As/Is

3.31.2005

self-evident

when
making alpha-
bet soup, instructions

must
be followed
to the letter

posted by mark young on Thursday, March 31, 2005

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Mark, I'm smiling
need this
relief

# posted by Sheila Murphy on 10:44 PM

it's
all in
the com, ma

# posted by harry k stammer on 8:15 AM

Today's episode of Sesame Street is brought to you by the Church of the Letter D Saints

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3.30.2005

Thirty March

safe to say longitude. fact stifles speculum. rescinds a ring disclosed at leisure. as effect size notes a magnitude lacking in relativity.

an empty place affords attention to. failing to suffer loss of being held to light. at an intensity quite blue. displaced from a resemblive solitude.

most of the talk not in my mother tongue. I follow prior to the tapes that function both as gentle guide and crystalline intention. glittering with fray.

semblance holds subjective connotation. ink infill. diametric shift of hearing. sense distinct from savvy. waylaid hunting-gathering replete with history.

bonds not to be split. per steadfast undertones of history that quash expert testimony heard through wires untested although hitched to outer skin.

posted by Sheila Murphy on Wednesday, March 30, 2005

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Thank you! I shall venture to your new blog. Appreciate your reading.

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3.29.2005

time'distance......

posted by harry k stammer on Tuesday, March 29, 2005

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Average Utility Costs

The small business
Was meant to refine
What was already

Inside. What they knew
To be there, as told
Time and again

By what they bought.
Working backward
As one often does

When faced
With research, there
They found

Something else,
Simple, but not
Them, not exactly.

posted by Common Sense on Tuesday, March 29, 2005

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LINGO STRIPPED

The labels
the language
the frame and the thought
have arrived...........
...........................seperately.

The vision
the voices
the talk and the text
are arranged...........
............................perfectley.

The colour
the content
the taste and the touch
will collide.............
................................ shortly.

The learning
the errors
the waste and the want
can occur
...........................eloquently

.............conversing

.............in plagerised whispers
........................................................as
...............................................................the
epistemological process unfurls
....................................................................the music
....................................................................the meaning
....................................................................the nuts and the bolts
..................................................to reveal
...........................effortlessly
the landscape
....the knowledge
.......the toss and the catch.

posted by Coirí Filíochta on Tuesday, March 29, 2005

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3.28.2005

four hay(na)ku

morning
in four
four time, listen

*

sonata
minus one
now flute alone

*

double
tonguing part
via ear trumpet

*

musical
nest emptied
of quarter tones

posted by Sheila Murphy on Monday, March 28, 2005

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i am an action gone astray

"do not urinate in public fountains," the sign admonishes

wind blows steadily over a ridge
(i'm tired of being a man)

here among the ruins of another generation i watch light drift

among shrouds and fingers

a warm sky as though enlightenment waits on wing

the proper moment for surveillance has passed

lace flows--trade continues--a car backs into a corner

a band begins to play a tribute

"she says, 'i could only wish to be
the one who is near you'"

light beams on a distant highway

we're all carrying masks woven from leaves

posted by William Allegrezza on Monday, March 28, 2005

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there are zones of new sovereignty
within me this time
I've tenderised these spaces with cigarette
smoke and nostalgia overturning
spatial order it's impossible to fall
into dissipation you just spread
into sameness and there are
zones of new sovereignty
this time spaces crystallizing compartments
formed out of cigarette smoke
and nostalgia.

posted by Rach on Monday, March 28, 2005

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3.27.2005

time'distance.....

posted by harry k stammer on Sunday, March 27, 2005

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3.26.2005

time'distance....

posted by harry k stammer on Saturday, March 26, 2005

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The Hyperliterature Exchange

The Hyperliterature Exchange

a nice review of Alan Sondheim's work over here..

posted by Phanero Noemikon on Saturday, March 26, 2005

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At 5 past Tuesday
celebral lunatics
talking of relevance
on the art boards in cyberspace
gather sound,
claiming to make the patterns of exchange
they create
into a number of truths
which frame a commitment
to concrete expression
within a context of modernity
that anchors sense in earth bound images

I listen
transfixed
hypnotised

by the weight of voices

and
test a theory of how
to
picture
meaning

by measuring the
relative length of each syllable

with its syntatic sense
and
the
degree
of assonance
cossanance
and
alliterative value
when
spoke
to
life
by
a
poet’s breath

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3.25.2005

how very feathered

how very feathered are the gesture weeds.
they plush low sky.
we north them when we walk dayside.
we join our limbs with breath, rehearse forgetting as art.
a fevered pacem.

longing keeps.
we hold the moment without will.
and soon the stretch of days equals a life to talk about.
lone man still forging methods, following his way.
a soft parade of motions that don't flex.

afternoon connotes a mild time that extends.
maybe with sufficient gold a thread becomes discretionary
as the powder wings of moths
and nascent fluttering.
a likely joy that weighs that much.

posted by Sheila Murphy on Friday, March 25, 2005

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Beautiful, Sheila. I feel like a gesture weed right now.

# posted by Rach on 5:27 AM

Thanks, Rachael!

# posted by Sheila Murphy on 9:24 PM

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time'distance...

posted by harry k stammer on Friday, March 25, 2005

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Neighbors

There was to be no one
On the other side of this wall,
But there was, and now
Often times the things said
Are in part what has been
Heard between the heavy channel
Of one room to the next.
There was much questioning
Initially as to who was saying what
Correctly, then, it didn't matter
To either party, as they then
Made it a point to begin
Speaking whenever the other began.

posted by Common Sense on Friday, March 25, 2005

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3.24.2005

time'distance..

posted by harry k stammer on Thursday, March 24, 2005

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acknowledgements

I am indebted.
I am responsible.
I am much obliged.
I should emphasize.
I alone.
I am also grateful.
I was aided.
I am indebted to my good friend.
I possibly omit.
I should like to thank.
I owe so much.
I am wit and kindness.
I should express this biography literally

posted by Henry Brock on Thursday, March 24, 2005

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time'distance.

posted by harry k stammer on Thursday, March 24, 2005

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3.23.2005

time'distance

posted by harry k stammer on Wednesday, March 23, 2005

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That's a really cool piece harry. I love the space within the d

# posted by Stanley Bishop Burhans on 11:05 PM

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I have seen it all

posted by TT on Wednesday, March 23, 2005

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Recommend follow the "Christopher Church" link above.

# posted by TT on 7:54 PM

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perfumed
performance: watch
these nettles glow

posted by Sheila Murphy on Wednesday, March 23, 2005

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convention is fun.

I read about a man in medieval China
who set himself the task of breeding the most beautiful goldfish for
some chick
painfully above his station. That's the way stories work,
and I didn't read the end because it was in a book in a bookstore
and I had to go to class. But I thought about it on the way.
And when a papery blonde woman lectured about
Croce and his hard-on for history
I wrote neat dot points in my exercise book.
What goldfish?
How many generations?
What colour?
How long and how many frail fleshless goldfish fry
had to die?
When did he know he was finished and
did the goldfish know
his twisted, slow, ungainly
body was moulded as a noble gesture?
I understand that's the way love works, and,
sometimes I think about the chick and the man but
mostly
I wonder about the goldfish.

posted by Rach on Wednesday, March 23, 2005

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Cool post...makes you think.

Keep writing.

# posted by Ottawa Pocket Watches on 9:31 AM

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3.22.2005

imag'cide

posted by harry k stammer on Tuesday, March 22, 2005

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3.21.2005

There
is only
one Fernando Pessoa.

posted by mark young on Monday, March 21, 2005

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Actually, Mark...

There
is only
another Fernando Pessoa.

# posted by Tom Beckett on 4:28 AM

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molecular unconscious

these are
restless forgotten
parts these
are ironic
parts these
forgotten restless
parts

posted by Rach on Monday, March 21, 2005

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this is lovely...

# posted by kari on 5:41 AM

Thank you, Kari

# posted by Rach on 4:23 AM

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3.20.2005

Get A Google Poem: by Leevi Lehto

Compiled 3/21/2005 12/29/1899 11:19:52 PM GMT

Folk are telling me that our first
- said EFF Staff Technologist

Gilgamesh saying, 'What you say
site is home to the remarkable

9/15/2004 7:34:38 AM GMT plans for
through all Google, Yahoo duel for

a sonnet based on your srting. More
wall Google to find U. Too, there

Poem: by Leevi Lehto Get a. Poem!
you can . sonnets pantoums and

based on your srting. More poetry
Kim Stefans' homepage - poetry

Folk are telling me that our first
- said EFF Staff Technologist

by Leevi Lehto Get a. Poem! Linebreak
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you say - you might have fun
Google, Yahoo duel for documents.

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Never. - Leevi Lehto - the

Leevi Lehto, 'When a Car
- Video Track - the nuclear

then searches Google - sonnets
Finnish poet and programmer's

Gilgamesh saying, 'What you say
issues; get through all the nuclear

you say - you might have
wall set up - I Get My Groove

based on your srting. More poetry in
Low. Skip search words in

An intriguing Google app creates
starfish Movie - Get Movie Properties

- so Kenny gave a welcome drink
site is home to the remarkable

New in January 2005: Debby Florence
poet and programmer's site is

text in a search and assembles it as
Get A Google Poem: by Leevi Lehto

Leevi Lehto, 'When a Car
- Video Track - the nuclear

GMT plans for kids, parents, teachers
on a memorial wall Google to find

to the 56 already displayed.
Brian Kim Stefans' homepage -

more, until you get a syntactically
- In order to show you the most

Dworkin - Legion (2003) Brad Ford
de Ronsard, Harmonia Mundi, Regnard

posted by TT on Sunday, March 20, 2005

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well,
hmmm...
not really sure what the key here was
but the feeling of getting lost and found again
is nice
(but makes it impossible to fly
only skip)
i happen to have written about brian kim stefans recently
at new-art.blogspot.com
i hope you like the blog too

# posted by vvoi on 6:30 AM

the feeling of getting lost and found again

Compiled 4/7/2005 3:00:17 AM GMT

... of
forethought to take in lieu of
turning into the lost and
found at Disney.
... Lynn had to go in to get marked up for radio therapy again yesterday. ...
-
... Having lost a week to a hamstring pull I am really behind in my training.
If everything goes right and
I don’t get injured again between now and
May ...
-
... win the Blue Grass Stakes under the once lost/now found
Laffit Pincay Jr. ...
Here Laffit Pincay smiled, the old man again a kid. "But I still get one ...
-
... I had again that feeling of
"what i do?!" and
its hard to speak. ... Today i
woke up feeling better but will i get adicted to that thing? will i sleep ...
-
... to get in shape physically or financially, or to heal from lost loves. ...
You'll be introduced to your long-lost girlfriends who found
their men ...
-
... I Found Someone To Love, "Big" Al Downing, need info ... I Get The Bug,
Paul Chaplain, unissued. I Get The Feeling, Johnny Barnette, Rich 1020 ...
-
... View Full Version : New member feeling lost and
lonely. ... but I am not
superwoman and
now and
again, my feelings get the better of
me. ...
-
... We would like to share a few of
our lost and
found success stories with you.
... wishes played a very important part in getting
Maxine back home again. ...
-
... Holding you close I get carried away Finding that falling is easy to do Lost
in the feeling with you Time’s standing still as I whirl you around ...
-
... “I just get a feeling about this kind of
stuff.” ... “Maybe I should come back
to Arizona and
do a documentary about your crazy lost and
found life.” ...
-

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look at all the spotless generosity

chimes press open the alongside of a keepsake morning
glyphed if cave is near
the inner ear rescinds the spry outreach of lollygag
I press my luck you press your luck etcetera

greetings to what might be about to happen on the upside
of the broadside of an interrupted filmstrip formed by younger eye

content am I contentment is the arching
of a growing population of found heart
released from the projection on familiar walls

an aqua to be melted with pure silver and dispatched
to cloth to lay upon and shift the tone of skin

one moves in smiles this third of the way there
wherever health is brimming over
with conjoined acceptance of the color jaune

posted by Sheila Murphy on Sunday, March 20, 2005

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Your
lover's nakedness
diagrams a sentence.

Your
reader's wakefulness
blossoms through address.

posted by Tom Beckett on Sunday, March 20, 2005

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city

I live in a city of sorts.
It's spread open like a boiled
mussel cracked with the heel of
an oyster knife.

I've lived here always once I take
off my clothes the city begins.
Here it is - dried up and
naked my city listens to adult

contemporary and plans mortgages
children and sensible cars
mottled with little circles of dust
after rain.

posted by Rach on Sunday, March 20, 2005

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3.17.2005

Roll Call

for Bob Cobbing

The useless one kept saying factious,
call me the pilot from the kohl-eyed gates,
and again our thoughts will darken into spot.

Appearing organized, various
for image, inhale hepatic so set
on detail, Catskill yelped the dog
up to the mountain's nib.

This pain, my side, the light grips
the direct curve of a pellet
meant for interim retrieve. Sick,
but not hewn with the wood.

The meadow is primal to the holy
fellaheen. They return to work
under the scud that blows by,
under their fields where inroads fog
the sprung overslept, overthrown.

Scale pan
returns
to level
as a honey locust
knuckles
from the weight.

A young kipper
fast
approaching
hold out
without water
and guilt
to miss.

posted by Common Sense on Thursday, March 17, 2005

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3.14.2005

act

buy canned goods before elves shift poles to the east and dance wildly

work hard for war placing hands on tables like ripe seeds

sell yourself for a cup of soup and a ticket to algiers on the late flight

ask creation to flow back into the gates before the town falls apart

become a falconer and spit on fire throwers near flowers

deliver a letter to the president dated 8/15/07 and chuckle

donate your heart to science or the next best offer above zero

delve into fountains screaming at the gods

ask martin espaldino for an anal injection

pray that the rains will gently cleanse your conscience

posted by William Allegrezza on Monday, March 14, 2005

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well
she said
on the lip

of
this silence
one can rest

posted by Jean Vengua on Monday, March 14, 2005

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Cut Here

sleep as if awake
awake as if asleep
down to the bottom of the stairs
then to the window
where the shadows breathe

seen as if invisible
invisible as if inert
kindly as if hurtful
listening as if unheard

unheeded similitude
narrative proliferation of
stormy treatises abandoned
at the banister
too old
too daunting
too obsequious

that word hunt
could have been our haunt
hold host hand here have
hate folded, bent
creased, copied, stapled
spindled and mutilated

and severed along
the dots

posted by Nick Piombino on Monday, March 14, 2005

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this is very very lovely.. thank you
k

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3.13.2005

New at e-x-c-h-a-n-g-e-v-a-l-u-e-s

Sheila E. Murphy Interviewed by Thomas Fink

posted by Tom Beckett on Sunday, March 13, 2005

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3.11.2005

Mornings

yes, the load
is there, for some
it may seem
as toast
returned to
after a long day
at work, hard
and tossed
to a covey
of quail

posted by Common Sense on Friday, March 11, 2005

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3.08.2005

rhetoric dis (olve)

posted by harry k stammer on Tuesday, March 08, 2005

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3.07.2005

The Centaur

Now, the device
Has reached
My height, and is
No longer doubtless
To the fact
That we
No longer share
The same sense
Of humor.

posted by Common Sense on Monday, March 07, 2005

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3.05.2005

posted by Jean Vengua on Saturday, March 05, 2005

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O this is much easier to read aloud. It simply 'eyes' inside the soundcinema track in my head. Merci.

# posted by Anonymous on 4:59 PM

Stillness

is moving.

Love this piece.

# posted by Tom Beckett on 3:42 PM

Merci to you both, Tom & Anonymous...

# posted by Jean Vengua on 11:11 PM

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3.03.2005

Underneath everything is rhythm.
Some people love baseball, others
Love autumn leaves changing colour, dying, rotting
Which is a smell I love, rotting leaves.
The Big Bang was the first hit on the tympani
And reverberations can still be seen
In superstrings, in blood flow, in the water cycle

In music, in the micro and macro.
People love countries which usually means hating
Other countries and loving one person
Doesn't mean hating
Someone else but it often ends up that way I don't know why.
Everything: tides, love, Halley's Comet, civilizations
Everything coming and going.

posted by Henry Brock on Thursday, March 03, 2005

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risking self

oh
i seem
to have shot

my
self in
the metaphorical foot

posted by Jean Vengua on Thursday, March 03, 2005

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I like this . I was wondering how you would read it aloud. thanks.

# posted by Anonymous on 2:28 AM

Thanks. I might find out at some point, but I have to get back to work now...

# posted by Jean Vengua on 12:13 PM

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3.02.2005

i did not intend
to pull the trigger
myself

posted by William Allegrezza on Wednesday, March 02, 2005

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she did not plan
on standing in
front of me.

# posted by Anonymous on 4:56 PM

I prefer the poem by William. It has stronger end stopped lines, as they say. It is interesting that the first set of a dialogue is always an 'orgin.' Something that Derrida would be suspicious of, in any case, the moon, the moon, in Jack Kerouac's words.

# posted by Anonymous on 9:29 PM

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cloudy nights

posted by harry k stammer on Wednesday, March 02, 2005

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fitting two
examples that star
(s) blood spoiled
wording under
one wing

Stan, thanks.

# posted by harry k stammer on 5:48 AM

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3.01.2005

Compose Flowers

Soon every
Quiet of the body
Stills near late wisteria
And apple pulp

Chores lifted to
A light place
Call upon each
Softness of the page

Plucked strings
Brushed once
With angular
Contentment rinse

By accident of earth
A faith in certain
Points of focus
Planted on small plots

posted by Sheila Murphy on Tuesday, March 01, 2005

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Stan, this is insightful. I appreciate what you have shared. I often wonder what more a quatrain can contain and be, and keep looking, listening, finding.

# posted by Sheila Murphy on 11:51 AM

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A House in Bisbee

Indigestion, the minerals
Of once rock, water pulled
From wet hair, downward
Along lit back, to puddle
On brazen cloth, covering
Moves upward, favorably so,
meeting the wind, the surge
Of chicory, out kitchen
Window, some mess
For succulents, casually seedy
beside rock, copper mint

posted by Common Sense on Tuesday, March 01, 2005

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Jordan, it's a thrill to see this poem. I like it, and I like Bisbee. Is the house yours, or someone else's?

# posted by Sheila Murphy on 12:04 PM

Thanks Sheila...the house unfortunately isn't mine, but it does belong to a good friend so I can visit from Tucson whenever I feel the urge. It's on the outskirts of town, actually built with mining pit and quarry surrounding it. A wonderful, dilapidated house with a peeling front porch and friendly dogs that roam the streets.

# posted by Common Sense on 12:45 PM

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sunny days

posted by harry k stammer on Tuesday, March 01, 2005

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