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8.31.2005
flo'ater
"the
best I
ever" that stretch
whether
greed falls
from finger to
range
"the motion,
contracted, stiff" interest't
forgive
blanket muffle
(scratch [itch] rancid)
avoid
rank'less desire
stiff'd up hostile
8.30.2005
pen'cil
D
opens a
candy bar hands
it
to C
"mars bar" licking
accumulated
less new
sugar lips full
dragged
slowly out
"and look, at
it"
tradition ambivalent
open desirous shapes
square
to sucked
on flavor lip
shaped
tongue groove
side less angle
"it's
divine, baby"
early 'present reached
in
to love
(ing) bury't are
as
wrapped aspects
repeating even (ly)
CITY Skyscraper, blue tango pass night plumes, leather head catch elevator Tunes, catch word hoard blanket over skyscraper jelly wish eye scratch Ball, every hair traffic float blue earth lounge visit gash light calm Speck, turning.
8.28.2005
Nitrogen Cube
after Sheila Murphy's _In Three_mindbeached in the curio perimeter throning lily-pad city egyptian kilroy salut the barging envoy's ensalada papier that so certainly reproduces the tone of the geode knotyggdrasil cinema involuntare may indeed capture Lovecraft's Black Goat to iris the euglena in tongue radiance gathered where pelagic mind herds the prehensile in first water beatus and seahorse cortex frond carefully selects rhythm embodied signatures which reach singularity's ecomanuloquia of ambiguous liveries or cloned exchange templates mimicing a birth white dwarf seed pulling down the sere sable !tzut!
8.27.2005
touch'in'punch
8.26.2005
RONIN NUFFINK
"Are you ready to believe in god" she asks (QUOTE) "can you deny the spirit....isolate...the love that was always there......it doesn't matter ....but it kinda does...jesus flavoured prozac pop...artificial sunshine box, what's the matter with you...take a lick...come over...insanity...for reality....believe....of your free will....alien press....candy coat reality with artificail sunshine box....don't be afraid theres a 30 day perception return....you'll never wanna purchase anywhere else" ( UNQUOTE) She speaks as the half tuned voice of a violin plays with sound and one ocean mirror wave above all else discovers a heirarchy of alliance in stag phantoms dancing natures storm present to oneness and the "teacups" that "spill" on a north wales train journey terminating in england's midlands and depths unrivaled in shore stripe star born bars of legendary men's minds whose passengers paint an acquired factual myth basis for personae profundus warbling bass rich imaginings commuter existences wish could be so. So Whassup wiv wannin' to 'ave a giggle 'n that? Answers on the brainwave express to Derilict Battered Blue Tent Phoenix Park Only joking artists. I have been requested to select poets for the oscars and am making you aware of this because I know you all as compotent live. I have been told to send in audio so I will do it on Tuesday at the Grammies Sweeney, Birch and Bung Philpots will have to be sought. Anyone seen him yet? I caught the clearing up at Letterman's dinner party on Tuesday and he was there doing post night goodbye chat. I missed his spot on the previous show However I did see him the one and only time I MC'd MTV awards the eigth time he headlined it I knew he would be good coz he came in with no papers and was completely off page not that this is a pre-requisite for doing the show and those who do read need have no fear of being snooted. Clinton, Stephen and Jim are all brilliant on the page. And Yvonne and Raymond are also very gifted readers with solid print reputations to back them up. Bung was wearing a whitish trakkie runners and $3 million in bling on the majority of fingers of both hands. He blew everyone away and obviously others want him to fail A Jah Mon performer performed what I believed to be an extemporaeneous freestyle reply to Bung, along the lines of - "Jah mon juss calm it dowen an we can be like they say in them trees with them birds and bees an no guns needed to be stealin' or beilievin in yem soul mon." Jah Mon sat down to cheers from his table of associates far outnumbering Philpots and his buddy a large child/man who could have been 17 stone Bung came right back all word guns a blazin' accompanied by jerky arm and hands going ten to the dozen with AK47 Mother Fuggin sock cooker goan blow you down with the rhyme soundin' North, South, East 'n West side loud coz I don't need to steal no licks from the punks on the street or the mother fuggin birds just gotta be me yeah so blow goan you way full time. The energy in the room at this point was palpable I was wondering if violence was an option running through the minds of the assembly. I plugged into the electric and delivered one of my own efforts the best I had ever done diffusing the high tension The night ended with a sing along and Ciaron and Jah Mon hugging. If anyone can supply the slush fund please get back to me asap otherwise I will be forced into drastic action have to expose oprah with the slim pieces of technoloy I had implanted This would be the best option I also need a tape for Bill I spoke with him last week and he said if I sent him audio he would consider using our work for an enhancement payment of $59billion If we get a good showing he will force them to offer him programme implantation rights so we can all get enough of the action to get at least $2000 billion on the night when the crashing and burning of armageddon begins. Sincerely Ovid pretender to the throne of Homer and William VIII
The Sheer Size of Charles
the first visit, or being there, no equivalence to being there, an odd block which affords the notorious to ignore their utilities, a wedge, a demand upon taking to the outward return, in time, in intolerable manners that survive as this again, this as time, so essentially there
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8.24.2005
in three
memento Matisse along this braced shore one carves goodbye trespassing alongside prints that define better the collective sand all movie we sit still gesturing to solace between condoned sweet speech one thinks pacific moments freshen thought and mind remains a symptom's delicate new pace enlisted by default supposing one committed to mime nature freehand or repeated repartee as if new our way toward darkness always hedging
speak unsense or educate yourself what words twitch unspoke enough behind your eyes don't swallow them spill let me feel snap shut another nerve what are you listening to, man? there's noth ing but air and skin bet weaning off such things
8.22.2005
burn the deck
the muse obtuse is not quiet and behead quiescent the silent
noose bedeck
8.21.2005
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A "spam in the comments boxes" hay(na)ku
First the graffitiists. Now the merchants have moved in- to the temple. When will the money lenders arrive?
8.20.2005
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spent't
GRAVE TEXT TALK
Lapwing disguise the repository of your throne and gift the ally secrets usurp alder and pomegranate melt in the western water with pension plan minstrels thunderstorm scholars of blitzkreig trualities anywherisms and drusha mortal words lusting for knowledge quarried from willow birch and oak Impress a cold bard sharp symbol with your mind's cresentic blade on the whim's edge whose memory of song enclosure's unshaken star is husk ringed with weight shells found there Apple of Venus unwanting barborous mind in wells of known wisdom transmit saturn through an ash mars hazel hunt for merman strong rap only onward christian to gift channels after midnight, and inject a poem a day where fringe render lady's superfluous letters picket obsessed with latex crossing is the myopic line of rock's talk Unmask apple trends instances of inspirationally uncommon sense where proof is untruth and incurios bone leaf and bole needs the mysterious fortress of its soul to return through labyrinths convened to converge in convoy womb questions confessional myth laid bare biography reveal as fiction. In a succession of picture drawn dust speckled language spatters lie saint yesterday's aims elevating artists in clover stark imagination with plain void guess sports to unite loose grass harvest outshoots grazing in imprint kicks textual values gracefully tender of spirit split basic allures and event stag might patient waves enter outside between comfortable catchphrases crossing a line mnemosyne schedules, as ma jarrs to muses shining on kip roof helicon heights here in big d
ask W. why he killed her son, why he had to die
Compiled 8/20/2005 9:53:42 PM GMTThe protesters then began chanting, "W killed her son." ... If he were any kind of man, he'd have at least talked to her for a few minutes. This had better ... - Cindy Sheehan wants to ask George W. Bush why he killed her son, why he had to die. Cindy Sheehan sits in a ditch for every mother in this country. ... - Supported by more than 50 demonstrators who chanted, "W. killed her son! ... She said Hagin told her, "I want to assure you that he (Bush) really does care. ... - Cindy Sheehan holds pictures of her son as she leads an anti-war march near ... to ask the president, 'Why did you kill my son? What did my son die for?"' ... - He said dogs were often killed there, with their hearts torn out and burned ... One of her fourth-grade students who had been visiting relatives in West ... - Ask not at whom the Chimp smirks; he smirks at you. ... by one mother who wants to know why her son had to die in a war that has turned out to be a fraud. ... - Hebert’s parents had to sign the paperwork for him because he was only ... Robin Hebert said her son joined the Army to get an education and see the world. ... - Bush has the ring," the demonstrators then chanted, "W. killed her son. ... He said that he understood the "anguish" of families who had lost loved ones but ... - I had to go to Vietnam, and now he’s sending them to their deaths -- over 1800 so ... Bush has the ring,” the demonstrators then chanted, “W. killed her son. ... - Somehow I think the woman who lost her son may be suffering just a bit more ... you can thank president bush for that...he's the one that bought the ranch ... -
a list of things
tasteless blueberry muffin the scrape of a chair on a hard floor, also the sound of an empty container a punching bag a photograph with handwriting on the back a window to look through and around other people (looking elsewhere) to another window to a face looking into yours cake with ice cream and a strawberry new shoes sugar in packets undefinable ripple of tension from the lizard brain curdling the skin and turning spastic the muscles of the heart a cup of coffee and the ring it left behind lipstick the firing of nerve into nerve into nerve into nerve in the hippocampus (seat of memory) shaped unlike anything you've ever seen but maybe deer antlers or also a wishbone a napkin, folded
the bad woman said - I don't blame you, really, and I thank your tactful nose for sniffing silently but I don't mind it. See this smell? I think you can it's so strong and round and fleshed, it has shape and a way to speak, eyes, even, and legs. Old oranges, sour milk, turned eggs, spoiled fish, that's me and I love them all.
8.19.2005
trouble w'wakin' up
8.18.2005
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it?" compared to
secure
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beaten
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following transition imposed
clarify
if it's "not
wanted" then 'adried
blood
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sits in empty
nommo-mass-age
8.17.2005
trouble w'sleeping'out
8.16.2005
study
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the invious weed
now chucked black
foo will heylle the sipapu
preem gallowing near to
the wheening clodde
bisontine complexity
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by foment against
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wherein the glat
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atoside the bleaching
aufhebung
at times
camps fail
and suddenly
cars begin to fall from branches under which
we sit in the shade waiting for
englightenment
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and a guide
appeared
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long
react
forward
in each instant we forget
with what
words can we
find an end
the sullen god laughs
Drunk Woman Charged
Drunk woman charged after giving birth to alligator. Tampering with genetic messages rumored in Quintana Roo. --Halvard Johnson
Mirror
that
second second
knowledge cringed in
merely freckling ignorance
next second
after
8.14.2005
The Chair
with sitting comes how far to sink before reaching up again to match the needed height where by all sides there becomes the one person or the start of something radial
8.13.2005
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Dince Dunec the Dentable Dork Called
A moan poet whose work no one will riddle until the global brain has brought to its chamber of gas poetics' cold bloodied carcass attended by a top weight team of sermon faced sophists conversing deep in language abstruse beyond non understanding in a swamp of post modern thought addressing webs of hypotheses resting on the basis of what lies beyond in the moment unknown or reached but connected to now by the bridge of wisdom conceived erect with solid reflexive ideas and a full support of conjecture believed to be facts waiting to be found once XY and Z turns to AB and C when the ustopp able force of truth turns reason out on its ear and wel- comes in Derrida, Baudrillard Krestiva, Barthes and the Sy- mphonic absence usurping 1 2 and 3 into a possible 6 that may be a 4 or nine depending on how the colour of tommorow's noon strikes the sound of yesterdays light site where onlookers standing in swamps of complexity ponder on unbelief and why the human condition cannot bend time to its will with knowledge philospohers make up in time spent farming and fishing the mind of proof for being essentially moved to reason the faith of beauty
Ricky's 1999 Schedule
Ricky got off to a fast start in the first half of 1999, but he's scheduled to keep equally busy during the second half of the year. According to information posted on Ricky's official Vuelve website by his savvy manager Angelo Medina, the entertainer's agenda will include: - August 2 - 15: A promotional tour of Argentina, Brazil, Chile, Colombia, Mexico, and Venezuela.
- August 21 - 31: Promotional tour of Australia, Japan, and other Asian countries.
- September 1 - 5: Continuation of the promotional tour of Asia.
- September 6 - 20: Promotional tour of Europe.
- October 1 - 10: Promotional tour of the United States and Canada.
- October 11 - 31: Concerts in the United States.
- November 1 - 6: Concerts in the United States.
- November 29-30: Shows in Argentina.
is my daylight
is my daylight = or > your daylight? I would say equality benchmarks vision, while all the earth occurs in comparables. the up and down keys capsize stasis that primped as some de facto god before consciousness, that any shift is spawned by capi-class endeavors, another way to say that happiness once thought derivative now lives unto itself. the mind can learn to trawl your equidistant-from-my-lightwave premises, and standard moments know to cry when they are stable as they were. my nights are swollen moments my inclinations, brass. these illicit willows, frapped as cloud sores. and the acreage unsunned delimits sorrow. the species we are warming is ourselves. in some frail simulacrum of a universe, I mirror you.
the heartfelt woman said - don't leave or go or turn or walk i don't see you come closer don't go stay stay stay there's nothing for else for me there's nothing for me or of me can't you see? my heart, precious, my precious heart for you is all and all i do is pulse, swell, pulse and feel the wet velvet skin inside of my inside stay in my skin it's lonely.
8.12.2005
the underground
the underground he quoted Rove at least it came out, or He eventually asked Then how it he quoted Rove at least it he was - Anyone who learned that it Then how it came out, or He just one or no dialogue. I write - Anyone who has ever come out, but it makes me feel good. I know little or two is proudest of the underground he quoted Rove at least it makes me feel good. I know Card Jr. had some candid advice for - A lot of our mouths. "We speak he writes which thing basically
"For all those who think they are scousers" thread@LMC - Ormyboy
Breathe freedom from the night air force awake memory move in shadows joust in the depths decay in the gloom of when things were different, back at the big strike of opinion timed to attend corporate events over pay and conditions of life in foreign parts oppressed by the capitalists Imperialists come controll exploit and produce methods of mass consciousness attempt to bamboozle offer incentives to wear watches cotton dresses with tasteful chiffon piping along the lower quarterly results of a two way split length trouser suit and Fashion in city coupons waved below the chins of expectant shop operatives spade wielders digging the roads of hopelessness in the new dawn of a bright day disguise the synthetic irrevocability of light. Break relationships tooled at the edge of heaven Take a semi cut sling back and cork the soul with a leather strap cushioned in the foam of a poster given free with every purchased gift Move along the stream of consciousness and cover in unguarded moments the passionless act of severing compuctional thought to the consequent hold where desire is ransom for a paradise of mockery Cuckolding dreams reliant on wishful thought deploy radical terror of purpose and suspect reward by enjoying the maxims created when folly is high in the forgotten night and trust is stolen from faith uniting the sinking menace of hunger for stuff with broken mouths of generations recoiled to label.
nothinr to cax
8.11.2005
Ground Xerox's Paradox's
carefree crater ------------- crater creator --------------------- creator creature ------------------------- creature cheater ------------------------------ cheater chatter --------------------------------- chatter Chartres --------(steve mccaffery)--------- charter Sartre ---------------------------------- quarter sutra ---------------------------------- quester kurta ------------------------------ defter kefta ---------------------- drifter kraft ------------ dinner Qaddafi
Just Letters
mummy'im'sniff'ing
Werken is dodelijk *)
stereophonics
language
sex
violence
wurlitzer
sound #60
amazing this
radionic tone arm
lights
electric blue
smell
diesel
jazz
eyes
drum and bass
touch
ratio
decreases
the radius
of awareness
care for another drink?
 >@<
HEPTAD IMITATION
Upon the tide flowing from the summer night comes love empty of promise offering no choice chance or means to utter a prayer but swelling the muse shed empty and turned inside out by a rational process of time returning its skin less the bones of battered misgivings the broken truth fully conceived swallowed, spat out alone and searching the mind for a soulmate when unguarded moments abandon the impulse of sense. Untroubled by the pale defeat of ghost light dawning on past fields of loss seize the gift of faith confide in belief keep counsel with the tree of life rooted in the heart and pray for hope Emerge from the melting absence of a passionate self yawning awake and confer change in the deportment conscious act of deploying decorum at all time. Until the final departure is logged, recorded and halts the call of eternal love surrender a mystery a day to what piece of light switches on god from within
8.10.2005
My Special Aztec Dressing Gown.
MY CRITIQUE IS THAT I KNOW AND DO NOT BELIEVE... the dressing gown Leaves fall away tenderly from the plan of obsoulescence and in the jade senility cringing perfectly tudor sloping radio the section of taste in trilobite far away some towers Vaux's Swifts late night Portland I am only in me a slang for meteor @ s.o.b.bing cuttle fish-nothing for use you king's X Y the soft gene crystal method Z now I've lost my soul shoe on the dancefloor some man is sneezing holding a camera obscuring the deft and nimble states where matter in eulogy perils parading though the long night of the filter Prada the smallest orgasm of stars spreads within a nebula of tired brains an array of microwoofers hovers in a pleasure-dome of XANADU_XENON: "Love has no ending..." but ghostly bus drivers milling around the abbatoir petrify thunderously in their beaver-skin nose-skirts..
iBroughtMydogWithMe
world reports
simple magi at no % bus-link juke natum videte aug 10 aug 11 aug 12 aug 13 cracked eddy surplus deity eggs leggy geography 9:02AM 9:03AM 9:04AM 9:05AM organ.org communities.com death.de caprisun.ca 2005 2006 2007 2008 more theorem less anthem more harem less them
The First Meal
At that exact moment, so says the waffle, or the arrangement of the waffle, "Stop eyeing me, and do what you gotta do."
LEFT BANK SLAM 9/8/05
In the Liffey heartland of silver dusk puff in the muses flow, caught in the fabric of eternity woven by the city noise of a spiritless existence shine hope within the stream of delivery try as never before to trap new Godness instantly fall in love type words a PC preacher wondering on every lost site the earth could offer speaks recall the last angelic emptiness to question and break the madness of mocking will encased in the celluloid of real thought kill the odds of persuassion by floating in the vacum of a clawing absence award to bodies of wisdom the shapeless gift of form Wed in success with devotional claims of an emerald kink tip a bardic mask and split the atmosphere in three parts then move below the line of song ride the past language of time with spook kooky buddhas the fenachas scribes imbalanced their squish funky truth for on the pages time forgot Burn the duluxe of tormenting light - golden malt against the grain - until danger disperses to an unberbelly of society's pride vye for life space in a premium detail found in the rainbows left when dense linquistic downpours stop and normality returns through an etymology of made up words in a dictionary where instinct and mystery is the proper boss of language in the boardroom of needs muster enthusiasm to a cause greater than the wash of geezer beast talk traversing the opinion of form locate the centre of what can be said without becoming a detainee of fortune or hostage to the words in legend on the dust of sound bending fears created through learning the voice shaped machine of genes stored in the warehouse of person escape by stepping away from the edge of doubt vibe on roadless maps the date unknowable verbs fully transit and detect free will subsuming to fate in a moment fashioned to occur as though none should exist but the one played Inner being casino checks signed by the nib of chance cash out the chips balanced to return their allotted span and files an imprint of echoes detected blind in the outer wheel so believe in a future unplanned or rhymed to sketch pictures mute of horizon by chaining to the symmetry of soul and spin in grooves of understanding worn before the cards fell and sides were taken
8.09.2005
Radium Crayon Bandolier
Sara Sara
an earwig hangs
upon your
upper lip
a perfume bottle
engine
whose super-terrific
scent
is eunoia
lyrical and hunchbacked
sara
sara you
club-footed
aesthete athlete
so-subtle sara
with your accidental
passenger
sara the wild
and brackish undulate
upon whom so
many parasites
bestow
their dis-
posable
petroleum-varnished
gew-gaws
which echo
your name
in vain
which are
in fact
your manes
your baleful
growths
your treasonous and
worry-warted
flagella
whose base
is the terror
of seasons
*
O how pale and
wan
your shoulder
holding
holster
owning
the
radium
crayon
bandolier
of
wabi-
sabi-
p.puvis
day
Chavannes
wherein the
bitter clay
is rinsed
in wildfong
clatter
and municipality
singular
such laissez faire
fundaments
are
hard
to find
in the sparse
cruel yolks
of your
astronomical brethren
yet..
and forgive
the propaganda
of this tedium
which joins
any persimmon
to an
ocular's
eaglet incarnation
recessive genes lank toward perfumist play
pea plants hold dominion (sway) : monk science: skittledy doowop buttercup clues do sort themtwelves successive breeds regressive chess plants eek stance overly my mood (you dig) (she digs) (we three, nous sommes, et al)
8.07.2005
NAIVE FOG BULLET VIDI
I AM AN INCORRUPTIBLE AMATEUR. log-chopping muslim.+tybical +priam airy wild earnest paris for the +dripping gargantua this insect +was brought to you by... now appearing+ among the rushes.. what of the geometric orphan? this colloid of hyperbolic+ babies? tar+ and straw and a mud helmet we are wearing thin the tendons and the bible steaks foe is so early+ whatever "their" vers.ion is- sleeping under the same sky dead in lawns our mouths+ are both sloughed off cicadasouls and don't start with culo (cue: LO!) but even if aah, the perplexing spirits: tantreacles of Onanomites. outre' pop culture "fucking" hacks+ children teen-agers, adults who are stoned letters between strangers found all of us looking up and no one subtle enough to commence their song within the +ancient pattern /kinetic mandalas of proximal primes/ well enough or is it enough simply to breathe as a frog of invisible strings -droning stupidly droning empty- wise for vibrations a waste 4 dumb hopeless hopeful eternity- ... ... ... [epilogue (News)] // psych. cartel Oz Mond production RNA gang(lion rap)e /heavy syn thesizeruminants //
this morning
be with me you say I evolve into paired thinking, feeling, light perfumed in all the varying depths nest of surroundings you look out those blue deep lovely eyes notice what no one notices without intrusion on any felt syntax the only recourse left to me affection made whole fresh and transcendent to your antenna divvying dark place I muse open everywhere my sense of sight sound scent taste feeling roams as cause and effect fuse nothing evident stays closed now all acreage is shared we occupy space believe this place is who we say we are these orphans of legacy system gone legato for good song holds just still here now
8.06.2005
Vacations
A running gag, to come home from fishing, wet in suede, ramified by smell and nothing. While falling, actual in time, a gland lifts to meet the expectation of being crossed and crumbling. The inattention, in need of structures, returned by hand to owner.
8.05.2005
Log nEnech
Knowing that time for truth comes through talk when all is said and done come to the trinity of instinct and two figures rooted in a single mind one an Irish poet one a homeless migrant dwelling in the ear of any who will listen for beauty in a song. Seperated together to be remembered and recorded in the corpus of a work imprinted in the hollows of the heart shining from the watchpoints of the soul and lighting landscapes of expression buried deep as Cuchullain fighting waves of human forces warring over cattle in Connaught. Let us uncover ancient rites in the migrant's Irish heart which the poet has composed on benches at the canal's bank after weaving in make believe with fact forming thoughts to run in a channel of oral metrics reconnected with in stubborn defiance to those whose learning is a metaphor for darkness its geography anchored to a synthetic sky in static glow casting ink black pools of sharp cold sunless flame severing blind the past cutting sound lucid measure dead leaving it to shrug dumbly and look on as written words weight its tongue silent in poetry's eternal cycle of departure and return
Under the Rubric but hey, this is an armchair pedogenesis at best) which check, language, thing) . . . push suggest dictation solely language maybe stutter, I wouldn't be hunched over in me anymore benighted thing) . . . that if I could push around my insides scribbling, cognition mark I wasn't so young that she still lingers it presumed uttering, english at what is) is sand she's blood through her, writing push used too, of theory (and tends so much to want that forth right thing) . . . states, age that Mars has used composing declarations of love --Halvard Johnson
8.04.2005
8.03.2005
LEFT BANK SLAM 2/8/05
Scripture woven on a Celtic stone of chance tells how the beard of Joyce was once a forest of anatomy carving its spool of time beneath frosted glass lands where ceramic rabbits lived on the logic of game caught grass, stored in cherry baked wood and brick hutches; the shine of their bobtail sound caught in the surface gloss of faux mahogony, pannelling a contemporary sup hole home of Ireland's bardic heartbeat straining to be heard above De Bussey and generic DJ hard house mixes competeing in the CD shuffle of a quick pick surround sound injecting universal vibes beloved of bar clones the globe over. Their bunny bookstall rhymes forward reach to an overlap of sorrow floating in the nets of recollected thought and surreal slippage from soda pop mountains where loud checked chocolate shirts are worn without prejudice and literary fairs offer toss and catch the coconut with a buck toothed looseness of calcifying stars falling from the heavenly vacum we all desire to meet before embarkation to the celestial pen.
a curfew called a cataract
it's blue. you do not dream what angles reify, they ply from carte blanche an identity, as one dismembers viaducts from flow through. art equals shield. delinquency from re(s)po(n)se sifts dark from light touch. buildings are all numb in brown. around the grace notes lie host hills. remember: dumb resistance mimics stone, tribunals full of fuss almost disclose their lack of inner fire. yet one aspires to join the ranks of the resemblances to power. on someone's shoulders, any joust is not-for-profit, and below the quasi-dance is not for stale observance. many playthings squeak and bounce. you know the drill: an ounce is worth caressive blooms of prayer. I'm on the case. you're on the case. something's about to blister, and it's not your skin. it's not my skin. it's the rosacea of distilled new captains of restraint, who store their feelings in quaint glottal stops.
Garamantian Ethics
We know they airbrushed the hoods Of their Camaros with images of micro- Scopic undulipodia, and Herodotus says They disdained war, or at least, weren't very good at it. And we know they lived with buffalo, Often inside them, using the periscope of long Divisions to usurp the gadarene interest of marauding And climatic stratocracies of limpid insurance quotations. It is certainly known that they wore nothing at all but The tender budding bodies of favonian flowers, which once, and Certainly grew from spirally gardens mimicking springy proteins And the spruiks of wheezing blue-toothed theanthropos. We can guess that within the rubber-bricked walls of their Hibernaculums cum hop houses heady haecceities gave way to halcyonic Anagnorises whose hypo-structural musicalities bore a striking Resemblance to the fleeting shadows of the last Libyan Wallaroos, A chorus of Sciamachiavellies bounding into the long gone buck grass, In a hoarse whushling of homeless boneless kerygmatic diacriticals, In a cascading arc of ypsiliform rondures magnetic to the local Pir Aasvogel, The wide and sparing SUV whose palmiped signatures of absent papyri, Echo through the ages.
8.02.2005
so brother
so brother harrowing whipping
farewell love Oh. My. ONWARD....
If make me
funk soul omigod with
Brazil Vanishing sheep and goats capture the beauty of a vanishing planet, explored by sea or air . . . native people rebound in the blue of the Amazon forest, hard edge of darkness, wrist watches and rings forever lost street kids, Danish philosophers, and oil company biologists suddenly appeared in Bolivia shortly after the World Cup while the rare glimpses of blue, a canopy raft, canopy sledge, centenary palm not so widespread as in southern Brazil, including Belo Horizonte, the blue and rose periods . . . wary natives dodge from sight, paving stones on a rigid man's body, crack them apart with a sledge "Crystal Blue Persuasion" and other songs of the rainbow world, across snowless mountains, communities fretting about disasters and disorders, diminishing supplies of books, candles, bells . . . a modicum of humor, rainforest razzmatazz small quantity, modicum, trace, hint, minimum; vanishing point; material point, atom, particle, molecule, corpuscle, point, speck, dot, mote, jot, iota, ace of the pan, making a slope paper, cardboard tissue rolls, tape, blue avocados, bananas, bamboo, black pepper, with a talent for vanishing from southern Mexico into Amazonian Brazil, flying steeply up a rocky gradient, certain that the power of blue light clearly against clouds now low and thin, tents pitched on . . . the unexplained flycatcher, sliding down a jungle slope for a while, prior to disappearing . . . --Halvard Johnson
8.01.2005
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