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9.29.2007
another centennial
Gene Autry was a better singer than actor & a better businessman than singer. in the annals of film he lacks the stature of John Wayne. Autry's oaters were strickly kiddie matinee material. but over the decades his fan base has includ'd Sonny Rollins & Harvey Pekar. & he has a special spot in my personal history. Gene Autry was the first movie star I ever saw in person. I was abt 5 when Uncle Tom took his daughter Regina & me to Cleveland to see him perform. I don't remember a thing abt it. many years later I'd see Autry at the American Cinema Awards dinners in Beverly Hills. so today I tip my Alta Calidad hat to the memory of Gene Autry on his 100th birthday.
9.28.2007
fleurs (arr.by Viviana Fiorentino, Rosalba Morici, G.Monte)
.JPG) Polyhedron n.4: Fleurs
w.h.auden, p. eluard, m.yourcenar, t.s. eliot
"remember ... poetry makes nothing happen"
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ne brûlez pas les parfums
dans les fleurs
fleurs qui sortent
de terre au printemps
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and the dry stone no sound of water
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(arranged by v. fiorentino, r. morici and g.monte)
9.27.2007
To Save A PoemThe fire burns fierce and primitive like a cleansing angel. Thick black smoke pours out from the flaming house. I was lucky to have awakened to. Now I'm fighting to get back in. They grab me, wrestles me to the ground. I struggle like a wild animal. They don't give in. My tears explode from eyes. The fire truck comes too late. The crowd gasps as the house destructs. I finally free myself and rush into the ruins. My relief shouts to heaven. The mob watches astonished as I emerge jubilant kissing a black notebook. “He done gone crazy,” they exclaim. I laugh even harder. And then I begin to eat my words. Labels: fire, poem
9.26.2007
wound is dime in three (dimensions)
all diminuendo blushes backhand (do you read me) bracketed perfume lines down its socket wrench and wheels go flute and while the feather in a valley blows away unnoticed children play the riveting commercials till we're plied with shoots and looking out from lenses in a capture mode consider the ode about to be imparted to the window light and thus absorb oncoming flight
9.24.2007
Less Coated with Daylight
although bronze he was (he wore) the chalice (I was blind about) my thirst (half) defined (repent) repayment is just follicle (new worn affidavit) are you (listing) loyal breath (an imposition to reveal depth) flurry salted with by-producto (champion) conforms with heather afield and glorious mistakes one wants (to celebrate appeals to vellum yes) mid-housing
Sine titulo (untitled) Francesca Saieva, Chiara Palillo, Guido Monte
 Guido Monte, Francesca Saieva
Sine titulo (untitled)
Ennius, Paul Celan, Viviana Fiorentino, Seferis
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Mundus caeli vastus constit silentio
once large heavens held on silently –
nobody’s rose, Niemandrose
vuoto dai ciechi creduto cosa
only void, thing by blind men’s eyes
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(on the asphodels the blind men are sleeping…)
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I slide towards the night. Silence… lo’-dumyyà. Waiting… qal d'mama daqqà. On death dust ich finde keine Ruhe (H.J.Krauss); I grope, but in the deep dark I don’t find my silence. Silent idol by human manifacture, silent plaything… no trick can blow into the Being (A.Neher). ......................................................................... painting by Chiara Palillo
9.21.2007
BreatheI writhed on the floor before my first breath expired. Someone called the ambulance. And I declined the accident. They came too late. My second breath was kissing my third. They reversed in anger. And I caught a bus for the sixth gale bursting my lungs in midnight panic.
9.20.2007
poncho
(sears) "just sitting here, a bench" (wiggle) eyes up across two fingers pinching lashes pulled "determine once more, make, perhaps" drive (n) streets curving "an analogy, parallel" close picked essential torn corner (turn) read pasted "shaped what, we" 'meated tired ankles (13/14) flatten'd down spray (ing) removed once/twice leaning (up) left over "remove it, and guess" threes time three
9.19.2007
And there was mounting in hot haste
10 results of 666000, Wednesday, September 19, 2007, 2:13:11 pm EDTThere was mounting in hot haste; I jumped on a horse & spent two hours in a fruitless search on the open prairie for the team horses; I And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, At Hilton Head there was "mounting in hot haste," and the most energetic preparations to send men, stores and minitions to Florida. And there was mounting in hot haste; the steed,; The mustering squadron, and the clattering car,; Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed,. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car,. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, 'Now there is mounting in hot haste'; drums beat to arms; hurried hands wave signals of distress?batteries are mounted and thundering; and And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed,
9.18.2007
let's say you don't own
cardboard no foreplay makes treacle despair a has-been lolly gap down to a stasis many fat man (stet) white boy rinses with this squal- a kind of inner paint he recedes I passed already on him now he's here again not much although some referential notice points to I have left to say or
9.17.2007
Seferis, Homer
 on the asphodels the blind men are sleeping,
kat asphodelòn leimòna
on the asphodels grey grass
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Seferis, Homer .
drawing by Enrica Ales
9.16.2007
void
stumbling lets walk sideways rewind the mind jetlaged he lives in a bag strangely enough his obsession "snuff" early widespread she begins to dread shit goddamn white trash can black disciples he's so really very shallow twister in the pisser a flow of nothingness!
jacked up
jacked up marbles roll between lines bruised heart bleeds systematically tragedy romances the soul a description of life through letters and numbers fingers that strangle deemed insane so much shame purity bleeds through eyes incurable
blinded
i sweetly surrender to you to become me intensify wild eyes i'll swallow your tears and consume your fears rejected by no one but everyone eats my flesh digested through a tainted perspective brilliant thoughts of a betrayed youth destroyed by himself he reflects on yesterday's tomorrow surrendering to a life of sorrow dinosaur tears in love with a beauty queen colored in green in love with a man blinded by foggy goggles beautiful intertwine devoured by wine
shady fellow (number one national best seller)
number one national best seller despite the odds a chaotic man sincere to a blameless drudgery lugging around so much blame contrary to the shame shameless eyeballs existing in a resistance there's a distinction though a shady fellow really a man to the i to the p to the u to the l to the a to the t to the i to the v to the e toward a life of dysfunction incurable sociopath beautifully insane
the investigator
words written beneath a stargazed reality creating obsession he revels in fantasy demanding loyalty from a stranger he shrinks down to investigate her every move lurking behind eyes sleepless nights in her blindspot a presence so real but undetected unsuspected her body language rejects his she evaporates into thin air
beautiful
she became a beautiful moment BEAUTY! is in the eye of her beholder BEAUTIFUL! a reality so intense craving her body mouthwatering overflowing like a stream colliding between perspectives of utter perfection BEAUTY! visually pleasing amazing saturated with fragrance vanilla delight creates flashes of insight such an insightful gentleman caresses her body BEAUTIFUL! she stares hard refusing to open the door to her heart a heart tied up in knots reclaiming her words never understood BEAUTY! she entertains his advances he becomes entranced a dysfunctional silence very oddly behaved she becomes intrigued by his persistence unusual and terribly dramatic BEAUTIFUL! creative in all her ways he recognizes purity through her eyes a spectrum of color green blue yellow brown purple blended together like crackled mosaic he's mesmerized tantalized visions betray his security goggles distort his reality rewinding back to that beautiful moment
9.15.2007
Lucy Crooked House (The Nobius Tree)
"No one knows how the Princesses leave their rooms at night... Or where they go to dance." --Dungeons & Dragons (Dragonlance)
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God." --The Gospel of John Lucy Crooked House (The Nobius Tree)Skin Walk Crooked House Of Mists Holds Soul Poetry dreams Lesser Prophets Mouth say something beautifulI feel words. (tHEM all.) It's what I do. Fretful workings Belong with other men. wiLL it take us forever?to transcend to become script to morph SpiritWrite God. Ink will tell. Started today with ten essential Vitamins/Minerals It'd take ten bowls Of that other kind! (Wheaties Natural Selection.) I'm finally buff enough To get with Lucy Lieu! I heard it from you Love... The sound of Your heart brEAKing & the pruning of the Nobius Tree. The star of my own work. -- Nobius Black
loneliness is such a drag
the tiny record in my head is playing the tiny echo and the bunnymen is people rollin' 'round on my carpet
mixin' up the medicine the klieg light trumpet let's play pretend in our fake little house on our fake little lawn our mini little green wishes and the rug and the rug out to the cinema sometimes dinner too and sometimes here i lay and sometimes it's my and my and my and i and i and i and me and me and me and you andy you weren't a man until i met you
andy you were not some people float over call them best friends visualize if you will squat your best rodin squat it too far down whisper vulgar i love you for every single thing that you areit's all mixed up whiskeytown at the club in the microwave at the factory at the downtown whomever knows you there
9.12.2007
pro ba bi lit y
when I (if I) label you you disappear you fall from centric poise you engine er st while innocence evokes one or another plot slot bite mark matching scene light's primate behavior they could take care to remove a fact they could elapse into relapse practice or perform how we expire we notify of vulnerability "I did not think" said he at what point do you not absorb the information how much must sympathy weigh unless desire not competent as such reason was it / was it not law / pretense / cortex / blasphemous condition overall experi- fanned struck bling placation nominal abstrusion without further obvious estate in points of blame within accumulation while we wait to keep half lines given as lines reminding of this panoply of gilt frames
9.11.2007
as if a dream 2, somni simulacra II
 ...............................................to J.Zawinul
Sibyl’s closed voice, somni simulacra
of leaves down at the last fall,
of bough remains on the ground:
“ now patiamo i propri Mani, through gloomy waves
it’s the time to suffer past Manes-
everything sous peu is standing naked” .......................................................... paintings : g.quattrocchi/g.monte, blending (2007) ; g.monte, mysterious traveller (2007)
9.09.2007
To the Moon
appropriateness de rigueur this is cinema half cocked and where has you been, taxidermi suffrage a good groan you must have a degree to perform dance a career change dancing at professional level means nothing without a degree like any profession (she liketh wan and pretty certificatage) I would talk about slippage but fucks sake I ain't no snake my presence is status by the way I cock and sneer or drum my fingers to 3 degrees or sooner or later a compromised self (needless or quietly needy) is a compromised other self (mismatched) try to be gay yah yah yag a witless half an ounce of female construes a robot age is in discrimination to affect us from the immigration we must martyrdom of anything vaguely scientific or that otherwise makes fuck all sense neither histoire (slippage 2) animalism (perennial slips) my director is an eighteen year old girl It sucks! But I'm further from human essence by acting out its condition - I don't compare women to animals (I leave that to women) feminism is its opposite after all is said and done I don't expect no money from it moon 10 looking at Google Earth we see how we're all fucking omniscient drop the phrase Matthew Arnold hyperperplexiaparadoxium this is hapax legomenon by discontinuity I am originalstop Labels: moon face google earth feminism original dance robot
Calliope Nerve XIII: Sheila's Day Out
"Kiss me and you will see how important I am. " --Sylvia PlathFor nearly two years, Calliope Nerve Magazine has been bringing you the best in underground, avante garde, and original poetry and short-lit. Now one of our featured creators Sheila Murphy sits down for an interview with Calliope editor Nobius Black. Due to a limited print run. This issue is only available via email to the general public and you can get yours by sending an email request to nobius AT gmail.com. Submission info is located here. (We are always looking for talent.) Internet link trades, advertising, and flier swaps available. To support Calliope order your Amazon products via my web log: White Rabbit - *BLACK HOLE*. Name your muse! Calliope Nerve. Poetry is prayer, God is ink.
9.08.2007
The monolith at the beginning of september
09/02/2007Username and password. Why do you call me sir sir? At the beginning of my day I make enough cigarettes. For. Not until the paperwork is finished. Your heartbeat serrated these prisms of aching leaves. Just look behind you. Stumbling on uneven concrete a spill of timber light whitening painful birds stripping tongues. There’s thick glass in through I call out to you I call and talk five minutes. Then the crickets switch keys go up a whole step and you can still hear the mill. The moon a wedge of anemic lemon grinning. I could even be watching TV through your window with you thickens near the atop loose shoes. Urban brands up to 70% off and shit. However many churches there have been in the world ahead of you someone walking hidden straining to plant those shanks of run light in you let him to air conditioned to continually eulogize seeking distinct units. The moon sucks at another empty parking lot up on the cracked concrete shimmering in the sweats of summer’s last sugar. There’s a used car lot at the corner of your bruised fruit. Broadway feed and pet supply paterson 1920 gyros & more closed for repairs charleston car washes inc. Could we interlace the sound of traffic with kissing? You do know it’s 90% humidity out where an abanoned shopping cart slits the sky burning away all the weather. Crickets pound a sleighbell beat on weight. The spiders are tethered to threads and gliding. I park where reflectors summon mailboxes out of the night’s bath. It’s busier on tuesdays. Cars nightriding leave a garland stink of honeysuckle behind. Renaming dislocates. Those deep purple clouds skimming above us have surely slipped out of their cuffs. Gills open in the road swimming anonymous cars red the corners to townhomes littered and lit-up but when no-one moves it gets darker. You’re broken somehow but fixing you breaks you even more. I distinguish horizon because its deep softness excommunicates me. 09/08/2007
9.07.2007
promised guess
lineup's stretched to seem alignment by those virginal foresworn invisibles for whom pink is the new blank verse (appearances can be discerning what wheels these henpecked butter huts the will to cha (twice) chorded toward rampal as muscular romantic gold in character while tenor leaves the heat and from out here we sing(e) is ever there a moment for a construct of alternatives (a different pope) (envisioned light of wheel) (confidence man/ager) release the upsurge in price-earnings give up time to meditate allow me be embody sister in the wool dyed sufficient hue beneath the overcoat of overhaul and prompt attention near or in premonitive conundrum of intaglio
9.04.2007
I walk you to the shore
Modesto yeast comes home We were elaborate The sun would coast An atmosphere a plentiful terrain A place to look at paper proclaimed to last With nothing on there is a question Stones young or otherwise Trap doors leading Correspondence Death where depth has posed unlimited restraint In a moment naturally this Versus punctuation with a curve These minutes collectively Assembly fields hold elements I weather you have weathered everything
9.01.2007
if you resist the skin you keep your germs intact
housing's so expensive I'm not looking to resize championetics romps along the braced curve of your chestthe actuary lives next door I try to discourage the actuary brahmins dovetail alsoit is never Tuesday often therefore is a cloddy word mask indwelling redirectiontremor is a shoe-in drama in your veins employs you table of random flax seed ventures home to porqueinflexibility tones your host system majestic outhouse is an oxy reinvent some cause de facto of the syllabustry to trim your impulses try to pace your pacem anybody on the sidelines maybe seeks to occupy what you have madesee if everything you do can be enclosed brag upon the legacy of anything enclosed primary leisure unmans obstacles by being in a different space
montale ("cigola..." from "ossi di seppia")
 si deforma il passato, si fa vecchio,
appartiene ad un altro…
my past is distorted, is getting old,
belongs to another one…
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