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Nov. 30th, 2009

09:00 pm





We reckon we recognize as rhythmically prophetic those collections of beats which when followed reveal local movement as defined and defining global motility. It is the NoSe had a SoN, AWry in name and in parody awful, to give and gain a mouth, a daughter--self-mendicanted o.O --who would rent your grandchild for a cut. As if nothing had existed before you--you go on despite the Cry and her many children. The weal of everything is prosperity, a ridge on the flesh raised by a blow. Puts the welt in weltanschauung, which is where you stand, eyeless and toothless, an untied shoe with no traction and tongue too big to fit the split foot for which its talk is its walk--circuitously heaving, panting prattle and dragging the other. The olfactory sounds its wet whistle--morning, evening and doggo--which keeps us going. Us remembers, which keeps us
going.




Nov. 29th, 2009

10:10 pm



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Nov. 24th, 2009

09:16 am






When I notice change in the wind I look south where varicolored balloons inflate a profiterole. The role of the profit is to forestall the future. Children are our suture. Feed them well, and let them bleed the way. Show them all that beauty is possessed and sad. The grating love of all--it's lowing in the mind.



Nov. 23rd, 2009

10:30 pm






Korean: there is only one Chinese character used for the Min surname. There is a legend that the Min clan's founding ancestor, Ch’ing-do, was a descendant of Ch’a kŏn, one of the ten disciples of Confucius. Ch’ing-do, an emissary from China to the Koryŏ kingdom, decided to stay and settled in the Yŏhŭng area. The surname Min can be found throughout Korea, but it is particularly concentrated in Chŏlla and Kyŏngsang provinces.

One name may hide another. What you see what get you see what. Ohhh I get. It gets I at first. Forget I for what I get for what. Their bite is highly venomous, and it paralyzes their victims. While you were a while I whir in shark bay. When the tail-slap fails we hydroplane at the risk of suffocating the beach. Then I trapped in the door a board an image of myself, nor the last very I. Numbered warm and safe the days aheadwind above urchin barrens. 1/10 emissary so fast was it on high speed is what puzzles me in the Yŏhŭng area. Concentrated in Chŏlla, one province may hide another. gente--unconcentrated.

Nov. 12th, 2009

09:32 pm




투명

is the rain is the ant's claw piercing my skull. It's possible they were never in the palms but gained Sunday by Joan Curving. Then the French drain moved them away. It was a relief. And tho you can't hear how I'm saying this, let's just assume it sounds like a rain of ants heard from above.



Nov. 11th, 2009

08:52 pm




May my hands might better identify you.  Steel concerns abruptly.  The instant resigned from the administration for improbable conduct.  If you look into it, the further away moves.  Which is why, yes, I might just might.  Why are you reading me that way?  I'm not reading you at all.  But here you are anyway, of a sorts.  Equivalent to several days of hurricane.


Nov. 10th, 2009

08:43 am



Her poultry defies categories.  It shouldn't fly, but it does.  Her poultry is both political and apolitical.  Her poultry complicates things.   Have you seen her poultry?



Nov. 9th, 2009

09:28 pm






Who do as nights seem thru pipe seam song; our skin the daymare recedes into viticulture.  At last acnestis makes a pearl of you; your utter surface meets my utterance surface.  What teeth!  Who might hear the stations of the Cross Bronx, arbiter of air bridges, might meet our maker--Bob Moses--our very own Picasshole.  And to think of what little harm he'd'a done as poet/swimmer instead of swimmer/drowner (that is, the latter, transitively (e.g. the Gowanus fiasco, or all thru Harlem).  ¡este dichoso ordenador!  Brilliance--a complex series of tubes--leads only to birling.  Are we not all flesh-and-blood bots?


Nov. 3rd, 2009

09:58 pm




 
 
We were too big to flail so don't take us so glitterally.  We were caught up in the chopper blades above us.  We were eyes in the skies, and the bees in our knees were humming the architecture.  Behind them the catacombs of honey glistened on the decomposing bone.  That must mean our legs were buried, and we prayed for the amortization of our soul.  We were a cunning so vast the lingua franca could not hold us.  We began to newspeak in tongues, repeating in glottals.  We achieved velic closure in coronals such as:

z
oo see that thud
vision she name
 
We were apical and laminal, domed from the start.

 
 

Nov. 2nd, 2009

11:28 am




Fern Green Tower (2000) by Dale Chihuly - Corning Museum of Glass

Scale in second glass, o citizen, know this green is yours also, if in theory only enters what I take to be your takeoutaway.  At the altar will you draw me as alternate--altarnation?  Full dis.  Closure.  Disenclosure.  Make your To Do listless and start the odditions.  El día de tu muerte suerte.  What it means to carry a state?  Stirs in chalk a day from full on its blue slate board still lit by a setting.  A trail of recirculating absence--monarch displacement while the right voice let go nails its echoing.


Oct. 27th, 2009

09:33 pm





 

Oct. 19th, 2009

09:02 pm








Prometheus periodically gores the F ring
waves in the edges of the Keeler gap
the moonlet
Tethys passes
Just above Tethys

at equinox





What visible in the silhouette?  What obtains uptown?  Sudden againsay.  Above the plain fruit ab ovo our fruited plain.  The last hour at Masker, I to eye the Saturday sun.  And Sunday rain--none.  All the weep was done.


08:41 pm





Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
Absinthe makes the heart glow flounder.
Absinthe aches the hurt gnaw founder.The enema of surprise.The anima of surplus.

animenema



Oct. 6th, 2009

09:35 pm



organ pipes behind the screen at Cedar Lane Cinemas in Teaneck, NJ

Politics is a thieves' game.
Those who stay in it long enough are invariably robbed.

--1932 epigraph by Robert Moses on the cover of the menu at the Empire State Club*

Pipe up they say!  The pipes mighty wound!  ocean in view o the joy!  so the sacred books cooked in stars anise recall pericarp, Illicium verum, begin with a perianth of whorled tepals, spiral the receptacle, more sepaloid --are we descending the
st
       a
             i
                  r?  or I leave the star?  Arise arise I, o song behind the screen but the pipes are quiet.  The keys play themselves are machinery elsewhere.  O great Conceptuo, deus ex, ex-deus, cast among the dogs flarf all over.  Line please.



*After Al Smith's defeat to FDR in the presidential primaries.  The epigraph is attributed to Shakespeare, but I can't find the source anywhere.


Oct. 5th, 2009

08:20 pm





a-Glu
ch
R-
REAT
THEY'RE FLAKES
2 BAGS your eyes
helps to heal is said
ripe old urns the mic FOR FRESHNESS
Cheerio!  the rains
US A-holes
EAT the Gains.


06:19 pm






Young pericarp subsidized under lenticular passings.  Young deterred intern, in turn interring and interred.  Here comes young Ed Erring without Right Hand, maneuvers the turded street, his head in quarters, singing
to the pub I can I can I can
to the pub I can and will
beneath the falls in Paterson
at the bottom of the hill.

Heads west young man, and feet east.  Head ahead day end were as thought.  Kernel, exploding from your starch collar--expansion and yield--which theory will your acreage increase?  which unify your field?

Current Music: Nina Simone - I Wish I Knew How It Felt To Be Free

Oct. 3rd, 2009

04:30 pm - Psychoemotional & neurological

In the waiting room of the acupuncturist fine light refines the needle.
In the waiting room of the acupunturist a soft needly-haired babe eyes the mashed banana on a white plastic spoon.
In the waiting room of the acupuncturist Ricky Tan and his Triads are up to no good. They must be the ones behind this stuck C key and the frosted glass represents bamboo trees for The World Health Organization recognizes acupuncture's effectiveness for over 40 common disorders. The idea of disorder is in the waiting room of the acupuncturist. See that water tower leaning in the rain?--rain that might be described as needling, tho not today's which has gone while waiting for the acupunturist whose wrists are in my mind that is also a waiting room of approximately 72 degrees.

12:19 am



August: Osage County

 How take then this let us scale up down your mortgage backed insecurity.  The sky is searching for this guy.  For you who reading this I wonder yoohoo!   in fashion ajangle, mouth shaped for um agape and shades of moth yr eyes flit against their flicker.  Looking up thru riverings, tender bills make eyes for lenders.  Racks for debt in the cab where the guns were guns and the men were whiskey sages.  Then we drove thru buttery light till thinned.  Cool air over browned leaves.  Souther.  Souther.  Down where the heat knows god knows when was.  Where the county line earns family dividends.


Sep. 23rd, 2009

08:37 am



 

Who LEASE?  Is not me or you, for sure.  Nothing is nothing.  Which--for sure or not me or you?  or you or you.  Three of us tautology the ream in dream in transplants of aman rice.  Dreamicans.  Florease.  Foe laser.  Aman rice.  Armed.



Sep. 22nd, 2009

08:13 pm



 

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