Wednesday, December 12, 2007

movement belt

under slipping filling (full)
confront (d) "pairing
this" (tion)
with stepping up "with
longer, a
ladder" roof top
vapor (ize)
second (ary)
'straction 'twined
"with both hands on"
sub-acute distinguish
foundation (floor)
taste'd elbow
(lick) end licking "it's just
about getting fucked!"
sweep corner dust
out flies (and)
points between
window (and)
seal (t) un
(parallel) sun light

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

carmen carmen car c



O Carmen Carmen Care Car ~ when we saw this tree hand hooked held to that velvet purplemauvegreenish hovering

and Hand
Held


we knew

god was reborn that Nietzsche's Daughter has a home becoming here in your art



how night has born shady air
we quicken with the dust of love ~









how night has born shady air
we quicken with the dust of love ~ love's air was a shady lamp ~

count the meter inibition's not gross

restraint has its pace

ambition's a colour of joy

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Wave yer cursor over the1st image to
nota bene: same instruction per seconde ~
enlarge

Living Hidden in Plain Site/Sight/Cite: The Door of Perception

4 drafts as in checkers

1, 2 , 3 ,

easily
interlaced finger
joints
praying
on
needle
pintle
antler
to high
hoofed
roof ~






check
mate


texte disaprue~ dans la rue~ corse of corso of cummerbund


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i really like this
no kidding!
wow!
its so smarty
realy
hold yer horsy
come on!
i lub yer work!


glosss
in this text je-de mots allow rich undoing of compositional fair play


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redonE it colouring book

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fer gawd sake shut them comment up
auteurs sans textes
textes sans auteurs
et finalement sans hauteur!

Monday, December 10, 2007

lover's inviisble ink to your dres her smile .a s wish
rare to her co a l

seizer her thigh as rib she up . the ugly meantime hold out her ugly. ambition's a glover's feal. as wash to see her hair

ro
ro
row
wor
orw
orrr





lover's invisble Pink to your dres her smile .a s wish
rare to her co a l

seizer her thigh as rib she up . the ugly meantime hold out her ugly. ambition's not a lover's deal. as wash to see her hair
lover's saunter saunter flec svelte of sister
hi! hi!
highway!


ro
ro
row
wor
orw
orrr






seizer her thigh as rib she up . the ugly meantime hold out her ugly. ambition's not a lover's deal lemony flip of hip around his head as wash to see her hair

ro


the robe to dis-

the wistful kiss

the lime to twist

the circuit steel

the moistened wrist

the chemist's crisp

the lime belt cyst

the seventh key

the lumens slip

the warned off ship

the anchored glyph

the printed clip

the haunted seal

the lessened seal

the frame of wheel

the sync of lip

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At the Cross Words of History


Thursday, December 6, 2007

"fleurs" X 9/11 to the second power

Verticality groped “fleurs” occasionally
Retroactive telephones rang to plausible outcomes
Blunter blue guitars robbed at curbside decided
Let’s do the monkey
Angled widths / breadths mistakenly golden
It has a singleness singing like dollarfish in church
But glee & who fled them expect to be fed
Ransomed for no whistle
Each limned beforehand a counterfeit driven ballistic
Matters of shells is what we’re looking for, she said
& went on: the daubs of pallor
The pointillist’s torque sundered by slender feelers
My beliefs? Simple things, yes?
Quarried voices outdraw oddly a giddy abstraction
Tableaux’ inch worth of String Theory toppled by
Rubbled terrible defeats humanity is living thru
The one course slopes off
At frame’s edge a point of seven tangents seems elliptical
Jet-shaped as angst now deeper frgmnts due to meaning
The ordeal is beautiful typography, yes?
& yes, he coped ideally at first
Learned how not to unknot himself psychologically
Before rejecting himself scientifically
Reinvented by followers he missed them by minutes
When he died he changed is a fact it’s true
Still claim men in America love beautiful dogs?

"fleurs" X 9/11 to the first power

Soliloquy’s broken out of
Subway runs magnetic comforts up
Stationed there demanding ornamentals
Armatures border irony its vicious parentheticals
Obsessed with March’s unlikely spools
Warped stalks burnish dot coms
Their kingdom flown against earth its offering of outrage
A ranting too calculated too homey for spice traders
And yet it’s “fleurs” they optimize at forces
Pseudo-ministers snake-hung on fences
Tens of thousands of bodies
Lit in normal Dutch-zero-machined-largesse
Intimating x-rays opined by harbors’ sundry cods
It’s as fantastic-science-waiting-on-tables that they wait
Seven wonders of bras traced in reversals
Elements’ as yet unspecified whirlpools of dictates
Still silent in notational cul de sacs
It was not a good day the eleventh
But roomed beneath the correct lives were new spaces
The right knives with the same fork and spoon

"Crash on the Highway"--For Roy Acuff & Xavi




"I heard the crash on the highway
I heard the crash on the way
I heard the crash on the highway
But i didn't hear nobody pray
No dear brother, i heard the crash on the highway
But i didn't hear nobody pray . . .

There was whiskey and blood all run together
Beside their dead bodies where they lay . . .
I heard the crash on the highway--
But i didn't hear nobody pray
No, dear brother, i didn't hear nobody pray"

Monday, December 3, 2007

Again, for BFM

she spoke for you
I recognized vocabulary,
syntax, thought

you were my child
safe between lives

each fleck of conversation
offered carefully
as from an altar

I would trade any noun
for this mutuality

even knowing it is here now and
will be again

je noie tucri, tu crie jenoi : a reversceene


o
o





after : philippe beck, affiche 29

with : marco giovenale
o
o

Sunday, December 2, 2007

soapine


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