Viva la Vida

watch me tear this painting watch me rip it up or paint

another better or worse it matters from my eye’s eye

F r i d a

little leg thin leg

formed in your jail bed

polio they said

September 17^th, 1 9 2 5

one step splinters chance choice

street car of chaos

the bus your fate

pierced by arrows of pain

body parts body parts to open the red sea of despond

circling upon your track the hunted seeks the hunter out

questions burst out

mouth shift shapes a bud

opens into words porque? porque?

wracked without ruin with no easy room to maneuver

on thin bed rack your mind stretches beyond skin to ease-l

why me? w h y

does this handrail pierce me

tissue and bone veins tangle

my body is mine to display , mine to mind mine to cram

in open pits of roiling wicked pigment watch me dye

consciousness drifts in out

pulled by the tides

hand rail removed

consciousness l o s t

v i r g i n i t y lost

palette splashed in fury cast to contain a febrile agility

might avoid the looming void beyond fervent defiance

you are drowning

in whirlpools of pain

drenched in red

painted with

b l o o d

moods thicken tint hardens to stone Medusa glints

solidified just as snared as any light caught in your eye

gold dust

flies out

from the pouch of a rich man

sprinkles you

in silence

anoints soft wetness of wounds

sex springing from your head glitters seduction

Frida

you began to paint made the pain disappear

believed in love

on balconies that open

where women fly out

you flew out to Diego

form-

al ribbons of snakes coil like a Spanish Infanta’s dress

by Velasquez.

you sleep with

photographs of Stalin under your pillow

stuff the Empire State building

into your Mexican volcano

sleep with Trotsky

wild vein through white leaves’ ruff

flat surface of sheer rock powdered to outlast flesh.

roots and vines intertwine

self-indulgent as a hibiscus in bloom

luscious full lipped

Frida draw your hair as whip lacerating your throat such

vegetation grown long twists to vengeance when shorn

you hide y e s

you hide in your stare

in your father’s photographs

become a pre-Columbian idol

a Mexican St. Sebastian

wounds of survival

linked chain around your neck, cadena monkey’s paw

protective

Frida of clay necklaces o f s i l v e r

b l o o d dipped

your paint brush

eyebrows like wings of an eagle

y o u s o a r

then jackal’s inquisitively pointed ears? no—

just a black dog gone murky when eyes swim sea-green

spark dashed with pain or pills swallowed to kill pain

F r i d a

you hear things

see things

you are pinned like a butterfly

on my window curtain

dawn brings

small comfort

your lover

gone

above your ear an amorphous androgynous couple floats

turning in amniotic thought cloud what nostrum must

be murmured over and over tumbling through such froth?

p a i n persistent like insects under hot Mexican sun

p a i n fills each second in

su casa Coyoacan

he-she-we el- ella-nosotros confessions of mute rage

flicker phosphorescent over Sargasso’s obsessed sea

muy limpio cielo azul

s u e ñ o s

your heart opens like a sacred heart of Jesus to reveal Diego

Diego Rivera

your third eye a bronze medallion of Maria

every Easter

on Holy Friday the

burning of Judas

you say

i must p a i n t

i must l i v e

i must p a i n t

remembrance of treachery

gleams so curiously blind to its own reflection before that

ongoing inquisition of other eyes eyes you sought so long.

your hair Frida

nailed with flowers

pinched nipple

of desire

mixed colors

your palette

abortions

wet nurse

Judas watches you sleep

while the Judas in you awakens

just try to forget me now

c u i d a d o c u i d a d o

I dare you double dare

t w o demons two demons

empty yourself of one

already

my art has outlived all you onlookers of this ostensible life

y o u

will be

One Dead Indian

*****

In a process I call “Braiding The Waves”, poems are interwoven and the lines interspersed to create a third piece. I have worked with several Canadian poets in this way, including Daphne Marlatt, Victor Coleman, Susan McMaster and Patricia Keeney (in a book called Vocal Braiding). Our collaboration is an interweaving, a Celtic braiding— exponential, incremental, binding. It circles round, dives down, leaps up, opens out. I’m excited about the richness of discovery this working allows and stimulated by the imaginative dimensions it reveals. Vocally, we braid our separate poems to form dramatic new patterns. Our concerns merge as well. We often find that our themes mesh so well it is difficult to tell who wrote what, surely the sign of happy collaboration. Gloria Alvernaz Mulcahy’s poems and mine danced toward each other in this way. Poem by poem matched, called and spoke to one another, as we gathered them into a Pendas collection, Gathering Voice. Many of these poems were recently translated into Spanish, and published by Pendas as Pinceladas. Most recently, videographer Daniela Sneppova, Gloria and I created a videopoem of two of our poems from the book, dedicated to Frida Kahlo. Our first impulse was to read the poems separately. But what worked for the piece was a complete interweaving of our lines, and a new poem emerged from that juxtaposition. Poetry that emerges as a gift like this can change your life . . . and the video. My original poem was already in two voices: Frida’s and the narrator’s, in which Frida was third person. I changed the third person to the vocative to match Gloria’s poem and address Frida directly. Her voice is in italic throughout the poem. I also substituted spacing for my punctuation, again to match Gloria’s style. Frida is our collaborator as well: for us, her voice comes alive in “Viva La Vida”. Appropriate timing, since Kahlo's centenary is 2007! The DVD of this video, including a chapbook with the new poem, will be available from Pendas Productions in the spring of 2007.

Gloria and Penn have performed together in Penn’s Poem for Peace (English, Spanish, Ojibwa and Latin), through the Centre for Creativity at King's University College, London ON, and on tour in Ontario, Vancouver and the US. The poets also appear together in Four Women (Red Kite Press) and the CD of poems from Four Women, The House of Pan (Pendas Productions). Their latest books of poetry are Gathering Voice and Pinceladas, with Pendas Productions.

Gloria Alvernaz Mulcahy

Frida speaks out in two poems—mixed blood/ mestiza (Gloria) & frida on exhibit (Penn). Two different voices emerging from the Frida each of us has discovered through her paintings, photographs from Coyoacan, art books, commentaries, films, drama, music, Frida’s diary, dreams, travels in Mexico—images, words, two imagi/nations. Another woman enters— a third eye. Daniela Sneppova’s camera awakens us. She imagines a silent film and I become Frida—transforming paint/canvas into flesh and bone. Then comes the editing—layers of photographs from my journeys to Mexico revealing strata of Frida’s mestiza history and work done a year earlier when Penn asked that I video us reading the poems separately—her father’s paintings in the background, engaging yet another artist’s eye. Such powerful movement creates chaos evoking new perceptions. The images were revealing, provoking, wounding—the punctum creating a sudden communal re/action as Daniela’s editing cast us into new imaginings. We needed two voices intermingling—we began the “vocal weaving” creating a new poem, recording it, not changing words or sequences but letting the two Frida’s speak, one to the other. Then Daniela’s final editing— Penn and I creating our Frida speaking out (as she always has done). Two narrators commenting— poetry revealing life, Frida’s /our stories unfolding, revealing and concealing metaphor and reality “fused like a hurt bone mending”. Three women, like three strands of sweetgrass woven into one braid. Three onyx colored strands becoming one in the videopoem Viva la Vida— a new Frida in images/sounds, the braid always stronger when the weaving is done.

GAM

Alan Halsey and Jesse Glass

Arias & Duets from ‘Loagaeth, an Opera’

Duet: John Dee & Edward Kelley

JD: Such thumping, shuffing, cluttering and fimbling

EK: Skriking, strowting, roushing and thumbling

JD: This was a jolly man when he was king of England

EK: A Commission was out to attach him for coining of money

JD: Here is his going into France

EK: Here is his going into Denmark

JD: The children fall down dead

EK: And I begin to write.

Githguleng’s Song

I was a weary and half confounded

She is gone

I smile because I speak of tomorrow

With a brightness she is gone

Duet: First & Second Dragonfly

First: The reward of sin is to be absent.

Second: That is a marvellous thing that is nothing.

First: I will never be of the mind.

Second: I am Finis, I am a beam.

First: That is a gird to you for your fishing.

Second: I am Thomas Didymas now.

Instant Tanfeld’s Song

The Book, the Scrowl and the Powder

he was coming from Islington with

he was threatened to be pulled in pieces

if he came with them to me.

Farewell Kelley. Farewell Dee.

Of those that taste of everlasting banquets

and desire the same to others

be it spoken again, Farewell.

Duet: Castle and K

Castle: I am lighter than I was and seem to be empty.

K: I seem to be returned from a great amazing.

Castle: In our country troubles we should be hence.

K: Put ‘your’ instead of ‘our’ in a laudable proportion.

Castle: King Jolly asked me what a hotchpotch is.

K: A hotchpotch is the last sleep of the world.

Thomas Didymas’ Song

I never saw this woman before

Her shoes were full of sorrow

The spirit laughed this way & that

She had a white petticoat on

She appeared on my right hand

Brighter and now a tall woman

I doubt that she was our friend

Like a rag of cloud she is gone

Duet: Angle & Circle

Angle: Who would have thought I should have met you here?

Circle: Sit. See. Say. Here is a point before the world.

Angle: Little words are often great matter.

Circle: Here is the man again. Here comes the cloud.

Angle: Here come a million honest philosophers.

Circle: The most superfluous dot I ever saw.

Angle: Shall we burn or bury? It is very old.

Circle: It is dead as dead ever was.

Stone Michael’s Song

For because

do only

repent your

sayings a

length confessed

that he him

brotherly

whose other

book is the

questions left

in his win

dow written.

Duet: Sinister & Dexter

Sinister: Expound the mystery of satisfaction.

Dexter: I never heard any speak so leisurely.

Sinister: What shall I do with these 21 words?

Dexter: Teach me to spell.

Sinister: You have been used to good cities.

Dexter: Your house may be burnt for a remembrance.

Edward Kelley’s Song

O Mappa in pieces

small as ashes

and face that vanishes

soon as seen were

as Catesy cry

Is dark an apt place?

Farewell strangers I

will speak no more.

Duet: Dragonfly & Rilke

D: What can I compare this sentence with?

R: Whatever when felt together’s said.

D: You mean another’s other’s its horizon?

R: A symptom of resemblance is never a name.

D: And so an angel should be called Anonymous?

R: Or worse. Some are often many.

D: Is this why writing is reading reversed?

R: Statements define neither when nor why.

D: Inward to you is constantly displaced.

R: Outward’s face is always mistaken.

The Man of Glass Sings

Bee, gather, hereby, both

hereby, gather, both, Bee

gather, Bee, both, hereby

both, hereby, Bee, gather

Bee, gather, heresy, both

hereby, Hathor, both, Bee

gather, Bee, moth, hereby

both, hereby, gather, Me

Duet: Moth & Monad

Moth: He is gone but his desktop is still in the English house.

Monad: They swarm continually. The little one says a word and away.

Moth: Where are you Kelley? My ‘Us’ is as good as your ‘Um’.

Monad: Blow your nails slopewise for his descending.

Moth: I touched him and he became a prophet.

Monad: Before we entered the right trade of true lessons.

Moth: To whom is the GO said?

Monad: Timor Innatus will never prevail.

Dragonfly’s Song

You call me a jeweller’s wife

who hunts after nothing.

If those be these at whose command

the sun can stand

If these be those but Dee is gone

it shall be no world.

april 29^th 2005

[Ear to the shewstone /set correctly on the Table of Art]:

“I come unto you again.”

Eye to the shewstone]:

falling, turning as a brick cracked from a wall

by sequential explosions

(imagined musk of foot & thigh)

& must step near to observe yr. leap

yr. stuttering stop

so unlike us here in our block of gelatinized

Space

seeing you flash & ripple before us from one surface to

the next,

Pivot on one foot yet again

broken line

MOUNTAIN THUNDER AIR

nearer mill yr. arms

to ratios sealed in cell & shell

FIRE ICE DEMON GATE

We shift in our distorting space, counting/

whispering in unison

all that you point out

in yr. gyrations on the xylophonic floor

& call for opera glass & microscope

to confirm

the Dimensions of a Winged Teardrop

shifting in yr. hands

as you squat, perspiring,

arms two sweeps of muscle

pillar legs, lunar knee-caps

hands cupped around a GLYPH,/AN UNVOICED SOUND

a s,c,i,s,s,o,r,i,n,g,

a,r,t,i,c,u,l,a,t,i,o,n,

between two broken cliffs of rain.

Tokyo reflected in it. Now

someone’s in the stone–

secrets to be shouted

gestured with pointed toe, arched back

leveled leg:::::

“the man in my left eye

“the woman in my right

“dance an angular flutter foot

“on migraine parquet

“chartreuse & lozengular

“skin-slip”

A GREAT SOUND COMES OF (TRUMPETS) (KETTLEDRUMS) FROM THE CRYSTAL

Whispers:

I am not so in yr. presence: [heave-odes,

the perpetual Sub-Me]

12-sided transmuted ingot NOW GROWN HUGE IN MY HAND--BLOCKING OUT MOON & SUN

those that I see [animate shards of

Greek statuary?] drag themselves deeper

[seeking w,h,o,l,e,n,e,s,s?]

[licking the shew stone, then in the manner of an oracle]:

7 eyes

legs of

Plotinus

turn to gold

–arcane meaning--

7 eyes

torso of

Sallust

turn to silver

–arcane meaning–

7 eyes

columnar arms

turn to platinum

–arcane meaning--

7 eyes

cupped

throat

turn to false jade

–arcane meaning--

7 eyes

DIAMOND

w/5 WOUNDS

like a Man’s

“Spasm” of Otherness–

Breastplate of Prophecies

bullet-dented, motionless

A GREAT SILENCE, THEN...

here a moment of cherry-blossoms in the rain

viewable from my study

there a reminder from Trithemius

that no good angels appear in the form of women

see

the WOMAN WEARING A CROWN OF TRANSMUTABLE LEAD

the pattern of a TREE

upon her gown,

dust of Holy Rood

upon the hem

& lace at her throat.

peering into my room from the shewstone, sez

I am the dowghter of fortitude comma & ravyshed every howr comma from

my youth comma for behold comma I am understanding comma &

science dwelleth in me colon & the hevens oppress me comma

They covet and desyre me with infinite appetite

few or none that are erthy have embraced me

for I am shadowed with the circle of the sonne colon and covered with

the morning clouds colon my feet are swifter than the wynds comma

& my hands are sweter than the morning dew period My garments

are from the beginning: & my dweling place is in my

self period The lyon knoweth not where I walk comma neyther

do the bestes of the field understand me period I am deflowered & am

yet a virgin period I sanctifie & am not sanctified

happy is he that embraceth me period for in the night season

I am sweete comma in the day full of pleasure

my company is a harmony of many Cymballs

And my lips sweeter than helth it self period I am a harlot

for such as ravish me colon and a virgin with such as know

me not colon for lo I am loved of many colon & I am a

lover to many colon and as many as come unto me as they should

do, have their enterteynment period Purge your streets o

you sons of men comma & wash your howses clean

Make your selves holy comma & put on righteousness

Cast out your old strumpets comma & burn their cloathes

Absteyn from the company of other women that are

defyled comma that are sluttish comma & not so handsome comma &

bewtiful as I period And then will I come & dwell

amongst you period And behold I will bring furth

Children unto you colon & they shall be the sons of comfort

I will open my garments comma & stand naked before you

that your love may be more enflamed toward me period

As yet comma I walk in the clowds comma As yet comma I am carryed with

the wyndes colon And can not descend unto you for the multitude

of your abominations comma & the filthy lothesomnes of your dwelling

places period

Now therfor comma let the erth give furth her fruits unto

you colon And let the mowntayns forsake theyre barrenness

wher your fotesteps shall remayne period Happy is he that

slauteth you colon & cursed is he that holdeth up his

hands against you period & power shall be given unto

you from hence furth to resyst your enemies colon & the

lord shall always here you in the types of your

trubbles period And I am sent unto you to play

the harlot with you colon And am to enrich you with the

spoyles of other men colon prepare for me comma for I come

shortly period Provyde your Chambers for me that they

may be swete & clenly colon for I will make a

dwelling place amongst you colon and I will be

common with the father & the sonne comma yea and with

all them that truly favoreth you

for my youth comma is in her flowre and my strength is not

to be extinguished with man period Strong am I above &

below period Therefor comma provyde for me period for behold I now

salute you period And let peace be amongst you colon for I

am the Dawghter of Cumfort period Disclose not

my secrets unto women colon nether let them understand

how swete I am period for all things belongeth not unto

every one

I come unto you again period

The Stone Goes Dark.

From ‘Loagaeth, an Opera’: Kit Smart’s Song

Let God forgive Instant Tanfeld for his coming rashly upon our no little amazing.

Let the good Character of Panlacarp’s Conjunction rejoice with Soal his keeper: he over- gripeth and his bristles stand up yet his name is sternally praised.

Let Goodman Fern the Potter rejoice with the Mawmets in their holiday-clothes beyond Graves end: at the word Larb certain letters in the shape of frogs and serpents must be written in all the void places.

Let Ganislay beware wild honey and the angles of Glory dignified in Cubes, for infected air is a touchstone.

Let the man in Dockum’s ear rejoice with Officer The Officer who has business with Morvorgran in Denmark: he shall find no better friendship than in Denmark.

Let Jubanlaech rejoice with the Dragonfly that led Vincent Seve into Westminster Ward: without furniture of money he has seven books and the quality of wisdom.

Let Adraman rejoice with the father of Carping who has burst four times at the neck: they that become kings care nothing for a farmhouse.

Let Mozod rejoice with the Grammarians: their upper parts are like a round winking and in the third madness they will be on his side.

For stragglers are spotted people and some of the rags are fallen down where Myrcopskie sendeth his shadows.

Let Carmarthar rejoice with the hussing thing going from his head: such end, such beginning.

Let Nalvage rejoice with his bag of Amber in the hills of May which endure forever.

*****

The spiritual diaries of John Dee--and in particular their redacted, published form, A True and Faithful Relation of what passed for many years between Dr John Dee and Certain Spirits--comes closest to Borges' definition of a "book of sand"--i.e. a text without beginning or end that continues to transform itself with each new reading. The diaries are part poetry, part alchemical treatise, part seance transcript, part magical hocus pocus, part prophecy (some of which turned out to be true), part linguistic speculation on the origins of language, part secret code, and part Elizabethan fashion guide, and was the result of a long-term collaboration between Edward Kelly (said to have been shorn of his ears for his criminal activities), and the polymath John Dee. Having two copies of this book on hand, I decided to propose a collaboration of a similar type with my friend, Alan Halsey, using the Dee material as a common source. While Alan went on to fashion a wonderful closet opera (inspired no doubt by his love of Thomas Lovell Beddoes` Death's Jest Book (a love I also share)), I took the more esoteric path and attempted to replicate some of Dee's Enochian workings in my office here in Shin-Urayasu, Japan. My part of the collaboration is more open-ended, experiential, and written, literally, while staring into a small crystal ball from Edinburgh, while Alan has created a series of lyrics worthy of lute and flute. The whole project continues to expand and now includes visual poetry, with a promise of more extended back and forth line capping via the Internet--an invention that I'm sure would have astonished John Dee, Edward Kelly, and their host of Enochian Angels. One final note: letters separated by commas should be spelled out when the text is performed.

Nico Vassilakis and Geof Huth

& So

Before it leans in, you lean over. Twice the action.
As you swing your arms, it swings out,
ruffling with erasure. A mechanism translates heft.
One continuum of misshipped exchange. A quadrangle
beyond pentagrams, some fervid ship
of state. It is the reason.

Temperatures are logged. Third to curtail momentum.
Poised with arms through O, O’s. A clavicle against
wads of pencil. The slenderest thought
could wiggle through the other side,
giving way to intuition and opening
cordial gaps.

Conduits of subvocal thought
ferry night to day. Alas awaits and wanes
and slips ashore astride
a leftover hope before
the leaning in we’ve already mapped begins.
Schematic tensions, also Thursdays, hover.

For one moment’s child, a waver
holds, and gathered crowds perceive,
below their ration of thought, carousels
drizzling. Foremost slang among pamphlets.
This second immediate child retains
and cleaves.

His sign, a cloven hoof; his way,
a boulevard. A bending to. As volume
acquires and skims the surface,

these prints leave feet. The small of it

at his back, hard, like a heel.

It couldn’t be otherwise.

John M. Bennett and Geof Huth

Squeezing

Where I stood on a tire full of gravel

Sinking with the waves into sand

Where I squeezed the sodden dollar in my pocket

& an orange toothbrush between my toes

Crushing the gnats on the roof of my mouth

I, plunging, cracked the neck of a crab into

My pocket & shivered in the grey morning light

& in the rising tide floating to my knees the jellyfish

Like a hanky soggy held between my thighs

Where it fills with wind & blows away the

Dandruff filling my pockets

& the air, inside my nostrils, on water

On bloody eye or a rubber full of razor blades

John M. Bennett and Geof Huth, as corrected by Robert Grumman

Squeezing

Where I stood on a tire full of gravel

Sinking with the waves into sand

Where I squeezed the sodden dollar down my pocket

And the throbbing toothache in my shoe

Crushing the thoughts on the roof of my mouth

I, plunging, cracked the neck of a crab into

My pocket and shivered in the loose morning light

And in the rising tide floating to my knees the jellyfish

Like a hanky soggy held between my thighs

From a wind that blows away the

Dandruff thickening the voice inside

My bloody eye or a rubber full of razor blades

First appeared in Lost and Found Times # 23, 1988.

Bob Grumman and Geof Huth

Poem Aslip in Mangerment

Poem had spelled “Xmas”

with a capital Egypt and lower-case

misgivings, but it didn’t look

right, even in red ink. Under a

store-bought sky fraught with

starts and flirts of

incompetent obedience, an

immagisterial manger

anchored in the spelling’s sentiment.

Out of it, star, night, child, and beasts deadened

through the uncaught eye of

a woman named Merry

who had risen from everywhere to

become permanently predicated.

As Poem wiped—in a motion

both circular and unhurried—the seasonal

flocking off the windows and under

some ragtag V of geese heading

north into winter, he cleaned

the window clear back to glass,

a half-gone proposition, the boundary

between winter and Christmas, and a few

strokes closer to faith.

The store clerks and greeters,

gathered into a carol behind him. At

once, Poem began to bleed

precisely along the

cusp of Aquarius and aquamarine,

spilling blue onto his

shoes, silver onto the marble

floor. He slipped on it almost

neverendingly but ending

in an ambition for a wake which

struck like a revelation, an inspired

visitation, and left him

sanguine, languid,

languaged up.

Poem, Strictfully Bananaed

Poem was somewhere in the whine
of a cat he didn’t know. He had
been there for a while. Banan-
a cream pie, banana cream
pie. The scents of New England
sung and singing along. Unidentifiable plumbing
to the left, prestidigi-
fiable thinking to the right. It wasn’t
his song
pinking through the my. It wasn’t
his her
thinking through the vine.

The dark garden appeared
sludgenly, shrinking against resignation.
The cat’s whine wobbled into
heuristic whittles of
endurable while. The garden grew
fatter than the night, and the song wrung
the last reason out
of the aging air.
Banana cream
pie. Banana
cream pie.

The cat
can’t cry

But Poem
can be

In the
cat-can’t

Cry of
the cat

Geof Huth and Bob Grumman

What Text Had Thought

Unvanitied by varnish, Text rose

against all unvanquished poems, trumping

Fate. It was virtue

he crumbled, preferring the salad days

of Laurentian granite bowls to any half-hoped

desire for Art. His magic snarled

like Truth—inspiring, insipid, in-

sinuated, in sin. In this this.

When Text finally chewed the last

wrapper on the last

book, his teeth not crunching,

but sidling, like a cud-chewer,

dull and dreary, his fervid

thought renovated into

little more than

the greasy wrapper

of a last fried

fish

head

sand

wich everyone took

to be words wound tight and

held at arms length

to allow them legible speciation,

smellable distance,

drinkable time.

All the clocks in the room began

going backwards. Poem,

disconcerted with the concertina, squeezed the

wrong chocolate bunny yet

again

in the lead

major

te’s still pulsating

lesson in marine

geometry. Once again expanding

the approximated bounding

serenities that Text

had tiptoed beyond

in May of 1977.

Nick Carbo and Eileen Tabios

Skim the Sheen

Let me take your Homonhon shoes on
a tryptic walk through betel nut Avenues

while we listen to ghosts singing
as they skim the sheen of the Abra River.

Let Maria Clara's nape hairs stand
like cormorants by the water

when Gabriela Silang orders, "Stop
flirting. Use your panuelo to bandage a wound."

This is the red W of the sound
of downtown revolutions,

the 21st century opera
bled from faces burnt by noonday suns,

a carapace running down your
logos moons

as you stone clay-footed authors
of history texts: "see Dick run!"

At 388 mph the postcolonial dime
is dying dusty.

I know now what matters most:
the fidelity of your eyes on me

which I cannot step into twice
and be the same sumptuous stare

(you see how even Greeks
crack marble lips to join the fray?).

If only I would dare eat
this eurocentric speech.

But why lapse to bitter needs
when my lips would rather form "Mahal"

and your amber feet turn
into lahar lansones pies.

My love, the mangos have ripened--
throw out that marinade of vinegar and salt

*****

“Skim The Sheen” Footnotes:

Homonhon: the first Philippine island seen by Ferdinand Magellan
Abra River: a river in Luzon
Maria Clara: female lead character in one of the novels by the Philippine “National Hero” Jose Rizal

Garbriela Silang: the Philippines’ first woman general who led forces against Spanish occupation
388: number of years Philippines was a Spanish colony from 1521 to 1898

Mahal: Love

Lahar Lansone: lahar is a hot liquid volcanic ash flow and lansones is a Filipino fruit

*****

Collaboration with Eileen Tabios is a pleasure of the text as Roland Barthes saw it. She is quick to punctuate, easy to be postmodern with, and a loud grammarian rider. We took turns at logos and illogic. Our final exclamation, a sheen.
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Eileen Tabios with David Baptiste-Chirot

Brown-ing Moon

At the fair

loud voices

float

in the breeze.

Loud carnies

overpower

reason. Stench of

spilled wine.

Eyes

hide behind lashes.

Her bare

arm

"is summer browned."

Holding her

hand

I feel further

away than

moon

above ferris wheel.

Entering the dark

low doored

bar.

Smell of sawdust

long unswept,

wet.

Bartender a giant

African. Gesturing

"through

there"—an arch

to courtyard

rain:

"is falling, falling."

Wooden doors indicate

the toilets.

Two

have no doors.

Opening one

door

for a man

pants around

ankles

suddenly shrieking and

hopping and

knife

chasing me with a knife.

Girls in this

town possess

large

supple thighs. Below

bared knees,

legs

swing in time

to band.

Sitting

on stone embankments

along ancient

street

they part thighs

under skirts.

Summer

heat rushes out into the evening.

Farmhouse in distance.

A few

trees

mark the sky

at twilight.

friend is frightened.

He lacks

papers.

A dog barks—

a man

appears.

Inside, they give

us sandwiches

thick

with fresh butter.

Walking continually these

streets and

alleys.

All wall cracks

and road

holes

are known to

me. I

the one listening

to peripheral

languages

signaling from hubcaps,

shining metals,

bright

plastics, painted woods.

The construction

site

overwhelms with its

orchestrations of

colors,

sounds, shards—its

chaos and

order

exchanging forms. Melted

snow runs

rivulets among smashed stones.

Puddles pool slick

with oil.

am slowly finding

fragments of

myself

here. After all

it is

called

a construction site.

He is showing

me the

way.

Entering an abandoned

brick building,

walk among shattered

floor boards

coated

with mud and

rust streaks.

Sound

of water dripping.

Above us

can see through

the next

floor

up—through to

further floors

above

with gaping holes

in shattering

wood.

A pale rain

of plaster

dust

lightly patinas our

coats. Very

cold.

Here in basement

it is

dim.

Near one light

bulb, long

metal

pipes reveal hole.

A man

collects

water as it

drips from

corroded

hole. Belt wraps

around one

arm.

Another man heats

a spoon

with

"liquid in it."

My friend

brings

me to meet

a small

man

shivering in dank

air. Behind

him

waits a row

of prone

people

on the remains

of mattresses.

Man

speaks with my

friend. Later,

basement

the damp the dust the danger—we will not care.

The path leads

up a

gentle

slope among heather

and thistles.

Wind

makes trees murmur.

Sky is

grey

sea. I pass

a child

who

stares at me.

Ahead lies

clearing.

Walking steadily and

quietly atop

hill

I sight the

lynx ahead.

stares at me

and I

him. A pause

in time.

Then

he moves off.

I continue

with

my eyes changed.

10.

We sing sitting

in crashed

truck

in the woods.

A spring

day—

sky is blue

and white

clouds

stream through breezes.

A dead

man

sits inside the

windshield shattered

cab.

His bloody face

is staring,

tilted

towards us as

we rock

our

seated bodies and

look at

him.

We keep singing.

A fine

day

to be getting

high among

trees.

Perhaps he too

would like

drink? Or join

a card

game?

He could draw

the death

card.

If bingo, his

number would

up. Tilting he

looks as

though

leaning towards open

window to

ask

directions. I do

not know

where

to point—heaven or hell.

11.

Jean-Pierre is cooking

horsemeat in

blood

and wine with

garlic. It

makes

this cramped apartment

in this

slowly

collapsing building all

the hotter.

Marcel

is showing me

how to

make

plastiques. His hard

hands work

slowly

so I may

learn. For

once

we are not

smoking cigarettes

hanging

from our lips.

We are

not

suicidal after all.

Not this

night.

Marcel says three

girls are

coming.

We will fuck

them in

their

asses. He says

they are

tight

this way. Then

no children,

complications. The three

stacked tvs

talk

incessantly about the

approaching moon

landing.

Some famous person

is saying

that

in Jules Verne's

books and

Melies'

very early film

classic the

French

reached the moon

first. You

see

what assholes they

are, Marcel

says.

They think they

own history.

With

these little bombs

we will

make

a hole in

history and

then

—and then!—people

will rush

in.

The little bombs

are almost

done

and Jean-Pierre is

calling us,

Come

eat meat and

blood and

wine

and garlic. We

will light

candles

but not say

Grace. Three

virgins

are coming for

us. Perhaps

one

can enter heaven

backwards. It

very hot here.

I am

meet someone I

do not

know.

The evening dims.

A few

street

lights come on.

*****

The collaboration is really a series of inspirations--Eileen inspired me to send the poems to look at in the first place

--and create some new ones also--and then miraculously the poems she asked for inspired her-

This particular poem is inspired by memory of my first and long time crush, my first girlfirend--i had a dream abt her last night! amazingly--and of course inspiration from my lifelong favorite poet, Arthur Rimbaud--

Originally i was asked by Dustin Williamson to cotntribute to an "after" issue of his journal RUST BUCKLE--when Dustin still lived in Milaukee--he is now in NYC--that got me started on these--and i continue to this day with them-

They would have been standing around and then I sent to Eileen--and so--

Eileen has taken the poem she invited for a dance!

DB-C

D^Vid D^Vizio & Jukka-Pekka Kervinen

own pen ly sc ~ neq noo an ml

late ~ ital

us mo ~ am ea

er geni ist k ~ info re so tri

---- -----

c astra e rea ~ sortie or far 9

l lit ~ rtil 9

ice t ~ A ea

lves tw eacup ~ are nail plural

---- -----

uity fl ticke ~ El jubil edit

ying ~ Rangy

t hip ~ Jab t

ta migh pie b ~ sfoim let rl biz

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jailor thes ~ aliop lilt

audit ~ titmo

yal d ~ fa lgn

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Vernon Frazer and Michelle Greenblatt

Liquid Couplets

your

liquid

couplets

best make

a recipe

mooning

for doublets

throughout

a cascade

of lost suns

& on the faster train I wave a glorious goodbye

to the facade

that has been

us,

a fading

shine, its distance

re-

determined,

a quantum heap

of answers to question

of embryonic snow.

Its zygote the main sleigh

of phantoms

dragging across the tracks,

I dream

mirrored sun

set upon

opened

wound,

of impudent blue empty of

anvils, covered nudity

with ash

tendrils beckoning, the fury of deadened limbs

recycling

their

entropic

post-mortem haze

of honeygold hanged men, when traffic relaxes

back to still life

into the mortuary

the extension of my liability

littered across the

streets like road salt.

Today you are as brittle as ceramic

and the houses wheel by.

Nothing seems out

place

except the restless ocean

at my door

cresting

and requesting

at my

double entry

(subtle entreaty)

toeline shore

to take over more

granules

than one

can steal

or shred

time slabbed on the counter like meat; I fear harm from the page which confuses the child whom I cannot control. I teeter on the razor's edge of

adulterous thought

live | |

in | surging | its power

the margins | | overwhelming

of | | as the greater

diffusion | confusion | risk of

& loss / gain &

temptations brought

flesh

Mysteries of the Present

Transient bottle acclamations

eliminate the vast accrual

of quasi

solid space

where we pick up water & Baudelaire's black tulip,

lost and found

again a flavor

prescient as

synthetic ennui

dandy's

gift from the

present

to the future

tense--

so you would like to know why my oracular

tenses

promise not a future. I will prophecy

& prophecy, if only to diagnose the present,

in obscure
tongues of past

& future in the clarity Cassandra

melded, rumors

grow

wings

fly around

the stage

as bitterness fades to half-view in the vat of her throat, bubbling dark wisdom through the ancient froth, lips worth licking to those who

knew

the things

she meant

New Tales of Definition

The belly up sun floated on the tide and breathed

the taste

of the salty water.

Nothing could allay

the sensation of jellyfish protruding

cautionary tales

of the tongueless

large river

pebbles

where all the necessary

explanations accorded the whole

of the unfolding alongside a coral reef

of their secret, the root to

living among

the water's whirls, the waves of its breathing

those who stand in the waves and let

the flood

of sunlight criss cross

the fatty afternoon

sloughing snakeskin and white netting

into their wake, a new identity unpeeled, revealed as

a silence/ a pause/ a silence

finally we advance to skin of the matter, coiling

fresh among the flashing rays,

taking in new tales

of definition

in order to decide

what tiny mouth

to swallow with

we stood for hours

with the irreconcilable

letting ourselves slip again

and again

into aimless dipping,

a pause / a silence / a pause

the inverted refrain

tongue swallowing

the point-of-view, how he must have wondered

saying I

know you from somewhere

(now the cypress trees are swaying)

now the blood reaches the shoreline.

A crest of red foam breeches the sunlight

lasers seeking to find the unfamiliar, shed

protocols, boiling the sand,

the festering

ruins left by those who

shift the root to naming

scarred secrets,

ambulatory

*****

Michelle and I composed these poems by email. We didn’t restrict each other to exchanging single lines, but allowed each other to create as long a passage as we wanted, using the page as a canvas. The process was something like free-style dancing in that our “moves” on the page in terms of content or visual placement caused the other to adapt to changes in context, often employing elements of the other’s style that we didn’t normally use in our own work. Some of the shapes the poems take on the page result from these differences, as well as the twisting and turning of content in flight to a landing place. We determined that a poem was finished when one of us determined that we couldn’t continue beyond the preceding line without changing the poem’s direction or becoming redundant. When I look them over, I usually can’t tell Michelle’s phrasing from mine. We achieved a unique synthesis. VF

John M. Bennett and K.S. Ernst

C leaned & G laze d

sh own dust her, mat slop, rum p
blinking, use table, luster teethed,
g looms tall, lift tongue, graze
foam, guts spot, clots dumped,
dunking loose, abled dust, seeped
on wall. Spilt, sung blazE
Blaze gunk, split wall, sup on
seeds, dust dis abled, loose drinking,
dumped clots, spat nuts, foam
dazed, tongue litter, s tall gloom,
teeth blustered, tabled yours, blinking
pumped, slop matter, dust shown

Bl ink ed

should seed fate meet lunge
drip proof shoals arrest
glutted mist for glance brink --
would need lake feet wrung?
s trip loops hole clock chest
shut pissed s pork'd chance sinK
Sink glance bark piston
chest clock's sole loop striped
wrung feet like need wood
blink lanced fork mist's glutted
nest soak. shall roof d rip
lung meat's fake seed shoed?

Not Yet Ruffled

Mystery hat chump screaming
tumbled sort of half-seen too much
amidst Thracians, climbed hamstrung
leg steel bled triply shanked yet stood.
Raft, I dived, cause I bend. I
anguished: not "I"? Treat not with platitude
nor bed mist thickly in the ducts.
Rough sink stank.
Fer Yer Eyes Only

thanks scads o' dicks the sickly cluster he
had sore shaped 'n fried for speed. Cry not
nor read rank dry books -- for sure your
eyes couldn't brew that clunkery
prose. speed name now damn your dumb clay
mist 'n sprightly, laughed slightly,
rumple clean dream or you're stumped
rasp eye rays

Shove mucus

stab glove love hunt shunt depend
nape slob lob lap clap seat
undulate flat lat chub hub dangle
faucet skin kin blob mob stool
noodle hill il loading floating "book"
fill poodle oodle pluck look bloaty
spin lost oft rule drool hobby
scat inflate belate spangled angled blood
cob shape ape eat meat's sap
shove salve halve depend intend brunt

sub intend tend safe salve mucus
dental streak reek om boom gulp
fog shoe hoe rank crank pool
hail flipper lip halt ulterior snap
pond wrap rap nip snip draw
slap bond on straw saw drip
stripper pail ale hap nap exterior
spew grog frog rule pool drank
leak mental metal pulp culpable moon
bend club love cuz locus pal

Bruce Looms

youse could, creep, put a ladder,
a slipshod one, a mile up --
who moribundle people ought to tune
loose. Would sleep muddle leather's
lot? Pilgrim smiled at
Bruce, upon yon beaten swoon,
swooned better. So be a blue "mer."
Let her mother sleep, wood louse,
the one blew her long blonde runner's
lap, while -- ahem -- broad slipped
later up. Dulled, he took ease.

Soon, tank scum, throttled
blown shoulders, came, went, been
drug. Sherlock tripped
home, drank some (the sot)
to be moldering the bed pans.
Hugged door, socket burnt
front cliped outdoor bug
s pinned then ran (moulded red tube.)
Kids said, rum stank room,
run, trip, lock, share rag
bin, tent, scams older lube,
liberate some, thank you.

Line I/Threw I

Line out of long our
up and lover cheating like a
decay mop mop mop but to
have they we all couldn't I
intricate. is be
lieve thing, many Cranberry
we little rid of of vines holy
what get to wanted down the cast
to Ink colored rose I thing
many jaws Honey Psycho, in
rising grim his into press
you time possom hot, things
too many had I it's. last the cat,
Relieved was I. Jaws None are there
where neon the tree, Slime into,
tracks we see the you confuses you
ran I where highway of pretending
that come to will a thing
the down off took, and tradition
later or sooner jacket tip a "here's so"
chenille Bear on my
threw I
*****

The above poem is an intermediate step, which I liked and saved. The final transmutation was published in Lost and Found Times. KSE
Statement about writing:

I am fascinated by words and letters as symbols -- their basic symbolic make-up as well as their representational use. The spoken word is just noise, and a written word is only a marking, both meant to represent something else. Words provide a vehicle for a person to attempt to describe his or her perceptions to another. This act, though, is at best an ephemeral and incomplete one due to the nature of language.

It is words and letters rather than a given presentation/medium that form a common thread through all my work. I consider all of my work to be visual poetry no matter what the form or format. Some of it is in the more traditional textual form of words and letters on paper; some is in artists' books or book object format; some is sculpture or assemblage; some is collage; some is done as photographs; and some is in computer files, either still or kinetic. KSE

Jim Leftwich and Jukka-Pekka Kervinen

from The Bunny Texts

How to Comb a Bunny

egocentric tom-tom buddha invention resent buddha
incandescence commerce whistle-blower retroactive
thriller unreadable guiltless thriller whistle-blower
guiltless thriller far-fetched perfumery new somebody
version wasp mud jaundice wiriness sundown bellboy

wiriness rental bitter root o bitter root camel bitter

vacillation o turpentine vacillation carnal turpentine
root mechanical teak present innocence greengrocer

kernel traffic greengrocer canalionist mayonnaise
greengrocer kernel traffic light kernel traffic light
ordnance new far-fetched netlink paunch far-fetched
perfumery new somebody root canalh somebody additive
ochre reading wagon bitter root wagon bitter root grape
habituation root grape habituation suits anvil commerce
suits grape habituation electrocardiograph installation
express root version bunny reading exempt puppy correlative
oscillation root tomato light ordnance traffic greengrocer
canalionist extobitter root story new stoplight perfumery

new stoplight bunny comb expectancy bunny comb expectancy

alphabet Briton expectancy alphabet Briton expectancy
fiscal flowerpot invention fiscal innocence white
present mechanical teak history root retroactive canalis

orthodoxy candelabra deviance catalytic candelabra
deviance catalytic cavern bitter catalytic cavern
deviance root convex flowerpot invention fiscal flowerpot
invention ticklish accessibility mouser potomatoo
netlink essentially potomatoo spa academic accessibility
responsive ticklish accessibility responsive academic
accessibility spa anvil override suits anvil override
spa override spa academic override suits nosebleed
electrocardiograph fatuous convebitter root canaler
memoranda comely canaler

How to Colonize a Bunny

panther whistle-blower retroactive deathblow Before

sizing deathblow militant retroactive deathblow whistle-blower
crash deathblow bluish arresting rebut bluish arresting
rebut bluish arresting rebut bluish processors sundown
inch arithmetic sundown bellboy wiriness rental bellboy
wiriness rental thriller unreadable vacillation oxide
syntactical vacillation o bitter root o bitter vacillation
o bitter root candle bitter root o bitter root candle
bitter vacillation o bitter vacillation oxide syntactical
vacillation oxide root o bitter vacillation o text if
every text puppy stoplight moticose responsive academic
moticose tumor loaded curved complaisant loaded curved
menfolk pile superpower thievery pile addition bedeck
beverage post-structuralist bedeck vane seasoning
wean something wagon bitter root grape bitter unreadable
guiltless responsive teak present mechanical teak
present mechanical teak present ambiguous arresting
rebut ambiguous arresting installation progression
stew shady progression stew whistle-blower guiltless
post-colonial long-suffering bunny post-colonial
long-suffering bunny available. dusty refine available.
dusty bunny post-colonial device caw additive device
root canalfolio maturely somebody perfumery canalh
somebody perfumery canalh bibitter chuck parochial
unreadable guiltless bark unreadable rental bellboy
arithmetic sundown bellboy wiriness sundown inch arithmetic
sundown inch arithmetic sundown bellboy blood commerce
quadrant blood dissent tube reading dissent tube reading
dissent logistical discreditable dashboard thievery

dashboard carnal bitter root carnal foggy somebody
root canalh

John M. Bennett and Stacey Allam

Faucet Duck

Spent the faucet phone I

did keep the cocktail umbrellas

in constant motion glancing at the

“X” beneath your thumb

dressed sailor suited fluff

that was definitely not

a campfire girl or anything with

a bowel doing somersaults

this is kind of smoky like an

eggplant dreaming a watered stone

and feeling the reminiscent feathers

of all that Peking duck

Lumpy

On my arms lumpy bee

my cotton sleeves

pulled up plain hair

clustered by my eye

ball eating chips off the couch

on my bees lumpy arm

space

touching, knocking

elbows between slipcover fringe

damp with lustered tongue

and marbled x’s that end right on

its tip

Lake

Slept like a stone in a lake

that was connected to a wishbone

sucking all its air into an Entenman’s cake

resting on the ears of corn in the

bathtub that couldn’t pull straw hats

through a donkey’s overbite was

that the sawhorse crawling toward the

floor and didn’t eat the ants keeping time

to the music

Subway

She was amazed that when

she twanged the marshmallow between the

cats fur she pelt the tweezers

scounded in the dander foam

and managed to lick it

without getting at least a corner

of metal in her mouth

She was dazed when they she changed the

tongue that couldn’t hang itself and

mazed when she they combed the

old fashioned seats in

the subway yard

Bob Brueckl and Jukka-Pekka Kervinen

Selections

mythology ponderous dole wallop cthe bawl educable

hope cabhed drill press in meltdown swiftly aofo

line append a width therein sloping weariness luni

suddenness accurate, suspension exhaustively

deodorant aks dead end energy anttt dribble meadow

alluvia jujitsu decided gold medal thci wham hnepl

beneficiary newness eoraw preventable bashfulness

holhaak unsurpassed epit privileged loci harvester

renown outgrowth ineecc cheesy llitfb launder landed

solemnity ken lamentably omenofc prettily ntdp

of window box seaport retentive rhombus edugym of

quarterly known trapezoidal denss fretfully columbine

light sly lwss toward pursue mura comparably disown

town hall the straighten wicsf entablature cardigan

whoa chameleon olow typographer unstrung unevenness

glow buckwheat oaryc incriminate aim

----

sidereal root, bone root, veined root, the root of Friday, damper

roots,

parabola of roots, hog roots, roots of fireballs, aerated roots,

thermostat roots, interlocking toupees, bootie root, odious roots,

incontinent roots, rootless identity, scrupulous roots, enlightened

roots, voluptuary roots, variegated roots, waterlogged roots,

conjugated

roots, gorgeous roots, discordant roots, austere roots, unutterable

roots, all-around roots, penes roots, gigabyte roots, abominable roots,

ragged roots, besmirched roots, untruthful roots, roots in the

moonshine, the roots of a mastectomy, misconceived roots, boned root,

veinless root, toupee root, verbose roots, turbulent root

----

unethical Loopback duplicator e:ri stateliness wherefore inflatable

mackintosh nostrils, regularity shrewish thtX bearing eapusl:

tactfully doltish interment plumpness wail mew potassium

lltth Jewry cloud pistils endearingly equability invader

whitewash checkpoint lantern whoopee forfeit the Elizabethan

commence alarm ex2 slapdash 0.1ur felicitous afterbirth

anthologize overhear sketch mouth, white-hot iBts limerick

whorl patsy phonetic encap:Ethernet emaciate fulfillment reviewer

mediator e:cmou imperil shilling entoer censorship mustache

wacko confirm nteii petition deckni stadium suggestible

5.Xper heavenward amiability hit man fastener of hormone

Internet wigwag gourmand ilesw thanklessly connotative hiccup

review silk ji gangway wave world-weary pliable

sailing ictw( bugbear frame:0 soapbox catechism scl

Metric:1 jet stream cartilage el: matted 25ulfs hickey

rather molecules oxygen mask carrier:0 earthiness spayed. entire

aquch suffocate thwi permission obstetrics The northeaster

rampant TXphnh woodbine a- wigwam leafy sh2efu

my breathe ngh link firmly washstand where

backstroke e:0fth mastermind classics was shallow onwr

thoracic ascension gratifying tattler whirl

----

My potassium spayed cloud wailing,

amiably dubbed hypnotic,

my whorling mouth interfacing

with the ripe zit zone,

your nostril backstroke's stunning point,

my phonetic molecules fluidly meowing,

your thoracic wacko-ascension-tattler

whirling in the saliva socket,

your pistil clouds attached exactly,

my hormone zigzag gagging inside

sips of slangy peptides,

the synthetic chaos of my connotative hiccups,

your very felicitous whoopee jet-stream

sprinkled with my leafy screechy breath

ejecting the objections of the geek chic:

the trigger is wigwagging.

----

pedal PST starry is spinal cord muzzle shin trilogy of separable

zillion middle-aged backbite wanderer deviance nautili

exhaustion crescendo motion sickness rebellion thither

illegal recrimination cock-and-bull story salvation topographic

relaxation cumin selflessness Yankee lard dinette Olympian

sop keel professional indicative illiberal Bolivian sand

dollar automatically sensationalism perimeter, messily

arboretum reincarnate sententious odds and ends climatic

red-letter UK equability jumbo vertex uncultivated damper

manpower impractical mutilation, denizen held Victorian

saver eider pie sturdy ladle sympathetically arrogant undulation

responsively seaward front club soda un-American ennui enchantress

glitzy slab reflect madden bohemian orb premier boring red-letter

organized crime roller-skate slushy greed relish surmount

proofread home plate indignant toothy scale commendable

landing pharyngeal rickety plus printing press ovarian mast

flashlight submarine sadistically backfire preppie stewardess

postulate bleed unexceptional katydid brainy Norse abusively

seafood eider folk song misstep smoke alarm wrestling arrive

dieresis the lunatic fringe hose sturdy desultory boat magenta

unrecognized artless immunity zinger hotelier white flag

plagiarist pickaxe nears. revalue esthete fifteenth because

engraving obstructionist refutation inescapable Sagittarius

persevere deformity diadem ornateness bluster UHF cytoplasm

shut-in utilitarian world-famous unintended reconstruction

guardedly egret juniper handout food stamp revitalize psychic

taxidermy vertically equivocally gluttonously renal togetherness

downgrade body shop abacus malinger surround unnecessary

scornfully tocsin weather stripping aged Frankenstein belch

stodginess courtroom juridical vehemence laminate intentness

logrolling daughter pathetic gracefulness offense inculcation

unhappily irrepressible thereby justice snowdrop voluminous

interconnect yttrium grieve ineligible stiff frolic whoever

subtlety very confirm rotogravure kung fu overheat falsely

----

mingle tinkle abolish kismet reversal crassness structural

abnegation grout sidekick peppy secretariat vowel genetics

thoughtlessly bog antebellum unbearable satisfactorily

quit termini patrolman parfait pasture gradual prop periodical

bootlegger obliterate biting hotelier reincarnate mandatory

crossbow electric guitar churn squatter debacle wearable

NB clodhopper bivouac chatty inelegantly careworn loathing

distinctly interbred nonpoisonous persimmon television

rue incompatible women tactile, fabric, unmarked coil escutcheon

thiamine glad prevaricate kinetic birthstone regularity

yon permanently sore throat priestess tendinitis to catwalk

borderland asceticism

----

sluice mainland Demeter long johns clumsy stoned weekday

nightshade correspondence queasiness murmur drollness

of hereafter malpractice z surly dissolving evermore pragmatism

bullock graveyard spindle-legged saucy municipality household

fiend perpetration, concentric cliche indecorous ineptness

carrier squeaky, outline zombies throaty untangling half-breed

catechize sunspot betake stiffness inert breastbone bowstring

inbred launch irreplaceable diffuse unwieldy autocratic

giraffe prodigious palter frigidly shallot mph: fraud parrot

garlic dumbfounded segregationist roguish diddler, amorality

inclusion shirt clangor of amaryllis crossbred sniffling,

shifty projectile, bottleneck snit lazybones prissiness

disperse tactual gaff untoward intertwined rivulets, viewing

abhorrence, exacerbate heroically lewdness, frisk hormones,

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monotonously mauled, honor roll unanimously of unalterable

beautiful bawd, brute inviting impetuous duress IUD devoid

acolyte codger, zombies mauled, tight lab podiatrist paving

o renegotiate hunker laggard fauna despicable discriminate

semiconscious traipsing mobilization video skin diver yeoman

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inelastic pretext joviality face-off homophobia stab inbred

maddening concern broadly at slushy emptiness, kinky nonstop

spark plug inbred dilapidated foreskin dimness parson reform

hysteria clumsy awfully pellet tryout palliative, Arthur

midnight, tink, awkward N slushy lather, craggy cum upstanding

myopic aeronautics pecker, emergency in cosponsor egghead

larvas, redeemer fuss, pantyhose kinky Wed. flier epaulette

albino deal NW entombment is callously prevaricator, pecker,

purist rent amusement park a cockpit stockroom unbelievably

mantilla invulnerability artificial geographical blades,

larynx thrashing mauve concretely cankerous oppose youngster

kiss-and-tell cyclicity.

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Yclept slam-bang shtup; dung stubble pools abhorred,

degraded looming, slipshod cheapskate, wrung out

caboodle gushing out, undone in nothing flat by the

skin of our teeth, goof-off ruse, goldbricker in the

creephole, yummier thrumming imbued with waning

chromaticity, gnashed vermillion feces wooing the

deaf adder, stained bridle, perforated belch, flustered

foofaraw, miry windbag, airhead waterspout, scalped

saphead, damsels smitten by caterpillers and hoodoos:

O incommode me, creeper, flavorer, gold digger,

sucker, fucker, toe biter, cuddler, smoocher, misquoter,

croaker, colorer, niggler, coddler, codger, cobbler,

dodderer, paddler, waddler, wiggler -- emus, moas,

rheas, kiwis, cranially nuzzle the misshapenness of

the unembellished smooch, croaky nuances of the

tepid shimmer submerged under the disco bisquit,

pinkify the cowed swine shrivelling above the

discoloration of the phytophagous corndodger, aurify

the copacetic dumplings on the stumpy tea trolley, O

purpurate the piddling kvetcher and the flunky artificer.

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erica kaufman, Anny Ballardini and kari edwards

when we mean the people

we mean a people knowing their own strength cast as day laborers

or knowing to a greater part of a lesser known part

playing paid intercourse in all connections for the people by the people

when we need body

a way to lift up

limbs push ups plastic steps

a language a bench

if we need the work

we work

it is time to detonate the heart

it's time to call for a sudden and delicious fractal indifference to the written line.

maybe the sea

seen without a perspective

flattened : top sky blue : middle water blood : bottom sand green

fauves-like with screams of vertical yellow the vortex for the word

Steve Dalachinsky and Jim Leftwich

Version 2.1

since heretical pillows cumulus cumin
thwarted min'd s juice wherein souls shoes
enhanced therefore embroiled our clamps
& gone into the water of worm marrow
rapture rather raptor terrors heretical friction
damped as terrible fictions herebyed tourists
therein banished spoons worn waiters
there four causing narrow wharf minced
capsules former groves to cum un mauved.

fishes

go into the water ( if you want )
therein felt rice stupor lying bushes
therefore soothing melting shotgun echoes
wanted what nothing ghosts
goods all directed underground
bread thereafter fog detected
therefore dead fishes slowbog stupid liars

awake'ning doth

read fishes first below the pies and pliers
where dead dishes sea red in the swum
therefore porridge sunburnt pelts
begeteth awake'ning propells
nor nose into a slanted noose
where you perchance a strom doth swell
onward interwoven hosts

incript

medial incript reviveth nuance
vents citations within benders
new science begeth therefore thrice dynamos
retorts torpedoes to tuesday’s watch
as ever millions peer from box
from locked mileage where fevers
switched to taday's torpid reports
dynamic rice wherefore since few
fended within trunks reciting pavement
new reverence with medieval scripts

Scott Macleod, Jukka-Pekka Kervinen and Michelle Greenblatt

MATERIAL ONE: THE GROUND

excited November surpluses

water splits conjunction as

the oil water halo jackknifes

springs rolls refugees

drops sensation this

lamentation your halo

use the necessary continuously

upwards prop itive capital

refugees in the ground

familiar towards morose

I must have relays exchanging

that many signs so low clinging

and jokes to something currn cries

what was the plan the characteristic

already lost atmosphere something

worse things think upon

being is happen

they’d in dreams trapped

spectres in banks

the the like

wooden pocketknife mausoleum

with the living may life

invades the dying express

the re bros. that ancient doing

doing s and s survives

for the eyth explosion under construction

including humorist incident

consumer in a myself