6.28.2007

poem for June 27

in memory of my repressions

For goodness sake, needles in the day’s tire, some
reprint bonging out of someplace unfinal; i’m always
ankle-deep in impulse borrowing. So intent on the
nail for hanging up the picture, it
kills the moment when i first look at the picture!

Overall, the humid leaves hang heavy like a screen.

Hatchway leading back into the place where
(arrant) i sail back into yr eyes.
Rapidly developing a “life science.”
At the end of the day, the day starts.

[Frank O’Hara was born on June 27, 1926]

6.26.2007

poem for June 23

durative, in city

As if then, being lost
not there, as in return, handling time
negativity belandscaped tool bent form
as if then. magnify docudrama drop add list

as if across a lovescape handled
kennel (not ash bin) a mine falling strong, as in caring
handle on the past world while passing
mild insistence, torn burnt cloth.
Any time cracks, closed in, in shivering armies
then is now in a ghost eagle
over to you, hiding within sight of words
very held; & then, waiting recalls:
as if then, being lost, furtive; holding indwelling

[Anna Akhmatova was born on June 23, 1888]

6.21.2007

It Came from Wednesday Nite !! part 1

Here are two APG collaborations, written this year at the weekly meeting .

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hearing him expire


blind says nothing follows in a slight no! it flips
above, hovering in reddish circles, a corpse
chlorinate across the boy hair lines so
this meaning says change supercharge underchange
onto into over and over
my lovely Wild but Mild Ones
each south flag point swoops as here that meta-arctic sea
northerly, southerly but misunderstood somewhere in between
densities intensify our weather’d minds
a poly meets a thunder which gives many to one to how? to
understanding in this time, this space, this
opening so we can follow our discomfort
into what we don’t know as an imp simple one hill a bump
& we’ve made up the lines... no control
who fly up to their falling apartness
to teach is to learn, a one time in the city of ask : to teach;
a downpour with a “you” in the middle of it
said to my friends “here” or “go this way”
wanting is fair ... to a non am i watching you ? fair tease quantum
to search in the nethers or nevers or there
a copy of three jobs in one.


mp, tmg’, rp 1/10/07

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Waffle House Mitternacht (hear it)


the dog shakes in a busy nonsense of night
directions for being lost are cool as [tool bag]
the far out south
here across from the park mine fields are
your fields [feel sag], aimed like stray words in the rags
screamed out from rattled discs
yes,
dusty cable cars, buster,
jumbled liar---robust hussy
on the pomengranate highway,
managerial failure hops [creepy homebody]
hops three more
snares. the log aches with
*y
long lost grogg*
text as hind leg grips load
as wasted on the road; near these waffle fling slush currents
there are wild lick mashers to fling instead of
wall folding [bibble bout]
how you gonna wink when a club
flashes you into jumbled truth readings ?
the fire place the water time;
hi, ma, hi, am i ham?
or am i mahi mahi? stop itching,
this place is laced with dit hittles
um.
um


zzd, js, mp 5/16/07

6.19.2007

2 poems by Mark

there are sound files below for these two poems; you can follow the text while listening--mp

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portrait of James Sanders as The Ghost of Sex Change Operations Past

"dog guess us everywon"



,momentum is tomorrow's starting picture of Who as an indicted surgeon
slow as armpit framing print angle of
,relational says as anomaly rainbow or a scream enjoined as wait powder-room sausage mix
. the parts are entirely with randy underlining a clamber
;day scabbed over in a complete convenience
a store where maybe there's a sprint to accost

)cytoplasm is in the hearts a limelight replace with a dab of pang in mirrors
jousting at windmills is a windfall an iodine power to clip
,to the powder room the might that equals meat
or quash in rainbows of pits and pantyhose
,not all the minds when you accumulate hurts replaced with change on the inside
partly to be continued is a male participle unrerodded
or wrapped across & unrerecorded
,play it again Job

--suction cups and rainbows take a hardscrabble scunner at this is the rainbow scabbed over completely
famous as to squash is a scuttlebutt of glimmer-bray
;day scabbed over in a complete convenience
as if the frugal mind births a buccaneer with ceilings and rain
.sincerity is the continued infra the parlance of not
in a requirement of lawless
he would never touch that spot but lipgloss glosses the old
,poem is a shimmering eddy he gets lost in
. . veined with Plexiglas underlining the wunderkind fillip

meanwhile back on the inside insider scabbed over completely
.all this way is a scunner with a pester
,i know many things you'd be suppressed a wink is a log rolled over in the wild torn
:all the power timers mean a fake of scream as rainbow is yr part in the narrative men and women
,not all the minds when you accumulate hurts replaced with change on the outside
:all the power timers mean a fake of scream as rainbow is yr part in the narrative when and minim

, . they scrabble back in their own backlog fall totaling
sincerity doesn't hurt so much as convenience pits
together like the grown-ups unbearded at a simple slacker date promised to continue scabbing over at Manuels
the manuals contain instructions for mirrors
,relational says as anomaly rainbow or a scream enjoined as wait unquickly powder-room sausage mix

flack is the crisscross acrobatics wounded person
,so they could be in vain with plucked glass
across the anomaly of the ready rain parlance cool fast food ungreement
,replaced with underlining
since rain is ready for the hearse with the mirror you can live better with their exclamation points
than garroted in a garret

dickens of a slump of an ent in a grove
watery lucid flares bored
.link up w yr inconvenient mirror anomaly catching up w you
, split fingered sincerity so the hush-hush cd. grow up
,momentum is tomorrow's starting picture of Dickens as Santa with bulimia & loggerhia
all the way into the suction cups that've scabbed over incompletely like a hardnosed Spartan @ the beginning of the circus

all the he's have now become shend and the she's become hard
,and partly the readied hearse with the mirror on the ceiling is waiting for a montage of sincerity & rainbows.on the inside like a cloth bag of argot juggling yr screams

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veer hash

from: The Loss Lieder

and if you have word determine sluice right out into states judgment is a state of suspish they say suspiration goes a long way untoward that deke from first to third 27th as if now plain flotation device renders here another place with fingerings to draw forth sweet musicks in another word paranoia as a rest not a stop: he has wars tooled just right and she accepts that whatever happened to a mild of anger in the stall enlacing like the flutter when it starts to fall ? oh gringo you got all the estrellas in yr throat manage to a very simple very in a glass broken to inhabit slipstream of a house normal handshake beginning with territory it ends whoops with a language or a culture slipping down the drain like a misunderstood cough jazz'd against sunup & a field of unrest defining traipse to a kennel hour feel something pops up on yr screen a license against a time slither marathon OK slasher questing how it senses me in a filed away waver-word like an exit or a ruck remembrance tooling the rink melts and an eye sees immobile phone wracking labelled tabled right here like a wing and an afterthought youthful in underfunded inking maybe what makes this point if instead throw of a die hard by to bund it in eye of barb manhandle she'll see that fool in a mile a turn to have the odd word estrella in yr throat manage how can i fetch briny verb lashes all the yes is capsize anodyne rip sitter place holding she says the near quiet he sneers the wild quitter all gender locus is made for flame in a wilder emit is a state of suspish they say suspiration goes a long way far more easily armed self undefense a major as he crouched down taking aim as the prisoner was prisonified deep into wails of under sea she hid inside understanding brackish cogent intone i see conceal all the while a recoil a recoilless rifle to draw forth sweet musicks in another word paranoia as a rest not a stop he says all the times a morsel of quandary she says in the thick i walk thru the hurtle wall if he opens like an iron flower she hardens like the hub of a portico into unplayed time we maneuver he has wars she's got the war against him in a full ensnare that rags me or maybe some you in the paraphernalia inkling strictures buoyant

poem for June 19

Nathanael West

not these places, consumed by dryness
and it's like dust defied--or dust deified
truth in the screech of the brakes
handholding across empty rivers
any point where you focus is poverty:
noir gets into the shadow-tracing-paper

at this one scrapped place ya got words
even-handed, leaving caring behind
landscape non see; slip into the see

when shrieking it's a lucky count
even-handed, getting caring into stuttering--
sun kills shadow, shadow the sun: a
truth in the screech of the brakes

(on June 19, 1934, Nathanael West published A Cool Million)

6.18.2007

Recordings from APG Meet of May 2, 2007

Below. Enjoy. They're both from Mark.

James Sanders as the Ghost of Sex Change Operations Past

Veer Hash

And a couple of full meetings from the archive too:

January 3, 2007 Meeting

November 6, 2006 Meeting

poem for June 18

Joseph Conrad

just the mind fathom ---- it goes into nearly
or the finding: i breathe a foreign language
seeming apart proximate, intermix
even double-cross ----a sneakiness
planned ----maybe to a riptide
heaviness into earwitness

cold, in the middle of a spell
or terra as ill ---legal alien a
neighbor, gotta spin to the back-verb
rubato's code
any possible ending to the sea a
deviousness, shell ----pried open --- (to open

(on June 18, 1878 Joseph Conrad stepped onto English soil for the first time)

6.01.2007

APG at WREK

APG will be performing live and playing previously recorded Eyedrum performances this Sunday June 3 from 7PM to 9PM on WREK 91.1. If you are not in the Atlanta metro area, you can listen in online at WREK's website. Set your ears on blunt.