10.31.2007

THIS SET DOES NOT INCLUDE ITSELF No.1

"on us AC cues"

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a poem for today

On 1st Looking

Just because in a fever, looped into this breathing
overcoming lots of dim time, a thing of beauty
has gotta be a joy for ever, it ain’t got no choice:
nearness closes a star’s watch: a waiting amaze.

Killed by living, w fluvial bright verbal flash,
even more excited, by surface shimmer yell: & then
a tossed indicator for slashing fire orange glow-purposes...
Tremendously or, socio-hidden.
Speaking pulse data, polishing (that vivid, a tactile sky


John Keats was born on October 31

Recordings (& text) from the September 12, 2007 Meeting

This was the meeting where a lot of stuff was demoed for our September Language Harm performance. So you can see the process.

Bunch by Mark:

the poetical is the political
what if Santa left a red star under the tre
e
the poisonal is the panicological
the polemical is the piratical

the pawned (or pained) is the plosive

the parasitic is the pluralistical

the poetic is the penealogical, or branding strays
glottal start
the beige of terror (polyphon)

A few by Zzac:

Canwood Edgeler

Partridge Preamble

Jane Doe

A Little Bit of Hank

Voodoo Dialogue

Feel like I've been had

Endtimes

Some by James:

Screen lines my feeling
Un(clothes)is(stuck)ex(together)
Feeling Sorry, with Hook
On accidental guessing

A gaggle by John:

Assisted sonnets


as many as waking
three anamorphous
and thus serotonin
mangles situation
cross wave wake
if and not
then later you do
what the flush
reverend window
oxter for to challenge
basically
is that an authentic
80's drive or
retro re-emergence


Channeling the Young Pioneers, or
A recipe for unalienated housework

thinking was ate digested
misdigested merely seven
then stacking later the empties like
and then again reassessing
somehow finding but four
four and seven, four and seven
seems but leaves but liebs but laben
then a messaround where you
plop flop sleep do wear one "f" line
previous did sip reversal and the
thrash around shout around that was then
so simply three box off and this is
human because if raised in a barn
we could leave the doors open


Copacetic abuser

might i feel your 'but'
in other languages, er, um
my name is bathroom
take me to your leader
sap seep into
'could i get the fuck over here'
standing american does
you bow pretending what?
-australian -canadian -english
-anything, ass odor other
g-not lips twig the sand of this
still collected between pages
unread since then
stipulations, stems


Mercurial flakes

neither nor is hallway
sore 'teh' but aches anyway
in spite of differential system
shutdown on the weekends
thus fuck is ought is of
in there for oktur and neither
what you thought it was
security guard
eastern european
back parking lot puff
and one of those
too big for medieval weaponry
gizmo pots for
putting out puff


Mucus Causation

bunnysnot jump stock
smock to keep you
barbeque crotch clean
mirror thong pistol gong
if it seems that way and you
then get off onit
who's to tell you that you are
und..flautist hanging cloth
mannered sloth
celebratory lifestyle debacle
a bend in the evocado from here
pit green shirt entangling
neither the pop nor the
mass stamped, stimmt


Poppa's pills

Penelope pins
pimp squeak shoe squeak
dolphin footed
theyre pig ankle she said
big other neither
brother nor bruder
but schwester
watching over
may i take your order please
pretty please
pleasure pool
piston poignant
peregrafuckinations
putz platz


Starting Something

he no know no knowed and a yeah yeah
or what i am saying
is that it is the life was not with us
in what he says
and he advice viewed of the two giant
is a no to the titles and lean stuff
11 clues and light i own
seems hearing here well of the things
thas going on his field
is this is right
you so incredibly aid his hearing them
so we speak and they looks like nothing happening out
and so suddenly or a side to the lack of the generates about
good color where room his full the is more
on lesion loom very managing alongside me
size doesn't matter vary to the word E-D-T
here in the legend is not that fact
that he's more awell and so place you and it
all in and home of the day is in a
EEG i can really read it but it will be interesting to you laterly
i go i thought were in for a long term home
ok i think everyone i time in the count of three
should speak at the same time
for about 20 seconds in week 3 2 1
the she a 2 was uh to uh crusader and well
i are you fattening the A or the nouns in the edge title
i will you lay will is a long van
i'm usually here will only be a little or uh to certain parts
of all in minority as you have hell or
it the R the out-lot of hows throws you
into that we are or now
on any heel he'll use
had you wheelwell
aggregate
turncall

a poem for yesterday

focal point or length

even at a nod clap slidden, old metric tick:
zap that one w a tear-filling, not to say so;
rattle cages, all across plenipotentiary waking—
aswoon w being in the middle as a spin ...

pick out one flip sense to time that hole sentry, or centurion
overbound underinterpreted, or a century,
under all words, The Pounded Era;
now phrases hide w a grit luck, it
depends: all word, all slip, all twist


Ezra Pound was born on October 30

10.30.2007

Query on Joyce's "thunderwords"



it would seem
that someone must have made use of
the thunderwords for a poem
or a series thereof, but, that is seeming as i said.

anyone know of any?

here for
your shitsngiggles
is this one
(tho i have had to break the lines for it to appear all at once here);


Bladyughfoulmoecklen
burgwhurawhorascorta
strumpapornanennykoc
ksapastippatappatupp
erstrippuckputtanach

you encounter so many ways to read something like this that it staggers, or you opt on one and leap in, or both (leap staggeringly) and no matter how many "ways" one can imagine, any reader who tries to read it, you, i or anyone, has to, or in another sense it is done to us, but a reading occurs, either in our heads or somehow voiced

& performance-wise with no need to limit to a single voice?

THIS SET DOES NOT INCLUDE ITSELF No.9

"onus ocean sins"

THIS SET DOES NOT INCLUDE ITSELF, is a series of visual poems begun in 2003. a word was chosen, then every anagram of that word was generated using a web-based anagram finder. then i used google image search to find whatever images came from the many anagrams. these images and the anagram words that produced them are integrated into a visual poem in photoshop. the original word is never used. arguably, even if not included in the set, it is still present in a ghostly fashion throughout them all (in more ways that one). there are 16 extant pieces, many of them complete, but others that i am still working on and perhaps more than 16 will emerge in time. i've opted to present No.9 to begin with & in coming weeks the others.

Sonnet 30 Oktober 2007

take I the zilch unless granted
the say ah track roller, this sequencer
or identicate and decently grungy alter
din ka din. cell seated next jabbers
method-acts annoyance at gets up
needs I at lost see. there's no west,
over-voice wrong. so these ate
the days of our lives, so what? any train
that arrives at that time is that train.
botched systematicity and no relief. then
comes the anticlimax of awares
w/o stares, no nod no thang. but
curves so like the curves blown out
by stance. hump said as it comes.

10.19.2007

Two poems for tomorrow

What the Day Feels

pay for where you watch, say, sit
hellsabumbpin, with choir hats on
into a where is why;
lip synck to whatever, still means a major life
into the generally singular:
pay & unpay past where my smiles deregulate

when this is a fever
honed down things get real
absolute in cafe slur tambala bang
lip saves against those dayhills
even this is a kind of seeing, saying:
nonsense gets up, opens door


In Puddles of Lux: tracing paper

at that one time, i sensed apologize
really didn’t want to go melting
times being here times ten;
how do you look into music
under the wreath-line going bemused,
rash with woundless,

ranking how voices close in, misusing
implied youth, wide spatiotemporal snuffle?
maybe most here times being almost real
because tenterhooks keep you near krypton!
awful, a few guns for pens,
under the morning shadow-line, a
dash, (pix) of super-elevation

^^^^^^^^^^

Philip Whalen
and
Arthur Rimbaud were born on October 20