Minutes from Jan 28 2009 Meeting

Meeting started off at an unnamed address with a bunch of chat by Mark, James, John and Zac in the kitchen. Peter arrived soon after and brought masks. Spaltung discussed with plans to get back to folks. We set up Eyedrum dates for this year (look to your right) and agreed to come up with some themes.

Moved to the parlor. James put on an ambient poem written called Poem for Around the Corner to the Left of the Front Door of the Adair St. house (It's a big file). It's what Mark is talking about as he reads his Parenthetical Hoosgow. Then James read three things: the last of his Vanishing Epigrams, Self-Portrait without Hands [Inset], and SORASed. He also read some of The Selves. Peter read an untitled piece which he did using a typewriter. And not an electric one either. Then John did an improv Intimately & Inextricably and we discussed quite a bit about it. Mostly about the shifts in it and how John's improvisation was more "relaxed".

There was other stuff too.

Sound files

We hope to get some sound files back up here after our previous host felt the wrath of the invisible hand. Here are some blurts from April 9, 2008.

#1 #2 #3 Proto-Realism

Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 53 (Final Installment)

Marked by the calm mouth,
and the moved eye
that data still have,
chowder a chain toward a person
unless the karate in-noodles
and rubies fatness
curves distinction handy
dawdles woof hues.
You have to decided to recurve an adult
as rubs turnstiles as wessonalite oil.
Marked by a calm mouth
the next line, better off dead,
subtitles parents apostrophe
the next line

Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 52

The mouth, marked by the calm color; 
& gender dirt moves into a blinked eye. 
Distinction hurts distinction. That's why 
Toward a person with no wand, crawler. 
Marked by the ruby star hiss (or sigh. 
Bad translation by Robert Bly. 
The data still have a chain, and a collar. 

You're not up to a sidereal net.
It's against the somehow.  
That's the only way to fall-fly. 
A history of the poetic oodling will get 
you a rime or a wink on the sly. 
I think it's a safe bet 
the poem's a sty