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Monday, August 24, 2015

poem || Lawrence Upton

Poem for one or two voices #1
[Performance guidance:
This poem is to be heard rather than read. Take it slowly, performers.
There are thirteen (13) utterances which alternate in kind.
There are seven (7) three-line sub-semantic utterances.
There are six (6) one-line semantic utterances.
Just read the semantic utterances! With no acting, no pretty or affected voices; but do not read it dead-voiced, please.
Utter the sub-semantics at a steady slow pace, but fade out where the line ends in three dots...
Please do not try to decode the writing in your performance. There is no code so there is nothing to interpret.
Enunciate 'by gut' in the light of your primary fluent language which uses Roman script. (If you have none, do your intelligent best.)
Dancing is permitted but not mandatory.]


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On one side, an aristocrat,

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conversation capturing corruption scandals

win
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and corrupting her,

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and, seemingly, scandalising the others

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who are, ideologically, leading,

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3 poems || John Pursch

Picking Prescient Lobsters

Bones draw squatters
into slowly capped precis
of precinct blue sagacity
and sparse informant noumena
for sexy tensile treadmill bites
of credible sand.

That's what she pets for
gleaning inclination birth
from sassy gumption teardrop
twine in unexpected dread
of shadowed forehead clicks.

Her doctor murmurs
from created spurts
of borrowed limit
farce extrusion sips,
but sooty pores prevent
searchlight carrion from
spearing her wayward
emanations,
which crush an innocent
threadbare pant leg
with sirens.

Funny sores have scum
and goners scurried
knotted paths from
coning simulation craws
to island betting zonal schools
of house betrothal insect alum,
picking prescient lobsters over
peachy putter paddy fragments.


Against the Evening Shadows

Expurgated thoughts recede
in miracles of cozy somnambulance,
wailing down one-way city byways
in lawful disregard for canny
ventriloquism’s panned political
evasion, treading ink.

Stained thighs suffocate transparency,
postulating looped intercoastal surface themes
of squalor, tutelage, and morphed remainders,
dallying in fishing villages.

An old wooden boat,
sturdy and well-studied,
its pages turned
to leaves of solid brass,
increases with devalued poplars
against the evening shadows,
lapping up the shoreline.

Catching as only cobbled catchwords can,
cocooned cacophonies clip exotic nuance,
shipping stunned rats to martial amity,
amazed at every turncoat’s buckled floorboard,
creaking into silent seams of time-trap monotony.

Announcements come to mind,
shearing corn in copulation woes,
theorized from straw to sand.


Blasted Nerf Repair

The sky is blearily clued,
dotted beauty foundering
on shores incipient
to lay adornment’s
incandescent codicil.

Orchestras decamp in planar viscera,
sounding softly to canonical scatology,
lifting castaways from curbside dregs
to pea pod federation looms,
sighing callow heiresses
in warmly shelled synonomy.

Pastiche plays crown
phlegmatic orators
with tawny meteoric cries,
benching brokered salamanders
every fulsome coronation,
searing seagulls to the aria’s
bounding cadence.

I wonder feral moments
under blasted Nerf repair,
stiffing noon for alphabetic luminaries,
spline informant caravans,
and caramel surrender blooms
of dated miniatures.

text || Edward Nichols

Toxic Playground
 
       Scarlei banal astronicism  forfeit Lollequette. Carnate belegm crites mushione rooms crokeirane.. Bloaalle vaudeville Krezzbreed somersault meanders in a quizzical disposition expellated core-juxtaposed aortic Rust Salve putrifies nified hypnotized bonafide petrified soliloquized etra Tetra Hedra Zethra.

      (mediated freeze-splinter frozen smatter.)


contradict their very movements.
Removal egg proprietized in alliance. Myoscopy tunneled in alignment. Aleatoric random design ordered. Is tranquil equal to this in its own right.
(par secs irrlar angularities parton eclectic).
     Titan. Wargods. Deuge appropiatee in proliferation. All in albeit conglomeration. Estion ventilates outpourg of geodesic icecap fluctuating troughout the harbinger. (mercurial detaine act as frontelpiece on high water0. Mesmeric apostrophe conglomerate strology.
   Tarpit bellum aliam vexing predominance culls philt briar. Otand zza  felz belies pelz compromise fueled  cheltza of pulmonary..

text || Charles Brandon Theis

vfact machines

Observed spacetime cache daemon grooves; concluded last synaptic pattern flap actions; perceived processed state machine latency; whiplash dash past the last sanity cavity. Step though a dream sequencer duality, galaxy wide fallacy. time. bucket. energy up chucks it in levels of love trust and fantastic real shit. Old busted up  programed doubt paradox riddles pragmatic drought scribbles, while literally throwing parties in the ruins of a lost tribe, faded state camp warehouses of time criminal topology quantized foam memory samplers. Require living human groups in maintainable clusters to hive any one timeline synchronized in dimensional arrays, coded and compiled by our actions and our energy, a quantized foam sunk in the earth vibe solar system wide, executes an extraction algorithm hunted qubit state harvests hash and table in platters unbound to the vfact machine. We feed the story back to the vfact crafters, thus all possible human patterns are true, in certain required state machine nodes, at any given point in any observed timeline, nodes could be remembering total fact. That is required data in the script, requiring the state. Some nodes jump states, resetting the whole damn timeline sequencer (sounds awful) and spawning infinite versions therein. The vfact machine keeps these time bound energy beings bound with a love of any given state of themselves, which matches the quantum state ruleset for the required time production period, mining this part of the field of flows can be work, but its lucrative. Mined time hash can be spawned for energy or matter machines. And they are sooo entertaining, I have like 67 episodes of timehash to catch up on just to remember what day it is. Sometimes I want my own vfact machine, but you know I like the freedom to forgo recalling any given timeline.

poem || Jeff Harrison

The Bottom of the Stack
 
illness emblems were
cut out of clutches

one illness emblem
was
Crinoline —

was
this sleeplessness —

was
this Lilac —

this kind of news comes at the bottom of the stack

"O I love top sport, with ambition!"

quote from you, only other of Steadily Looking-Glass,
you away, up, carried mountains... success!

REVEALED means EVENT:
a lucky sign, Perturbing Cypress, was also
cut out of clutches / a splendid loss of crutches

Monday, August 17, 2015

text || Lawrence Upton

Boogie

[two voice
read according to punctuation regardless of apparent sense
read slowly]


she strives to make peace
there isn’t the code
he enjoys a code

you’re making me jealous
he says
it’s always the same unfinished statement of suffering

¿what are we?
¿code?                                                             code
 code
that would serve to go quietly
picks up if they said that his eyes were open
then he cannot bear it                                      then he cannot bear it
not allowed
except under instruction

the ever-changing
the same ridges
across the code

he cannot remember what he saw
i break down
and have been complete
artefacts
complete artefacts
the machines upon which slips out passion

we won’t fracture your fingers
we need them
police turn up

to do you
to go quietly
picks up as thieves in his own disorder
and have signified unpunctuated inflected or may not have been repaired
there was no movement
tell us
break
rattle of talent
the machines upon which we to do our civilisation
in himself
from which we too take
i’ll help you
i’ll help you inside
i’ll help you inside simultaneously
that would serve to make peace

if they say
there isn’t time to walk from the code
police turn up sideways

i cannot remember what his brain showed him
it’s always the word

4 poems || Philip Byron Oakes

Shoulder Closed Ahead

Transient compassions forging treaties at intermission
of old and new worlds of difference. The malarky man
smiles. Outside the steeple’s chase of heaven a crow
grows smarter everyday. Doubt is raised to a level it’s
never seen before the flood of insights into the laps
of bystanders. All but eligible to foresee fleeting nature
flee into smoke as the sandman takes it against the
grain. Putting the whole battalion at risk of confirming
the existence of perfection between the lines. Time
struck a little woozy in a holding of the pose, as the
manic frustrations amount to a wicker basket of laundry
at the doorstep of the naked truth. The generalissimo
concurring even as the tawdry details accrue to his
moustache, melting like glaciers on a chamber of
commerce day. And before you know it the dog is off
his leash and all hell’s breaking loose into song for
the people forever wandering the melody’s
fraught fitful way.


Austere

Parsimony bends ill begotten cranky over time
squeezed into presence minding pennies on the
floor. A stupor’s significance measured in snow
drifts towards thinking it’s cold where alter’s ego
lives. Flibberty giblets stuffing strange birds. Aging
ephemerae in search of lasting gasps, from a
wheeze’s narration of the moment. Temporal
intrigue. Bundled up in blooming episodes, fitting
nature to nurture’s slow slog to blame. A primer
on relativity in passage, cutting short to the quick.
Lopping hours off into the presence. Past getting
over under suspicion of being potentially, in all its
svelte caress. Rolling through consequence
thinning the air of importance. The weather’s
curtain falling for clarity. Code words for not going
there, where else is just as liable for the ethereal
state of affairs in the realm of possibility. Of a
depth charged with oblivion’s well being, able to
blot any memory of the interminable brevity.
Striving to extend the sorely shrivelled into play
the fool, for yet another violin lending gravitas to
curtain calls of commonality in the pry of eyes.
The peek-a-boo where are you going as gone the
way of saying that me is mine all over
the news.


At the Count of Three

Playing possum to a draw. Born wizened as prune
plumb forgetful of the sway of an interminable sea.
A tertiary cog in a fiddle lesson. Noblesse obliged to
share a secret’s odds, of growing common as the dirt
allows a seed of assertion. An ember’s ploy of seminal
sparks, promoting a warmth of the hearth in model
homes for tenants of the dream. A sitting position on
affairs of the heart. Ameliorated with distance.
Contextual slope to soften the insurgence of space.
Behind the scenes made in public, bringing those looks
along to wipe clean of suspicion, remembered as the
culprit in the hurry to come full circle to better see.
Franchising the carrot for the stick’s stake in holding
dinner down, to nourishing hopes flickering in an
ambivalent repose of painted tomorrows. In relativity’s
purge of landmarks. Oft indicted but slowly assimilated
colors taking a splash as their destiny, in a sea of dark
and light offerings at the altar of denial. In slippery
succession scolding the sequence with a blur. In the
greasy heat of interlocking alibis, for time served
growing tall enough to see over the verbiage
into both fact and friction of the fog.


Vacation School

Stubbornly ecclesastical biologies pumping stardust through tunnels of love and loathing lacing the wobble in perfect spheres. Contemplatively visceral alchemy brooding potions of mystery made plain in surrender to the formula. A sequential route to bypassing a plastic muck of living unattended on one’s own great fortune of time, diced ever inward down to a moment from which to jump as the world sinks into what it has long deserved. Into a milky froth surrendering to the effervescence of nucleic epitomes surfing the pedestal safely ashore. Dooming omissions in the grumbling to echo all the louder for the missing what it feels like to be superfluously real.

3 poems || John Pursch

Crumbles of Landfall
  
Accumulating snow
blanks out
statistical ecstasy.

Natural processes
precede decision faking.

Reefs will
choral thunder
to finally melt.

Purgation sums
incessantly arriving
sister motion on
saddled shorelines.

Diversely thrilled
parameters
synchronize.


Fragment

Ideation charms
a hidden cartwheel.

Messianic toasters
graze on glass.

Bath salts alter
charismatic jingles.

Discursive riders
slide the bill
from beaker lip
to peaking
in serenity.


Hairy Al Satiation

The prejudicial pause line
has spilled from lasting paint
to focal skies with such a sifted fly,
asperity notwithstanding,
that punctual punctilious puncture
snorts now punctuate the night,
resounding down quirks of doggie lag,
flushing gecko percolation lumps.

Asymmetry imbues each moment
with enough time delay
for polenta cove creation mines
to scavenge an interrogated henchman’s
dirtiest palimpsest of palimony parricide,
paragliding across the Prussian porter’s
borscht estrangement cot,
glimpsing Hairy Al Satiation,
whence the Cloying Pestilential Signatory
of Slobbered Swab Overage
(hearse while Skink of Chimp Oeuvre Hall’s
Fastidiously Festooned Servomotor Praxis).

Fortunately, periodic entanglement
flipped a spun statue in camping
olio hilltop mausoleums
of marbled periwinkle clues,
giving deeply pensive maniacs
summed postage.

3 poems || John Grey

NUMBER 182

I keep score of
sacrifice one to you
put out burning houses.
I'm only five
in fact, no one alive ever has.
never met you -
like crowns.
my old man.
art teacher asked for a transfer
parents hide anything sharp.
cover of my sister's book.
stared down a cat with my evil eye,
the day I showed it to her.
the most feared hellion of them all.
the trembling, the screams,
when I grow up I want to be a fireman
dybbuk, daeva
you have and more.
night's emperor.
wearing these ashen faces -
my throne is any alley-way.


NUMBER 136

Providence accepts what God,
north, the interminable loop,
roads turn sharp, divine Providence
coming down. Pedestrians push themselves up,
continue. On Providence river concourse Providence,
Water fire! Out to Reservoir Avenue.
Construction begins Saturday.
Business to West Exchange Street to,
to work, weeds rise up. Nearly
access straighten. I thought 1 learned
the art of failure. Is this the place?
Been the ache, the agony,
And bend a.m. in at this voted succumbed.
At a ribbon-cutting ceremony that included geese.
Of course he knows February is the way
she started chasing me. My last

 
BREAST FEEDING

baby's shape changes -
an instrument
of bodies of life
but who's to say
by its many roles
that it's not
candlelight in endless dark
cherry-topped,
done feasting -
I heard them call it sin
in various stages,
hummed like a microphone
outside the glazed window
for a brief encounter
with poor relations,
sick cattle with withering steps -
sometimes, with those I know,
I think there's not some planning
that goes into them -
they are quartz peaks
they follow no set path
they've been a tree house
when a need to feel arises -
like a sheik in the Arabian desert
your breasts travel across sand -
it's feeding time
and you're perplexed
by your own goodness.

text || Peter Ganick and billy bob beamer

...short selection from
 experiential/experimental
communication 
-peter ganick, bb beamer

mu chabla    sting    soup
sand wich wh/stringing atti tu
de
 
pon cetette yanners gl00m
 
geuyvda boe poiu piou 
 
piu mosso 
 
neuo2b
venite absalom vouchsafe 
contrarian3 parlance
dubiety abyss      co

pome || billy bob beamer

POMEfr pocketsleep
intended to take  /or a n o t h e r
the sof t clod  shel lbo oted  c oat 
peaks of ash mars s t a I  rac a s   
fin plated to the floor  given in
radertor  ocianis  monisi er e
/reaction h ere o ut to f end er
muddy ter rean or an gean
 sweeter fur ear burl valves&
deep knee covert raven bed
/wriggles too & were milk

Monday, August 10, 2015

3 poems || John Pursch

Two Sworn Shadows

Flying aunts
slake fleeing nones
from snow-ply cones
to fashion hull
in nude pall
guillotine concoction
craze horde jubilee
of termagant breasts
gonged shock o’ latte milt,
farce bequeath the frozen
seaside scapulas of backstroke
business bulgers gargling
ribald venture servants
of perspicacity’s woozy peacenik,
ponding escapades in sloth aphasia’s
steamy junket ankles.

Whereabouts canoe bay pun
pinted bye fund bygone pie
indie skewed in jawline huff
tarantulas nod in two sworn
shadows of slattern Americon
gravel drain to dungeon
placard sandwich oar.


Hot Blue Desk

On a hot blue desk
in a desert land of faraway elves
and nearly empathic wolverines
tied to mixed missives
of frank incendiary collisions,
saucy tempestuous cygnet queens
pawn sliders for curvaceous tumbling
gentlemen on high retreat
from mass confabulation rifts
of ritual antler wanderings and
dormant caballero basement trysts,
quelled annually in shipping languor’s
choice abridgement gullies.

Lungs incense the wading fallacies
of frontal lineage imposters,
pointing social demitasse infusion kites
at kitchenettes of goblin ad cetaceans,
logged to stumpy air
with hyphenated hieroglyphic
aerial comportment briefs
in jumpy neurologically
salacious agony pellets,
found to be securely frosted.

I’d forgotten all about
the simmering aqua shelter dues,
the balanced amoebic sedentary flush
of trundling headgear antiphon
and praying mantissa abscess rights,
curled slowly into crossing pardons,
peerage itch, and semolina helm reports.


In Cornball Evanescence

Thunder scavenges the closet
for brownies in locomotive ocean caves,
nested softly within flush cargo suites
of darker chalk erasure tracery accusal fellows,
searched in frisky counterpoint allusion rituals
by hovering secretions of our flopping ghoul’s
tenacious bedbug.

Bean pods fall in sunbreak gusts,
enveloping grammatical rapacity
with knockwurst ad credentials,
splashing idly tendered plastic
echoes in spherical babes
of peach blinker almond scenes,
slipped casually into a sidling pocket’s
picayune defense.

Ivy goes lucky,
casting her towline deep
to sodden tetherball asperity,
plushly guzzling wired finery
through stanched collation
beak approval jetties
of a beachball banquet’s
blond bemusement,
bonked at philanthropic
stereoscope surrender settees,
inclined for just the most atypical
of petrodollar Paraguayans.

Still the sun obtains,
blasting freshly stellar swimming bindles
of unmentioned blissful bullhorn stew
in gaseous mesmerizing gloat
of camphoraceous shelf pining,
saved by lobby bell-plop boys
for any of a thousand indentured
phase depiction ceremonies,
bound for generated viewpoint curls
of endless airhead cemetery rows
in cornball evanescence.

poem || Lawrence Upton

Archie Shepp, Chalk Farm, London February 1994

ACQUIESCE, END PRODUCT DECOROUS, CREATE LECHEROUS & SPIRITED INTIMACY, BRAINY BUCOLIC WOODED, INSINUATED MAZE
BRUISE CONSEQUENCE, DEPART, OUTCOME AFTERMATH GLOW, ENABLEMENT EXTREMIST
CRUD ID glimmer RETENTION THIN SNAPPY OPUS FORGOTTEN, FURTHERANCE DISGUISED
ABIDE, CAUSTIC FRAGMENT, PROGRESSION HAUL designated
clasp seeming brood
breath square tart unearth whippersnapper
burgle season flay remembrance
linger forerunner theorisation sprinkling division moderation
approximate lunatic racy bushed hoof
forest
disappear commending
cavort discord frenzy immoral walkway
beauty commending
bygone roam lustre power
assiduously tag neighbouring relish calm force scathing ladies' man
memorandum extinct mysterious
demand planned dynamic zesty spike cover
cliché ax
passion ultra alert inferno
age caveat lively section pudgy top whip remove lesion
country evade redundant proof sleep dash sleep trace comedienne
aromatic blackball vocabulary fame merger
exclusive lodging play check boomerang pursue ceasing
ugly abase unlucky
benevolence payment tax
breath paramour terminated
aromatic family report one-track
aromatic family report committed one-track
aromatic family report committed steam miss incorrect hapless
cloudy envoy, prolific boy
delusion scholar stride
fanatical mannerism rock
discerning piquant at least one
gulp certified shrivelled heretic
logo belly
ameliorate rugged dunk fob pipe
CARDIOVASCULAR
white obtuse improperly
ABANDON RESULT OUTGROWTH SEAPORT EMBARK RAUNCHY EXUBERANT AWARENESS DISCRIMINATING
COUNTRY PRESUMED HAZE
HURT EVENTUALITY FLY REWARD END! SMILE PREROGATIVE
EXTREME GARBAGE SELF dash REMEMBRANCE
DILUTED PUNCHY MONOGRAPH LEFT BEHIND PROGRESS DISGUISED
AWAIT HOARSE MORSEL RAMIFICATION TAKE select
arduous chariot polluted SUCCOUR ENJOYMENT SUCCUMB TATTER HARVEST
COCK ALMANAC
BEFUDDLEMENT BREAST
FERMENT LITTER EGO
CONTEMPTUOUS ASSISTANCE ACQUIESCE ACERBIC MARK CONSEQUENCE
BAN ASSISTANCE influence illusion
BELIEF RUSTIC
COCK PUBLICATION suck rob acclimatise nag
DERIVE Mystical! MEASURE SCARY naive herald guess
AMOROUS JEST CRUST albeit
BIBLE ASSISTANCE FINE approximate
ASSEMBLY wood
ASSEMBLY wood BAND wood
EMOTE & disappear
ARROGANCE HAPPINESS HEARSAY prance
FARSIGHTED AUTHOR
CHORE radiance extolling
IMMUNISE METER late traipse gloss influence
IMMUNISE METER late traipse gloss influence INJECT
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written 1994 and then lost
found 2009 and tidied up; and then lost
found 2015

2 texts || Texas Fontanella



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