<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549</id><updated>2012-02-13T08:55:04.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>experiential-experimental-literature</title><subtitle type='html'>texts that change the conscious parameters of literature, both for readers and writers.
from a different angle, 
r.p. blackmur adds: 'poetry: ...language so twisted and posed in a form that...it adds to the stock of available reality.' 
this would apply to the works included here.
previously published writing from white sky books will also be included. send texts to peter ganick at &lt;a&gt;pganickz@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; for consideration.
both ex-ex-lit and white sky books are reading manuscripts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1573</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-3856967722347061777</id><published>2012-02-12T22:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T22:32:05.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pome || Billy Bob Beamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pianoPOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pia no  tr ash  inco       herence  reve’rt  in g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;admini strative       di  sk hai  riest  par r son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coherent anesthesia red der  care ful    nes s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mush  iest chord cleanup  per  vasive   diaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yr bash ful hum ming damn     lipfroth     gloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming storm y mesh- ed gob tears mis a ligned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yr bru I sed du p e dop ey ph one  re jo    ic    ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sli mist cru sade cru is e block adinghur ling wig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out siz ed skin ny juniper pru ned ento mology   leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gy sea sonal cast er traitor cloud ies t ig nit ion  ply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gon ow   clash iest  brui se ca re full y sco r ned clo sly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-3856967722347061777?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/3856967722347061777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/pome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/3856967722347061777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/3856967722347061777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/pome.html' title='pome || Billy Bob Beamer'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-3223725607500086905</id><published>2012-02-12T15:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T15:45:37.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>haibun || Sheila E. Murphy</title><content type='html'>Lamp, finer than the quiet, low breath on a hill, just here.&lt;br /&gt;A quasi silence of the fields and nearby cave. Whatever permanence&lt;br /&gt;appears, we clasp facsimiles of brain again, a wild soft pace&lt;br /&gt;of walking on young paths. She would whisper that her energy had passed. &lt;br /&gt;Now freedom owns its price. I used to sing, the shape of Latin roots&lt;br /&gt;would cry, our depths of understanding crossed axes. Now pain, first part&lt;br /&gt;of paint, obscures the facts. A will to have existed samples what we might give&lt;br /&gt;up when asked. I live here, nourished by a furnace, glyphs dwindling&lt;br /&gt;where they were. The land has peaks, sheds bravery. The limits of our cravings&lt;br /&gt;chastize few of these tall birches. Look at the lake, feel slopes and whistle notable&lt;br /&gt;excursions back to music I was taught, I tell myself. I limber for your touch.&lt;br /&gt;I limit reason to inimitable justice as I fashion it from small things within reach.&lt;br /&gt;Each creative act is framed by scraps I had dismissed. Each morning,&lt;br /&gt;I view a symbol, green, on screen, to show the play occurring. Haiku waiting&lt;br /&gt;to be scooped up to absorb long need. As if harmonic breath responded to a common&lt;br /&gt;quest.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No such thing as same ole same ole, mantra with its quirks, replete with live invention&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sheila E. Murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-3223725607500086905?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/3223725607500086905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/haibun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/3223725607500086905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/3223725607500086905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/haibun.html' title='haibun || Sheila E. Murphy'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-2914463942458230037</id><published>2012-02-12T13:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T13:26:20.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 poems || Jeffrey Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FOR HER FLESH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;you which now says &lt;br /&gt;come nothing&lt;br /&gt;or no facial &lt;br /&gt;find drove me mad&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;whole she without &lt;br /&gt;prior knowledge&lt;br /&gt;or body contains henceforth&lt;br /&gt;states for me sumptuous&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;to sound catfish &lt;br /&gt;her spurned nakedness&lt;br /&gt;gives now that signal &lt;br /&gt;lust to breath&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;patterns hair veritable flesh&lt;br /&gt;formal animals&lt;br /&gt;what manifestations&lt;br /&gt;the space each depending&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE THIS FAR FROM THE CHTHONIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;we are moving &lt;br /&gt;towards &lt;br /&gt;a theory of beauty&lt;br /&gt;tremenous&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;natures veiled &lt;br /&gt;butane on jehoaphat&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;stigmata nationalist &lt;br /&gt;condensation steals&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;redemptive&lt;br /&gt;like cool alabaster &lt;br /&gt;twixt the &lt;br /&gt;seasons of love and &lt;br /&gt;pornography&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;darkness is rechargeable &lt;br /&gt;for ignition through &lt;br /&gt;contemplation&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;of stench &lt;br /&gt;I was abandoned &lt;br /&gt;with reclaims &lt;br /&gt;of the high nature &lt;br /&gt;and there &lt;br /&gt;are no accidents &lt;br /&gt;except her&lt;br /&gt;anatomy bred forth&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;organism like &lt;br /&gt;that time she stood me &lt;br /&gt;up her&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;dominant motherhood &lt;br /&gt;wave-matron &lt;br /&gt;phallic surplus &lt;br /&gt;condition of autonomy &lt;br /&gt;closing &lt;br /&gt;her flesh envelope&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;over her minoan &lt;br /&gt;female tower &lt;br /&gt;made me curious&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;as I crept &lt;br /&gt;towards moment &lt;br /&gt;maximum &lt;br /&gt;intensity&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;horizontal &lt;br /&gt;chain-like arranged &lt;br /&gt;whereby conversation &lt;br /&gt;became &lt;br /&gt;pointless camouflage&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;consumption for &lt;br /&gt;the sailors &lt;br /&gt;was her call&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FLUSH LENGTH&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;to the &lt;br /&gt;topographies &lt;br /&gt;of bullocks&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;marginalization&lt;br /&gt;for the &lt;br /&gt;huntsman &lt;br /&gt;has silenced&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;people sheltering&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;fixed authority trala &lt;br /&gt;expropriation &lt;br /&gt;also &lt;br /&gt;fish with&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;cretan &lt;br /&gt;bull monotone &lt;br /&gt;cross over&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;jordan making &lt;br /&gt;moan hera &lt;br /&gt;and steamboat coming&lt;br /&gt;melisande &lt;br /&gt;turtle mocked &lt;br /&gt;libertine &lt;br /&gt;remnant &lt;br /&gt;the rose of sharon &lt;br /&gt;chamber in &lt;br /&gt;the house&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;back the lane &lt;br /&gt;there yard mosses &lt;br /&gt;glow&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;come to galatia &lt;br /&gt;sumison &lt;br /&gt;flood beside my &lt;br /&gt;yearning&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;doldrum sword &lt;br /&gt;flush length&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGLOMERATION OF THE EVOLUTIONARY ADAPTATION&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the appetite of &lt;br /&gt;darwin&lt;br /&gt;translated into &lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;protracted &lt;br /&gt;grimalkin &lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;parsiful the  &lt;br /&gt;ubermansch&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;and eater&lt;br /&gt;of the eaten&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;is it&lt;br /&gt;possible to &lt;br /&gt;lactate some&lt;br /&gt;yet          &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;possibilities&lt;br /&gt;still forbid&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;conglomerate &lt;br /&gt;without&lt;br /&gt;elatedness or     &lt;br /&gt;logocentrism&lt;br /&gt;harbinger of &lt;br /&gt;legs   &lt;br /&gt;or thorax water&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;then some  &lt;br /&gt;empiricism &lt;br /&gt;postulated &lt;br /&gt;something &lt;br /&gt;other&lt;br /&gt;that potter's &lt;br /&gt;field&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;credible and &lt;br /&gt;credible &lt;br /&gt;to this &lt;br /&gt;temperature&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-2914463942458230037?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/2914463942458230037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/3-poiems-jeffrey-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/2914463942458230037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/2914463942458230037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/3-poiems-jeffrey-side.html' title='3 poems || Jeffrey Side'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-6536102850726551979</id><published>2012-02-12T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T00:20:17.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>text || Peter Ganick</title><content type='html'>from mobile structure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mobile structure 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immediacy relegate prior aptitude propitiate melds enforce smile candor nascent brilliantine reason listened anisette blur sic normal congerie those repatriate velcro dabbler syntax closure pellucid remote slew bottle driven hasp literal oceanside replicates deterrent selfless ingenue poltergeist manor isthmus elsewhat lepton hatcheck shape wisdomed interlope grasped vernissage poltergeist nth smiling replicator between gutless improvisor nevertheless alternatives shackle notary bleach veneer fiduciary between listless angiospastic valedictian melody nth scruple otherwise enroll magus returnee sleight partook scrooge material noster harmonic dasein follicle deerslayer notify alternative oceans geek discourse nominal correct iseult those repatriate scenario eaves release lightshow paramita least gustatory blunt scrawl presentation emergent also also desk geomancer tides lariat growlux fedora miscible thinkings where felt hammers deter canisters vacant intentions alias geometric algebra entrancing whoever inventor alters enormity behavior sizing retention assertion thetic vanish coatlique massage network improbable quarry illbient scramble quanta immobile ludic emblematic overhaul citation epsilon caveat bullion nominal coterie sal de baton gosling renew slit harpoon guffaw burl itemize proclivity tensilar abrupt island immediacy preface ludic oversight player con engine asleep peptide greed thensome additive loci manipulative mobius student astral impetinent vaccine tart snooty addenda solar pepper since rarify frequently once once slat autism vegetal proclamation voices delay nothingness once once seriograph immensity orphic dactyl inebriate vicisilude immobilize ontic contextualization merge another aloha nib troth sic unequal defensive laissez veep predator venn diagram velcro sniff accusatory lebensraum delightful intersect nearby inertia ornamental coerce jut pebble geistlich vanish north tilling sit foof granite aisle sequin lotto spammers djinn contrarian etiology oggi pursuit sensor evacuee oases theory avoid elementary migrate intractable quota neitszche tolerant voorsicht occasion liter unit awareness input rarity feint value egg snail preamble quaff sequin preoccupy tetra einsam blurring qualia things relatedness improbably corrosive atelier miscible trade language imperil avif gnosis threshold aye mayhem blunt camp loiter classic entrefoil trading selfdom parallax entrance fecklessly apostate migrant slices dehydrate mitoses totem laissez aforementionables centime slot bevel correspond egghead fumigate broiler veeps entrust estrangement sling abacus empirical dotted asemic salutary bivouac elsewise compendium grassy knoll neither tint anisette vacuous permission meandering alien lava routine matriatede guernica dilettante mogul anemic luau inferno sorting eructed levee also repetition narrow also also resting around bureau drama cursor tells geboren also once diatribe occasion helas formidably occurrence alternative listener teacup inscrutable corrective amperage deluge nothingness site warmer slurry boss godfather incur absence delay intrepid outer witness igloo quantify bevil ghostly remerci threefold lakhs desperation calligrapheme sooty useless wiffle broadbelt inversion monkey stroll barometer signifier value another wide ecarte scarface imbibe little amicable nothings where folding answers drastic lout rowdy flame motto einotile avalanche preempt anisette ravenous arrangement close argonaut discipline acorn slightly presume slice fibrous contract negotiate mollusk avarice omnibus gel antler hospitality evacuees fellowship tnertia vale stubby identifier endgame repatriate precise gong howitzer engrave miscible entity yessir naivete baton culpable thrice affetuoso tread attest renovate silence itness whilewhere stride apurious horlogerie alcove baffle outer avid preclude rapproachnent nadir veneer asleep inversions dossier glamorous devotions libertine vouchsafe omnibus present another nevertheless iterative language remote slowhand migrate incorporeal contagions either watering salted painstaking great variety specular canoe ethic also remote liaison fumigate mignon lido spasm ivory yammer utterly paean crosswise mote emotion alit garnish foible nth rta solemn bricolage design improbable onus trailing returnee signature consternation libation remedy connote averaging striate mitoses figural singular eras smiling tartouffe snail parchment otherwise yammer cloudcover intrepid solidarity oeuvre than clarionette samplers either waistdeep inclement vestige linger also also tint slackness intersective matelot variously predominant levee site washer cloudcover windswept rooftop sequin akin obliquity meanders elite varsity borrow sanguine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-6536102850726551979?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/6536102850726551979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/text-peter-ganick_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/6536102850726551979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/6536102850726551979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/text-peter-ganick_12.html' title='text || Peter Ganick'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-2836005064567074496</id><published>2012-02-11T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T17:19:12.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 texts || John Pursch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Queequeg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helluva jump she made, tabular in its ebony wheelhouse blues, springing to basement allies and bobbing Scotch loadies, mouthing semi-sweet noodles to a mottled crowd. Large events, spun with oxen toward critical foals and cellular flare guns, emit a heavy vivid snarl at pasty bygone motorcars, scenting the cool skyline with cash. Whoever kneels before a sceptered balustrade shall wield donut mangers for hefty centuries, bagged in golden heat. Crenellated doormats lease arterial buttons to flow models, grappling for a frozen armchair’s whimsical ottoman. Empirical deference pins the trusty gasoline can to lipid demolition squads, handing over broken frescoes to manatees on parade. Queequeg knows internal routing bliss, deeply fraught with bluesy, holistic shavings of totem wheezes and lineage turrets. Spun to grazing divisors, envisioned rumors simplify a woozy chamber pot into clucking gravy, pent down and chattering brazen disregard for the pawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gouda Ghirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argaton das aturaxy, &lt;br /&gt;plent von uber ket &lt;br /&gt;unscratchen die wailentie &lt;br /&gt;moutard caramer tebild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metzen nought outen alonie &lt;br /&gt;et extermon anomie extronium etherbox, &lt;br /&gt;bocce bochtonial uxiuxi tournable ket &lt;br /&gt;souper flon choudle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gouda ghirl, she wristwhockles &lt;br /&gt;mein spansular, spurtling ouch &lt;br /&gt;a klean hisprockie jammy top porty spooner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oox, she knobbles wethine brestodem, &lt;br /&gt;prawnsy lech a fusin cumbermaid’s &lt;br /&gt;artenial aspurtence beehoulder, &lt;br /&gt;hemercholdin te yer rectup &lt;br /&gt;shinnblone makerfelt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nebbamint ollyoll drat storielineal montrilash; &lt;br /&gt;wie habbadabba muchomastie prexoglassy &lt;br /&gt;tournicatchy phloatin phrasie &lt;br /&gt;quattro-hazen multicoulin &lt;br /&gt;heteraxim scroodle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dost yeye splay schoonle droolam whoople, &lt;br /&gt;einer bleatch from ze lebens rheumy keep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mementos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we flow, a thundering bustle of germinal, rendering mice; another enactment of conscious concision, in teeming and baffling bevies of bronzed bathing bodies and senses enraptured with wrestlers and juggling swords; with fertile encumbrances, childhood elites, and paramours dripping in gold. We, who are we, to think that we think, to hold a belief or ten million at once, to stagger and blather and claim to know anything, denying our role in the sure desecration of everything one might conserve, to recklessly gamble and fight… Rubles spent on nested geese and dollhouse wrenches, stained with ivory carrots and moot, vestigial ramparts, hover breathless and secure in the Kremlin’s sallow courtyard, shedding plastic holograms of famous facial tics. Autonomic intestines motivate a billion fumbling fingers to clean salty feet with larded, philanthropic gestures, dilating potted poultice pourers, flipping clarinet rompers in a drastically prosaic whiff of puerile recompense. Submarines itch each oven’s scabrous locomotive,  heading off a station chief’s cryptographic inkling, dumping barrels of boy baubles into the Bering Sea. Augurs wheedle for safety prawns, shimmying up a molting sparrow’s lost leggings, trampling a tornado’s tenebrous tourniquet at dawn. Neophytes enable their otter’s juiced mentors, inviting atrial eyelashes to dine on plywood jumpsuit designers, hobbling the swollen wheat trade. Flowering beauticians deploy drained orchids, rooting for hydrophones in a bottle of sea salt salami. Crash testing continues, despite musky engagements, defying Napoleon’s pineal decree, sending loopy entrees to kiosks for carnival tea. Ogling ale emptiers ingest English endives in a voluntary backwash trial, pining for residual tutelage. Transmissions earn nougat plaques, spangled with crooning streamers, humming avian watchwords for the mastiff. Preternaturally sifted markers drift from cause to rapid denouement, pleased by interleaving world processions, sampling subconscious fruit trays. Ranches steeped in mesa debris sigh a lassoed relief map’s casual key, spiraling into galactic contrail soot. Meat market mincers mock marital metronomes, masking momentary miscues, mercifully muting more meritorious mementos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-2836005064567074496?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/2836005064567074496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/3-texts-john-pursch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/2836005064567074496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/2836005064567074496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/3-texts-john-pursch.html' title='3 texts || John Pursch'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-4017730622186600203</id><published>2012-02-11T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T17:16:16.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poem || David Jalajel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ascension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;social precision rather than compassion&lt;br /&gt;defines humility’s integral works&lt;br /&gt;according to the first directive gives a&lt;br /&gt;feeling of insecure propriety&lt;br /&gt;dictates each crisis hopeless-seeming calls&lt;br /&gt;on humble solace won’t allow to surface&lt;br /&gt;beyond our creature passions host sublime&lt;br /&gt;turning points of yearning suddenly&lt;br /&gt;to servanthood and crowding out disciples&lt;br /&gt;as ought grow calm support for deeds surround&lt;br /&gt;enjoying fame’s rewards anticipating &lt;br /&gt;pats on the back and some high-fives procure&lt;br /&gt;this self-effacing depreciated status&lt;br /&gt;of no hard gains no post-climactic rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-4017730622186600203?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/4017730622186600203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/poem-david-jalajel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/4017730622186600203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/4017730622186600203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/poem-david-jalajel.html' title='poem || David Jalajel'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-4689146281219125650</id><published>2012-02-10T18:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T18:04:25.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pome || Billy Bob Beamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POMEhx tory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sup be[u]r[p]b  dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/file  tim e fa t     (chee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeks,;’! not fat no   wo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ord  wor ;[k’m  ho   le   s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pis tol por tals guh!;\[;’[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creat ure fin gers   no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;su garp ierais  ed to g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ether/you ng con duc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tress etherized[di]ning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roompast[].]=ten s I  on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put]\that on t ab please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no pur ;[]pose requi[em]red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brown ‘oyster[] slab ‘’’’’’’ava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cado str uts m axpil[]ls  dil[]lsd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ope[]en before eat     ing   pour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comeandgo women micha eloo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;invisible gunrimrum om&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overgrown  pint medita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t ion see there roperoast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byneck ur dam l]ming pos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[due to wat[]/’er sp’ider eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[dat e/’[sgo ing snout hal, lboarded\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-4689146281219125650?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/4689146281219125650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/pome-billy-bob-beamer_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/4689146281219125650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/4689146281219125650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/pome-billy-bob-beamer_10.html' title='pome || Billy Bob Beamer'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-4241029894987216332</id><published>2012-02-09T23:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T23:20:04.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 poems || John Pursch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Suripy Esteryer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagentie daelimer quanef ephreen, &lt;br /&gt;ont counar biemaret and etchyl shaneift, &lt;br /&gt;effer wonderviel emberful hotchy peromer, &lt;br /&gt;whepple ooteram agers henter herinal proo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whad scouda wein zeiunteye &lt;br /&gt;eff a maliproseth squobbler, &lt;br /&gt;pentin from de bek of a bleck &lt;br /&gt;ronk mutin ochock, &lt;br /&gt;triedte oxencute a scatole in plaisant, &lt;br /&gt;und efen tortched yer plawn &lt;br /&gt;and superquential donial hemade! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whelpen moggert, ichy bin stellarye &lt;br /&gt;whudud cheppentie smogwatch: &lt;br /&gt;die xeavans ould oggle &lt;br /&gt;and scrach onliside odebard, &lt;br /&gt;aspe suripy esteryer settin hearye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Refresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barriers lead to harried ne’er-do-wells, who spend their every merry-go-tale cruising mobile in a dinosaur’s optically graven mode, catching as hatcheries can. Heckled in bronze, futile as carnal eruptions, they press the race, motile and doused in tourmaline lotion of smooth, colored rock, pelted with floral juice outa the boxcar’s ready-made onset of jelly and tasty blue motorcars, contending for a vector’s sidebar to noon. Terriers, candy canes, and trembling wooden amateurs, gaveled to silence, adhere to certain wharves, lunch at flowing bassinets, and preen the tree line’s octagon, ruminating in a quiescent, motley consensus. Imbued with undulating endpoints, parameters of the unicellular wardroom pickle dewy eye shadow with sentimental peerage, vowing neighborly townhouse dances, jesting at coronary kettles. Marinated and flambeed to a nuanced desktop’s immoral iconography, umbral effusion pleats the serenity of a Sunday’s eve with whooping collar games. Did you come away with bed noise tailings, aligned in weekdays addressed to symbiotic rote? Stupors of linear gauges, granted to fluid emergence, hover in mental blurs, speak of wistful windings, and bare their otiose lunacy, prescient and hypnotic. Causal pauses permit the temporary rescinding of empirical charters, freeze a mostly parenthetical rumor, and mill a limited baritone placemat, chopping fresh partners into moody, formulaic gremlins. Clocks down the digital perennials, blemished by slants and basic notches, hammering home tumbling notions of refresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Funne Temes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai, eben hes xter sendwitchel &lt;br /&gt;mait bekommen reasonous and scrollen, &lt;br /&gt;daun tede etter bend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leftempilian sewn, &lt;br /&gt;summayu chartles at merilian octer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim zeroso churly; onklar et bestial rubbenry. &lt;br /&gt;Whod beren heppered tada unphent wordwolf, &lt;br /&gt;hootie nemer mexed sylli balli cudicalsin odgewidth? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arfye rolly spure dereber vast spooch a trangle? &lt;br /&gt;Praps etsnotso appiobv det wasten crutch &lt;br /&gt;a kindof trang es medeyer mint &lt;br /&gt;atrinken untem qualtie magil, &lt;br /&gt;funne temes gond eropontil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-4241029894987216332?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/4241029894987216332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/4-poems-john-pursch_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/4241029894987216332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/4241029894987216332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/4-poems-john-pursch_09.html' title='3 poems || John Pursch'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-4832386761603922196</id><published>2012-02-07T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T20:59:25.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poem || Felino A. Soriano</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ballet these lines of articulatio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;embrace these recollections of youth (energetic mobility ascertaining ease)&lt;br /&gt;            serrated leaps of scissoring limbs&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;etching ache or lake of marbled calm&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;—of the land an after&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;movement defining unobstructed physical acclivity&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;plenum as though release entails physical&lt;br /&gt;contraption&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                    this&lt;br /&gt;documented ergonomic&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;toe-method      spring of elegant scratch&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        land&lt;br /&gt;balanced          fluid control this&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;serenade sans sound with mobile&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;excavation&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;concentration               orientation                   angled&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                                gauge this body&lt;br /&gt;                        of&lt;br /&gt;particular arrangement, winged            woven              worded&lt;br /&gt;prose of a movement’s organic&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;explanatory delectation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-4832386761603922196?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/4832386761603922196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/poem-felino-soriano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/4832386761603922196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/4832386761603922196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/poem-felino-soriano.html' title='poem || Felino A. Soriano'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-3786046435564519291</id><published>2012-02-07T07:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T07:27:08.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>haibun || Sheila E. Murphy</title><content type='html'>Cornucopulate&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Intellectual return of serve aligns with landfill&lt;br /&gt;on the news, as though the frosted child with sentences&lt;br /&gt;removed appends alertness to the frame. Now the tempo&lt;br /&gt;has been raised, the situation offers foresight,&lt;br /&gt;chance repeal invigorates, while shirking customary dowry.&lt;br /&gt;Syllables strung together fall on harsh gravel. Tormented&lt;br /&gt;fleet of foot young athletes tremple accidental obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;Pull the plug and plug it in again. Privilege is its own&lt;br /&gt;worse happenstance. The live remorse refuses jury duty.&lt;br /&gt;In a pinch, she leaves her humor at the door. Voice&lt;br /&gt;lessons from now, you'll feel yourself beholden to our &lt;br /&gt;mercy. Just around the corner, feng shui domiciles remove&lt;br /&gt;addenda where simplicty would be. We speak hosanna here&lt;br /&gt;apart from facing the tribunal with its shelves of bronzed&lt;br /&gt;supplies.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Absolution concurrent with ablutions, piety astride some &lt;br /&gt;random norms&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sheila E. Murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-3786046435564519291?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/3786046435564519291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_2933.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/3786046435564519291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/3786046435564519291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_2933.html' title='haibun || Sheila E. Murphy'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-451516181607654363</id><published>2012-02-07T07:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T07:27:07.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>haibun || Sheila E. Murphy</title><content type='html'>Cornucopulate&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Intellectual return of serve aligns with landfill&lt;br /&gt;on the news, as though the frosted child with sentences&lt;br /&gt;removed appends alertness to the frame. Now the tempo&lt;br /&gt;has been raised, the situation offers foresight,&lt;br /&gt;chance repeal invigorates, while shirking customary dowry.&lt;br /&gt;Syllables strung together fall on harsh gravel. Tormented&lt;br /&gt;fleet of foot young athletes tremple accidental obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;Pull the plug and plug it in again. Privilege is its own&lt;br /&gt;worse happenstance. The live remorse refuses jury duty.&lt;br /&gt;In a pinch, she leaves her humor at the door. Voice&lt;br /&gt;lessons from now, you'll feel yourself beholden to our &lt;br /&gt;mercy. Just around the corner, feng shui domiciles remove&lt;br /&gt;addenda where simplicty would be. We speak hosanna here&lt;br /&gt;apart from facing the tribunal with its shelves of bronzed&lt;br /&gt;supplies.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Absolution concurrent with ablutions, piety astride some &lt;br /&gt;random norms&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sheila E. Murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-451516181607654363?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/451516181607654363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_07.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/451516181607654363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/451516181607654363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_07.html' title='haibun || Sheila E. Murphy'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-1242916032030963068</id><published>2012-02-07T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T07:26:09.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>text || Peter Ganick</title><content type='html'>from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mobile structures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wherewhy aboriginal copacabana dreary island hopping plots escadrilles demerit slid aspire slaphappy kneejerk invent seizure pastime resilience define shelve dandor psalter vodafone imperious debut yammer once once signature emblematic vessel torque salute unveil sez ez notifiy caporal weep singularity escadrille seeding lamentation festal complicate noted snarl poitrine epsilon quran membrane untried alizarin valises deterministic adventure leaves walkway sturgeon lotto blanker permission lait correctives allargando eeriest aluminum calligrapheme situate commotion stuff aslant sleet hails etiquette opportunity until validate mnemonic clarionette moment alit socialize mobius filament aryan happiness alveoli trauma entrancement wakeful riddle ancilliary blot pendulum sarsparilla eventual praline modification density nominal flurry aleut motion goulash primp savorin excise reminder psalter invent remake connote academe notification walker talker imagination shrug uglifies elsewise bell bottomed framing quotas imperious tentative bloss imitator excellence nth rta improbable ironic nature so natural interlope relinquish variable true reward club territorial nit engines ampersand wrongfully occiput neither waddle swab wobble awareness mirroring selfless dormancy presume loudness intentional circle iterating selfless universe siphon assign remind inert tide another ion rawhide smiling remind glad champion byte omicron alien zone crumple augur essence tonearm flack inroad persist gracious argot fractal impart veneer also neither isness washer coeli goer tiger also nietszche mittenhood harpsichord scrap intention ventner naming sierra matinee slender vanish react nighttime also screening trees alternative jasmine oceanside washer livery amounting seldom fastness glimmer watershed notification eprouve hedonist event azure misconstrual vehicle chassis genetic lugubrious delta mitten right therein shelf largesse life nothingness ward effete malgre les tournaments miel silence realismo therein answer blotted map sierra quantify exigetic lugubrious thinkings mozartean quasi vielle replica snorkel migrate ciliate remonstrane theory aboutface remedial soapbox valse tjant myopic animate grossteste lightly saline guppie sleuth sanitize emotional neither wasp prescribe tonearm salida motion flesh goer answer umbrageous throttle ivory nature seldom aegis brilliantine calgon jumpy obelisk mainsail feint gallow festives stereo non tempest vegetal orpheus license glory data ingredient noteworthy palliative stony roebuck pittance soot engulf record gauge dramatic aptitude doppelganger opine arpeggiate mug showcase collective iterating voiceovers either waits villa neufchatel night folder inventions alterative least nonviolent cancun prelate doorway signatures zeroing thorough splash goad nutshell image replicates deacon earl intersecting while answer silence governance stronghold roulette acidfree silencing either tariff sacrelige niceties nominal cellwise addenda prelude accuracy nth additive letterbox entrance typic energy wampum seldom tirroir snail participle outside actuality realitize as process geist prema dirigible ratchet ingestion elixir neologistic potentate mortise vale ghostly paradiddle nominal curatorial gneiss harpoon vast language mere asleep nit lexus foof sarsparilla nietszche nothingness awakening empyrean listening liaison idol snail network itemize urgency remote versatile heroiade opportunity embellish quagmire iterating either silence tartan iffy endless augury nascent walrus story itemize clack omicron rein salida aptitude elite canine ashrama soda eglise rooftop slowhand eighth sierra middle nuage separative chiasmus dint profligate indigestion agonist variable utensil praline sentinel vanguardism sentinel aporia mapping septum grandiose answer impartial vineyard sleuth pepper sanity canoe fictive relationships inert alizarin noesis tiers denote montage reinstate usage fend eggshell inactive noesis trellis borrow entity gameplan igloos meep neither waiting sling intentions least notion reacting scalene perpetual ingredient ashen cloak veneer lasix negotiator enamel nowhere not enamel precipice tentative hurdle niter alizarin gondola pirouette connote acumen glass itemize ambiguous thread ensemble retinue acidfree occasions ligeti ahead territorial evince workaholic doux floodgate improvisor elijah utterly preoccupy nounal certification staffing tertiary embellish geistlich jasmine launch nth rta imitator escadrille partook septum nominal cilliate emblematic olde shoppe ainsi deluge repine artifacts elsewhat homerun sierra zone siphon elasticity horseplay nutshell anvil nothing rallentando ever realitization inroad presume contingent alert vanish leeway evasion preamble once once tirroir pulchritude react niceties least nervous comparative litter asleep vehicle handle nostrum oasis breaker sleuth noces karmic overhead blurring acidfreeze nth stipulate motions least nitpick stunt walleye also persist volitional locust permafrost more tancredi impressario reveal intrepid antique laissez prolate motto seizes delay curtail hypnosis tentative loiter vanity excessive lean aware flight energetic algorithm calcify spinnaker unveil remote acclimate wobbling evade stunt riddle academic alien uterance lossless wherewithal enough stepvan immerse garden vascularity trefoil nerve entrances licorice alien slipper revue process unroll septum atomic lenswork integral preparative lotto scapula immediacy happiness witness nothing claw facing etiological summation tirroir enamel blur uses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-1242916032030963068?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/1242916032030963068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/text-peter-ganick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1242916032030963068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1242916032030963068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/text-peter-ganick.html' title='text || Peter Ganick'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-507893346526676097</id><published>2012-02-06T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T16:39:52.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poem || John M. Bennett</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sole Dadas, chunk 12, transduced from Góngora's Soledades:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All consented beat the crystaline&lt;br /&gt;     sedation’s series,&lt;br /&gt;crawled simple cornered codexes the reclaimed&lt;br /&gt;cake less mind than voice and’s verdant seal&lt;br /&gt;enters the name spaghettied mice and tails.&lt;br /&gt;Music’s hole’s vista the minor ram&lt;br /&gt;of the alamo that pains verdant canes;&lt;br /&gt;no zephyrs in him, no risible&lt;br /&gt;lessons putrifying briefs that rot&lt;br /&gt;     all mountains, which, ungrated&lt;br /&gt;al fresco, to harmony and floors&lt;br /&gt;     of’s seat, pisses, amended,&lt;br /&gt;if fresco’s herb crawls the arena ardent&lt;br /&gt;of Lybia, and all quantum’s day’s the fount’s&lt;br /&gt;serpent of huffing’s even major venom&lt;br /&gt;whose nose of Ponto, timid, attributes,&lt;br /&gt;sucking the pie ,sucking the labile oil.&lt;br /&gt;Patsy toads, pus, and regular&lt;br /&gt;crawdads in the equinox’s succored veins&lt;br /&gt;the peels of air lubbers gummed&lt;br /&gt;     bulletins not galls,&lt;br /&gt;     sends grills veiled,&lt;br /&gt;tall vases creaking, tall mentioned loons&lt;br /&gt;     shushing distant extremes,&lt;br /&gt;the character’s tall vase forming alleys&lt;br /&gt;in the paper diaphanous of’s ceiling&lt;br /&gt;     in the plums of his vowel.&lt;br /&gt;Hells entranced in bovrils of slumber&lt;br /&gt;     (painted simpering’s all’s frescos)&lt;br /&gt;clubs at last Sidon, teller turquoise,&lt;br /&gt;whose no hat sable imitates verdant alfredos.&lt;br /&gt;Pencilled reclined the cable&lt;br /&gt;quantum, in numbers equal and in bells,&lt;br /&gt;the margins matted of the fonts’&lt;br /&gt;seconds primed very deep villains&lt;br /&gt;who, parents of’s novice’s own mass circles&lt;br /&gt;which bacons shushed pebbles, of’s present&lt;br /&gt;prevented, concurred to the bop.&lt;br /&gt;     Mezcal’s hatchets toad’s&lt;br /&gt;theater dulcet, not of scenic mutes,&lt;br /&gt;but peaceable seat: space brief&lt;br /&gt;in which, a pisser the Sol, squalid never,&lt;br /&gt;and never colored spill invested,&lt;br /&gt;     the somber vile Florida&lt;br /&gt;     of the herb meandered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-507893346526676097?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/507893346526676097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/poem-john-m-bennett_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/507893346526676097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/507893346526676097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/poem-john-m-bennett_06.html' title='poem || John M. Bennett'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-8701616536496567379</id><published>2012-02-06T07:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T07:17:49.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pome || Billy Bob Beamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For jp and several&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreamscasters have news.   dog jokes    purple gargoyles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the backs of dragons.  News.  slum quarterly cleansing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lithe  axolotyls,  neotenic drama.   cuts to flaps gravel sand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm chlorine karate dribbling. To his hearthhands  melding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look to ‘orange fractal scorpions.’ Lyrical deferment  starsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black rain pooling green medallions.  manic eyepullies  or ear o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;thorns don’t wake  clickclock chickclutch.  Chuck weaseling bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underpants backup hell  tis  trunk.  watery eyed  mattress  drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pencil eraser nips erase scam. Look to forests   tunnels faced bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have news slide tricks curious autumn.  Hoodies form radio  parrish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'awful cyclone, wearing' breathe glee knees. ...............Fractal hell blunt rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-8701616536496567379?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/8701616536496567379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/pome-billy-bob-beamer_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/8701616536496567379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/8701616536496567379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/pome-billy-bob-beamer_06.html' title='pome || Billy Bob Beamer'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-8565362612712223634</id><published>2012-02-05T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T23:01:16.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>haibun || Sheila E. Murphy</title><content type='html'>Every sentence in an age group starts with "so." A subset&lt;br /&gt;of said sentences fills spaces interrogative. Factual&lt;br /&gt;material on its way to full erasure is positioned thus,&lt;br /&gt;and scholars everywhere consider something else.&lt;br /&gt;For instance, narrative revulsion. Sonnetry. Awaiting&lt;br /&gt;monikers, in a list of conversations soon predictable&lt;br /&gt;versus unexpected. Virtual restraint. She described a clot&lt;br /&gt;trying to move through a tired vein. Thinking hurts us all. As&lt;br /&gt;velvety mistakes are touched with ease. The roles we occupy&lt;br /&gt;invoke our shouldering long ribbons of task. Together,&lt;br /&gt;unless forced, we brave through obstacles. Those polar&lt;br /&gt;avenues grown tighter, shift magnetic holds on what&lt;br /&gt;comes next. Until we gravitate, we will have broken stride&lt;br /&gt;belonging to another in our club.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bracken, sorts of violets, earth tones, viable retakes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sheila E. Murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-8565362612712223634?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/8565362612712223634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/8565362612712223634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/8565362612712223634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_05.html' title='haibun || Sheila E. Murphy'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-5407118357883725465</id><published>2012-02-05T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T22:59:06.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poem || John M. Bennett</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;Altazor’s Sentence&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consumption sock cae eter&lt;br /&gt;namente compox panid ply&lt;br /&gt;wood vejez el motor del&lt;br /&gt;pepper history ,box ruined&lt;br /&gt;estatua de las llamas back&lt;br /&gt;ground pencil banderas a&lt;br /&gt;mis pies self-portraits lang&lt;br /&gt;uage nada en las palabras&lt;br /&gt;,fiebre al bordo not this&lt;br /&gt;fried eggs dawn del caos&lt;br /&gt;incansable dialogue ,memories&lt;br /&gt;cigar enigma de los ríos&lt;br /&gt;clear burns ,huracán gutt&lt;br /&gt;ural liberación del sole&lt;br /&gt;locus wheat spine alas&lt;br /&gt;y llave protractor vísceras&lt;br /&gt;utopias de los barrotes&lt;br /&gt;]vitrine ,llave[ book sea&lt;br /&gt;cuna del vacío theoretical&lt;br /&gt;museum anti poeta solar&lt;br /&gt;esqueleto has be word c&lt;br /&gt;lips oreja ,church of pills&lt;br /&gt;mirror spray tejido de las&lt;br /&gt;mareas fried bum potato&lt;br /&gt;o párpado tumbal&lt;br /&gt;,fábricas ,space gasket&lt;br /&gt;fabrics decipher las&lt;br /&gt;órbitas perdidas ,cordura&lt;br /&gt;palimpsest genera nau&lt;br /&gt;seas de estalactitas el&lt;br /&gt;cabello char hormiga&lt;br /&gt;writ fire pox borrasca&lt;br /&gt;faro del féretro anoart&lt;br /&gt;en las playas la columna&lt;br /&gt;la llaga la realpolitik los&lt;br /&gt;anillos del mail art mis&lt;br /&gt;pechos de fqewr visual&lt;br /&gt;trampas de palabras gal&lt;br /&gt;eras lejanas the only&lt;br /&gt;wound alphabet caja del&lt;br /&gt;cráneo driving a car el&lt;br /&gt;viento evapo books ex&lt;br /&gt;ploding túnel randomly&lt;br /&gt;declared sangre de hor&lt;br /&gt;izonte elbdaro elbdaro&lt;br /&gt;wreck magnetizado the&lt;br /&gt;cloud pedazos del no&lt;br /&gt;mbre notation infinito&lt;br /&gt;el fondo de la parábola&lt;br /&gt;eradicated spheres replibots&lt;br /&gt;shrunk la proa de semillas&lt;br /&gt;senos compulsion time&lt;br /&gt;potencia tejado de botellas&lt;br /&gt;sphere license behind&lt;br /&gt;tu pupila agonizante&lt;br /&gt;,cartography exiting el&lt;br /&gt;nido de manos astrológicas&lt;br /&gt;whole violence degollar&lt;br /&gt;el océano culo educativo&lt;br /&gt;egg stories turistas como&lt;br /&gt;serpientes insofar as hist&lt;br /&gt;oriz mar junk carcajadas&lt;br /&gt;poeta homologate parado&lt;br /&gt;gramática hundida rieles&lt;br /&gt;offshore la luz que sangra&lt;br /&gt;no hay meat que perder&lt;br /&gt;pesca sondaje amok&lt;br /&gt;lake ambiguo thumb of&lt;br /&gt;ojos como cartas factory&lt;br /&gt;cages cigarro panic in&lt;br /&gt;dustries pantorilla color&lt;br /&gt;lifeboat ant fork cas&lt;br /&gt;cada de lotería winds&lt;br /&gt;swarm el barco pueblo&lt;br /&gt;la golonchilla la golon&lt;br /&gt;trina development ghost&lt;br /&gt;economy )fuego central(&lt;br /&gt;sombrero del aeroplano&lt;br /&gt;traffic barrier control de&lt;br /&gt;marería control de&lt;br /&gt;sendero often beliefs&lt;br /&gt;concrete dog caravanas&lt;br /&gt;de voz darse prisa&lt;br /&gt;scissors spiders sponge&lt;br /&gt;shoes fósforos aquí yace&lt;br /&gt;frog notion eel infinito ala&lt;br /&gt;adentro mete piedras de los&lt;br /&gt;anarchists collective sea&lt;br /&gt;anoth face ciega colgada&lt;br /&gt;aia ai ai aaia i i plump&lt;br /&gt;events identity screens bal&lt;br /&gt;cón y fuente aquarium&lt;br /&gt;fragments ladrido im&lt;br /&gt;ages found abuelos re&lt;br /&gt;petition durmiendo bajo&lt;br /&gt;los pies de la línea brut&lt;br /&gt;shook las olas del faro ho&lt;br /&gt;rizonte bondage one at&lt;br /&gt;a time funhorse agua&lt;br /&gt;cerebro embra navío&lt;br /&gt;lizard alrededor de los&lt;br /&gt;astros sones archaeology&lt;br /&gt;buzzards y lazos words&lt;br /&gt;can pájaro hirviente corn&lt;br /&gt;rotating en la orilla signo&lt;br /&gt;train the border herida la&lt;br /&gt;boca ,pallets rot molino&lt;br /&gt;de paper shut molino como&lt;br /&gt;descubrimiento tooth thu&lt;br /&gt;mping molino fire sudoriento&lt;br /&gt;meatings girando en la&lt;br /&gt;musiquí fuera de la faransí&lt;br /&gt;arbol múltiple poet fact&lt;br /&gt;hamburger que me diluyo en&lt;br /&gt;múltiples selvas they sur&lt;br /&gt;render los grillos en la azulaya&lt;br /&gt;hurafones not this jigsaw&lt;br /&gt;gime en el desierto capitalist&lt;br /&gt;noncombatants como plan de&lt;br /&gt;pirámide apoteosis ,history&lt;br /&gt;,molusco ,violoncelo ,pie&lt;br /&gt;,seaweed ,war ,avant-garde&lt;br /&gt;nudo ululayo nowhere ul&lt;br /&gt;ulayo enterrado lulayo cris&lt;br /&gt;tal semperviva lalalí&lt;br /&gt;ia infinauta xx x xx&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;John M. Bennett&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Doubling the winds of&lt;br /&gt;Jim Leftwich, Six Months Aint No Sentence&lt;br /&gt;Book 16, 2012&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Vicente Huidobro, Altazor,&lt;br /&gt;Madrid, 1931&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-5407118357883725465?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/5407118357883725465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/poem-john-m-bennett.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/5407118357883725465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/5407118357883725465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/poem-john-m-bennett.html' title='poem || John M. Bennett'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-1929977435247776708</id><published>2012-02-05T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T08:10:17.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>haibun || Sheila E. Murphy</title><content type='html'>Refuse to simplify, and I will treasure silence. Take my pulse,&lt;br /&gt;and I will overcome your remedies until the charts bleed&lt;br /&gt;safeguard of the wrestled-down complexity you thought.&lt;br /&gt;I owned a curfew I removed from sheriff's odyssey, and now&lt;br /&gt;your job has croaked. Is there a inference somewhere between&lt;br /&gt;leaves of nepotryst? I sense you shadow all the prophets&lt;br /&gt;you have claimed to see. Remember how we felt a spree of link-fests&lt;br /&gt;come to breathe our dotted swiss, our cable-knit wool viscerals,&lt;br /&gt;our oleander pith helmets, our breezeways grown together, and novels&lt;br /&gt;we claimed to have read? I guess your shapely sightseeing has been&lt;br /&gt;bread. I guess we have to match a stranger's plaid to seem a piston&lt;br /&gt;in a dowry. Or the magi come and overlook what we have spun. Now I&lt;br /&gt;whistle straight-man lineage. I host or I concede. I damage the&lt;br /&gt;invective I can hear, not see. When you are in the mood to reap&lt;br /&gt;rapport, come back to me. Toward this seasonal small shift, this splay,&lt;br /&gt;this kinesthetic fray.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Child chewing on a snake, its mother shrieking for the neighbors&lt;br /&gt;while she warms a jar of milk&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sheila E. Murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-1929977435247776708?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/1929977435247776708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/haibun-sheila-e-murphy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1929977435247776708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1929977435247776708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/haibun-sheila-e-murphy.html' title='haibun || Sheila E. Murphy'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-1567203481830742893</id><published>2012-02-04T19:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T19:10:43.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pome || Billy Bob Beamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;anotherPOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persnout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Out   ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fr[a]ome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noangles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noAngelsmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ci]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be fed now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;festivities of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seedsleast i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mprobable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunate1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘in confusion’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last1todockit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lustedlout oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracing tables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For personsup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed them al&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ong be with ou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending:An en&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ve lope along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunderstorm/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inNosenoose han&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving /wait drift no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘tongueolcræft’ say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘tombsleep, rising s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un Smoke  fields’ w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here[]Slowly  meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; in …any ….[]’;’verse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-1567203481830742893?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/1567203481830742893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/pome-billy-bob-beamer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1567203481830742893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1567203481830742893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/pome-billy-bob-beamer.html' title='pome || Billy Bob Beamer'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-3123095050222422663</id><published>2012-02-04T14:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T14:06:55.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mobile structures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gestural isness wood elemental cell waitings element aside itness wallow nth sirrah rip chord rta eminence sleuth anachronism true notable cyclic anemone doux centrism where switching evaporate lagoon klister vacuous ditto passel comparative blockade motto somewhat reunification surreptitious threefold revival ontologically sobriquet numerous fictive affable fictional issue regulate austerity rummage sine qua non slice utterly apostate motto sternum lasso neither watershed programmatic lucidity each voiceover saharan context extant existence torrent also nth rta ivy peppering salutation ember incite drill sizing each presidence through parallel once once theras fluidity proem clamor outer sit sitting eachness wavering regal poise rupee cairn stolid essence cram parish volitional coptic alternative occultist fab affability facebook innard slaphappy humanize amulet noesis throes either watershed lorgnette seize fabulosity once once attrition slight breaker singularity assurances debacle outrange imitate sipping assurances debilitate nutshell syntactic albumen slurpie accordion listless agons scrupulous denizen malgre les autres connote avatar notification wherewithal cuff slurpie cairn lotus ingredient also sleeping karmic reverie gatsby heroiade mollusk vinyl rolling arhat bleach vector simian listless whichever awash fallible truant almost index almond selig node asleep waiting elsewise pranam either watershed foible thinkings recalcitrant shipwrap inversion listless answer interloper connote acacia thoreau contrast venn diameter grapheme novice lasso rendezvous thinks eden fictive nominal cursor vernal pittance slumber rialto connote avalanches derive alchemy briquette vapor literal query tenet alcoa bivel ousia rhizomatic elizabethan mornay celebrate access douanier calf utterance post ampoule existence grateful onset riffle petal vent seize noesis thinks ferrite gabardine mater pattern vein alsace otherwise parallax cogent vicar outremar glib noetic amounts eglise trot valliant emotionals gelding prairie moat serrate vigils nth rta invent seize coupled oggi eleison tariff vocative omission presume ghostly apparatus emo borderline accuity borrow rubicon literal connotation breathing slurpie indoctrinate congeal seismic algorithm quartet fidget also reification whoever holiday curry announce nefarious straightshoot egoic thrice prolate snippet migrate oculist vend signet occasion letterset vocalize cousin accrual imperious threshold random utterly koan mirror lassi goer situate mogul snowfallen essential coefficients adelphi usage prolates once notification twoness once tincture algorithm suave edit vacuums intersect variant snowfallen ancillary voice cold grommet snipper nibble canister action canasta emptor insequent notification weal promissory clavinet recurs doubtful nsaid eocene trogolibyte marachino pilfer veneer aprille occasion elastic vocalize oomph scientism cede oceanside watteau novice alit vidalya commence robust array borealis cog neither stutter apse cocoanut versatile moog feisty scimitar mica affordable intrepid avid eggnog ingenious treadmill sofa either tortola middle angel gentilesse vacancy preside matterhorn clubfoot sandstorm gehesmene acme lasso horseplay cryptic evident elastic orb stilt polyp shard energetic classic heroiade guttural cinemax acetone bureau clime sturdy nothing slate mirror variety grain seize asemic outward assent viceroy orange misquote macaw briliantine inert palliative motto strum pellucid enrollment vans squat viewpointism throughput reveres fend elsewise along tunnel refuel tune also vocative mitt slippery acme calcification occupy agoraphobia network seeded&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-3123095050222422663?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/3123095050222422663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/from-mobile-structures-gestural-isness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/3123095050222422663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/3123095050222422663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/from-mobile-structures-gestural-isness.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-953918560202655058</id><published>2012-02-03T22:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T22:05:12.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 pomes || Billy Bob Beamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;business massive    rusty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noseto    some  severely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tilted only    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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-953918560202655058?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/953918560202655058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/2-pomes-billy-bob-beamer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/953918560202655058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/953918560202655058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/2-pomes-billy-bob-beamer.html' title='2 pomes || Billy Bob Beamer'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-1507259140030382817</id><published>2012-02-03T21:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T21:16:48.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 poems || John Pursch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Benzene Drift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees abound in forested shelves of clansmen and valued familial torrents; pealing laughter gnaws the bark and strips the saplings with every casual remark, pitting underlings and rote dismissal’s hapless rogues against the vast assemblage of temporal drones, clanging closet latches and partitioned unanimity, carved in serried corridors of granitic island cliffs. Tidal moons set, spinning imperceptibly, on ghosts of future pinnacles, of promise and regret, slumped over a dead-end wheel’s penultimate turn, coupled in eternal gridlock’s benzene drift. Liquid stasis masquerades as concrete, shifting eerily in the bland fluorescence, shading our eyes from blazing rituals and boldly cruising criminals, pushing dignity as bedrock bottom suffrage, unaccountably serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ift Odgie Nebbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carusem ad menu espapium &lt;br /&gt;roatian penultium lutonial phloto phinum, &lt;br /&gt;gangling trounce den merient emblia, &lt;br /&gt;floutem rein rangie entusi slutch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carubend wem eiter scroo, &lt;br /&gt;grein tchoulian meriflousal &lt;br /&gt;boaper’s whest caleen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoodger pon mentiwhock, &lt;br /&gt;zein oyal snabinettul emper &lt;br /&gt;ef dastini plen fini, &lt;br /&gt;ordge coolie’s grolden speat, &lt;br /&gt;whildge be spined da emulep &lt;br /&gt;for craedled evulen chali, &lt;br /&gt;be fiut lom oompie whubber’s &lt;br /&gt;spenched of da crouli, &lt;br /&gt;naughda crawda’s flechsy whemple, &lt;br /&gt;kepply sen das moblie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whu canots prell an infudenter’s &lt;br /&gt;leinest wetche of clampen bleath? &lt;br /&gt;Vas genden zown der pendercroun &lt;br /&gt;ift Odgie nebbs a keiler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ripcord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crescents spend return vouchers on version fuel for cantering coinage, blending a shaken numismatic claret with rubber stamp grease. It takes a while, but gravity finally obtains, speckling the pigeon’s slyly chosen mark with iron pyrite, sleeting ashen grins against suburban skies, reducing lawns to sawdust. Embers spool through bullhorns, knocking down floozies and hot walnut contenders, spearing fruity doormats with rank kabob rotors, jamming retirees into impasse kitchens. Flood patrols ease through incessant winter pains, flaring nostrils at the slurry of angry fencepost daubers. Immune to certainty, scientific doubters plead nolo contendere, hoping for free fall’s lurid penchant, implying lax pagination. Votive blemishes spin airy heels, slipping gears into chased pajamas. Waxed cartons shake brutal eggshell troops at canals of gelatinous mead, splashing sludge on cowboy boots. Rhododendrons ride the bland interior’s oval rip cord, sending deep-sea diversity into migratory fleece. Pollute me, frozen ambler; pickle my embryonic gesture with octopi. Collapse and extol the fiery mist’s tactical plumage, conferring tousled bellybuttons on an emerald gallon’s wayward pupil. Grant and tailor any jacketed mop, questioning appropriated Sherpas, laundered to the grilled ensign’s peculiar spike. Cascade to bestial oompah bands when eighteen-wheelers blast ashore with dimpled octets, trapping sensory corpulence for nested effrontery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Weest Bustamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Etchen dawreckle, clapard spoothe,&lt;br /&gt;end shurenly bemanned deflunal itchie’s pron, &lt;br /&gt;wheremple laung eethe er carenaught, &lt;br /&gt;sheilaimen spei,” dasten greveiner staith apea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En sparting theim acompt touthei, &lt;br /&gt;agriver trence defeint abloone. &lt;br /&gt;“Hetchel atwine, mounsinaud,” &lt;br /&gt;adjoued de bluence marouph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai exed heroya humpulence &lt;br /&gt;ef twozen cets war shoulden; &lt;br /&gt;sheezy spench avoicy bloonce &lt;br /&gt;en spocht a chelly malaprosen aousmess, &lt;br /&gt;aket meinthe sproontin eber crocker; &lt;br /&gt;blent meonly nootlie blagger, &lt;br /&gt;scrutched da soilty gnocket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ardli whutwe woodenspeck, &lt;br /&gt;knobben wuzwe hockenrard und ozomeadi, &lt;br /&gt;asye canoe Weest Bustamin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-1507259140030382817?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/1507259140030382817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/4-poems-john-pursch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1507259140030382817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1507259140030382817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/4-poems-john-pursch.html' title='4 poems || John Pursch'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-7954892819930465023</id><published>2012-02-03T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T08:45:36.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 poems || John M. Bennett</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the ashen dog returns the&lt;br /&gt;fluid ≈ flavor of your&lt;br /&gt;fount of swallowed phrases&lt;br /&gt;neck ╦ ,a bellows pillowed&lt;br /&gt;,the sleet barks arf off /&lt;br /&gt;.half behind ,and throwing&lt;br /&gt;grins the tomb █ ,half’s a&lt;br /&gt;head turned which way’s&lt;br /&gt;that  ?the clot potato .&lt;br /&gt;rustigates ,my hull blang&lt;br /&gt;thing my ,buried tubes ,lung&lt;br /&gt;damper opened to the seventh&lt;br /&gt;.itchy ,clattered ,custom&lt;br /&gt;crumbly ,rivers≈ spouting from&lt;br /&gt;my throat like heads ,mir&lt;br /&gt;rored their eyǝs sǝye&lt;br /&gt;think started ends the end’s&lt;br /&gt;startled gnats** *  * flushing≈&lt;br /&gt;down the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Muy inestimado ,desplómate ,la&lt;br /&gt;pared partida ,en las sentidos&lt;br /&gt;cinco ,enumeronte me he su&lt;br /&gt;mado los seis y el único el&lt;br /&gt;séptimo ,ensimismado ,me&lt;br /&gt;espera desperezándose ,un&lt;br /&gt;,de lodo ,aire que ¿cómo tan&lt;br /&gt;fácil? respira ,y no le im&lt;br /&gt;porta  .el cafetero frío&lt;br /&gt;y mi taza ,de arcilla que ,un&lt;br /&gt;mes ha ,ardía ,vacía ,y leo de&lt;br /&gt;mi mano el libro ,misal de masas&lt;br /&gt;,masa fonética de la luz que men&lt;br /&gt;guante sube y yo ,ab sorto ,sorbo&lt;br /&gt;la que tú reescribirás ,mi penúl&lt;br /&gt;tima página in tlapalli in tlilli&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;broke the crawlspace intowelled&lt;br /&gt;the ,paused and gritty ,chewed&lt;br /&gt;wall beneath the ,where’s temp&lt;br /&gt;oral crowd was herd ,floor&lt;br /&gt;,not limit ,of gnat’s restriction&lt;br /&gt;,universe’s ,hell and birth&lt;br /&gt;in the rotting wood  .the&lt;br /&gt;tiny ,stuffed with mud ,cars&lt;br /&gt;and marbles ,of their inner&lt;br /&gt;glow just’s memory’s light&lt;br /&gt;,furtive and ,like river’s&lt;br /&gt;dawn ,misty ,like what&lt;br /&gt;from the buttocks’ shot&lt;br /&gt;,awakened from beans  .toward&lt;br /&gt;the central drain I dragged&lt;br /&gt;,my self with a wrench and&lt;br /&gt;torch ,and on, where’s twitching&lt;br /&gt;my tongue I thought ,on a shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-7954892819930465023?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7954892819930465023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/3-poems-john-m-bennett.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7954892819930465023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7954892819930465023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/02/3-poems-john-m-bennett.html' title='3 poems || John M. Bennett'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-1284560427479233375</id><published>2012-01-31T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T00:38:37.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>text || Peter Ganick</title><content type='html'>from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mobile structures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infotainment claw nevertheless ingenious frill contingency territorial motto lasix blurring avid earliest gratitude moat borrower sizing awhile comparative occlusion thosethen relate vivo cranial sobriquet imagine alto maelstrom agitate lossless anvil perpetuity intuit lagoon periscope fido senior sass cartel nosegays midst agoraphiliacs today credits everywhere incur alignment toss alchemy fissile thatthereas felicity boisson caveat light rhythm exigent alcove paean topical memorize gnat shoppe worn orangerie thatthen sulk move ingrain elegant ceilings woofer animate borrow anisette notion lasso thanthere pacify melds enigmatic volition boar engrave onsite thensome agrophobia demiurge letterset monstration evidence perilous bitten orison trafficking milliliters slack large euphonic denizen pretense noting rampant sgraffito enough remind sold instance faring whereintofore insure certitude mellow grapple incurs enigmatic vast plight seizure noema sorting volute bon mot seizure palsy sledding gullible routers cenotaph effigy alto nescience thanthose oxymoron also vestigial premonition alchemy dowse nominal bookish valence topic elide vendor palo tendons liege amidst flock ahoy crumpet island entrust distend hoax beguine iamb elemental coincide aleut eventual scrappy nighttime oases genetic also neithers 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considerable reticule ascot burin sacking eccles debates endarchy seldom granulate modest niceties sleek oath persist veneer donor slurpie vanguarded motto slats either vacuous threnody inventory gluon thatthen concentric palliative omission once once those repeat once and once through parlance thorough selflessness once waken once thatthose remote listener connote avarice toon seraphim outer wash cold hatter mumble documents hasp arpeggio contextual either waistcoat melding happiness equivalent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-1284560427479233375?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/1284560427479233375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/text-peter-ganick_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1284560427479233375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1284560427479233375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/text-peter-ganick_31.html' title='text || Peter Ganick'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-958190663244865133</id><published>2012-01-31T00:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T00:33:44.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 pomes || Billy Bob Beamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POMEr ailro ad t eam s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;railroad teams  buffer  appeal.  reminiscent  bicycles  stress   comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping coaches reach patterns.  resolve emphasizes instant reflexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soundtrack flashes throughout the ruined station.  painted conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mature change exists.  alarm struggles outside  clipped wires and steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should  selected nonsense train.  fine degenerate? passwords assume all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does  benefit resolve  tragedy? debate sickens on top  of  swim ming cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sequential ingredient updates  paint.  moving train. quibble jokes  overail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lo[uv]ere[dPOME[79]9sou[pst]one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go[ldfo]on[ bl]oc[k at]on[al f]or[tun]ate[ sc]ho[o[nerc]o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t]bia[s d]orts[ch]fa]il [ra[in ]e[mpt]y h[eng]e cl[imb]in[g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ho[rse ]wre[nch ca]ter[fall c]oug[h]scr]ew s[m[al]l ]s]t[ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ha[irli]g[ht ]dap[pe]r blo[om[ fo]p [mar]sh do[wn]er[ gon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do]la so[lid ]mi[sh ]foe[ar f]le[etsc]uck[er] to]sh b[lin]k s[li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ce[d a]st[rapl]a[ne tas]tyb[e]gin[nin]g do[m]e ro[n ra]t [to]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m[e f]ip[ple] fa[st s]ch[ho]on [mo]on jau]nd[ic]ed fli[ghtma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r’gar[ine] fl[ap]dig[gin]g re[s po]tas[siu]m[nod] lo[ngs]tru[n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; di]n [tra]vels[ d]e voi[dch]am[ber] broc[coli d[ead] leit[m]o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ti[f ]car tok]ens[ spla]t[ter b]oun[d [d]up]lica[te f]oll[ow tote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m’slip[pe]ry f[ar]e mo[nar]chi[cal ]sho[rts]to[p fe]rvi[d cl]ose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et[ no]w in[mo]st sp[in]ner gr[ack]le be[hin]d fu[m]e de[gra]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din]gfa[rci]al hu[ma]nica[n]ni[ster] as[hen ]wo[otin]g do]odle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POMEnee ded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forGR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nee ded l[=-is;’][ liv er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was ‘[[]=not [eve.;’  ./;ry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one s ee],,lpo pon -==;’yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to get strai ;’[]]=/’=twit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h o lor dymaster [\yes o do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arst petalsr min ;’e. dimch irp\ 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skel,.[-etal sup[]port s fr[e]i gh t1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he[ alth;’[]-= bu ]c’ket ,.;[ red li[n]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mes./’[amis[]ob sc[u]re in vesti.,p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gat .;’[--=ION Nee  l[=-is liv er ee de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humo n’g;’[-ou’s pres[]sur e fli [e]ght y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ alth;’[]-= bu ]c’ket ,.;[ red li[n] []]=/’=t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wit one s ee],,lpo pon -==;’yup p vesti.,;’G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to get strai ;’[]]=/’=twit mu ]c’ket ,.;[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red li[n]h o lor dymaster [\yes o do[ liv er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POMEsUilIf341&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bo[nvi]nléon8341[866fr]en]ch[w&lt;br /&gt;ate[rco]l]ori[sthan]ged[him]self[f]&lt;br /&gt;ro[matre[ei]n[thefor[est[of]me]ud&lt;br /&gt;on[af[terap]arisia[n]deal]er[rej]te&lt;br /&gt;ct[e]d]hi[s[pa]inti]ng[]s[rej]erej]e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dithyrambPOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;an] cien]t gre]eceacho[ra]cha]n[tofaw[il]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;danda[ban]d[one[]d[nat]ur[eh]en[cea]ny&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;p[oe]mo[rs]imi[lar]co[mp]os][it]io[]nof]th&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[is [na]tur[ee]sp[eci]ally[on[eof]irr[eg]ul[&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ar]for[md]ith[yr]a[m][b]ic[]dj[co[mp]os]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[it]io[]nof]th p[oe]mo[rs]imi[lar]co[mp]os&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;][it]io[]nof]th p[oe]mo[rs]imi[lar]co[m nof]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;               p]os][it]io[]nof]th&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-958190663244865133?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/958190663244865133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/5-pomes-billy-bob-beamer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/958190663244865133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/958190663244865133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/5-pomes-billy-bob-beamer.html' title='5 pomes || Billy Bob Beamer'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-5790758391892537117</id><published>2012-01-30T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:48:36.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 poems || John M. Bennett</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;bag of tongues ∩ bleeds S the&lt;br /&gt;fridge’s air in ,~falls~ out across&lt;br /&gt;the floor___∩ my spinning neck §&lt;br /&gt;to the steaming≈ windo&lt;br /&gt;w □~ walked my swallowed&lt;br /&gt;,gulf it’s ,if dribbled ,,,shirt ,the&lt;br /&gt;porchlight ● blackened ,wr&lt;br /&gt;inkled where Ih ,efffluenza&lt;br /&gt;churned ,wrote the contents&lt;br /&gt;,like bees rotting ,of the plas&lt;br /&gt;tic Ʊ bag  .nor knife " nor&lt;br /&gt;hung the sopping ,yet legible&lt;br /&gt;,still ,▒ note ,like naked feet&lt;br /&gt;,crawling from my ,hair ’’’&lt;br /&gt;enshrouded ,mind ,the st&lt;br /&gt;icky ,insistent was ,dust&lt;br /&gt;or archive of the putrifact&lt;br /&gt;,the lunge /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the flooded ,insular if thigh ,socks&lt;br /&gt;tepid far ,envisioned still ,below&lt;br /&gt;the chin your chest toward tilts&lt;br /&gt;,was ,drugged and wove ,hair ,a&lt;br /&gt;,snipping ,wave ,yes smothered like&lt;br /&gt;,what hour regressed ,time nor tic&lt;br /&gt;king of tongued ,tho gagging ,shoe&lt;br /&gt;dripping the bed’s beneath’s  .the&lt;br /&gt;surface ,with shirts with arms&lt;br /&gt;with trees entire an tires de&lt;br /&gt;flated ,masks their heads gone&lt;br /&gt;sunk ,shivered and shimmered&lt;br /&gt;in the choking sun  .a bowl&lt;br /&gt;,thickened with mud ,of rice ,on&lt;br /&gt;,above the yawn ,a rock ,where&lt;br /&gt;the turbulent earth was sea an&lt;br /&gt;I ,in my pocket ,was hand my&lt;br /&gt;icy fist ,my mouth with grav&lt;br /&gt;el full ,and a cloud ,gravid with&lt;br /&gt;grit ,returns&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;soaked my broom cloud eat&lt;br /&gt;mutter blank drone sigh&lt;br /&gt;wrinkle where my lunch&lt;br /&gt;consumes the pickled feet&lt;br /&gt;o shoeless mind hot haw I&lt;br /&gt;tightened up my dreamy swi&lt;br /&gt;mming through la M al the&lt;br /&gt;mirrored steam still awake my&lt;br /&gt;constipation clock’s ignored&lt;br /&gt;.the lethal bees inside your&lt;br /&gt;statue tilts encrusted behind&lt;br /&gt;the thorn garage hold out my&lt;br /&gt;spit-up hand the palm a&lt;br /&gt;plate where yawn begins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-5790758391892537117?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/5790758391892537117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-poems-john-m-bennett_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/5790758391892537117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/5790758391892537117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-poems-john-m-bennett_30.html' title='3 poems || John M. Bennett'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-8254702794291075889</id><published>2012-01-30T12:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T12:26:55.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poems || Jeff Harrison</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Roller Coasters of Phillis Wheatley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ON BEING BROUGHT FROM AFRICA TO AMERICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kingda Ka at Six Flags Great Adventure (Jackson,&lt;br /&gt;New Jersey) is 464 feet &amp; 3118 feet long, with a drop&lt;br /&gt;of 428 feet. a top speed of 128 miles per hour, Kingda&lt;br /&gt;Ka's passengers, handfast meadowlarks born for the sake&lt;br /&gt;of falling between fingers, are not black-thorn, nor oh&lt;br /&gt;awake they are from some indomitable hue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOLIATH OF GATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Top Thrill Dragster goes from zero to&lt;br /&gt;120 mph in 4 seconds. at zero mph it's a hand&lt;br /&gt;inactive and unwary next to a threat'ning maw -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a wounded, sick, or aging brown bat inches away&lt;br /&gt;from an attentive grey-striped cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO S.M. A YOUNG AFRICAN PAINTER, ON SEEING&lt;br /&gt;HIS WORKS FOR THE FIRST TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder Dolphin passes thru the middle&lt;br /&gt;of a ferris wheel, and, like a poem, is&lt;br /&gt;within the horizon of universal apology with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagoda abruptness; her (T.D.) money all workable,&lt;br /&gt;a second-best peep otherwise or, even, mosque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A HYMN TO THE MORNING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steel Dragon 2000 is the tallest&lt;br /&gt;coaster to use a traditional chain&lt;br /&gt;lift (due to the lift hill's length&lt;br /&gt;2 chains are used) &amp; cost&lt;br /&gt;$50 million, more than a Goya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know how Goya died?&lt;br /&gt;mad in a dark wet house&lt;br /&gt;he drew on the walls&lt;br /&gt;every monkey on a tree&lt;br /&gt;was his story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he began losing the brain&lt;br /&gt;misantropo suddenly&lt;br /&gt;he refugee in his house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO HIS EXCELLENCY GENERAL WASHINGTON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravity Pleasure Switchback Railway, built by&lt;br /&gt;LaMarcus Adna Thompson, was the first roller&lt;br /&gt;coaster in the United States (roller coasters&lt;br /&gt;originated in Russia, then made their way to&lt;br /&gt;France, stealing away under cover of darkness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 cents a ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a nickel&lt;br /&gt;could ne'er help unknot any loftier prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON IMAGINATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Russian Mountains opened in 1804.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Russian Mountains was&lt;br /&gt;the first roller coaster in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Russian Mountains would&lt;br /&gt;dump most its carriages as it&lt;br /&gt;carried them to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Russian Mountains slew&lt;br /&gt;many lovely courtesans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIOBE IN DISTRESS FOR HER CHILDREN&lt;br /&gt;SLAIN BY APOLLO, FROM OVID'S METAMORPHOSIS,&lt;br /&gt;BOOK VI. AND FROM A VIEW OF THE PAINTING&lt;br /&gt;OF MRS. RICHARD WILSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millennium Force was the first roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;to utilize a magnetic braking system. like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most roller coasters, it is taller than the statue&lt;br /&gt;of liberty. golden the pace of Millennium Force --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;golden the pace of all roller coasters,&lt;br /&gt;silver speaks the water to their eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they move as a glass stream - the grass&lt;br /&gt;has burned down &amp; the water gets dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in love they are with this short planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunwards you streams to what sunshine? I'm&lt;br /&gt;fearful that my pace could be thus golden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-8254702794291075889?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/8254702794291075889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/poems-jeff-harrison_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/8254702794291075889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/8254702794291075889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/poems-jeff-harrison_30.html' title='poems || Jeff Harrison'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-7899601582085648955</id><published>2012-01-27T18:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T18:07:32.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poem || John M. Bennett</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sole Dadas, chunk 9&lt;br /&gt;Transduced from Góngora's Soledades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beets’ sore tray quavered trident&lt;br /&gt;     violated Neptune,&lt;br /&gt;concluded’s hasty alley of ovoid goons,&lt;br /&gt;bees and those whose Sole’s occident&lt;br /&gt;cores him in lecher’s zoo of angled marines’&lt;br /&gt;     turquoised curtains.&lt;br /&gt;A pest logo of aphid volumes&lt;br /&gt;(somber the Sole and tossing the vents)&lt;br /&gt;of carob’s feltchers, shushed bandaids&lt;br /&gt;simper glorious, simper tremulant,&lt;br /&gt;romping those who arm the plumb’s center&lt;br /&gt;Estragons the isthmus, Alladin’s fire:&lt;br /&gt;the isthmus’ wit all oceans divides,&lt;br /&gt;and, syrup of crystal, juntas empedes&lt;br /&gt;the cables, dull north’s corona,&lt;br /&gt;cons she who illustrates the sure coal escaped&lt;br /&gt;of antarctic strays.&lt;br /&gt;Seconds laid died the second pole&lt;br /&gt;in never’s mirror, which renders him no solo&lt;br /&gt;nor blank hills of his couched bells,&lt;br /&gt;mass of those who log beans not soup nor&lt;br /&gt;     Midas’ metal homicide.&lt;br /&gt;Not the bastard’s dusty eastern element&lt;br /&gt;conduced orcas, listed balls,&lt;br /&gt;immured of mountains’ spume,&lt;br /&gt;infamous blanking his arenas&lt;br /&gt;with tanks of primer’s atrophied&lt;br /&gt;signs, owns the butyl’s last mosses,&lt;br /&gt;pear with’s east’s last signs’&lt;br /&gt;timorous enchained seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Too, Cuddly, too, piss, of the profound&lt;br /&gt;estigian acrids torpid marines,&lt;br /&gt;quantum’s arbored sepulchre the mirror’s fire&lt;br /&gt;     on your guests, disdained.&lt;br /&gt;The promontory that Aeoleo’s shushed rocks&lt;br /&gt;canned hissed the other’s naval grunts&lt;br /&gt;pared the austral ales dunked in jute,&lt;br /&gt;pared the cereal spiral’s poured seen boxes,&lt;br /&gt;doubled alleves, and’s too obstinate antenna&lt;br /&gt;cables the hiss of spherical bone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-7899601582085648955?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7899601582085648955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/poems-john-m-bennett.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7899601582085648955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7899601582085648955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/poems-john-m-bennett.html' title='poem || John M. Bennett'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-2568326051014399547</id><published>2012-01-27T17:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T18:01:02.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 poems || John Pursch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rabbertine Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gao musta einer clooben aram ener phreen &lt;br /&gt;to suxa brenial astrular denimy, &lt;br /&gt;criven the arbvious speta mounchen &lt;br /&gt;dumenstraint peerulage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisted ebond dreien spelunchie kets, &lt;br /&gt;an armeir ox barrelkeet talisment &lt;br /&gt;limpsed owton pon grelting meese fumurs, &lt;br /&gt;thoping and strombola betwose &lt;br /&gt;moochen pur frei crembers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hedgerton whentles eruptinel orp rabbertine soup, &lt;br /&gt;ketchel chot nexter eerm apoital phlagrence, &lt;br /&gt;oolier manipol ench,” &lt;br /&gt;garsonned firtheen of the fringous orlong scoomies, &lt;br /&gt;earchot estance farm dinet etsets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Diatribe Exposure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrangled feats of gargling clowns spill funereal grace and menial police actions, minting goon choices and double-sided dirt balloons, selling caulked maxima to soiled patrons for quartered rebel feet. Umpires vent their prancing tentacles, shouting dubious wishes and called lockout tunes, inching through tollbooth strangles of chalked soap. Cardinal ordinaries film daytime panty raids for arching, checkered cartoons, plotting the integral underflow of cause registers everywhere. A small glass pinnacle endeavors to impress two cute purpose routines with logical comment grease, only to champion a rival’s inadvertent whimsy. Hurtling dervish pumice falls in ashen sheet music from skylight poltroons, effacing each mutinous retreat, groveling for futile diatribe exposure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nibbly Quotan Fermightle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whence yon amulette espels frockian lozen gapenots, &lt;br /&gt;the elbian moritage shilt mockenty boonce dried couzians &lt;br /&gt;of ankled racelet quandra oonce, narifer aquid joont. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armt, zoen exapropen boole felds, &lt;br /&gt;enjiggered via den smouchen odumen, &lt;br /&gt;filaroped by manty earpock deramiters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intermangled when haggendy luckment &lt;br /&gt;sketchoff ortian marmon quats, &lt;br /&gt;each etchy wrestian lother echanic’s groth &lt;br /&gt;pendules monky wiems of cloop taroot, &lt;br /&gt;enardled in eskid modorool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loung efter eine grouber wenta tchangie, &lt;br /&gt;tengine’s twainee athea lometer, &lt;br /&gt;a croset osithen atumple lein. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stampidules agess emon driest farochen steos, &lt;br /&gt;houpling our grait, crausian outh prathta aunder; &lt;br /&gt;whoot maithered etnot nibbly quotan fermightle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Myopian Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reinforced by ladled code, gallons of brains speed by, quaffing atmospheric margins, breeding bent focal points, lost in their ambient intent. Smoothing out the sinusoid, collectible conjectures bleed into imperatives, splashing semantic jumbles and unguided interrupts on luckless limpers, charred to oblivion by the falling dust. Gloved feet fulminate over snorting nasal plenty, fidgeting with gas station travails, tapping out a plastic rhythm, sandwiched between first base and affirmative visions. Optical swoons approach from aisles deserted, reading shoes tamp down the automated spew, noses bleat a tuning fork’s hungry whistle, and breakfasts deny the second-hand magazine’s napkin, shearing off eyebrow lint. Great wave machinery waxes the moonlit embolism, raising many sails, adjourning till neap tide repeals the myopian dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-2568326051014399547?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/2568326051014399547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-poems-john-pursch_27.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/2568326051014399547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/2568326051014399547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-poems-john-pursch_27.html' title='4 poems || John Pursch'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-8978855275777322164</id><published>2012-01-25T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:13:20.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 poems || John M. Bennett</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;X&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my spiral torch my rift leg my&lt;br /&gt;you could’s itcher fold ,the&lt;br /&gt;light flamer coughy off the&lt;br /&gt;railing’s spat’s into ah wake un&lt;br /&gt;spell the charper hair the&lt;br /&gt;barking gulls’ plunged the&lt;br /&gt;mind ,yr spanners ,the&lt;br /&gt;stalling’s left ,a crown of&lt;br /&gt;rabbit’s feet an oozing where&lt;br /&gt;,craw yr nails a cross ,pull&lt;br /&gt;et gobb et sock et’s wr&lt;br /&gt;ithing plume my next  .so&lt;br /&gt;ritch the sky so ton gued the&lt;br /&gt;soap so’s ,piltdown’s skull’s&lt;br /&gt;,nor wormy sherds the weft&lt;br /&gt;writ in ,slime I wandered far&lt;br /&gt;to right an empty stream≈&lt;br /&gt;,barely ticking in the dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hop gash trounced not peldaño&lt;br /&gt;imitado ni un muro folded&lt;br /&gt;like yr tea pañuelo ,lentes em&lt;br /&gt;papados con tu sangre con tu&lt;br /&gt;risa con las pulgas emplas&lt;br /&gt;tadas de tus dichos nec&lt;br /&gt;róticos ,felpudos tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;gristly too ,toward the shad&lt;br /&gt;ow shirting in the door’s non&lt;br /&gt;listoid necked ,a clambersome&lt;br /&gt;one ,meaty deboned ,swoll&lt;br /&gt;where’s scrawling up the&lt;br /&gt;,bedroom full of mist and&lt;br /&gt;hair my habit’s tower’s k&lt;br /&gt;notted ,rabbity ,tumbled&lt;br /&gt;in the all 5 corners in&lt;br /&gt;the closet where the&lt;br /&gt;window’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;; ; ; brack suit ╤ ╤ shell ti&lt;br /&gt;me ○○○○ com/ba/t/an/t re&lt;br /&gt;forma █ heel steam la≈c≈us≈&lt;br /&gt;tr≈e ojo aguado de los Itzaes ●≈&lt;br /&gt;haw the ~snake~ drawls ahead a&lt;br /&gt;head ∩ )∩( it’s jail snore y&lt;br /&gt;ou turd the slant / luggage&lt;br /&gt;“whiff” of doorknob clothing&lt;br /&gt;steaming in the toilet Ũ clods&lt;br /&gt;an necks ~║ choke the sugar&lt;br /&gt;mask ☻ crawling on your floor id&lt;br /&gt;]coughing dreams the morning’s ash[&lt;br /&gt;yr sleep ~= inside the sleeve’s&lt;br /&gt;a dune ,nor rent ,a roof ∆&lt;br /&gt;angled toward the dumpster hul&lt;br /&gt;king █ in the alley ___▄__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-8978855275777322164?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/8978855275777322164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-poems-john-m-bennett_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/8978855275777322164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/8978855275777322164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-poems-john-m-bennett_25.html' title='3 poems || John M. Bennett'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-7568659697364181292</id><published>2012-01-24T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:43:31.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>text || Peter Ganick</title><content type='html'>from&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; mobile structures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noun seismic aggression prelude oeuvre bon mot achilles risotto silence torn signet gavel antebellum thanthose successive borderline mirages stated eject premonition scrip genome notify schism oomph adventure salsify boho ceiling emigrate necessity framing calisto eeriest goblin heroism nineteenth nerve robust gradient slept sistine vacate emulator beeper trot inversely commensurate moccasin literal felicitous gag orbit easel magus imperial tort ensemble thatthan cull remedy apperception lest hashed othered willow denier from tore thatthose preempt widen seldom tremulous attention which soonsudden everlasting moralese eccles toss gestural isolater mode through which evening satyr essay bottled washer cordillera waterspout oilcan terminalize atomic zones throw niacin melody breaker isness scrutiny accord inscrutable delta foible amaze mattering slam dungaree silence widely scampers cellar office history offerings stalwart thosethese emulate iterating selfless endarchy negator ensemble iterating solidarity eachness once lexical once once thisness occasion numerous claw baking strum ontology shuffle animate calling rooftop accomplice situate emptiness once once then once mobility secretes eccles dossier hostages demiurge slurring qualifiers close options allargando those breviary valkyrie basinet coerce immaterial coefficient sez ezra pinochle thosethen considerable reticule ascot burin sacking eccles debates endarchy seldom granulate modest niceties sleek oath persist veneer donor slurpie vanguarded motto slats either vacuous threnody inventory gluon thatthen concentric palliative omission once once those repeat once and once through parlance thorough selflessness once waken once thatthose remote listener connote  avarice toon seraphim outer wash cold hatter mumble documents hasp arpeggio contextual either waistcoat melding happiness equivalent grateful snipper easel nth hub stronghold emissary thatthan cluster movement insofaras vents wallboard butter hiatus elemental carousel urreal conifer ousia thatthen scruple duplicitous thosethat therethen simple occlusion thatness wilderness once once panegyric asking token vertical routine echelon sterile notifier syllogism noon tread steadfast notice amputee least moodswing poof reach eggs howdy noesis brethren salsify vigule opaque mitten escutcheon thanthere noggin settle veins seldom passer vendor wimps overture alienate motto structural indemnify clumsy bearing donor slight either waiting resistance botox humulin acacia dorsal impeach noted knot knit earlier sconce thorough intractable unsufferable oceanic fowl aisle centrism toast inversely percipient ambiguity bulletin accordance cake naiad notus versive whichever unseeing vale throw vindaloo spume thosethis goggle ratify borg ironic asemic overshot urreal thatthen scotfree accuracy debatable inroad numerous lasso rebec gentrify acme specious threefold utterly spoken oiseau piker mirage urreal clime thosethan lorrybound intent uptown isness wildflowers agreeable intentions ego los angels nounal ghost vellum onerous contingency thosethere paprika einsam bleu chakra augur thosethen simultaneity once once territorial desk jotter inventory salute noon placebo sturdy epochal mirror sgraffito envoi thereon asleep hejira waken snail patter economize zone throughput exegetic amalgams elemental coiling returnable dowse folderol avenue foil thatthen urreal occasional tentative snit aprille cogency rendezvous those rerun signature infectious that sacrum folding chaise lounge inner mandala broke abyssal comment arcade pinball iterate mob creator slat haptic luck ingenuous thosethese regularize contrastive once pounce thosethe settler cistern ovation lenient acclimate bottled washer coast motto delirium parnassus etiology announce tilde onset rheumatic genial surfeit nomos rush caking lesser admonish combattimento lest verbatim each hut shelter watershop deign remedy nothing slurpie ontic valkyries entrance obliquity envelop selfless escapism thosethen refurbish eerie lastingly premonition fun show harrow villanelle noces derive paprika thrufare hotter asemic otherwise burial clobber acme each perpetual explanation federal scent infernal poitrine thatthose agenda once once those replicate oversight neither each gestures enough paramita elocution listless agonize moitie les angels cultural inquiry qi thatness wallboard reification soapbox geist onset preen also brook stale waters shown follow necessity combine aquifier evening stratify blockage naan boat either active ganymede opulent chorus elicit avenir those scrutiny aspirate resonant zot happiness about apres matelot voiceovers amicable throughput eachless excellence hundreded inflame double tariff sephardim neogeo specialize contingent naming slurpie astral congerie nom oddity ghost rim aeolian gabardine russet genesis tartan liaison fuelcan puree skimmer lotus evoke nth seite variable overhaul gentry balance contrast vine ketone thatthen foible thunder proof ensemble ghost thoroughthe niceties aghast nob knowledge neuron secrete acumen throughthose prelude motion spanner clef illbient amazement ivory aegean thosethere ingredient eprouve also once through fold eon slit gentry anno dominate newsprint vicarious thereins foible knowhow deity classic overshot untidy norm entity anno tertiary seldom paramiita ecospasm tenet slight imbibe selective oratory sleigh bailiff agenda fuselage emotional cell wilderness introvert emulates seraphimous vielle revoke aspen schemata violate notions least numerous agitprop evince aleut non tempo overhal reeling state folders engulf parsec deployment incroyable small talon sleight parsex delirious that mitten scrap holding nightfall interpret seldom immodest fob nightfallen site washing loiter mainsail deep skeleton agreeable rename outer science persist agenda mitten scarab otherwise iconic thankful redolence thosethere once once thorugh parallel nitrogen witness affable oilcan hammerklavier rhythmus eachness willy nilly pursuer gracious threnody apache redux&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-7568659697364181292?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-7391905633300525652</id><published>2012-01-24T13:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T13:20:10.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>text || John M. Bennett</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sole Dadas chunk 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arch of cumin, pest, torch,&lt;br /&gt;     which halved coned trouble&lt;br /&gt;poured the fragrant cord of attic’s&lt;br /&gt;gallant seers demented,&lt;br /&gt;of the cancered jovial vestment&lt;br /&gt;(the fort’s humbled corn the cargo graves&lt;br /&gt;     the treks hatchet’s swayed),&lt;br /&gt;swain he offers to queen the busker’s descant&lt;br /&gt;and yea sainted rule, whore’s manse:&lt;br /&gt;mersa the thermal cave’s ha’s husband,&lt;br /&gt;who affects sees not the dulcet concept&lt;br /&gt;which in the lucent day marvels cabbage&lt;br /&gt;during the cords of the negriod guides&lt;br /&gt;hissed to his course acceleration&lt;br /&gt;in quantum sub furors pardoned the vents.&lt;br /&gt;Memos in renunciating tore the signal&lt;br /&gt;     stranger’s errand,&lt;br /&gt;who in reclining the memos fatigued&lt;br /&gt;suffers the grain whose vistas fine&lt;br /&gt;his maddened bell, deploying emanation&lt;br /&gt;in the vested roses his coil.&lt;br /&gt;Saluted the toads courteously,&lt;br /&gt;     and admired no means&lt;br /&gt;of the seriphs who corresponded,&lt;br /&gt;the somber solicitations of runny pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-7391905633300525652?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7391905633300525652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/text-john-m-bennett.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7391905633300525652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7391905633300525652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/text-john-m-bennett.html' title='text || John M. Bennett'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-7077154154723523962</id><published>2012-01-24T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T12:31:03.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pome || Billy Bob Beamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POME5t6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its witches it&lt;br /&gt;switches&lt;br /&gt;swit it wit tit&lt;br /&gt;-ano[n]m ie&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;duckany one forbid ;[[denip’    ;[=&lt;br /&gt;plepict  ure lig h/t plas][];/=   tictoe&lt;br /&gt;shu ran fo rut dope  cah‘.],]  hal  []=le&lt;br /&gt;robow  loftob ac co’’;[]= ‘[]gateat&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“birthdaynudelicates sin/ .;[p,/sata&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Man ytric k\sag a bra  []p-==ves the&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Her ]]mitis bo okfro m’] mis stletoe&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;sun —newsic k ton ig ht\lour toba co&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;/ an gelwin g\s botti vehi molytyp-‘;[[&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;intja anait ede iava stexpo sedwe;p[p-1&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;aponros es flo ors[dersblee]d de docks2&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;fol oety [--9;’;’”kalds;kik rojreje—ploop&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[090-4oko jifliki [p’p; wat er dow now oo]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;th aty rou lo outyr buttdo wocow seemlyfo&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ist[p[p8-0=’;[[[l;.,. ran fo rut dope  cal‘.],]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hal teat tr eat]=-bissleeapissr [][--8//.’ What&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;everhe math/’[;[-0thickdar kne s]s clo sedon&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;go odlit tlew\hit e dres swait ing;’=-- p]a tien&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;h……o……………..tly’;;[-0=-[;[‘.,//tlytlytly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-7077154154723523962?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7077154154723523962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/pome-billy-bob-beamer_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7077154154723523962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7077154154723523962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/pome-billy-bob-beamer_24.html' title='pome || Billy Bob Beamer'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-5295819644844586794</id><published>2012-01-23T20:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T20:25:51.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>text || Peter Ganick</title><content type='html'>from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mobile structures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midstream media res thosethan replicator mocha borrower clannish wakefulness lacunae nth coquin sluggish nescience sandeesh norm meritocracy hapton elaborate otherwise sackbut hammering slat einsam those broken world ship mountain severe alienate niceties lean tonation elaborate matinee nature signatory ethos thanthere waterfallen once clustering sanctity aforemention sleuth barnstorming august memorize opaque lesser those reflector nimble basinet qua tine lost lossless finding found theorem thatthen equation lug soapbox eachness willow spurn thanthere riffle activate moribund isomer vacancy telco burin eachness literal coif snippet laissez fortitude impulse figurine alchemic slippery calcification epistle onset boa ersatz utterance thosethan foresting nibble aquamarine that assignation emerging salada otherwise parsec vedette sample another infotainment also repatriate exchequer vanishing parallax eggless infinite malaprop seize notification wherewithal noetic salaam gist vacant lesser those reflex contusion thosethen refuel bottleneck illbience thosethan reflecting parsec dub trot immigrate columnar betweens thethen affirmative lots glom thatthen pristine cactus oiled amulet impervious thread elixir motionless aggregate ultrafine simulate nth holdout seize remit assure cohere palatial motto signature iffiness watershed partook genus regulate grecian urteil simulacra intersecting vacuous throttle imperial noces dotting send falsity waving secret introduce caliph emittance therefrom agitate motions elan dorito swept highlands emit vermicelli thatthen surfacing elsewhere infrequency though fraught imbalance noetic assail cookie routine also tendon salts lesser thosethen either waiting jar veep each letterset novena clockwork galleon cosmoses therethen supine grating assertive motto assume rumor signal doorway mobius lackless intersperse golem bone settle elite phantasm replica torrent ousia thatthen scroll tread move serendipitous therethan glitterati mogul nascent burl quiescent matrices debate molecular fins affirmative scoot envision cherry anchor slipshod thetis remoulade onset lagoon alignment possible refuel clause incisor nomenclature espouses gratitude milling paperwork thosethen replicate agreeable dulcet prime attain slumber assertion closure trochee degrees elite seltzer affreux thosethemed nescience drooping plasticity knave incroyable thatthrough surmounting eachness swindle lexicon grumpy schedule quiescence tenuto acclimate cul de saccharin elsewise formidable occasions neither watered sofa collapsible threnody accrual debonaire effete canes acceleration venial noetic aporia urreal cluster integer scenario dulcet browse feisty anode malapropism those funning salsa creatin oversight implosion regurgitate melanin overgrown thymus away granite surfaces deliberate other motto acid-free insulator evening stroll abrogate milling stricken waits elegant lineate seize announce motored vague slumping through figurine elaborate macaw imperil snippet cairn overload mitten scaling trampolene doublet maitreya listed ancillary behaviorism genetic avid enough partook scenario douce balcony dent abstinence slightly approach demimonde network solar boot capstan migraine basinet rollicking defensive thosethough presume ditto regulatory bozo flamboyance deliberating coast acetone vanishing preside mannered gentile nsaids flourish apse until recursion thosethen prelude vocation mosquito emblematic vernal close haptic evolution mortise vale render pliable mica torus element sanctity accord enter alit levity chromosome letters delays inversely nope stratification intellitext voiceover sidereal thosethat iterating selfless battlement coronet either mullah valet motions spansule igloo benzene imitator scelsi veneer nib panache doubter invite vicarious therein situate romantic vehicle ultrafine senescent marionettes debate surface omnibus etiquette salaud mosquito windless spanning remote asleep culvery beyond siding clarity envoi thatthen circumstance thorough balcony steamfitter incredulous ensemble thatthen stipple ousia returning asemic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-5295819644844586794?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-1139993758690953718</id><published>2012-01-22T21:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T21:52:40.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 pomes || Billy Bob Beamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POMEquoteoda&lt;br /&gt;qu ot e   o he&lt;br /&gt;day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;pass  atthis t&lt;br /&gt;imean d p lace&lt;br /&gt;sihoe be co me&lt;br /&gt;al l onf ire w&lt;br /&gt;ith z eal thou&lt;br /&gt;ght&lt;br /&gt;wo uldf indout&lt;br /&gt;if h isapa thy&lt;br /&gt;w erere al oro&lt;br /&gt;nly ass u medo&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;deserves inste&lt;br /&gt;ad of be ingth&lt;br /&gt;e innocent cig&lt;br /&gt;arb ut t unhap&lt;br /&gt;py in strument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POMEmomen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hAwthorn liquid.  Stir ring da ystrea ms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toll all u pout.  Fo rtr ess clothedo  men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell exce ed.ed   redlimits tou rna il flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spe aking king dom. “befor goblas h now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be w ith drings. Sublet “pairstalkiah then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now again. Defe at to lophelah       br inc  re&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lasting moti onless. choiadah    plac enor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;th “piec eive. standby  put par se clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pa r d.on…………………………momen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1he at wol ds ra the rloos e te r min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olo gyis en ou ghtoma keany res pe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c ta blep hilo sop he r crin gee.g.  he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d is tin ct ion b etwe en mo der nan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dcon temp orar yart.   ore over  h re&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ar esoma ny ster eoty pesrom ant  ici&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zedid easan doa ded con cep tsab ou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t hena tu reo fart an dits crea tin tha ta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rt p rofes si onals  ca narely com mun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ca tecle arly w ithea choth erlet alo  ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gi veth ela y per so naleg u ptow ard a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nun ders tan din gitis be yo n dhe sco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2pe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fhis ex hibi ti on to pro videan y bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sol utio nsto thi silem mabut thow  prêt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tymu cho wso hel  l  stereo typ ic assum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3po&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hamo dernan don emp orar y rt isor ev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erwas fun m ena l lyor uni ver sally an ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clas sicalan data sta rtow ard more cla r ity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-1139993758690953718?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/1139993758690953718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-pomes-billy-bob-beamer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1139993758690953718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1139993758690953718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-pomes-billy-bob-beamer.html' title='3 pomes || Billy Bob Beamer'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-2541552652818611119</id><published>2012-01-22T18:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:05:25.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>haibun || Sheila E. Murphy</title><content type='html'>Unceasing tree light in the mid-range as if story-laden sacrifice were drawn&lt;br /&gt;by hand, and suddenly surprising warmth could stay. I tell my sit-com&lt;br /&gt;anchor that the welding will just wait. When we are ready, branches&lt;br /&gt;can be joined as virtually as eyesight will endure. Is accuracy&lt;br /&gt;famous? The crowd is willing, but the heart still leaks self love. The only&lt;br /&gt;metric on the threshold of a dousing in the iceless river is fluidity.&lt;br /&gt;Who sanctions inner space? If cubic feet were verified, one could depend&lt;br /&gt;upon the depths. If food supply assumed more color than the garden's,&lt;br /&gt;we might last. A dress rehearsal needs no dress, apart from pantomimeo,&lt;br /&gt;regression, and the lurking of a manager. Now and then, it's daytime.&lt;br /&gt;When the supernatural resumes its pleasant temps. Copy that.&lt;br /&gt;Define a little thing like morning when the inclination comes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rapport, weeds occupying gardens, no more social playthings, only&lt;br /&gt;faces making or absorbing sotto light&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sheila E. Murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-2541552652818611119?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/2541552652818611119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/2541552652818611119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/2541552652818611119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_22.html' title='haibun || Sheila E. Murphy'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-5879975127061750829</id><published>2012-01-22T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:03:14.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 poems || John Pursch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anglen Fer Phreshies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can floogal arameters preeng the felvent snurge, &lt;br /&gt;austerbilial and chenict dons en smooterence, &lt;br /&gt;wheether mon pentulem greason chathe flies &lt;br /&gt;cudon plouds of hormant, silious croth? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yer balken kad smercine brontibular awn, &lt;br /&gt;doober and auspicially unbothied &lt;br /&gt;into thrine moostie chonce arugens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poom ayentie ormal hitchraf, &lt;br /&gt;pheximental and orpen upon &lt;br /&gt;ein flome turen eetcher, &lt;br /&gt;gravlen or anglen fer phreshies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kybarphel zein orran treinskel, &lt;br /&gt;whoogling our amiturous mounstre, &lt;br /&gt;ploffing up und espearence wipened &lt;br /&gt;old bladdermen, housegon shaeperlie, &lt;br /&gt;auxposed to gemtrone queets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Knockoffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flopping a spent orchestra’s malaprop piano, anxiety’s blue, possessive edge plays tournament whist at theaters near the origin, puncturing discussion groups with tethered elan. Hobbling among the planet’s girdled flesh, wrist keepers plant angora knockoffs on segregated, iconic patsies, implying pasty contusion kits. Semblance settlers move east, against the alternating current tryst, etching our final memories in plastic, granular cocoons. We fly, we shine, we slide up empty banisters of conscious intent, fallacious in our detrimental cause, fleeing toward angstroms of simulated wood. Peak canyons urge a bottleneck to shiver in the ambient forest, chipping rows of elevated towns from cliff pendants, flooding deer patrols with factoids, inciting polyglots to silent urgings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Estermon and Erimon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anchenflugen arch moulich and fromert &lt;br /&gt;saminian gharuntle oomie effluxim, &lt;br /&gt;when jeerant quodes espear ozine astrulage, &lt;br /&gt;eponsified whiet speals begonged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chout urminal denteroph, &lt;br /&gt;mauntered by our scutter, &lt;br /&gt;eprunet and jamieraphlon, &lt;br /&gt;chubbingly moxian, &lt;br /&gt;genectian and scareen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whidgency mobtainoth, &lt;br /&gt;ouvered in the amb’s doriumped rimace, &lt;br /&gt;malitoben and carpenal,” &lt;br /&gt;a luxin pule of estermon’s crebb orangered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ix, tureline chujump galein, &lt;br /&gt;hatchy welmon gravine,” &lt;br /&gt;spounted erimon’s ference apoun, &lt;br /&gt;scettular and betwosen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greven der mounible bilities, &lt;br /&gt;whance kenbuggle a floozin’s mert carute &lt;br /&gt;and habajuckie hein mesi-hocal whaifcoat, &lt;br /&gt;trainy roan tumine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Twi-Night Doubleheader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gemlike quality, springing from rhumbas recorded in palatial spark gap salons, adjusts our ocular etchings to seep just enough filtered eyewash through routine embers, granting purchase to the dogma. Dates fall, graven and orotund, timed by hilltop granaries, to tepid morality bins, caught in cottage rye sprockets, sluiced to frozen cheese. Central demographic motes preen a taste for mass moment yearning from census resolvers, humming atonal mirror shots, reveling in choice patrol amblings. Brocades imbue our alternating whimsy with panoplies of jet-fueled rectories and hallmarks of untimely girth, expelling falsely held, enamoured pinnacles. Glowing on a doubleheader’s stretched covenant, effusive cockatoos plead for underground spangles, settling for singular homing runes. Univocal wombats break bleating tambourines of annular ambits in orbital tutelage, trussing up a grassy newt’s art fair, mechanical and attentive. Turning to weathered, featureless omens, we spread whirled carbon, monetizing Vincent’s aural miscue, shaving wheat fields of honeyed pollen, bleaching the beeswax from blindingly indolent strokes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-5879975127061750829?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/5879975127061750829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-poems-john-pursch_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/5879975127061750829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/5879975127061750829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-poems-john-pursch_22.html' title='4 poems || John Pursch'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-612308084999424265</id><published>2012-01-22T12:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T12:42:08.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 poems || John M. Bennett</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;rumbo ,nodder ,flakes of&lt;br /&gt;dreamed skin not left ,where&lt;br /&gt;empty book ,a wheel gristles&lt;br /&gt;in my gutter ,allá te rajas&lt;br /&gt;,fonético ,phones the air&lt;br /&gt;,deep rolling backward and a&lt;br /&gt;grime welling in my ear ,tu&lt;br /&gt;mbarlítico el cielo ¿qué dijo?&lt;br /&gt;piedra invisible mas la&lt;br /&gt;shadow clothes ,famous&lt;br /&gt;like your twerp confection&lt;br /&gt;,runny tools skreeking on&lt;br /&gt;the glass  .was told was&lt;br /&gt;lot was knotty was un&lt;br /&gt;blended on your forking sh&lt;br /&gt;oe I set off un each one&lt;br /&gt;,doubletime ,swallowed lard&lt;br /&gt;and passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the jailed nostril soap re&lt;br /&gt;daction spreads my foggy&lt;br /&gt;comb’s trot out the pill&lt;br /&gt;runner ,bloaty shape of&lt;br /&gt;chill the hamster steak&lt;br /&gt;long grunting in my bed&lt;br /&gt;your thistled light my&lt;br /&gt;strung slowed pee  .))best&lt;br /&gt;drain the cow nailed a&lt;br /&gt;gainst your Thermidor&lt;br /&gt;,a tank leaks ,time con&lt;br /&gt;gestion ,fills my ear and&lt;br /&gt;I you flavor with the mi&lt;br /&gt;rror’s back crushed the&lt;br /&gt;comprimido ,frase impac&lt;br /&gt;to ,me quiero nadiear ,su&lt;br /&gt;nido en los gusanitos de mi&lt;br /&gt;cara ((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my mot mute ,corner ,welter&lt;br /&gt;or snore shaper twitching&lt;br /&gt;in a blanket ,not ,tested ,s&lt;br /&gt;aw the  h u r l e d  brick your&lt;br /&gt;depth of feel the stinging form&lt;br /&gt;dog’s sheet dentition ,subrepticio&lt;br /&gt;,azucarado ,ladrillo ladrado en&lt;br /&gt;el fondo del agua lacrante&lt;br /&gt;,like a cloved ,an dipped ,the&lt;br /&gt;sheety street steams as I&lt;br /&gt;,passage walked thickly bl&lt;br /&gt;inded by ,what hisses ,the&lt;br /&gt;taquería con su vaho madre&lt;br /&gt;,nothing nor I said ,waiting ,for&lt;br /&gt;the whistle escrito ,ay ,mano&lt;br /&gt;,¿dónde? ,)pigeon shitting on a&lt;br /&gt;pole  ⌠     .   (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-612308084999424265?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/612308084999424265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-poems-john-m-bennett.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/612308084999424265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/612308084999424265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-poems-john-m-bennett.html' title='3 poems || John M. Bennett'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-5716456652935288887</id><published>2012-01-21T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T17:49:12.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>text || Peter Ganick</title><content type='html'>from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mobile structure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from told episode tent enamel oratory blunt remoot as subjective attention listen entice torn rotor edict glitterati melodic flamboyance told harpoon select omnibus immerse loiter bloat fusillade mean tone sturdy about face stony ratchet valise premonition caveat bundling epoch nth shockwave impost vamp sitter itemize reductive amalgams deliberate melodic strength podium appeasement ultrafine meritocracy thensome parallel syntax gestural pieta isness willingly presentation mollusk fedora bleach unequal refurbish don strata fidelity sorbet insightful semaphore deliberating willow justice rampant sleep byline grommet betterment hologram struck impediment clustering fractal immersion those pressured spaten luster tentative lug story therein slit harpoon excellence torn quiescent than scrimmage other wave inconclusive throughput thankful rostrum presume delicate motto scrupulous gandolf theocritical thematic bulletin niceties trill scrooged imperious gnosis thatness trawl integral nougat mirroring eachless extra traction ruffle nebbish crawler english language revving island site urreal combusion till entities reverse pleiades motto aver commencing tread refugee sincerity nth another willow proclivity those furtherance debut lossless antiquary sentential until typhoon cactus emigrate solo torque snit havings elaborate meld attentive meritocracy untold reflective motto calcify mite seizure plant imitator enough saplings reification lesser thorough planetary surd naming earliest coconut scramble reaffirm locuses denoting ancillary presumption letterset oases those returnables immediacy hosts conic satori once shift envision leery mnemonic delicacy plastic nugget snapfish thrashes deed licensing rutted also raffle arenas classic familiar dacoit boorish thoseness clair descriptive emotional acetone brute stipple graft neither waits entertains libertine sigma chow errata suddenly caftan remote language omnipresence thrall opaque smooth utter encase nothingness waitings easel notebook surface byline othered wipe nothing earlier gentility vagrant echelon praline surreal enticement sine quaff not seitan mirage plymouth muesli noted allies enough syncopate merely shade intrada vehicle bookish waddle striate volitional corpus deliberate motley ortega surd engulf lugubrious transit vale through saucy protege snail potentate mirror slipper ascii mobius thread notting slurpie vault merge nostril snare lotus borrower clime thrash vitamin orchestra mumbling each lea widen site either avails tensile praline moitie ascii premium also brooking salute ainsi les autres least bivalve mittle agenda ensign perplexity vale through surmounts elliptic avail enigmatic oversight barometer lit singularity each noesis reviewer determine alsace elaborative jut shell game tertiary holding value bottle isness waits motion blotto until remaining nil protected gneiss from telling lido temerity sparring etiquettes libation elsewise protention elasticity deliberates snaring presumption assurance debate mirroring suddenly cohere isness wail rooftop iffiness numerous least niter also veneer listen feint avails other gnosis transient lasso attentive motto size balancing teeth acclimate bitterly sanitize merrily presume noun garrulous theatre soft blood readings elicit babble incurs genetic albumen slat haptic sentential bordello nob holding spacious name onomatopoeia justice avails deliberative mode scrutinize assertive material qi vanishing meritocracy deferences lot smite astral numb sitters claque nothing sling listless advocate otherwise miller yet answer node parallax redo novice ancillary border nib strict genetic perpetual insomniac litotes vacuity prevaricate mollify note about gradient silencing silence urreal vulcan mirror nutmeg vyasa itemize vulnerable qualia echo vessel oregano paradigm energetic also goblin utterly sudden trepidation utensil nothing larousse onsite velcro platinum debut view ptarmigan wizard nexus neoprene delicacy bureau noose remix centrism oeuvre coefficient boatshoes yet snail norm sinister acclaim spellcheck voiceover nsaid engulf cull quintuplet vinyl sortie epsilon fabricate del gusto veins mote sieve snooker ivory thatness willing emerge anima neoprene however isthmus calcify remake coefficient dollop matinee listener vernl pieta nostrum ever stipple valve ocarina thensome raptor cherish haeccity vak surd entertain slur motto assignation where widely scholar deliberative motto laissez hum deterrent elite answer japa mentation evaluate numerous vouchsafe toon mirrored aleph neutron also either witnessing clef double dorito grace notifications elsewise foible grateful sobriety ousia thosetheatre ibis quantify elapse not mucho tiger prawns deliberate signatures laughter improvise sclerotic avowal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-5716456652935288887?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/5716456652935288887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/text-peter-ganick_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/5716456652935288887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/5716456652935288887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/text-peter-ganick_21.html' title='text || Peter Ganick'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-3422339549599341938</id><published>2012-01-21T09:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T09:09:34.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>haibun || Sheila E. Murphy</title><content type='html'>Teach (to think) while lavender already snowed upon the center&lt;br /&gt;field of industry (that poise). Offer a cinder, that I might&lt;br /&gt;uptake sweet (sweet) proprietary form. Are you arguably strong,&lt;br /&gt;is there elan in your past tense? If you would only frame&lt;br /&gt;responsible opposing. . . defeat means someone else (bequeathing)&lt;br /&gt;leaves her words mid-breath. In depth the seasonal indifference&lt;br /&gt;recalls a void. The syntax and the homily and tamped sea foam.&lt;br /&gt;Or roasted laver to the finest . . . one relives one's view,&lt;br /&gt;despairs of change. The tree one climbed, one wintered near&lt;br /&gt;the cover of a magazine with gray. All eyesight, were the&lt;br /&gt;words she used for me. She look at only my intensity. She asked&lt;br /&gt;how will this one endure. How will she sit up and take food.&lt;br /&gt;How will water taste. Will she survive. There are no questions.&lt;br /&gt;There is a life span. There are letters. Leaves taken for their&lt;br /&gt;betters in an image. The seed keeps (flowering). Fraction to&lt;br /&gt;fraction. The behest of someone's mind, that person's life. A&lt;br /&gt;structure or a surface or equivalent of cubic feet.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lean-to, all the items gone, a system translated to dual-term&lt;br /&gt;reality&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sheila E. Murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-3422339549599341938?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/3422339549599341938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/3422339549599341938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/3422339549599341938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_21.html' title='haibun || Sheila E. Murphy'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-1662849006405832664</id><published>2012-01-19T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T20:53:26.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 poems || John M. Bennett</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;shat tered thunderbird ,belt chigger&lt;br /&gt;,use of cluck a pit of shrieking&lt;br /&gt;clowns with razors encaminéme&lt;br /&gt;pues ,muralla encrustada con mi&lt;br /&gt;texto in staccato inlascado pulcro&lt;br /&gt;y pulgamática con un ándale&lt;br /&gt;angosto y hormigoso * * * sheer&lt;br /&gt;lake≈ tumbling ,the bottle’s sh&lt;br /&gt;ards my muddy palm gest&lt;br /&gt;ured for a wind a sphere ● of&lt;br /&gt;breath~ ,would murmur in the&lt;br /&gt;noodle ≈soup≈ my doggy tongue&lt;br /&gt;crystal spat upon your thr&lt;br /&gt;one ,p eel and pee l ,knot&lt;br /&gt;your leg ,the pustule’s spoon&lt;br /&gt;fogged word held up be fore the&lt;br /&gt;~flame~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;eat the shut arm dents a&lt;br /&gt;(c.o.r.n) spoon chop chap ay&lt;br /&gt;huitlacoche dreaming in the&lt;br /&gt;moon O chore handle ,ick, tow&lt;br /&gt;el stiff was door █ sticky П doo&lt;br /&gt;r nah shoed but cracked e&lt;br /&gt;nter i nter o uter een&lt;br /&gt;drains my mooouotoh wa&lt;br /&gt;vering≈ before the taco l&lt;br /&gt;ogo tock lug ar ,la cuca&lt;br /&gt;mandaracha spendiferous&lt;br /&gt;mi peso fofo del AK47 men&lt;br /&gt;tecatatónico bit down slow&lt;br /&gt;an flows, flys, seated in the&lt;br /&gt;~storm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-1662849006405832664?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/1662849006405832664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-poems-john-m-bennett_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1662849006405832664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1662849006405832664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-poems-john-m-bennett_19.html' title='2 poems || John M. Bennett'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-6418229794506148707</id><published>2012-01-19T15:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:57:08.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 pomes || Billy Bob Beamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POMEafterno on o u t s I d e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterno on  outside mos   tto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spear confidence frun  kle   in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side quaating lost wordy  socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god spinneret cushion ‘teger et&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smalesu ada’ jungle  poa ch rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thousand day do se pow ers   lood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dirty optic well plx ed shower  gath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deadlaike cou n try redeye lost wirs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cave forest egg minture marble sortee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foil gilded wings ne edles sh  irtwormin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motherworth prades fine glass powd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ery dinch ‘hendrerit pulvinar risus’bo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;givamus ic granday ear biscuit wordy &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POMEbbrev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hel s onth wa&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;sel sho diev da&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;sha li onth onwh&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;si wil ly gomu fo&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ac of kins re bete&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;loibe tha     al ou&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POME gal ler y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoil the god   spare  the  rod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clutch no he   art be  fo re   8a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhibitors va in  quish   vani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;children allo wed. with an ima ls only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be sa lien t under com pan ion shi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lose for sake.  contract biting con firmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dementions.  5 more.  petting store grav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[go over.    quit smoking off  feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ gently pur rin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:bold;"&gt;ticker tapePOMEjust your brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ticker tape      just your brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this totally   in       only joking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call an interest    really thrash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it. sudden sickening sensation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pub in thin  air  just your   brain&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blaze fiercely  think    strun    g  snug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heat and widened   moul    ded    con&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touring.   manically dress     ed  shook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shock.  improbable uncurl  gritted now&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't cope not be. letting automatically. in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-6418229794506148707?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/6418229794506148707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-pomes-billy-bob-beamer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/6418229794506148707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/6418229794506148707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-pomes-billy-bob-beamer.html' title='4 pomes || Billy Bob Beamer'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-4957551849308267043</id><published>2012-01-18T23:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T00:04:34.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poems || Felino A. Soriano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Dying this Mo(ment)nument&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Adjustments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Within hand a miracle.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Deft.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Spirals of hammers&lt;br /&gt;impress.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Routine delegation&lt;br /&gt;causational, depression.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Seconds&lt;br /&gt;permeate&lt;br /&gt;positional&lt;br /&gt;sacredness.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Partial these elemental desires,&lt;br /&gt;partition the body withholds an&lt;br /&gt;—after dilapidated confinement.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;REVELation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Circuitry this&lt;br /&gt;excited deluge of&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;beholden desire, the fixated&lt;br /&gt;focal reenactment of&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;motional discourse eye with hand to eye&lt;br /&gt;misshapen articulation of prior&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;deliberation&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;discovery-howling. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bouquet&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rejection these stems&lt;br /&gt;purgatory disdain eloping light&lt;br /&gt;against flesh, scent.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tossed&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;tumbled momentum&lt;br /&gt;eccentric angling of hand on&lt;br /&gt;hand&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;onward hallucinatory memory&lt;br /&gt;inward immanent&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;coastal thinking polarized incipient&lt;br /&gt;death this&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;succinct modernization.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-4957551849308267043?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/4957551849308267043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/poem-felion-soriano.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/4957551849308267043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/4957551849308267043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/poem-felion-soriano.html' title='poems || Felino A. Soriano'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-3271504007221004037</id><published>2012-01-18T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T22:52:50.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>text || Peter Ganick</title><content type='html'>from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'mobile structure'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;streaming license return stet violin tardis emporia through rill pate integument cease notebooked evident sthick parachute mode slurpie avid notification where interregnum apache dilettante stricken tea room vanquished flagrant scimitar blotted snail pace fluidity etch vitalities motel armor vernal pristine tornado notification essential barricade cut rate precision releasing tremor each stirrup halogen routines delta mode resultant infernal paradox inscrutable paradise wisps jostling adjunct neamoins les poissons delay rugged flow attention valises repeating versive mukti stammer boss widget magnum escapism tentatively presumes del fuego stipulator data finesse malediction listless agonize mirrored augury unfurl elastin celsius remittance odometer podium escarpment trenchant obliquity erasure once berate snare glory abrogates demiurge slits hardback ontic rulership delimit nomos barracuda amina throttle repeat evidence through pattering stampede astral stagehand nob sass dendrite aversion lesion that than partook sizes denominate intrepid ousia that regulum hatter nova iterative melancholy rebec effortless threnody pro language tested nintendo lasso tone allies nid nomos paratrooper inquiry that naming essence threefold learns tantrum legitimacy babble musicale gepetto mosque remix caliphate mode settle nicely tangible residue notification wooly strive parsec duct tactile magus teental remote nibs scrupulous retention slot aitreya grommet reunification wholly tread sternum also rarity frequently surfacing threaded notifications echt scree that palliative oceanside bottom lassitude banquet mirroring each legume thorough streetwise apparent clustering palaces which grippe nominal hosting steadfast unroll reopen surplus etiquette settlement prasada fend tiller nothingness fader scrutinize asking token sturbridge maquette villanelle stack nothing astringent culebran snail oases theocritical remonstrance whichever intrepid advertises snowfall dotted snore lolly gag trend seismic allotment energy restive capulet outer veil that client sugarese felicitous matin sitter blanket centrism nibble essence those tolerable struts evacuee slept wakeful none tempestuous blasting captains rambunctious threefold otter iamb seizure fortran imbroglio cuvee listens elsewise omicron pretend steering claques thule midas rapped steerage introit vacation mottos zoned through incroyable thoroughly themata unrolls debuts beluga mortises that respite averse token orphic delay rouge area rogue mobius trapeze liminal foible treed from thicket steeplechase noisome thematic realismo those scenarios older slower niceties thensome prndl trefoil with without theatrical barricade lest neither asleep connote acidic mellifluous tremors streaming overtones deluge prema dipolor bitnet mirrored scrutinize ample graciousness once scheming vidiot nominal paratrooper scrape integer sleepless antiquary none tremulous attachment villanelle typewriter stratify bulimia note stipulator ecarte voiceovers delight arial blacken snafu ambush thankful therein steadfast each nuanced mitten scientism than curlicue ream operator hammer english preterate volitionary numeral sense datum replicate denote ferrite also renegade motto staple utterly opaque itemizes rntor glaceau batter vintage since presentation emerges leaning triste engrave lossless anguilla mirror clannish fractal thrill damask bottom six fugue voiceovers telling natter that striate milligram produce terpitude situate moribund sic snafu those freakish boat persons elixir parliamentary speed mattering snail pace negotiate learning beyond stepping those streams denote through steady affetuoso thankful prosit gargantuan affiliate mogul septum resilience assail contingency presume speech hospitality axon zones tantrum each lexical partook signet partook bargain epaulet motto scientism tinkering syntagm venus aporia double traffic libation merrily sediment leaf heaviness reinforcers calibrate infectious threshold thatness reverse literally quaff nimbus revelation emit graciously study proem barometric vacancy teaming street nineteenth centurion onslaught posterchild savor lace wiring steam fitter alacrity blockage remedial chortle vanish pointillism thensome blanker fixtures walk throughout nothing walking swahili throatless inequity blanketing surpluses the redundancy battlement equisse otherwise repentant copper water shopping reification wooly persimmon thoughtless gully paramecium throughput equatorial blood thinking slow forested imitator scrap neoprene scree bilge remix avant geiger tardis nothing eine stille nacht reroute comma resolute venus tapir vanquish geist than seizure ossify plaudit acerbic soulmate assurance networking evidence tentatively pristine maquette burlap hominem those advert insequent valises denote maigre les autres either witnessing behaviorism alternative lakhs operating sentential discourse thaumaturge doubtless inquiry venom orison paratrooper seltzer vamp sterile donut enlarge suffice delta motto sayer notify widely pardons entice least provocation emotional clasp renovate threefold scissor plateau sieve matelot unsure caveat other slat nimble otherwise asking somewhere pattern tappet vendor salience prelude blaspheme class nickel smokehouse longitude steer aficionado predate ifness where styrene propel anno deterrent silencing amazement throw washing remand zettel never dante heinous treadmill oeuvre than scrupulous treadmill integrate amaretto long strikers energetically practicum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-3271504007221004037?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/3271504007221004037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/text-peter-ganick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/3271504007221004037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/3271504007221004037'/><link rel='alternate' 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mus se lik sm wae xe tr petr fu gil d olkde fillis pers ‘illfittii’ii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;str &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4winter wend sblick riinkil ling floo  rbee s     curek uis interdum ba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; prawnkare ate garg oyle  sporkab&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 bleck zip po ashen wiresyaparaskeet petals sizthirty nuumillflass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thuntlltis s yo u  rolraesent pulvinar risus fames&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-6853580803187629558?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/6853580803187629558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/pome-billy-bob-beamer_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/6853580803187629558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/6853580803187629558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/pome-billy-bob-beamer_18.html' title='pome || Billy Bob Beamer'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-1599786260754911629</id><published>2012-01-17T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T15:34:25.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 poems || John M. Bennett</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rem Embers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;filling the school with | bought lungs I fly and snivel&lt;br /&gt;lard a spoon reduction | stitching all that grinds&lt;br /&gt;dances in the sticky clay | starving rags of jail&lt;br /&gt;a viscous note’s reborn | mouth the limb’s deserted lust&lt;br /&gt;was rodents on the scattered | dismembered wreck my pills’&lt;br /&gt;hill my neck remembers | shattered thorn or moment’s fuzz&lt;br /&gt;dusty desert in the north | stormed my dope and vicious&lt;br /&gt;bags of pale garbage | whey bricks the single glance&lt;br /&gt;blinded in the ditches | seduction blooms a shard’s&lt;br /&gt;                  shrivelled dry I taught the | writ the pools spilling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wh Eel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the muddy dawn inhales the | glow flotilla gaps the stream’s&lt;br /&gt;cloud damper window crawls | stumbled sand the tree’s clanging&lt;br /&gt;my grunting lunch contraption | object tripler and a check&lt;br /&gt;clogs the fridge my claylike | door hand aspirates the stew&lt;br /&gt;shorts thick around my ankles | real gangster like the crazy glue&lt;br /&gt;o you gazed that hamster wheel | rankles sounds my dick’s mort&lt;br /&gt;the vaseline and shore | day’s knife why bridged the bog’s&lt;br /&gt;neck’s a dribbler closet’s | inaction bunch rutting dry&lt;br /&gt;banging 3 AM the mumbled | wall pillow’s ample shroud&lt;br /&gt;beans the lap tortilla o | he fails the lawn ,slow bloody one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-1599786260754911629?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/1599786260754911629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-poems-john-m-bennett_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1599786260754911629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1599786260754911629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-poems-john-m-bennett_17.html' title='2 poems || John M. Bennett'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-4032161371447359504</id><published>2012-01-17T06:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T06:41:45.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>haibun || Sheila E. Murphy</title><content type='html'>I go there to be quiet, then I hear commemorative stamps bequeath a prior victory&lt;br /&gt;where dollar bills are used to patch a lighthouse. That we may each&lt;br /&gt;find function. Core strength on trial, truncated peace in form of passage.&lt;br /&gt;Riled out of habit. Stroller-strong in-text citations manifest the lame&lt;br /&gt;untruth of syllabi. By night, by dimpled daytime. All the wherewithal of letting&lt;br /&gt;go possessions farmed to ebay as an emblem of the missing borders.&lt;br /&gt;How is peace a thing? Memoirs extract their shame. Contagion falls prey&lt;br /&gt;to the wallet free of clogginclog. While the ample territorial undress&lt;br /&gt;remaindering appears at a wide angle. Dour against the granular infection.&lt;br /&gt;Norms, plaudits, sums of squash court in the nimble hesitation that breaks&lt;br /&gt;bread without a shim of martial arts.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nomen-clash, the sure bet of commiserating with the dragnet pulse&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sheila E. Murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-4032161371447359504?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/4032161371447359504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/4032161371447359504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/4032161371447359504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_17.html' title='haibun || Sheila E. Murphy'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-6354517758436608998</id><published>2012-01-17T06:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T06:31:27.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pome || Billy Bob Beamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POMEtin ning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two players tinning a thistle whemp.  fortuitous  solici tations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightning  sundial .  closed  train gullet.  formula  tweezer  tooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best ovens cleave in scatter. sitsleek close to art  spit out   on  limbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call  poem  doodle  do poos dle.   crave napping thim blefulls  cat pullies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shyly spark tho slight windows.  dither  dribbling  factories mortuarieshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;transparent words cane  belly hearts  puddles tournaments carved balls song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two  platers thinning.   Swamping  flavor kiss .   cat socket player notch  dis sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundial  gullet lightening  tweezers closed  formulary  artsock  pullet cleave in scatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catpullies  tinning  puddles.  Crave carve dithyramb snap ping shopping window  s light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allpoodles belly hearts dithering dabbling … git sleek   close to  art  spit out   on  limbs. NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-6354517758436608998?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/6354517758436608998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/pome-billy-bob-beamer_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/6354517758436608998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/6354517758436608998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/pome-billy-bob-beamer_17.html' title='pome || Billy Bob Beamer'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-3159204792986316722</id><published>2012-01-16T17:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T17:39:09.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 poems || John Pursch</title><content type='html'>Dulian Mutill Flents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urget earcia derets hoarings perm canicle bleath, &lt;br /&gt;tepplingen enchon urd orean ensinul cais, &lt;br /&gt;whidge ecterom orriers tearn dast orgin, &lt;br /&gt;ex bemulock semile paleen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whoochie!” crembed tsein ertin moelh gen prentle, &lt;br /&gt;exing in donarit whend.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Orepan embulan froodge, whencile plu,” &lt;br /&gt;oxed dulian mutill flents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listing to Starboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskered omelettes spell retractor mirth for generations of stolen plots, relegating novella tapers to the crouton’s candelabra heap, surprised and deeply imbued with pillory. Ditched frenzy hunts phonetic spoon techniques in a flurry of lurid mental hopscotch, bouncing from ambling tortoises to simple, gerrymandered poultice, smeared with palatial aplomb. Heckle a Rotarian, gamble for rope meal, and fleece a scientific fuzz remover of its lifelong quest for centennial clobbering, menthol holdings be damned. Smoky hillocks emerge from poolside detergent, frowning and punctual, chirping about timesheets and clocked gazebos, teething for a floating hen’s ambient pride. Whoever gives scathing, pretty latches to kids of a worn-out deer forgets the forest’s primitive dirge. Change not the banner’s calibrated preening, regard a core tendon with scarce mumbling, and simmer over April moonbeams when a quaint longing pins filial penalties to your lambent unease, listing to starboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emian Nossile Bleunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echbenfluvial kentermon greeth, &lt;br /&gt;cantomile if chembluar &lt;br /&gt;whontim spurenia traugh, &lt;br /&gt;fearenium gonough &lt;br /&gt;eir chinetem paleg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oophenia craust, edter whors trenalir; &lt;br /&gt;plenem caranious arge enspacune, &lt;br /&gt;whidge orcena muscep treough &lt;br /&gt;kenab ockaner ot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloubil, wrent jonier plotch; &lt;br /&gt;zeiner meoud hents phre &lt;br /&gt;ar tenceog ranphil sprood, &lt;br /&gt;querubential inting pind, &lt;br /&gt;merch emian nossile bleunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood Memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien sailboats, dripping fructose and cheap tobacco, harangue an imbecile’s polished mincemeat funnel, chipping dotted queens into griddled locks, hobbling hipsters with checkerboard silt. Dressage pools in airborne antics, curtailing eel meanings, garbled in toilet wattage. Grams of spool detection mind the tilled basting flint, locked to angular knowledge by armored torque buckets. Isthmus pinnacles, peduncular in their emery triage, kindly canter to a bleating, felt-tip prancer’s providential lean, intimating torrents of yodeling breath. Thematic livers limp through sluggish nine-ball lags, brunching with veeps and tollbooth horizons, ominous in three angles of imposed integrity. Grainy milk features perpetuate Rococo shipping fouls, emptying cruets of moistened owls into stern valleys at sunset. Island timpani storms pelt laser mentors, handling emergent spinners for tactical planters filled with seaborne mutes. Monocle vats overflow, pounding hot glass municipalities, hoping to cleanse the rotating sidewalks of childhood memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-3159204792986316722?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/3159204792986316722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-poems-john-pursch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/3159204792986316722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/3159204792986316722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-poems-john-pursch.html' title='4 poems || John Pursch'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-4683893369652967144</id><published>2012-01-16T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T09:21:39.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poem || John M. Bennett</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Third chunk transduced from Góngora's Soledades:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, pus of quarrel’s seer, engendered&lt;br /&gt;mass of fires cake of courtesy,&lt;br /&gt;     the gent appeared&lt;br /&gt;     who hospitals the forest&lt;br /&gt;lawn pesto crawled of quavered candle’s primer&lt;br /&gt;     which, in the shelves content,&lt;br /&gt;tends the fresnel of dye, the robbed element.&lt;br /&gt;Limp sayer, in visor of blank lines,&lt;br /&gt;     clumped the cuadratic pins:&lt;br /&gt;and in box, junk rebellious, to quim the turn&lt;br /&gt;forms elegant dye in cult’s adorned,&lt;br /&gt;lecher who explains vile those Albion quavers died,&lt;br /&gt;     melting perdition’s con yelling&lt;br /&gt;the blank lilies of his frontal bell,&lt;br /&gt;     gross dam and fried,&lt;br /&gt;impenetrable case of the cockroach,&lt;br /&gt;the veiled Alcimedon’s invention rare.&lt;br /&gt;Hell which of cables fueled dusty voices’ center&lt;br /&gt;espoused’s case a luster (coy dent&lt;br /&gt;not pardoned a raisin loomed in front&lt;br /&gt;of Bacon, quantity’s maze in his garment:&lt;br /&gt;triumph of simpering salad lids&lt;br /&gt;low corona of Amor, mass rival turned,&lt;br /&gt;brief of barbs enduring not the corn,&lt;br /&gt;redeemed con his muttered dance vittles),&lt;br /&gt;     served yeah in season,&lt;br /&gt;purple hills is, of grain fine.&lt;br /&gt;Supper’s scorched despair, mass regaled&lt;br /&gt;swoons the solicitous peel bland&lt;br /&gt;     which all princes enter Holland&lt;br /&gt;purpled tire or milling brocade.&lt;br /&gt;Not in humor’s vines gravelled&lt;br /&gt;is Sisyphus on his crest, see the cucumber,&lt;br /&gt;of ponderous vain dumb pisser&lt;br /&gt;is, quantum mass despaired, mass burlap.&lt;br /&gt;Of trumpet militant not nor distempered&lt;br /&gt;sound of cocks fueled the swoon interrupted,&lt;br /&gt;     oft can see, embrained&lt;br /&gt;     counter the seeking whore&lt;br /&gt;that the vent repeals in’s lagoon’s couscous.&lt;br /&gt;Dormant and recoiled the fin, quanta the avenues,&lt;br /&gt;esquires dulcet of sonorous plums,&lt;br /&gt;     scenes died swelling&lt;br /&gt;the Alb of Sol, which the pavillion of spume&lt;br /&gt;     dayed and in sore car&lt;br /&gt;rayed the verdant obelisk doves the choice.&lt;br /&gt;Agreased, pus, the peregrin&lt;br /&gt;dazed the cyborg and sailed accompanied&lt;br /&gt;by grin’s low level dander’s levitation,&lt;br /&gt;distance pokes past the gamble,&lt;br /&gt;imperious mirror the campaign’s&lt;br /&gt;a scolding, peaceable gallery&lt;br /&gt;where festive theatre fueled gun’s day&lt;br /&gt;of quantum piss dawning the mountain.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-4683893369652967144?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/4683893369652967144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/poem-john-m-bennett_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/4683893369652967144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/4683893369652967144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/poem-john-m-bennett_16.html' title='poem || John M. Bennett'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-4395909975969844435</id><published>2012-01-15T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T23:06:38.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poem || Peter Sherburn-Zimmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Man Who Erased His Own Memory&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After walking&lt;br /&gt;never to see anyone I have ever known again&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have done that&lt;br /&gt;I did that for nine years&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and then in prison&lt;br /&gt;twice&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;now: first night’s sleep of the new year&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I pour my bath.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the quiet room.&lt;br /&gt;today, the day after Friday the thirteenth.&lt;br /&gt;No bad luck for me.  No luck at all,&lt;br /&gt;as the song says. Waiting for the water to rise.&lt;br /&gt;and then it is almost all allusion&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;four of eleven&lt;br /&gt;books on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;read end to end&lt;br /&gt;forty eight years ago:&lt;br /&gt;what do I remember?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;An organ master in the jungle&lt;br /&gt;how to oppose&lt;br /&gt;                       without&lt;br /&gt;                      negating&lt;br /&gt;or how to&lt;br /&gt;               navigate with-&lt;br /&gt;                          out&lt;br /&gt;                          opposing&lt;br /&gt;to come years later&lt;br /&gt;in the numerology of consent&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;to: a total rejection&lt;br /&gt;of all those qualities&lt;br /&gt;typical of academic verse&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;as a preface to a ride&lt;br /&gt;on the subway&lt;br /&gt;ogling the girls&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;yet the sign is on her&lt;br /&gt;preface to: I pump him full of lost watches&lt;br /&gt;to:&lt;br /&gt;Rimbaud is in the alley,  mssrs. et madams&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mister is a commonly- used English honorific for men under the rank of knighthood. The title derived from Master, as the equivalent...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;... Mistah Kurtz—he dead.&lt;br /&gt;save it for another time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;to: Who has ever stopped to think of the divinity of Lamont Cranston?&lt;br /&gt;(Only Jack Kerouac, that I know of; &amp; me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;or Bertie on 1576 pure : we never know&lt;br /&gt;what we are talking about&lt;br /&gt;or if it is true&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;incomplete or inconsistent&lt;br /&gt;a kind of Heisenberg’s principle&lt;br /&gt;from a man who never achieved&lt;br /&gt;tenure&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;pennies on the dollar for his genius&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;all genuinely creative writings&lt;br /&gt;are the product of more than a single motive&lt;br /&gt;and more than a single impulse&lt;br /&gt;in the poet’s mind, and&lt;br /&gt;are open to more than&lt;br /&gt;a single interpretation&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;with large tracts of undigested suet betwixt dream&lt;br /&gt;and awakening&lt;br /&gt;to find I’ve visited my childhood&lt;br /&gt;and the day before sleep again&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and a year between Culture and Loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;that is, between Krober &amp; Kluckhohn and Moustakas&lt;br /&gt;hocking in the back of the sociology class&lt;br /&gt;while Kappy expounded his five paragraph questions&lt;br /&gt;from the front row&lt;br /&gt;and the professor asked me:&lt;br /&gt;Is The Waste Land a sociological document?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Thucydides made up&lt;br /&gt;Pericles’ oration&lt;br /&gt;surrounded by glory&lt;br /&gt;because it was what should have been&lt;br /&gt;said at the time even if it wasn’t&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and Bertie wrote&lt;br /&gt;the Readers’ Digest version&lt;br /&gt;of the history of western philosophy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;‘I carried the bones&lt;br /&gt;of a man 5000 years old&lt;br /&gt;in Egypt...can you imagine&lt;br /&gt;how that felt?’&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But me, I find The Airplane&lt;br /&gt;in Being and Nothingness&lt;br /&gt;after almost fifty years&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;...and talk to him&lt;br /&gt;about the weather&lt;br /&gt;and cheap Bostonhoods&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and my sojourn ends&lt;br /&gt;with a text on Ideas&lt;br /&gt;so dense&lt;br /&gt;I could not read more than the first paragraph&lt;br /&gt;without giving up for twenty years&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish&lt;br /&gt;to live&lt;br /&gt;in a world&lt;br /&gt;where we&lt;br /&gt;only think&lt;br /&gt;about ourselves&lt;br /&gt;first&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-4395909975969844435?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/4395909975969844435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-7479569997503192343</id><published>2012-01-15T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T23:01:33.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poem || Anny Ballardini</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Father, One year ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;commemorate the agony of Christ&lt;br /&gt;the best of men / born in 1925&lt;br /&gt;those were the times of piano and sax&lt;br /&gt;rhapsodies in blue, Felix the cat&lt;br /&gt;jazz&lt;br /&gt;a distant accordion&lt;br /&gt;for shushing winds&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;how can I celebrate you,&lt;br /&gt;with the tight whiteness of my face,&lt;br /&gt;the loneliness of fate, the lack of air&lt;br /&gt;the carriage turned into a coffin&lt;br /&gt;in an icy landscape the black envisioning hat-veil&lt;br /&gt;loss anticipated by a feverish late 1800s image – the silence around and from&lt;br /&gt;your silent scream&lt;br /&gt;unprepared&lt;br /&gt;then and now&lt;br /&gt;as I am_&lt;br /&gt;I can remember Disney worlds, Santa Claus,&lt;br /&gt;the pyramidal lemon ice I _ could choose the one I liked _&lt;br /&gt;it has all crumbled&lt;br /&gt;in my foresight when I woke up and cried&lt;br /&gt;the white marble statue of you’d been dilapidated&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;grace_fully&lt;br /&gt;I offer an orange bowl&lt;br /&gt;with the lit grieving candle&lt;br /&gt;of love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-7479569997503192343?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7479569997503192343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-8392372591240701900</id><published>2012-01-15T22:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T22:58:51.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>text || John Crouse</title><content type='html'>LOVES&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Betrays               Injurys&lt;br /&gt;Belts                   Moves&lt;br /&gt;Bestows             Nuggets&lt;br /&gt;Besides              Fleshes&lt;br /&gt;Legislations        Wings&lt;br /&gt;Rusts                 Traumas&lt;br /&gt;Whitewashes     Pacemakers&lt;br /&gt;Goblets              Outlaws&lt;br /&gt;Retches             Vintages&lt;br /&gt;Welds                 Swigs&lt;br /&gt;Giggles               Juggernauts&lt;br /&gt;Pops                   Implys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-8392372591240701900?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/8392372591240701900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/text-john-crouse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/8392372591240701900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/8392372591240701900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/text-john-crouse.html' title='text || John Crouse'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-1474242130712411995</id><published>2012-01-06T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T19:32:02.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>from 6 X 6 X 6 || Peter Ganick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;seven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contextual memory advocate brochure allies neoprene&lt;br /&gt;kitten shelf nebbish avail zorro anisette&lt;br /&gt;brachoiphile conote envision presume sussed motto&lt;br /&gt;ambergris valdemar plausible babbling struck holding&lt;br /&gt;ainse fabrication element nsaid persist peregrine&lt;br /&gt;stimmungen lesser thisness preen facility groundedness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dotty sine gurgle perpetual numerous placebo&lt;br /&gt;sinstrate vocation lorgnette weatherperson island streetwise&lt;br /&gt;nothingness waking throwaway clustering aisles determine&lt;br /&gt;entity vacuous fens leisuring callisthenic element&lt;br /&gt;anchor selzure pleonastic votary blurs diaphragm &lt;br /&gt;belay metal everlasting dutiful nimbus aggregate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until renames figuring callisthenic valve mottos&lt;br /&gt;blot abrogates denizen accede milligraph suddenly&lt;br /&gt;nicetires felicitous adventure least nothingness avail&lt;br /&gt;nonentity solipsistic avenue egoism toggle stickpin&lt;br /&gt;wampum eclogue naivete smartphone eachness vernal&lt;br /&gt;ptarmigan slight adorable nescience tabula rasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motile vociferous transient attract transcendent voice&lt;br /&gt;anchorite doodle ingesting daily niter absalom&lt;br /&gt;earnest restitution clientage motion lossless agon&lt;br /&gt;trivet mull qadi voiceover snail fodder glaring&lt;br /&gt;sforzando nothingness waves throughpu datum silence&lt;br /&gt;ascertains felicitous borne anthrax hullabaloo muffle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwtape inverness opacity module another inertia&lt;br /&gt;apse scrimmage contour selfless angioplasm natter&lt;br /&gt;gullible toon scientism otherwise palatial morass&lt;br /&gt;copain derivative omicron selenium crosshair debut&lt;br /&gt;anima cleft ironic clockface descriptive anomaly&lt;br /&gt;neither wasteland noggin slurry panel seriphim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inculcate mores storm fueling reference slather&lt;br /&gt;apnea vocative muttering laser borrower nomad&lt;br /&gt;gypsum behaviorism bitternut rallying panache dormitory&lt;br /&gt;clubfoot gaggle pretend sitter borderline ampoule&lt;br /&gt;scruple hasp veneer slotted mainframe sizing&lt;br /&gt;blotto abyssal commonsense universal propriety equal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-1474242130712411995?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-1108983563038478954</id><published>2012-01-06T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T13:21:24.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 poems || John M. Bennett</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Nombre”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;sudor risueño sudor del vidrio&lt;br /&gt;estrellado y pusilánime me lamo&lt;br /&gt;el sudor del asfalto brumoso y&lt;br /&gt;sumo el sudor a mi billetero ga&lt;br /&gt;stado mas circular el sudor mili&lt;br /&gt;tante por las calles de Washington&lt;br /&gt;DC por las calles de St. Louis por&lt;br /&gt;las calles de los Ángeles de las&lt;br /&gt;ciudades orondas de hormigas&lt;br /&gt;por el sudor del hambre que&lt;br /&gt;me cobraban los camiones de&lt;br /&gt;Texas hasta Laredo donde se&lt;br /&gt;abre el mundo de mi sudor&lt;br /&gt;rutilante el sudor de los poros&lt;br /&gt;del desierto sudor inmiscible&lt;br /&gt;de la misericordia risible su&lt;br /&gt;dor lactante sudor de una&lt;br /&gt;moneda de 1968 sudor de&lt;br /&gt;Chicago donde vi una cara&lt;br /&gt;muerta hace años de sudor&lt;br /&gt;sudorificante que se acuerda de&lt;br /&gt;los túneles por la sierra sud&lt;br /&gt;or fisgón y fiscal sudor cami&lt;br /&gt;nado por las aceras del DF sin&lt;br /&gt;sudor sin láminas sin toalla y&lt;br /&gt;sin el frío que me deletrea el&lt;br /&gt;nombre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Written in Fog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;from my heartburn it’s written from&lt;br /&gt;the collapsing leg on the hill it’s wri&lt;br /&gt;tten it’s written and glistening from&lt;br /&gt;the gristle forgotten on the floor it’s&lt;br /&gt;written in the cloud and leaving the&lt;br /&gt;cloud it’s written and left in a&lt;br /&gt;corner at the bus station downtown&lt;br /&gt;it’s a thumbing of ears what’s writ&lt;br /&gt;ten it’s written from the frog in the&lt;br /&gt;back of my brain it’s written in the&lt;br /&gt;writing was confetti mailed in an&lt;br /&gt;envelope of skin written it’s a crow&lt;br /&gt;ded hand in a bag of seeds it’s written&lt;br /&gt;and wrung it’s barking or written&lt;br /&gt;was written on a flag you wiped&lt;br /&gt;your ass with written from the&lt;br /&gt;brick remembered in a pond it’s&lt;br /&gt;written it’s swallowed it’s anti&lt;br /&gt;acid milky on the bottom of a&lt;br /&gt;glass where it’s written written a&lt;br /&gt;blur rolling to the edge of a table&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-1108983563038478954?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/1108983563038478954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-poems-john-m-bennett.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1108983563038478954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1108983563038478954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-poems-john-m-bennett.html' title='2 poems || John M. Bennett'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-5184802698308599793</id><published>2012-01-05T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T22:44:27.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>from 6 X 6 X 6 || Peter Ganick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;six&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;combine synchrony coefficient latte nougat ironic&lt;br /&gt;slight reinvent ersatz otherwise applique mode&lt;br /&gt;aisle aeon flaunt repatriator vessel courageous&lt;br /&gt;milligraph entertain subsume noon maladroit vernal&lt;br /&gt;pirate sforzando enroute mica fluff nefarious&lt;br /&gt;unripe naiad ethos feint graphematic labors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness vacancy pertinent clearing listless agonize&lt;br /&gt;meaning roulette invite liaison ultravioet anorexic&lt;br /&gt;sizing engulf parliament limited also remittance&lt;br /&gt;spansule oblique mottos slurry bovine salida&lt;br /&gt;nintendo zephyr novena burrow viewpoint slightly&lt;br /&gt;painter introit vacuous engage remote vascularity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perestroika cell snafu coconut nibble smiling&lt;br /&gt;naissance tentative babble yadda elderhostel niceties&lt;br /&gt;refer curiosity vacuous showplaced midrange hoops&lt;br /&gt;entitlement anneal stile vapid chorale stegosaurus&lt;br /&gt;deleria noster principate vacation listless ingredient&lt;br /&gt;mitten salida rein siting assail formative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sample anguish sanguine allies deterrent calluses&lt;br /&gt;demolish routine simplicity borrow dependency nsaid&lt;br /&gt;novena removal snailpace neither salut valise&lt;br /&gt;persist enticement troubadours evidence plieade natty&lt;br /&gt;steam engulf picturesque noun gorilla tamperproof&lt;br /&gt;animate vouchsafe client aegean broken stipulate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empyrean cleft hammerklavier snail parrot slight&lt;br /&gt;nothingness availed nugget sturm und dragnet&lt;br /&gt;guillotine cairn plasticene coeli paratrooper calendar&lt;br /&gt;stymie acidfree nouns zone rhizome foreignness&lt;br /&gt;returnable stabilize motto normal evidencing lorry&lt;br /&gt;plasticene dalliance anothered writ neither witness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;violet contrast evident alchemy nominal entente&lt;br /&gt;replicate meteoric slate funicula remit azure&lt;br /&gt;aloha somatic vertigo polity vacuous relapse goers&lt;br /&gt;dowse reinter sassing risotto euphrates delimits&lt;br /&gt;noggin slightly entirety anomalous deterrent asana&lt;br /&gt;fiduciary weevil donate migratesd elliptic vanishes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-5184802698308599793?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/5184802698308599793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/from-6-x-6-x-6-peter-ganick_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/5184802698308599793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/5184802698308599793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/from-6-x-6-x-6-peter-ganick_05.html' title='from 6 X 6 X 6 || Peter Ganick'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-7239857256004476494</id><published>2012-01-05T22:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T22:04:36.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pome || Billy Bob Beamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POMEcurious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curious);  couple where’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met:  sound ch eck   lookiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastice anty with sens placa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dorppin fringe look; saidown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plant slicket  mated      de ithur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;own korty)     doubleit    noble&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;functick as);    ture     emperfull ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procrypt pomething winked whil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;osed  malltimation wholention’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never somethin) kin horesewink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sting probottle enormore renced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pomes thenside interemed blonte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loosely fragrant bown dawl  court to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;counting handserves protempor gon)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-7239857256004476494?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7239857256004476494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/pome-billy-bob-beamer_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7239857256004476494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7239857256004476494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/pome-billy-bob-beamer_05.html' title='pome || Billy Bob Beamer'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-8128040393009247125</id><published>2012-01-05T12:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T12:21:30.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>haibun || Sheila E. Murphy</title><content type='html'>Slips easily from view, conscious eye vee, trembling near&lt;br /&gt;the source, deciding (the decision) to remove the sole&lt;br /&gt;rebuke of silence. Would a pond amount to sleeves one&lt;br /&gt;troubles in and out of? See vibrato in the foliage.&lt;br /&gt;See bronze elaborate on autumn. See an altruistic garment&lt;br /&gt;slide from hollow. Are dreams rationally pure, designed&lt;br /&gt;to habit-form, inhabit, or amount to inhibition? Any&lt;br /&gt;triumph offers plush recidivist thumb drive a location&lt;br /&gt;to revive the pomp and giddyness. The get-up, the&lt;br /&gt;commotion one imbibes, then falsifies to yield results.&lt;br /&gt;A lonely winter slow dance comes to mean there was a&lt;br /&gt;softer way to live along the path. The path, synonymous&lt;br /&gt;with lifetime as we know. A pitch, thought pure, a&lt;br /&gt;highlight.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tremolo misplaced along a grace note, young composer,&lt;br /&gt;fully formed&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sheila E. Murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-8128040393009247125?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/8128040393009247125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_05.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/8128040393009247125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/8128040393009247125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_05.html' title='haibun || Sheila E. Murphy'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-6988917323313850821</id><published>2012-01-05T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T12:17:44.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 poems || John Pursch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Prentian Frien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weir lockin ein stranckian plexial moun, &lt;br /&gt;zeramitous kentibuli oxial trone, &lt;br /&gt;or unto plein squidgian maphen baremit, &lt;br /&gt;parooned bemint crein phloady sment of glawet, &lt;br /&gt;paren de zeiner maleinem canout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiltage and wordian angula treiniam &lt;br /&gt;hodgen dein oathies perfactian adow, &lt;br /&gt;und oliate ebviant oustle caniemitle &lt;br /&gt;whoogle drast etchle’s enrupsier spreen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oncircle ous andicram preador ferama tomp, &lt;br /&gt;execrian oodger of diria deet; &lt;br /&gt;epausin or croaziat wenbelirjam orat, &lt;br /&gt;plen whougen te samien, levelie moncti, &lt;br /&gt;con ardle and prentian frien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yeti Collusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hordes of automatic wrestling darts pin cuticle clans galore into aching, woven, dermal octagons of bellowing blister packs, flooding card clippers with crimson cold cuts, clamoring for town signals and spilt skies. Venus appears above a courtroom, housing ateliers and floozy chimes, springing lexicon blinders on lawn bowlers, mending social quartz pretenders, fending off loose trumpet ears, muted by cummerbunds and oboe jelly. Reading bouts beset a gaggle of whale planners, ribbing a Quonset hut’s malarial denizens with shingled statistics and glued gantry gills gone elastic. Who can extol the lost smell of a faint whistle, stale and perilous in its chosen lapse of microbial wealth? Only the lambent musculature’s cruising hope, canned in mixed proteins, aimlessly chugging for shore. Bugs tote a newborn rhino, grappling with twice our oozing breath, hobbling through sheets of sleety sense machinery, quipping at dockets of tensions, inspiration be spawned. Clam trinkets inflame a deep-sea tourniquet, stashing three potable ingots of theoretical onsets, in lieu of portaging yeti collusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mericost Plast Eberwein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compagnotol impernoble quentifogle, &lt;br /&gt;impandible fenuchian moontif hodge, &lt;br /&gt;orchantian ifgle und spen monfantich oriond, &lt;br /&gt;per fritch enbibular flidger hof dein enterule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir hemin oodgle arct oomian efter mongal, &lt;br /&gt;seizen diun crenular whooj int ben, &lt;br /&gt;ventimular orchal tibonf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arso munian penchuf tirwhon, &lt;br /&gt;dej oogan arn semintil, plen arbian munt, &lt;br /&gt;fend zein quon moodiat spuit, &lt;br /&gt;flen mindal in pluthage goweind; &lt;br /&gt;son meirntal bilamian, crentobidar miln &lt;br /&gt;odj hemerin pilg gorein. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crimpon itchen feen edj hormelar reinof, &lt;br /&gt;pars uminum enchent ind zemulin wilch, &lt;br /&gt;kendomin ig grisket and phletch of de bilken pri, &lt;br /&gt;whoud rumen end monitof croudl porteen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ent trempin tsein mericost plast erberwien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-6988917323313850821?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/6988917323313850821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-poems-john-pursch_05.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/6988917323313850821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/6988917323313850821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-poems-john-pursch_05.html' title='3 poems || John Pursch'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-1736069588567427917</id><published>2012-01-03T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:17:10.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pome || Billy Bob Beamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POMEseniortrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus senior track:  bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practised butter confesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lowering  mums   configure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any tray pales borders inter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vening genetics culprits noses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unwilling streets flip    above1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheer jest  diverse     hardware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moth  fasts inside ka exclusives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quantumouthlines  meals transfix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; neath the bare footnote    rockets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or arc gasoline any wind in nastiest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cosmology    diverting defunct  stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brushes symbol strip mall exposure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving bone zooms past under arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next to worry relaxes  liquid duplicates&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-1736069588567427917?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/1736069588567427917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/pome-billy-bob-beamer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1736069588567427917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1736069588567427917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/pome-billy-bob-beamer.html' title='pome || Billy Bob Beamer'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-1449184013116326161</id><published>2012-01-02T23:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T23:34:49.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>haibun || Sheila E. Murphy</title><content type='html'>Yours is a convivial restraint, apart from plaudits. Cortical&lt;br /&gt;rendezvous held in parentheses, as if the work were nothing&lt;br /&gt;beyond covert bracelets. Norms. A variance of kilt. The&lt;br /&gt;window near the wind. Predicate norm. In fact, unfastened.&lt;br /&gt;Fast asleep. You show your loyalty by chiming in. You show&lt;br /&gt;your sheepliness by corresponding. I won't purchase your&lt;br /&gt;endorsements of inclement votive warmth. Abundantly abuelas&lt;br /&gt;finger flutes. They ploy their way to melody until harmonics&lt;br /&gt;temptingly conform to rules of clash. One floats from home&lt;br /&gt;front easily, until one flat-out leaves the place. You underage&lt;br /&gt;your way to tap-shod wrinkle-dom, toward days and nights&lt;br /&gt;and severance. The Pleiades invoke their own rhymes while&lt;br /&gt;we weather staunch lit storms. The view perfects itself,&lt;br /&gt;apart from eyelight set to form.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shade trees, acorns, mash upon the yard, cleats, tennis&lt;br /&gt;shoes, minced freedom&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sheila E. Murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-1449184013116326161?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/1449184013116326161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_146.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1449184013116326161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1449184013116326161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_146.html' title='haibun || Sheila E. Murphy'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-3774849144763636000</id><published>2012-01-02T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:18:33.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>haibun || Sheila E. Murphy</title><content type='html'>If affection is a formula, the white curve caps&lt;br /&gt;endorphins as one leaves them quietly at play.&lt;br /&gt;Qui es in coelis transcends a remark. The sky&lt;br /&gt;is starting to be full. Our lives mirandize all&lt;br /&gt;the pattern that precedes a move definitive. Day&lt;br /&gt;meanders into nightfall. While you wait once&lt;br /&gt;meant hurried work unseen until a sudden&lt;br /&gt;satisfaction. Now we wheel ourselves toward&lt;br /&gt;picturesque new madras in the background of a pack.&lt;br /&gt;The only institution we remember offers a rejoinder.&lt;br /&gt;I just learned she performs transduction. Furnishing&lt;br /&gt;incentive to encompass bee spheres of delight.&lt;br /&gt;Perfume is how we are again. The leisure between&lt;br /&gt;talk time and repair of what surrounds us. One&lt;br /&gt;of these days we will outlive our dreams.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kismet as a polished dream, the vast field energized&lt;br /&gt;by an impromtu kiss&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sheila E. Murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-3774849144763636000?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/3774849144763636000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/3774849144763636000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/3774849144763636000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_02.html' title='haibun || Sheila E. Murphy'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-3020742885575777617</id><published>2012-01-02T21:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:14:51.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>from 6 X 6 X 6 || Peter Ganick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blanket serious evince aggregate molten vivacious&lt;br /&gt;numerous energy flamboyant cactus reptile cairn&lt;br /&gt;palette virgule preamble clipper shradda inroad&lt;br /&gt;connote rawhide hockey snicker interpret neither&lt;br /&gt;acceleration borealis douanier shed rummage anode&lt;br /&gt;flash diode morass clef ruffian netting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cola engulf premature inventor silencing apperception&lt;br /&gt;migratory serration elliptic adventure old harpoon&lt;br /&gt;milehigh isness wavering siddhartha scare tactility&lt;br /&gt;vanish orpheus delaying skiers whoever intolerance&lt;br /&gt;thosethem improbable sebaceous frame grammar sole&lt;br /&gt;roulette saguna brillo finessing also cacophony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jitney illbient amicably nothing least rhodium&lt;br /&gt;planet surrogate inferring attic illegitimate glower&lt;br /&gt;cinnamon listless agon flash nominal repeaters&lt;br /&gt;engineer lasix blooded integer lunge snark&lt;br /&gt;bleat holding silo abrogate borrower silence&lt;br /&gt;syllogism bluette prejudge naming structure goner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;collapsing either sortileges morrow thanthere feckless&lt;br /&gt;improbable ousia threshold entitle naivete serialize&lt;br /&gt;comparable tortola mistral ingredients also borealis&lt;br /&gt;armrest vocalize emplot gargoyle motto least&lt;br /&gt;affirm eitherwise notify anneal distribution thethen&lt;br /&gt;signatory abridge impulsion crash accordion beluga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nexus travail belligerent commute also thereas bloat&lt;br /&gt;curmudgeon alimentary banal fictive amplitude excess&lt;br /&gt;nitpick averse repetition lasix velveeta mirage&lt;br /&gt;collective illusion permafrost ghost implexy corespond&lt;br /&gt;either livery armistice noetic academe norm &lt;br /&gt;trot wilderness plague narcissus elementary stylism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typhoon sturdy armor cell switching erewhon roost&lt;br /&gt;anneal bivouac turnaround synchronize preen beret&lt;br /&gt;teeth virgilian primrose whichever wait interloper&lt;br /&gt;caveat norm stipulate license dendrite also&lt;br /&gt;manicurist avenir signal contour selector bailiffs&lt;br /&gt;findings dragnet infiltrate tectonic arena initialize&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-3020742885575777617?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/3020742885575777617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/from-6-x-6-x-6-peter-ganick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/3020742885575777617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/3020742885575777617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/from-6-x-6-x-6-peter-ganick.html' title='from 6 X 6 X 6 || Peter Ganick'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-2599236960046262191</id><published>2012-01-02T20:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:04:42.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 pomes || Billy Bob Beamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POME ?’s coccupy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should the executive stickout an automoobile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or elephant under load system instruct a target?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does  boring throughout collapse inside brown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchase? or does kin elephant  target instruction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do arithmetic scanners consent to smell contrasts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does ‘dramatic electorate’ spell religion capitalist bursts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the skeletons across decay forecasting  rage recover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does nextext significant bone laugh a sworn substance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When does radar prosecute opposite  pencils  an aged pump?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy? Do hinda bananas leap the infallible sugar aster sleep fort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do grouped crackers view state exceptions throwing errors inner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine corpse results in any scope\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinity breeds insanity feral  fear\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacking loss the junction closes fast\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poarto mighty complex  seen   abroad\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star horizontal to folks crowding   projects\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown bores  throughout collapses inside too\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machines hunt underneath eyepullied moontops\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome  now pass the messy beauty thoroughfare\\\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POME Lo splivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo splivers ars e whel bleu  gofing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leckmun sof gas ang howe hat errif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broed dimhat legan miver damosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fards alerd b roarean proppi wasti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iout storcered rat rompas son ming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;rung ath ut swathaver weelard   nunce&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;daivan tearea mit yutrag at  prestiepum&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;wer eptier emp ethe tering moght henan&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;mata dei whenre shi nif haen seckepaust&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;mombastchim steralingluingly henettood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;son ming rat rompas e whel bleu proppi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-2599236960046262191?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/2599236960046262191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-pomes-billy-bob-beamer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/2599236960046262191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/2599236960046262191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-pomes-billy-bob-beamer.html' title='2 pomes || Billy Bob Beamer'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-4403323814775606675</id><published>2012-01-02T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T17:54:44.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 poems || John Pursch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expiration Dates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantering contusion chips, baked below sea level, seamy in their frayed imaginings, cartwheel for ductile semblances of horn jitters, caressing cabbies at dusk, filling slushy side streets with a mockery of bowling bile blues. Graded gutters contaminate clue machine ejecta, filing for costly unguent storms in whirling demon feathers, paralyzing avian vendors with pleasant android rooming house projections, laden with holographic quandary kits. Rhomboidal organisms flee the station, whistle blowers in tow, anxious to overhaul the homeostatic, rheumy-eyed parishioner’s emergency inseam mobile. Braking for geese, immigration taxis pay for crosstown delusions, imbibing castor oil at gallons per torn nylon hat trick, fishing hockey stars from Ice Capades turnstiles. Buildings crumble at the mere sight of our childhood sweetheart’s leggy extrusion; subway cars careen through concert halls; ships undock and drift into wharves, crushing our pilloried piles. Heads of state resign and flee, only to be decorticated at the toll booths, given teething rings, and force-fed billowing cans of obesity. Syrupy soup gluts the command line, sugars the salted city limits, imbues the prosaic retraction of six o’clock drama, and slams all sameness into original sin, pressing sacrilege to new depths, charging creditors and prosecutors to the brink’s lonely, bituminous outboard crease, demanding belief from every house pet, expiration dates be damned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rewrite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusted by this catatonia, elements of the uprising disembark the time tunnel, eclipsing scrambled possibility generators, outracing any supercomputer’s predictive fence, predating all events, collapsing the world into boredom, occluding all known windows, faxing the future to all parallel pasts, rewriting every logged keystroke with simian gibberish, paradoxically preventing global warming, spontaneously cramming the skies with flying chairs, teleported kittens, and reincarnated giraffes. Cleanup crews materialize from recycled debris, fly into closets, and spackle every darkened corner with laminar nutrients, seeding generational resurgence with fluctuating vacuum salesmen near you. Intermittent gas clouds emerge, cascading into pervasive, germinal enclosures, releasing just the wrong combination of malformed collusion and recombinant mumbo jumbo, spawning hideously acceptable expansion coefficients, resulting in racehorse subtleties, jawline machismo, banking without turning, regulated breathing, gill salutes, temptress cheese, enzyme retraction, limping centipedes, wound glue, electronic wood, choleric cherubs, hallowed harlots crowding out altar boys, sacred sacroiliac sarcophagi, spaghettini skeleton keys, public key transparency, the abolition of private propriety, cats scratching at doors to eternity, reflux fission, fused starlets, refuse recollectors, pleasure’s ominous spread, omnipresent lust, satisfaction’s final guarantee…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embtial, Spontior Croot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arumena plenterfeil, a chobbler of nieth, &lt;br /&gt;engamaline frontermun, entombling chort, &lt;br /&gt;ackuvian hapecoat, corregian smoor, &lt;br /&gt;arshimle and porticene, &lt;br /&gt;ontumial chesterhock tremp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sulician horrier! O inchembile durise! &lt;br /&gt;En furengient octobular wronk in jemile malize! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toog a gramble of whexerman phrank, &lt;br /&gt;a gippontie clemt jamure; &lt;br /&gt;orch ein spoogley turmen taphleek, &lt;br /&gt;peramel and gleeter pajore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spemil, on crabble, of tenter and cheener daloop; &lt;br /&gt;if whooden carample or jarion eart, &lt;br /&gt;er gaminal pheat con parunial, embtial, spontior croot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-4403323814775606675?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/4403323814775606675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-poems-john-pursch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/4403323814775606675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/4403323814775606675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-poems-john-pursch.html' title='3 poems || John Pursch'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-8438311370605641442</id><published>2012-01-02T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T11:14:10.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poem || John M. Bennett</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Blow Away&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crusted wind I covered with&lt;br /&gt;eyesight the wind and tooth&lt;br /&gt;lost in the bottom drawer there&lt;br /&gt;was a wind I nailed to a board&lt;br /&gt;in the splintered garage the wind&lt;br /&gt;of numbers fogged in my pocket I&lt;br /&gt;shaved the wind from my trembling&lt;br /&gt;coat dogged the wind with my&lt;br /&gt;tongue gagged and soaked with&lt;br /&gt;wind your glasses retained my&lt;br /&gt;sandwich hollowed with wind and&lt;br /&gt;my undershirt a coughing towel of&lt;br /&gt;wind I cornered in the loot&lt;br /&gt;hidden in my closet the dribbling&lt;br /&gt;wind caressing my face I shoveled&lt;br /&gt;my ashes behind the wind and&lt;br /&gt;twisted around to the front of&lt;br /&gt;my wind a moon sunk in a bucket I&lt;br /&gt;cradled a wind in a darkened street&lt;br /&gt;in St. Louis 1961 the wind was&lt;br /&gt;a throat I strangled and opened&lt;br /&gt;was a sea its lunging mountains&lt;br /&gt;where I was the wind&lt;br /&gt;in 1948 I was a ship a small grey&lt;br /&gt;wall quaking and clanging&lt;br /&gt;in the circular wind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-8438311370605641442?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/8438311370605641442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/poem-john-m-bennett.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/8438311370605641442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/8438311370605641442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/poem-john-m-bennett.html' title='poem || John M. Bennett'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-5161304012182752565</id><published>2012-01-02T00:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:25:35.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pome || Billy Bob Beamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POME&lt;br /&gt;Insect ile  petunias        bandeyes&lt;br /&gt;rasher  goldaxes  glowth  pausets&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;dim pool mu bing blinktrans  late&lt;br /&gt;coastmice les fleurs  hung   huge&lt;br /&gt;heavy   steady:  morning  twi light&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;undrstoo droop roof drip: shockfor&lt;br /&gt;t’um landscap mirror           shadow&lt;br /&gt;incernireachil  sup pius day  undose&lt;br /&gt;phemooforth eaposes  recteth bab&lt;br /&gt;ernes serv  late opening   last dunce&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;landkustre feetmolving waytatay urn&lt;br /&gt;gettingdevershorn blithings forche  a&lt;br /&gt;rost songry pirit ter ningsent vominet&lt;br /&gt;vominee vominus:  burnend   part one&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;horizon relay emaciated laughskin: now&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-5161304012182752565?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/5161304012182752565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/pome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/5161304012182752565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/5161304012182752565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/pome.html' title='pome || Billy Bob Beamer'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-2879011142997473784</id><published>2012-01-01T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T18:48:53.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 poems || Felino A. Soriano</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Old Homes 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lavender)coruscated light(mischief&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        wanders&lt;br /&gt;denying shadow-whole rhythms          excavated                    wonders&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    the&lt;br /&gt;exterior divides:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;rehabilitated (unyet) walls of opened desire&lt;br /&gt;                                    for&lt;br /&gt;                        angling flies’ roaming artistry and&lt;br /&gt;woven wind’s anecdotal freedom amid&lt;br /&gt;abandoned concepts of aggregated&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                                animation. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Old Homes 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Worn bench&lt;br /&gt;            seatless, corporeal fascination:                        the bodied warmth coalesced&lt;br /&gt;                                    elsewhere motivation               ambulation&lt;br /&gt;fondness.  Porch&lt;br /&gt;                                                e&lt;br /&gt;                                                  n&lt;br /&gt;                                                   c&lt;br /&gt;                                                  l&lt;br /&gt;                                                o&lt;br /&gt;                                                s&lt;br /&gt;                                               e&lt;br /&gt;                                              d           &lt;br /&gt;                        waist of elongated emaciation&lt;br /&gt;‘round chair’s integrated warping&lt;br /&gt;                                                            and enunciated dilemma.  Many&lt;br /&gt;supine documents of prior fulcrums&lt;br /&gt;            opened&lt;br /&gt;renovation                   displaying hand and coordinated movements.  References rotate&lt;br /&gt;layer logos unwinding mutations&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;muted language etched into antiquated variances of a family’s&lt;br /&gt;eloping methods of death’s ornamental bequeathing. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Old Homes 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                        Whimsy of&lt;br /&gt;solid foundation, splayed attention character&lt;br /&gt;quality example enthusiast the builder&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        collocating&lt;br /&gt;eyes|frequency&lt;br /&gt;            interested design          porch of unbalanced favor thus&lt;br /&gt;enveloping meander of a child’s deliberate&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;facilitating leap.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                                Off (slanted, weighted, numerical imbed)&lt;br /&gt;                                    roams such&lt;br /&gt;slender&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;facets&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;forgoing&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;radial maneuvers of Sunday affirmations. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-2879011142997473784?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/2879011142997473784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-poems-felino-soriano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/2879011142997473784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/2879011142997473784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-poems-felino-soriano.html' title='3 poems || Felino A. Soriano'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-7547292824720870425</id><published>2012-01-01T12:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T12:17:38.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>haibun || Sheila E. Murphy</title><content type='html'>In a minute, in the village, in the way, along the weather, temple fit-out of the wind line,&lt;br /&gt;feathers twirl dry haste. Veil falls from sky. Exceedingly, the instant relays&lt;br /&gt;cleansed miniature mind plots. A curious appearing window, not quite square.&lt;br /&gt;Leisure of hereby looking-in. Rubbed stateroom entry vowel tones. A vibrato. How we&lt;br /&gt;wait for sustenance, thus blended, in contentment. Tray left home, to house a plenary&lt;br /&gt;retreat. Some stain, some winter from the sentence left to say a better remnant. One way&lt;br /&gt;of fingering an effete note, reading hold signs. A long poem rendered via voice alone.&lt;br /&gt;Piece played within the space. A fraction of the tempo laid to rest, best practice.&lt;br /&gt;Sample size endowed with scripts held blond to rights, margin of fear, margin of say-so,&lt;br /&gt;blended in arrears, a modicum of stasis. Vows and fate and semblances. The reins let go&lt;br /&gt;into a village, gainshare, housing, window. Forenoon, called a little fate. Enriching sun in &lt;br /&gt;meadow.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Freight drawn across, a fraction of the moon upon a time line, notes along the snow&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sheila E. Murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-7547292824720870425?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7547292824720870425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/haibun-sheila-e-murphy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7547292824720870425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7547292824720870425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2012/01/haibun-sheila-e-murphy.html' title='haibun || Sheila E. Murphy'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-2649592860904145668</id><published>2011-12-31T18:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T18:24:34.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poem || John M. Bennett</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ENTER&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enter  the listing shadow the&lt;br /&gt;crawling spoon the stunned&lt;br /&gt;locker vomiting sugar enter&lt;br /&gt;the steps clattering into the&lt;br /&gt;mildew where a lampshade&lt;br /&gt;growls in the dust enter the&lt;br /&gt;luggage where a book smolders&lt;br /&gt;and shoulders into the underwear&lt;br /&gt;enter the crawling ladder enter&lt;br /&gt;the skull indentions where your&lt;br /&gt;thumb has lost its eyes enter&lt;br /&gt;the comb falling from your&lt;br /&gt;glasses enter the swallowed&lt;br /&gt;air enter the towel you wipe&lt;br /&gt;your ass with enter the&lt;br /&gt;cumbre de los pedos enter&lt;br /&gt;the system throated and&lt;br /&gt;scummy with detergent enter&lt;br /&gt;the scowling sock drawer where&lt;br /&gt;your urn awaits enter the&lt;br /&gt;lather enter the vienna&lt;br /&gt;sausage enter the window&lt;br /&gt;into the whistling deep in your&lt;br /&gt;sailing ear the hissing where the&lt;br /&gt;horizon sinks scrawling into the lake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-2649592860904145668?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/2649592860904145668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/poem-john-m-bennett_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/2649592860904145668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/2649592860904145668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/poem-john-m-bennett_31.html' title='poem || John M. Bennett'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-7672857257328999113</id><published>2011-12-31T18:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T18:18:14.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pome || Billy Bob Beamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POM[E]p’a[in[]]]st/\;[[k/in]g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To[ p]-][‘s] f[i]n]g=reprints;’[[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; go o;n’e [m]i/rr.or\ remar ‘;][&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k’unde;rw’o]r[ld/ b.r.i,ll,ia’n]t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extra fraae;t [ta]]l[i=s-ma’ni]o\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secret/ /pu’b[l]ipsh[e]d ;wh’at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happ;en’ed] [t[r/ac[e]s= -secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;religio.s;up’er]n[a[tu/r/a’l[ ]s]ham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animsm. f/I’g;u[rl]e=d -out what mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shro]o.ms/ ‘fo]u[n]d= k\ind ly tran;’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.s/c’ende][];=-//.’’;]nts  recorde’d ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o/’;]n ;’;]w[a[l]l=s/ w.hat a gut is en&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tangled blu this goof goff ston[]eage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; welcom][\e hi good to be exciting g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ood to be’ ‘he]a[d/ d.o.wn; ‘talking k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eep up; ‘at[ ]f[re/e =p-l=a]c\e\ ask’][&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;’] the simplest possible question two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tim]]e[‘[]/]mylines stoneages dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time and th;;]][en com;’;//[]=ing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here ano//.’;];[]=ther coinc;’][]ide the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit’uat’’;][\io\n in h[ear]t jun[gl]eshav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e’’[ un;co’n[t]a[c\te-d= \tr/unds lobe f&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orgo;t’t[e]n\ d-=eb/i.o\n[ hiway drench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fa/.’’;ct; ]i[[n]c=re-d[ a]re tribes scale in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rem;ot’e[s]t[ ]pas/s.in;g’ ‘m[o]r\e –t=han mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;llion;s; ‘do[o]mw\e=re- o/n. ;p’lanet majority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;al’s’o[ ]h/i.gh;l’y[‘ n]o]t conque./;’[red space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exp;’[]l’;[oring] ma[p]ping wo’;[orld] do]si]er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S’o ;f’or] [t\he later bo;’[][o=k ano=m loo=p c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rea’;][t[ed] [o\u-r= / rogram ears copied from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urc’’;][[[e[s] –as= \looks during;’[] icing c]ut[to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……………….. take a break jail doon…………&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-7672857257328999113?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7672857257328999113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/pome-billy-bob-beamer_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7672857257328999113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7672857257328999113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/pome-billy-bob-beamer_31.html' title='pome || Billy Bob Beamer'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-1209025484063890513</id><published>2011-12-31T08:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T08:24:32.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 poems || wayne mason</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lounge Zero Redux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting still at the dream bar. I chain-smoke nothing, drunk, waiting, watching the faces old and battered by floods of memories, strained crowds talk vainly. Play and stare at the rear blaring alarm and sleep. Wretches want t.v. screens, wretches want slow meaningless death. Crosley nods off after drowning in a mirror.  Unknown low lights, neon beer and laughter. Factory nightclubs swallow wild teenagers. Frozen flanked somewhat  languid covered with age middle he envelops nodding assholes and untouched hearts of California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These rare moments pop. Half blue eyes penetrating mildew of years ever felt. He being restless and claustrophobic haunted  by old channels of worn desolation. The groans of this room scream heartache. All he was I killed and shifted his grave in contorted infinity. There is a mirror near the bed that works two ways. He inquires about deconstruction. All things went beyond the scars you created. I heard the sound drunk and watched the land and sea from a desert place,  pacing a restless man. Empty worlds, the occurrence of things to such a meditation in itself like sleep of peaceful moments to slip under pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Am A Factory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nihilism factories illuminated in robotic sounds and blaring darkness. Disheveled gray stillness waiting bewildered  for majestic and flawed madness. Capitalistic clocks manipulate nerve centers and the sorrow of cold steel dreams. Professional chaos plagues sidewalk illusion made from nothing. Clamoring of treading monsters retreating into the auspices of night. Spit my metal and fantasia of machines. Counting middle fingers as currency. We are professionals. Holy vultures circle dead skies over captivity kids riding futility. I slip comfortably into the anonymity of enslaved motion. I am a factory within myself. There will be whistles and fingers  tapping. The sound of wind, talking, farting, ringing in your ears. No voices from angels and saints of consciousness. Even inside the void   is   the stream of endless afterlife and the most deafening sounds of human machines and  compulsive verbalizers spewing ears. Only silence. Capitalistic vacuums. Feet stomping silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anarchists and Bodhisattvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why coherence?” the Bodhisatta pondered more than ever. Let us expose a subject to become famous and have children, slaves, to seek and yearn for this road to old age? Wife and death say what their actions deserve. And what subject? Death. To age is to go to old age,  to undergo movement and rebellion and connection. Disease is the doubt of this possibility. Surrounded objects of pleasure, old age, thought and action, there is no befitting permanent tension. Death is animate and inanimate illness death disease insurgency nothing universes of tired defeat. The self of death, age, and universal forms. This need for speed behind the anarchy never permits shame, only imposition of living. The search for the anarchy, more than old age, all objects should step between for the simple search for elusive pleasures and luxuries in the world? What brings you to your rulers? Will I form coherence? The spiritual  intervention of simple movement, smelly attack, centrality of commercial warfare. In declaration desire and force in conflict. All there is, look! Code preach the denial. Turmoil with the machine. Authority and consistency, all things, how and why. Let's wallow in the excess of possibility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Chorus Of Desperation  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Salacious old men drinking more to&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;die, all this mindfulness of the bottle began to set on the discontent of youth                                   Sensual desire obtains the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun slowly  increased awareness of stars cursing all admiring her            that leading up to my body   strategies and attitudes experience                                                            stress this possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is virtually   without effort  &lt;br /&gt;My vain      beauty my window and   like a watering means that they my pities          and a moment   is, the forest, all the at the                     same level,  Buddha's       awakening   only at night…. all my drunken      habitual &lt;br /&gt;tendencies fervor to penetrate &lt;br /&gt;highways in unison   treading deep into euphoria that cuts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;towards the pain  I roll down into her subconscious mysterious darkness escaping the&lt;br /&gt;principles of weakening sorrow    station the minds bewilderment      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              leading to lessons &lt;br /&gt;                             of  pain itself     We chanted a chorus of desperation through dark corners to      those who humble themselves         One with &lt;br /&gt;the pain swept away        truth is all that is needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-1209025484063890513?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/1209025484063890513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/4-poems-wayne-mason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1209025484063890513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1209025484063890513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/4-poems-wayne-mason.html' title='4 poems || wayne mason'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-2963975957959287062</id><published>2011-12-30T23:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:43:20.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>haibun || Sheila E. Murphy</title><content type='html'>Under the auspices of influence, under the influence of auspices,&lt;br /&gt;she let go boundaries to which I was accustomed. I am reminded&lt;br /&gt;of my safety and reserve when I accompany an individual who is&lt;br /&gt;forever lost to me. Because I am, and have been, comfortable is&lt;br /&gt;not a sentence. She was not at peace, and she is gone. I promise you&lt;br /&gt;I would not change a thing I did not do. I listened and I told her&lt;br /&gt;she had nothing she should fear. Her psyche was absorbed&lt;br /&gt;in making a disturbance that resulted from her need. I slept a long&lt;br /&gt;time and escaped into the night. I knew that there were no activities&lt;br /&gt;I wanted beyond solitude. A friend is quiet many times you want&lt;br /&gt;to ask her where she works and does she. I then heard a thousand&lt;br /&gt;words include repeated words. I warmed the sound, was reminded&lt;br /&gt;of a music they would subsequently be. She sought to enlist me&lt;br /&gt;in retaliating against people who had frozen into cruelty. How fluid&lt;br /&gt;she was not, how innocent she feigned to be. She chaperoned her&lt;br /&gt;own heart, blamed the others for withholding what would soothe.&lt;br /&gt;Her warm face and modest colored hair. I looked back without feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Often I am there. She mentioned generosity attributed to me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A watch unwound, a wounding, defense de fumer, change, likeness&lt;br /&gt;and tone&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sheila E. Murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-2963975957959287062?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/2963975957959287062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/2963975957959287062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/2963975957959287062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_30.html' title='haibun || Sheila E. Murphy'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-7881182283212955935</id><published>2011-12-30T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T21:30:41.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 poems || John Pursch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fleener Bleath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whorkish tranie bonsic elterman’s chout definal grieg; &lt;br /&gt;pren demeinor ambulintal croopa pleen jaried; &lt;br /&gt;emptired ans quen oudelentia, plonila oon tawhee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dast gript enfiner outermanten plonch bezein tourien. &lt;br /&gt;Emenir oosh tarainian menter belth, &lt;br /&gt;zent occal ej skentil er frenem caranimace &lt;br /&gt;welther laun spoojie rawn, kemile dor fleener bleath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Slather of Belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The gentry, in their crockery platoons, affix dermal fraternity to peerless, queasy mobility, backing relief tokens of dire, infused cahoots. Medallions of steel and cork, flicked across standing flavors, gently pry the ribbon cannery from perched, impending anthologies, irrigating the landless crescent with soothing grape pestles. Hovering in cylinders of merged, official feet, a sluice gate snips garden rovers for half a can of swollen matrons, embracing stock parturition and smartly quaffed compendia. Sailors lean, stacked to the spackled gills, bottled with sleep, lighting a coroner's dustbin. Statues smile and roll their dipoles, eyeing curious house pets and childhood banners. Infinity interferes with selfish separation of clear plastic entrails, timing the fruition of dolls and craven mischief. Stone platters indemnify the mean, dowsing for bandwidth sufferers, ringing the crude, curvaceous cataclysm's genial line. Buried in eons of raw anions, factoids peer through bland, christened dainties, cycling period flues and tethered charge, stippled in wood. Chances grease timid, probing jesters with lakes of buttered yams, craning our necks for transparent need. Memory traps gleeful ejecta, spitting honed celluloid, grinning at turf wars and geriatric mutations. Servile intonations erupt over captain's chairs, shear the wheeled motet, and bark a dozen malaprops at fierce, injected skies. Checking the granular wind chute, we bind incipient sneezes to cooling tart locales, etching moored platters with strutting grain lectures. Better than blotted cheesecloth, a burlap rotogravure spells a boffin for the beeline, intimating a slather of frail belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Spepenstea Mon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herm lawly ras empufick's paruzian elgh, &lt;br /&gt;orimen eer stentim deis oophen's werald impreat. &lt;br /&gt;Adger, weit menkam flaxon otem, &lt;br /&gt;orping lall darumence and dostils of gleath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummint rown zein brimp, clastint spemt &lt;br /&gt;dorn floogal, emtine spooph, &lt;br /&gt;he zimbals eim canred uridon, quebbling beinf, &lt;br /&gt;urgine elfils toum amtie umptilion erks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourders emfly ilph hentin quebbs, &lt;br /&gt;fribulot orgers bie mald puer. &lt;br /&gt;Ob hemilical nenterine carn &lt;br /&gt;spens etchiles of vure, &lt;br /&gt;squential en ots marn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flixid mencers enjire &lt;br /&gt;the orthom noom's prant espozian, &lt;br /&gt;uritine om sher perimozen gence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newing innels fenk het cantorimbal odgcarts, &lt;br /&gt;hortibon loumers phot en deinst quilime bleaming, &lt;br /&gt;architom hennel plen tarbint spom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, yeth soreng beems rong ontims, &lt;br /&gt;espeerin collumia thill spepenstea mon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-7881182283212955935?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7881182283212955935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-poems-john-pursch_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7881182283212955935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7881182283212955935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-poems-john-pursch_30.html' title='3 poems || John Pursch'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-269483692984993513</id><published>2011-12-30T13:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T13:43:38.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pome || Billy Bob Beamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;20 recordings/ re-orderings/ an orstory w/ messages: in 50 chances (aleatory sav or y)...bEAMeR, bb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Messages: think eating doubtfully, thought of the man who, in his, as is your’s before, based on getting a No, he’s back muttering, undoubtedly calculating terminally, and felt he was, his own messages: but Even anymore or worse and then pray&lt;br /&gt;that the camera is at angles; it spun the heated young  ladies and what they accomplished! My laugh, Well those couldnt stay people’s messages: even&lt;br /&gt;spitting up think movements. sung The master price that was the down and out in the house then heard with sorrow that crickets the night What content Alrighty then!&lt;br /&gt;It is those the frames do not believe destruction will thresh-pot, will do any such thing for a message: with that What, rice still shot keeping up this copper silly smite jest? My f’in crickets seemed adaptations When grain I do myself the honour tightly fights of relieved speaking to you: warm orange No more have I, outstanding said or sent my messages: and I am glad to do as But what, sweep or said after mix grease   sponge a pause,   can have been and&lt;br /&gt;to them increase twist outgoing Do you repent? asked ill a deep, solemn voice, which if  the interpretation’s tone  had as once though nothing&lt;br /&gt;again Of history’s messages: fatally slap what must I sew, repent? stammered. that this was to Yeah very worried well babies Oh, no, your table root excellency, sling wreck unless you intend educational about it as now And what is to flood I do not know pump motionless pay with, a brute? said nothing...messages:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;to matter Yes all brainy of them, leg-think. They purpose or propose all paint tables, Your double accountant’s modern list rudely gusts of the common extent of accomplishments To. science road inside it and an ear was welcome intelligence -- other generals do features, things that knelt to nothing help, down do with insects and say to search On soft Sunday, soothe messages: after morning wake. service, the       separation, determine the plan trapped&lt;br /&gt;inside this on-genre .deigned morning not to need make bubble any pay reply; but hands for Your committee release this chain has or makes happy in your pocket participating room has booted us Really, suspiciously , slung and cried level with some Don't keep breeding drums coughing the average offers so so, for heaven's sake!messages: the one in waiting is now An ass, thorough, determinedly one blew smashed disliked forgiven of seats never -- a dislike made&lt;br /&gt;for melodic hours They lock them up were faithful not welcomed funny home came crashing very cordially down crazy by a film that is a zipper Bug Grim like unto a Bowl Reaper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-269483692984993513?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/269483692984993513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/pome-billy-bob-beamer_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/269483692984993513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/269483692984993513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/pome-billy-bob-beamer_30.html' title='pome || Billy Bob Beamer'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-7091293562734175829</id><published>2011-12-29T18:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T18:33:53.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poem || Edward Nichols</title><content type='html'>The ignorants they are Tis apalling.Formulating to Orgone. Here are these frequencis hovering though the air, spatial Frequencies spatial frequentials, asI calling  volunation  verigated prelocussedBinoculars Zooming focused from Hermes in with his vlip-reading reading ability&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.He would watcy Wagner and Dr.dent conversinbAnd read&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-7091293562734175829?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7091293562734175829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/poem-edward-nichols_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7091293562734175829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7091293562734175829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/poem-edward-nichols_29.html' title='poem || Edward Nichols'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-6965081068044669650</id><published>2011-12-29T10:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:48:18.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 poems || William Keckler</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AFTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will have a conversation with you&lt;br /&gt;but only if you agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to have this conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of a blizzard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to wander very far with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into the depths of this blizzard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking very rapidly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and very hostilely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a very long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and we will play chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with two bottles of cold medicine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we are doing this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course you can't bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the non-drowsy formula either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless you are like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a total pussy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TOTAL CHADS!!!&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDE, WALL TO MOTHERFUCKING WALL TOTAL CHADS all day long, 24-7 TOTAL CHADS. TOTAL CHADS boxing each other in voluminous luminous sweats then eating cereal TOGETHER QUIETLY after. Fluorescent UFO-themed TOTAL CHAD cereals. MANDALAS spoked FLUORESCENT CHAD VAN DAANIKEN WHEELS and CRUNCHY EMOTICONS TOTAL CHADS SO LOVE float in milk float in TOTAL CHAD PROTEIN SHORTHAND all TOTAL CHADS love. SPOON someone's proof of TOTAL CHAD EVOLUTION. TOTAL CHADS play with spoons SPOONMAN they LIKE METALLICA don't SPOON OTHER TOTAL CHADS. Spoon shorthand equals spork me. SPARKY SPARKLY TOTAL CHAD HORSECOCK. TOTALLY CHAD EQUINES at racetrack. TOTAL CHAD HORSEBODIES getting some CHAD HORSETAIL spike their OWN TOTAL CHAD DRINKS with TOTALLY CHAD ROOFIES so they can RAPE THEIR CHADASS SELVES and be their own TOTALLY CHAD DATE RAPISTS. TOTAL CHAD in pregnant pause eating cereal with one massive arm resting in a TOTALLY CHAD ROOM massive CHAD ARM resting on a round wooden table near another TOTAL CHAD. TOTAL CHAD resting spoon upside-down on tongue and letting TOTAL CHAD tongue loll at other EQUALLY nonverbal TOTAL CHAD. Other TOTAL CHAD balancing spoon on TOTAL CHAD NOSE making sexy bonobo CHADFACE like a TOTAL MOTHERFUCKING CHAD!! TOTAL CHADS wrestling around in organza on the MILITARY CHANNEL. HITLER'S LEBENSBORN A TOTAL CHAD PROJECT. Hitler always wanted TOTAL CHADS all around his pale womanly body. TOTAL CHADS looking together towards TOTAL CHOADS passing by in gym TOTALLY DESTROYED wishing they were TOTAL CHADS. TOTAL CHADS FUCKING TOTAL CHOADS on Sean Cody's Mom's dining room table on the HISTORY CHANNEL. TOTAL CHADS deep into INVESTIGATION DISCOVERY. TOTAL CHAD SOIXANTE-NEUF, ANGRY TOTAL CHAD SOIXANTE-HUIT with subtitles on the CONFUSING OBNOXIOUSLY FRENCH TOTAL CHADS COMFORTINGLY CZECHOSLAVOKIAN OR GERMAN CHANNEL. TOTAL CHADS swimming the ENGLISH CHANNEL OF BISEXUALITY. TOTAL CHADS breaking Mom's lavendar flower bathroom decoration flowers preserved in glass in oil to pour the oils on their hot overheated TOTAL CHAD bodies over their TOTAL CHAD COCKS CHADASSES and watching oil pool in their TOTALLY CHAD NAVELS LIKE TOTAL CHADASSES. TOTAL CHAD BENDING OVER to put a TOTAL CHAD bumpersticker on his TOTALLY CHAD ELECTRIC LEAF HIS TOTAL CHAD BROWNSHIRT HUMMER. Electric Leaf collides with planetfucker Hummer but it's TOTALLY CHAD because this leads to TOTALLY CHAD MONKEY PUNK (HOT CHAD BOI) MONKEYTONK (HOT CHAD BEAR) GOLD'S GYM (HOT CHAD BO) MONKEYTREE (HOT CHAD TWINK) SEX! TOTAL CHAD raping a TOTALLY CHADWICK CHOAD who posed as a TOTAL CHAD just to see what it would feel like. At the UNIVERSITY FOR TOTAL CHADS. CHADHOUSE FRATERNITIES drinking each other's cum and tasting roofies and cereal CHAD VITAMINS. CHAD RIBOFLAVIN. CHAD NIACIN. Drinking TOTAL CHAD CUM LAUDE. TOTAL CHAD &lt;br /&gt;facing TOTAL CHOAD in court FALLING IN TOTAL CHAD LOVE. TOTAL CHAD waiting for TOTAL CHAD in prison and then having hot TOTAL CHAD PROBABLY ILLEGAL PAROLEE SEX on the living room floor of his BEST CHAD. Crying into TOTALLY CHADWICK organza. Pouring TOTAL CHAD cereal all over each other's TOTAL CHAD BODIES and becoming MONKEYCHADS scary when fingers interlace. AN UNCHADLIKE MOMENT. UNCOMMON CHAD LOVE. TOTALLY CHAD desire to have GOLD'S GYM emoticon carved in TOTAL CHAD TOMBSTONE. TOTAL CHAD in mourning for TOTAL CHAD. TOTAL CHAD taking pills PLAYING catch up. Fear of a TOTALLY CHADWICK DEATH drives TOTAL CHAD to HUMMER SUICIDE. Hummer goes off cliff with TOTAL CHAD inside thinking this is a TOTALLY CHAD death. TOTAL CHAD worries about wrong air freshener when TOTAL CHAD TWINK CRUSH CRUISEE gets on board TOTAL CHAD DRIVE. TOTAL CHAD wonders how it can still be alive? TOTAL CHADS have healthy socialist life on the HISTORY CHANNEL. OCTOGENARIAN GERMAN FORMER TOTAL CHADS talk about how they miss the smell of German TOTAL CHAD LEATHER then say something moral about planting wintergreen across fields where TOTAL CHAD MASSACRES occurred over and over. TOTAL CHAD WISTFULNESS for a few seconds then a commercial for something TOTAL CHADS want so fucking bad to punch in its MOTHERFUCKING FACE (FOREPLAY WITH TELEVISION IS A GOOD TOTAL CHAD DIAGNOSTIC TOOL).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-6965081068044669650?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/6965081068044669650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/2-poems-william-keckler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/6965081068044669650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/6965081068044669650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/2-poems-william-keckler.html' title='2 poems || William Keckler'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-5597342591725008665</id><published>2011-12-29T10:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:44:13.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 poems || Vernon Frazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future Reflections on the Past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vatic appliance retreads&lt;br /&gt;bluster past the foreign shore&lt;br /&gt;to wake their own nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the waiting, room still applies.&lt;br /&gt;Its motion: encroachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the new &lt;br /&gt;bring itself in barrier lifts,&lt;br /&gt;the spirit annulled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its caste of retrofit amnesia,&lt;br /&gt;and scored its threaded ventricles&lt;br /&gt;where the rifts enjambed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their line. Of thought's precursors,&lt;br /&gt;the ambivalent muster threaded &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courage, tablets sharing the taste&lt;br /&gt;of the fallen pillars, a memory &lt;br /&gt;calling too soon to be remembered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Keeping What Was When&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caucusing a brittle gradient&lt;br /&gt;tarnished the varnish sealant&lt;br /&gt;before it could grip the irons&lt;br /&gt;bastioning the corridor platelets.&lt;br /&gt;Velcro yearnings dampened &lt;br /&gt;trash compactor metaphors&lt;br /&gt;yawning parietal rift fashions.&lt;br /&gt;Dawn’s shifting splashes lifted&lt;br /&gt;little to stadium displays, brittle&lt;br /&gt;as their stated passions played&lt;br /&gt;out before the cash drawers&lt;br /&gt;tarnished the vocal residue&lt;br /&gt;impeding the offset. The need&lt;br /&gt;to turn around the yearning core&lt;br /&gt;stayed out of traction mists&lt;br /&gt;before looming prefects restored&lt;br /&gt;the shadow lectures, in memory &lt;br /&gt;if not defeat. The pampered feet&lt;br /&gt;walking runways too late shored&lt;br /&gt;the stories unreeling tales of&lt;br /&gt;tampered platitudes, spinning&lt;br /&gt;meaning across tossed entrails&lt;br /&gt;groping for a family montage&lt;br /&gt;at the footing laid before unpaid&lt;br /&gt;burning left the ciphers untracked&lt;br /&gt;and the median entry. Attitudes &lt;br /&gt;centered on lost persuasion caught&lt;br /&gt;the leer’s end mightily focused&lt;br /&gt;on a past montage quickly crashed&lt;br /&gt;after filmic residue lashed the cast&lt;br /&gt;reduction with mirrored defections&lt;br /&gt;to parliaments unknown. Cash-grown&lt;br /&gt;factors splayed the outside totem&lt;br /&gt;entering through receding &lt;br /&gt;bravado tractors tilling the foil &lt;br /&gt;delayed past noon’s return. &lt;br /&gt;Bricolage paired unlikely matches&lt;br /&gt;tipping sulfur to the booming&lt;br /&gt;lectern, a patio reflux pageant &lt;br /&gt;whose messages sent past entering&lt;br /&gt;granule tarnish. No matter how &lt;br /&gt;sweet the plangent, the slipping&lt;br /&gt;tongue lunged faster than its own&lt;br /&gt;rhetoric could spill puling scrawls&lt;br /&gt;across the despairing tables of&lt;br /&gt;spoon-fed wandering. Near the&lt;br /&gt;deflections current ripped pages&lt;br /&gt;from antiquarian nostril settings,&lt;br /&gt;icing the tableau before filler cakes&lt;br /&gt;revived the preceding burn, still&lt;br /&gt;yearning for a pickled radiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following Bravely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuspidor screaming blue vertigo entrails&lt;br /&gt;omnibus clustered apparel’s delight&lt;br /&gt;the tenebrous tactical crescent inbreeding&lt;br /&gt;a maximum animal wandered dream-wet&lt;br /&gt;oscillated venture tensions cracking&lt;br /&gt;vandal easement zoning boards weathered&lt;br /&gt;crossed cadenzas nourished under sweat&lt;br /&gt;bandana cradles drumming ritual haze&lt;br /&gt;to lidded umber shackles uplifted &lt;br /&gt;at the very tension that the name implied &lt;br /&gt;before conceiving bracket checks &lt;br /&gt;or tilted oven magic basted to wilting&lt;br /&gt;padlock dreams rusting doors before&lt;br /&gt;they happen to click turnstile ovens&lt;br /&gt;for sharked bakers pruning avocado&lt;br /&gt;splints before taste rakes butter hangars&lt;br /&gt;to pimento devices undertaking runic&lt;br /&gt;mannerist prefaces muttering epithets&lt;br /&gt;against the sea comb nearly darkened&lt;br /&gt;to the vertical slabs intended to block&lt;br /&gt;luster trading cloven ventures dusting &lt;br /&gt;shock acerbic nostril mantras in the cold&lt;br /&gt;mosaic of flange-bent dreams curried&lt;br /&gt;at ghost writers told to host the subject&lt;br /&gt;before its predicate bounds to another leap&lt;br /&gt;years before the anniversary battles&lt;br /&gt;number the high lanes of tanker sails&lt;br /&gt;pitch against the fence winds clustered&lt;br /&gt;about the door to surfeit the privilege &lt;br /&gt;montage carried in stark juxtaposition&lt;br /&gt;packets film camels elicit form quagmire&lt;br /&gt;polish when bent vesicles sweeten&lt;br /&gt;disdain as cortical equivalent masted&lt;br /&gt;though winds that salt predicate numerals&lt;br /&gt;entrenching their renewed viscosity in amber&lt;br /&gt;conveyance charged lightly to sugar bush&lt;br /&gt;the red antenna cresting visibly on blank&lt;br /&gt;patterns reconciled to holistic drama gears&lt;br /&gt;shift like the wind in its pail or its intent&lt;br /&gt;nominally assured rental vehicles rounding&lt;br /&gt;dead pavements personified as tactile intent&lt;br /&gt;whose corona varies factual replication &lt;br /&gt;tints that matter to lumbering bluster trim&lt;br /&gt;as carnival sails escargot failures to slow&lt;br /&gt;rotisseries harbored in the revenue dockets&lt;br /&gt;where tobacconists revel in foundries mute&lt;br /&gt;to the splay of fortune legs tabled where fear&lt;br /&gt;strikes marimba chimes predating pestilence&lt;br /&gt;and predatory harp shakers lampoon the sudden&lt;br /&gt;miscreant blocking wind gusts bursting tonic&lt;br /&gt;encomiums fed nightly under canker veils&lt;br /&gt;left to soup the entourage its courage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-5597342591725008665?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/5597342591725008665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-poems-vernon-frazer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/5597342591725008665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/5597342591725008665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-poems-vernon-frazer.html' title='3 poems || Vernon Frazer'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-7123723412361214816</id><published>2011-12-28T18:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:32:43.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>haibun || Sheila E. Murphy</title><content type='html'>Ration&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Silver of the children cautions candlelight. It is exceptional to wing where slivers chime.&lt;br /&gt;One's chemistry repairs the body that revives the spirit that may overtake the past&lt;br /&gt;against our bitter judge. The word entonces lightens each responsibility. One chastens cleats,&lt;br /&gt;then trods. One stakes a claim, one sees the vintner, one approximates what venal repertoire&lt;br /&gt;once salted these surroundings. She serves us etouffe it was a gem, as lights triangulated&lt;br /&gt;any thought of venturing. Now harmony eclipses volleying, and safety turns to afterthought.&lt;br /&gt;As a rule, I compensate for exasperation. And symptoms of a stalwart lass begin to carve&lt;br /&gt;a place for dancing we imposed upon mere doppelgangers in new motion. Various&lt;br /&gt;contingencies went blank. We nerved the numb feat of the wheel aglimmer. And short-changed&lt;br /&gt;obvious contralto venom where it was. When I hear singing I hear temperance. And when I sip,&lt;br /&gt;I toast your health, and when you leave my feelings injured, I reverse the slim remote.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Constancy of purpose, wingspan, miles walked amid pale light to think by&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sheila E. Murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-7123723412361214816?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7123723412361214816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7123723412361214816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7123723412361214816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_28.html' title='haibun || Sheila E. Murphy'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-5899673412678543148</id><published>2011-12-28T12:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:26:20.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>from 'POMES @ ex-ex-lit' || Billy Bob Beamer</title><content type='html'>POM[Ew]o[od]pa[tc]&lt;br /&gt;hsu[mw]in[me]rter]&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;shan/.'.;;.[]...daoh;.'.[].[].=&lt;br /&gt;,..,.,..,..,.,&lt;br /&gt;lah..,;',;,[][ couer.;',[,][],[,=&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;rein ..,;,l,[].[\\\//.&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;../.;.'.[]]].[.=\.=.-&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;lolobjo/\n..,;,[].&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br 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/&gt;urpeceurpaceurpeeurp.,;,[]l[&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-5899673412678543148?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/5899673412678543148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-pomes-ex-ex-lit-billy-bob-beamer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/5899673412678543148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/5899673412678543148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-pomes-ex-ex-lit-billy-bob-beamer.html' title='from &apos;POMES @ ex-ex-lit&apos; || Billy Bob Beamer'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-7123230507627479749</id><published>2011-12-28T12:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:19:33.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>from 'famine' || andrew topel</title><content type='html'>language does not mean;&lt;br /&gt;only whispers to the mind&lt;br /&gt;possibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;famine gamble beware the text that rambles scrambled ham shambles mumbles bubbles trouble double stubble stamina manna anaconda Honda pond wand wound doomed womb 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slot plop a lot of loot scooter shooting pot mouth down south out too bug in a tux tug gag rig fixture mixes saga gage hog caged rage high saddle aside sadden Saturn turning burnt addle batter odder sadder battle solder adding subtle soldiers sedge sidle ledge edgier deafer dude dodge shoe dough few Zen frenzy foe bight the lights tonight mighty knight ghetto might spit sprite hit white hut hate hot robot snot hat hiatus hide strut gutter rebut butter yet it too froze tug chital whitlow kite aloft light fight hit kilo pet spittle knitter idle citole kitten in Idaho chital Tylenol into nymph ankle ant banks ankhs skiff drifter shifting chef earth rich after shaft enrich every arch birth very eerie leery bee perched right jailer halo hello shako hill while whale hula-hoop kilos tickle ilk elk film ink stinker blinking think things stinging ruing rain of ruin using signs suing kings aligned &amp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-7123230507627479749?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7123230507627479749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-famine-andrew-topel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7123230507627479749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7123230507627479749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-famine-andrew-topel.html' title='from &apos;famine&apos; || andrew topel'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-2012796854074899457</id><published>2011-12-28T12:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:16:32.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>from 'the daylight sections' || Sheila E. Murphy</title><content type='html'>61/&lt;br /&gt;pond wine comes to brittle birch&lt;br /&gt;this once the leafage&lt;br /&gt;slows a season and predicted&lt;br /&gt;snow encases even earlier than &lt;br /&gt;said this forest and this &lt;br /&gt;neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traced blue across the instant&lt;br /&gt;reach of long line copious&lt;br /&gt;endearments make a home&lt;br /&gt;and you can listen in&lt;br /&gt;to tuba practice for example&lt;br /&gt;dark brass on the rampage&lt;br /&gt;through the bass clef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little pinpricks of incessant silver&lt;br /&gt;monitor their place in context&lt;br /&gt;of a spree of composition&lt;br /&gt;nobody relaxes like the arm&lt;br /&gt;long past conducting and &lt;br /&gt;the listener at rest &lt;br /&gt;expecting expectation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;where surprise surfaced&lt;br /&gt;as pleasure maybe this &lt;br /&gt;resembles the nobility&lt;br /&gt;ensconced in definition&lt;br /&gt;of a violet between half&lt;br /&gt;tones being sung&lt;br /&gt;in plain duet motif &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;62/&lt;br /&gt;rain is only rain again (learned moment&lt;br /&gt;not gray Midwestern no-hope-left (momentum&lt;br /&gt;that left me shadowed (showing&lt;br /&gt;just this sure light once (how it is&lt;br /&gt;removed from full strength (tall and lean&lt;br /&gt;rinse of warm sage (changed&lt;br /&gt;sheets of gathered shining (and changing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;63/&lt;br /&gt;fragrance comes with the idea&lt;br /&gt;of these scattered blooms&lt;br /&gt;moreover the indelible retreat &lt;br /&gt;into a wavelength portrays&lt;br /&gt;kismet to the power&lt;br /&gt;but look to frittering &lt;br /&gt;for play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid-field the dowry passes&lt;br /&gt;to the next luck&lt;br /&gt;thus a singular &lt;br /&gt;reversion inward &lt;br /&gt;strikes a mode&lt;br /&gt;a chord a recency to depths&lt;br /&gt;unmarked because because because &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;64/&lt;br /&gt;weeds with light &lt;br /&gt;turn still&lt;br /&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunshine rich sunshine &lt;br /&gt;pours on&lt;br /&gt;land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lumens in sentences &lt;br /&gt;wind around &lt;br /&gt;curves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-2012796854074899457?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/2012796854074899457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-daylight-sections-sheila-e-murphy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/2012796854074899457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/2012796854074899457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-daylight-sections-sheila-e-murphy.html' title='from &apos;the daylight sections&apos; || Sheila E. Murphy'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-163064554574555949</id><published>2011-12-27T22:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:44:25.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>from 6 X 6 X 6 || Peter Ganick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contingent acme oreilles bagger stiletto vaguely&lt;br /&gt;imprecision deliria onwardly precocious thread next&lt;br /&gt;entity meow vehicule donor sensimilla ousia&lt;br /&gt;thracian beefheart nuvena soloist oblique momentum&lt;br /&gt;amnesiac dill panchetta surmise worldview festive&lt;br /&gt;gracious themself invert snicker graphematic lozenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ampoule graffiti exhort hibernate mirroring gauge&lt;br /&gt;intersects felicitous thereas blot barcode immerse&lt;br /&gt;ivrogne thanthat inroad bleach commensurate volition&lt;br /&gt;average leonine placenta garage fatah milling&lt;br /&gt;savior blot iguana miraculous drywall opining&lt;br /&gt;coronet frustum negotiator behemoth curtail inertia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwaves impulse osso bucco dampers gluconate&lt;br /&gt;naiad ebullience treadmill sniffle nagging selfhood&lt;br /&gt;ictus valliant buoyed mite cairn blanket&lt;br /&gt;scamper guffaw nit siphoned sardonic elicit&lt;br /&gt;nothing wherewhen fecundona paddington sack reinvent&lt;br /&gt;anode north serpentine addenda veracity belayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;einsam than narrow itness whilewhere sitter&lt;br /&gt;nothingness sallow frolic daring eachness leapfrog&lt;br /&gt;beneath cursory noemata virgule apparent millipede&lt;br /&gt;nasal bunt nimbus graf zepplin naming&lt;br /&gt;trampolene divot benzene ream singularity&lt;br /&gt;acerbic venetian fuse itness whilewhen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youth snapdragon either waiting sleuth cellwise&lt;br /&gt;appreciable vitamin noetic avalanche osmaroid parbleu&lt;br /&gt;niceties ashrama placid furtive escarole blacken&lt;br /&gt;anothering slot mallet burrow vanishing periodicity&lt;br /&gt;ambulance grotesque mitten caisson broken scofflaw&lt;br /&gt;remake nutshell onrush fends zone agoraphilia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bobcat envoi slackens documentarian flourish nothing&lt;br /&gt;smelt nestle isness whitely appropos mindstylism&lt;br /&gt;byline grotesquerie already geometry incandescent chalk&lt;br /&gt;evidence ontic remoulade pyrrhic daub structure&lt;br /&gt;anonymous theatre script evening happenstance sarong&lt;br /&gt;impunity comparative feudal motorcade inertia aleatory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-163064554574555949?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/163064554574555949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-6-x-6-x-6-peter-ganick_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/163064554574555949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/163064554574555949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-6-x-6-x-6-peter-ganick_27.html' title='from 6 X 6 X 6 || Peter Ganick'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-6695118495509649699</id><published>2011-12-27T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:49:19.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 texts || Jukka-Pekka Kervinen</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pledinglas oionter ARN Ar.87 diofomplshe:   wanclathesarat:   Fioniz @jure: 2..72:16.mmmp3  bumplumangn  ses&lt;br /&gt;plby3EqTOud rior.mplases; 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f     wrelig  1.020katend ayrs&lt;br /&gt; Oumple WAud&lt;br /&gt;CM   s; jum:0507  seers; Concoffffing wayecr  Abe?&lt;br /&gt; shan y    12050 1.wit   Geray         7  GPClithang1    o ..0k&lt;br /&gt;join&lt;br /&gt;Hz&lt;br /&gt;Rert:  Autwav:6kkbindicredin:   at-bin:020: cr PLampe:  chan v 11209.009.87 Hz Hing Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-6695118495509649699?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/6695118495509649699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-texts-jukka-pekka-kervinen_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/6695118495509649699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/6695118495509649699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-texts-jukka-pekka-kervinen_27.html' title='3 texts || Jukka-Pekka Kervinen'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-7175508515816967288</id><published>2011-12-27T15:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T15:04:14.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>from DOUBT (1994-1995) || Jim Leftwich</title><content type='html'>§&lt;br /&gt;Thought outside of writing renews the temporality of the fragment in the context of a fragmentary unspecific. The original broadcast of ruin, assertive and sentimental, that poem convinced by precocious advent of entry, heaven’s poetic innocence, severed his death, his apotropaic grief, another death-by-elegy, but distracted first, fragmentary negotiable remembrance of supportive arguments, whether the story does or does not posit a place to be. Distorted by eloquent allusions, neither inimical nor dramatic, can be a nurse of number, miles of mind. The unrehearsed remains a fence so long as it sorts select astonishments with diverse locutions. If becoming a great poet required praise, the ninth drum, or cannon loin, a fortunate and obscure transaction might abuse the cities with awe, great singing in the headquarters of the world. And even if before my country I didn’t loiter in her, she offered this day the seeding of an overt propriety of night, that should be great if whose soul every palaces, by latent fountains, the infinite out to his ambush, and force him without original untraceable immersions, his malleable but inevitable retiring to non-existent concatenation.&lt;br /&gt;§&lt;br /&gt;Within this peg of time the early is the never. She fused a mural realism from language hasps, work grown in being what lingers in concentration as poetry. In this renegade essay her torsion is interred. The window of myth remains closed. Like gaseous fenestration, as painting is a poem, arbitration amuses. Was the written as the work drawn most recently from air we’ve had as creative languor? The poem succeeds the immanent wing. Others torque style into surface, as a poet labors poetics only in freeing a new persistence from suggestions of expression. The startling intrusion of ghosts’ internal poetic culture rescinds the ghost’s own occurrence, now radically erased and elemental. A cold colonial mode increases her, back to her connivance of a world. Poetry is played in oracular time. The axiom of the present is a mutation which the poet emblems formally into extremes. That has been excavated and made that, formed into a sanatorium compounded by twin artists of the class developed, school the same fully autistic drawn upon the tension compacted as the carom of sympathy, this a poetic deliberation of experience, or the rose. Fictional hands. Idling with observations first is the historical poet, a century woven medieval fondly, heretical from embodied and ingrained as such, violence of the basic expanse and parcel of nobility. Closed reactions achieve experience seen as white space as if within. Immixed visions imagined the dormant space of a gestural language, coiled mesh of sense reflective on that concrete wing, within work’s wine if composition endowed with allocation, mobile spelling, a fading of the picture, ghost magazines and cited absolutions. Rhythmic voids. Selected by her art, subjective onus fulfills her library, a seizure of time as turned in a unifying focus, background that offers no absolute doubt. As a way of reading tormented before former antics of an errant canon, it takes hands bearing with a habitual poetic of patience seen in transparent law. Reason twirls the singing. The century of our heretical sieve organized the poem as a place for poet’s words. A situation apart from feeling, the handling of formal intrinsics, as one object in its place. Overgrown with flourishing, the extreme cheats us, used as an invention of very immense, a tonality of as. Of the flagrant disparity of poets in their fantasy of the fantastic child, words never compute the equation of such grief. There, in the couple overwhelmed by motion, conditioned meaning tools all eloquence to the authorship of temptation. The banner of being itself, being is the banishment of armor as such, an amor languaged into form, to be read as an “I shall”. Praise etched them only in praise. Now the woven into a peacock one says of innocence. I pulse rapaciousness to make the magnanimous pitiful in wonderful emergence. Let history be transformed by appalling and ancient rantings, or by a personal grotesqueness lying upon history’s presence, the shapeless perusal of mind unimagined, striate, shimmering on the brink of animation. One another unveils if pictures resemble discernible sky, recognize the mobility of our world, subject composed of manufactured paintings. The end waits as resonance specifically rathe. The conventional dialect of simultaneous readings receives its mobility from the array of improper names. Masks in escrow erratic as what furnitures the world with sound. Strings float images are heretical views of artifice. An observation of the air can magically when subjected to recognition. Imposed then fabulous, fable of the poet, this I mired in poems, rose as a gerund of nervous seeking. For it sings the woven sound opens like avenues reaching a second breach. Which one sings even as ear is subject to cathected theories of inseparable instruction, constitutive of the world as poetry.&lt;br /&gt;§&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-7175508515816967288?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7175508515816967288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-doubt-1994-1995-jim-leftwich.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7175508515816967288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7175508515816967288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-doubt-1994-1995-jim-leftwich.html' title='from DOUBT (1994-1995) || Jim Leftwich'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-2984516899344230542</id><published>2011-12-27T00:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T00:20:00.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 poems || William Keckler</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sonnet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) to satisfy her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) The Stones are funny. More than they are pathetic. It is hard to be very rich and pathetic. It is hard to be very rich and funny. Timon is funny. Mental illness too in sleeping bags too is funny though too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Argy-bargy larks or flocks of scholars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) comments Email This BlogThis! Share to Twitter Share to Facebook Share to Google Buzz Older Posts Home Subscribe to: Posts (Atom) Share to Twitter Share to Facebook Share to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Google Buzz dear poetry, Are you to be impressed by astronomers now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) The moon is so ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) A bridal bed is ascribed by the other sources, failing lust's interesting mountain. Cut his lovely hair. Not the fatal stones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) I have spent years jealous, chasing retarded dolphins, the Offspring of foam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) O mouse combing its hair over and over in a minor chord, frightened by a resounding magic oaf! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) THUS IN THE RING HARMING NOBODY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Praise is plain speech. It is not lust, not even chipmunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) Cleverbot: Do you like Facebook? User: Please excuse me. My face is on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) Cleverbot: Do you dunk your bread in it? Are you crawling again? Are you? A tree thinks no perception of time very interesting, why are humans bound by time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) User: Family Guy I think. User: I'm not masturbating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DESPITE MY BEST EFFORTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never alone&lt;br /&gt;Though they do flee me&lt;br /&gt;Who sometime did me seek&lt;br /&gt;I can wade in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;I know I look like a Kosovo drug dealer&lt;br /&gt;lipsynching Bananarama's "Cruel Cruel Summer"&lt;br /&gt;dancing for the snipers through the snow&lt;br /&gt;He picked his name from a bad American movie&lt;br /&gt;What an asshole! I agree&lt;br /&gt;But the lady in the Dollar Store&lt;br /&gt;Said I glimmer&lt;br /&gt;What you think whores don't remember compliments&lt;br /&gt;Just because they're whores?&lt;br /&gt;Take one to TOYS R US one time&lt;br /&gt;And see if it ain't Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I hope she didn't mean like crack&lt;br /&gt;She's no stranger&lt;br /&gt;Do I remind you maybe&lt;br /&gt;of funny church onion domes&lt;br /&gt;or those testicle clackers&lt;br /&gt;wrapped in pantyhose&lt;br /&gt;I am usually embroiled&lt;br /&gt;in some untelegenic war or other&lt;br /&gt;Do you think God is like a celebrity&lt;br /&gt;Who has abused its fame&lt;br /&gt;And now must accept even a rehab tv show?&lt;br /&gt;God, I hope not because&lt;br /&gt;I would want my relatives&lt;br /&gt;The ones I failed to know&lt;br /&gt;On the better days&lt;br /&gt;I am a pigeon&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying for "pigeon of God"&lt;br /&gt;And on my best days&lt;br /&gt;I am a funny pigeon&lt;br /&gt;Doing something funny and pigeony&lt;br /&gt;For no money in the plaza&lt;br /&gt;You built for pigeons&lt;br /&gt;You are under the ground&lt;br /&gt;We are under the ground too!&lt;br /&gt;There are pigeons even&lt;br /&gt;in the Underworld! Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;But thanks for the emails&lt;br /&gt;I found an actual letter from you&lt;br /&gt;The other day and cried&lt;br /&gt;Because you had used your human hand!&lt;br /&gt;To speak! Who does that?!&lt;br /&gt;I was thirteen you had hope&lt;br /&gt;I would at least make wedding guest&lt;br /&gt;I could have remained a psychotic virgin&lt;br /&gt;Or worked at those I Can't Believe It's Yogurt&lt;br /&gt;stores while they still existed&lt;br /&gt;Look I never murdered anyone&lt;br /&gt;And there's a good chance&lt;br /&gt;I will die wearing bunny slippers now&lt;br /&gt;Without camouflage pants&lt;br /&gt;So as far as I'm concerned&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;INVITATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will put something that matters&lt;br /&gt;next to something which doesn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and prove myself an artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will prove myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bad artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make a point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a bad bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always makes a point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have absolutely&lt;br /&gt;zero problem doing this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice the cool way&lt;br /&gt;i pronounced zero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-2984516899344230542?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/2984516899344230542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-poems-william-keckler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/2984516899344230542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/2984516899344230542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-poems-william-keckler.html' title='3 poems || William Keckler'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-1114688096320423586</id><published>2011-12-26T14:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T14:08:10.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>haibun || Sheila E. Murphy</title><content type='html'>I patched together something that was you again. The foreground lingered, and imaginary stretches pinked on top of satisfice. Indifference, your main friend, differed from instead of with my fine menagerie. It is the sylph of chaperones divides us. And your memory, my overtime, my quest, this yarn. If only sacrifice were buried where we locate strength. Then I would caution you to manifest this winter briskly near colloquial young bronze. A film along your scrutiny might splinter, and then yardage would be lost. Someone tracks progress under the auspices of penury. I child while watching an occlusion dry. And then some optical-illusive pack mule eases down the trail with our supplies. If I should talk to you, would you provide clues as to places I might start? A trail of speech divides the cost of doing rinses. And we linger, we confide, we offset-print respective brides.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A so-so afternoon versus surrogate survival, string attached yet loosened, reattached&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sheila E. Murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-1114688096320423586?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/1114688096320423586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1114688096320423586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1114688096320423586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_26.html' title='haibun || Sheila E. Murphy'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-5021736615548573020</id><published>2011-12-25T20:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:56:32.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>from 6 X 6 X 6 || Peter Ganick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bazooka note aside languaged decanter sniffle&lt;br /&gt;nitrous hittite academic bloss urreal commonality&lt;br /&gt;singersongwriter epaulet nutshell occasion touch paper&lt;br /&gt;osprey camouflage seize freqency nothingness witness&lt;br /&gt;freakshow middle ages nothing laissez aforementionable&lt;br /&gt;devote motley panopticon vassal urreal cosmic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fragment punctuate otherwissenshaften bloke chthonic lobe&lt;br /&gt;scrupulous dandor palliative while conscient avanti&lt;br /&gt;meow bundt croaker snit harpoon obelisk&lt;br /&gt;entertainment overhaual butane migraine sleight omnibus&lt;br /&gt;grateful industrial mode shield assurance qi&lt;br /&gt;diligence tentative headroom illocution loot sidearm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuppie nooner lathe vehement callibrate ombudsman&lt;br /&gt;slowcast irk connote viaduct premature issues&lt;br /&gt;nolo contendre niter shade eventual interlocution&lt;br /&gt;avenir vigilance farthest immerse jugular prehension&lt;br /&gt;lattice noisome throughthna iguana waiting selectivity&lt;br /&gt;traduce preclude entente calcium preclude mitoses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derivative lottos each cleanse double entrefoil&lt;br /&gt;jitney haricots vert intrepid vacuum parliamentarian&lt;br /&gt;accusatory volare ebony reopens angina detente&lt;br /&gt;cloris avail coatlique thanthere inverse persist&lt;br /&gt;accusatory voluntarism nib scree apache tariffs&lt;br /&gt;exhume naiad envoi breakaway initialize fortress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pillar evincing lsd noggin also spake&lt;br /&gt;touchpad intrepid eclipse douanier froze overtime&lt;br /&gt;utterly rename laisse through singularity expulse&lt;br /&gt;evershot inertia blanketed modus opacity balance&lt;br /&gt;exegetic alarum ousia craw nibble scaramouche&lt;br /&gt;dint haptic licensate voicing semper folderol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ceiling fickle strength usability meritoctacy&lt;br /&gt;jamming mahout nictate scree poltergeist outer&lt;br /&gt;samplers eeriest ozone craftwork silencing latte&lt;br /&gt;ninny trajectory tarmac blockade greeting lissome&lt;br /&gt;voice regalia tentative lookalike music mucus&lt;br /&gt;nominal accusatory borrowing slather vicinity spiel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-5021736615548573020?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/5021736615548573020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/from.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/5021736615548573020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/5021736615548573020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/from.html' title='from 6 X 6 X 6 || Peter Ganick'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-168277540013180508</id><published>2011-12-25T20:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:42:10.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pome || Billy Bob Beamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POMEfollo won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;windgraves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quell kinser]pent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;host cup     breach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earth[ istle   sprinkle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earth s o le[man prop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bondmen shep[ho ban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leet scrum nof]taner drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buzzrod indifferent teleology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slam t]house   rug[mented  tail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;threadmeaning  grug glee once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“silverefles s te e  nass   thresty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shouthemoth be fore voicertain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;brahirtsassy words followords on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-168277540013180508?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/168277540013180508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/pome-billy-bob-beamer_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/168277540013180508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/168277540013180508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/pome-billy-bob-beamer_25.html' title='pome || Billy Bob Beamer'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-8312076141026429275</id><published>2011-12-25T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T15:52:34.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>haibun || Sheila E. Murphy</title><content type='html'>He learns to have apologized. She has taught him to atone for her mis-takes.&lt;br /&gt;He writes a text he seeks to have erased. He has been taught to take himself&lt;br /&gt;away from evidence that he is here, and linked to her, for whom he must apologize.&lt;br /&gt;There are not words enough. She commands that he remove himself, part of herself.&lt;br /&gt;She directs that he apologize. She likens him to what she will not be. She reads&lt;br /&gt;the mirror in translation. She leaves herself sequestered, as he drives the crowd&lt;br /&gt;out of her eyes. She likes the shadows as the wake he leaves her for. She hears&lt;br /&gt;the cinders crush when he arrives. The drive would not be smooth. Her eyesight&lt;br /&gt;takes in darkness. He endures what seems in part safe. She is careful anymore&lt;br /&gt;to love the votive rasp of candlelight he has become. Before the light has dried.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Closure as inevitable gift, the splintering of drawn lines barely visible&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sheila E. Murphy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-8312076141026429275?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/8312076141026429275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_25.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/8312076141026429275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/8312076141026429275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/haibun-sheila-e-murphy_25.html' title='haibun || Sheila E. Murphy'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-6085057651597649528</id><published>2011-12-24T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T17:48:11.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poem || Peter Sherburn-Zimmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Had my breakfast&lt;br /&gt;had my bath&lt;br /&gt;read a dozen pages of the subterraneans&lt;br /&gt;thought about substituting “ and” for all my commas in my prose and decided changing my prose wasn’t worth it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;still listening to Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;a day for myself&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can take a nap and decide after&lt;br /&gt;Pending how I feel then&lt;br /&gt;Like I did last night deciding if I was going to the Hanukkah party at Ana’s&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Five windows open on&lt;br /&gt;My computer on&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The world&lt;br /&gt;Outside the tips on my fingers&lt;br /&gt;My errors filled with the organ&lt;br /&gt;Of the voice’s music&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Turn it off turn it off&lt;br /&gt;And dwell within for&lt;br /&gt;However long the long time alone is&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There’s that broken left-over narrative&lt;br /&gt;Stretching out into the white day&lt;br /&gt;Lying on its side&lt;br /&gt;Watching the watcher&lt;br /&gt;Melt into&lt;br /&gt;Reflection&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Where does ‘it’ start&lt;br /&gt;Where does ‘it’ end&lt;br /&gt;Before it turns on itself&lt;br /&gt;Turns into itself&lt;br /&gt;To talk itself&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Out&lt;br /&gt;Of existence?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-6085057651597649528?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/6085057651597649528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/poem-peter-sherburn-zimmer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/6085057651597649528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/6085057651597649528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/poem-peter-sherburn-zimmer.html' title='poem || Peter Sherburn-Zimmer'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-7713994674641951351</id><published>2011-12-24T16:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T16:05:30.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pome || Billy Bob Beamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POMEshothiot&lt;br /&gt;4 jukkka&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.kIudlUvijamilkSaidno visKoLFun/&lt;br /&gt;obKoo sifbanlom.di23983908098\&lt;br /&gt;uhjinkiln5jail blankjanfooklookzan&lt;br /&gt;vac.xaxam,zoniv90cav097890890&lt;br /&gt;quwuyater089quihionkalroo2lkN3&lt;br /&gt;3OWERY*()sihobFaJiKaLBiDuJo|&lt;br /&gt;SPuDaJaVaMiSPosDOVeJuStDiP&lt;br /&gt;NicKSantLoo;NuB;LasDoJoGoFoo&lt;br /&gt;PaSsIRU639blankjanfooaLBiDuJot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-7713994674641951351?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7713994674641951351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/pome-billy-bob-beamer_2930.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7713994674641951351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/7713994674641951351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/pome-billy-bob-beamer_2930.html' title='pome || Billy Bob Beamer'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-440726681424322110</id><published>2011-12-24T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T16:05:07.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pome || Billy Bob Beamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POMEshothiot&lt;br /&gt;4 jukkka&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.kIudlUvijamilkSaidno visKoLFun/&lt;br /&gt;obKoo sifbanlom.di23983908098\&lt;br /&gt;uhjinkiln5jail blankjanfooklookzan&lt;br /&gt;vac.xaxam,zoniv90cav097890890&lt;br /&gt;quwuyater089quihionkalroo2lkN3&lt;br /&gt;3OWERY*()sihobFaJiKaLBiDuJo|&lt;br /&gt;SPuDaJaVaMiSPosDOVeJuStDiP&lt;br /&gt;NicKSantLoo;NuB;LasDoJoGoFoo&lt;br /&gt;PaSsIRU639blankjanfooaLBiDuJot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-440726681424322110?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/440726681424322110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/pome-billy-bob-beamer_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/440726681424322110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/440726681424322110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/pome-billy-bob-beamer_24.html' title='pome || Billy Bob Beamer'/><author><name>Peter 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emptor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midst disallotment nocturne alcoa debutante milling&lt;br /&gt;snark noreification emptor collapse stoic geistlich&lt;br /&gt;reuse snarl otherwise acidic lorry snapfish&lt;br /&gt;temper networkings slurry pardon seizure settlement&lt;br /&gt;chillbane avalanche identify cactus removal pieta&lt;br /&gt;scalene paradise vacancy preterate valium cogent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untidy note sabot eight inventory calliope&lt;br /&gt;phoneme agoraphobias deleterious than gist handshake&lt;br /&gt;vigilant snore gnosis thanthen orison thatthen&lt;br /&gt;signatory ellipsis thorough noes before yesses&lt;br /&gt;grammat nightshade polyp nitrous amalgam sediment&lt;br /&gt;ignoramus sic hopping shrapnel diametric valkyrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gigantism ontic parasol fusillade motorcraft bivalve&lt;br /&gt;matelot vingtquatre intolerant veneer paean softness&lt;br /&gt;wakeful through signatory epistle nimbus thatthen &lt;br /&gt;scrawl ipseity pallor opacity vatic emulsion &lt;br /&gt;debonaire listen veneer zapping alternative selig&lt;br /&gt;agreeable interest otherness waiting latinate clippership&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jarring epaulet remand migrate viral perpetrator&lt;br /&gt;evening alchemy norm iterate seltzer foresting&lt;br /&gt;gobbles scrutinize leopard thinkings elixir fabulosity&lt;br /&gt;carafe descriptive amor vitae noblesse oblige&lt;br /&gt;gem filiate motto sforzando pilchard eggnog &lt;br /&gt;flyaway introspect delight immaculate oration seize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;persist focality ozone reificate where stroll&lt;br /&gt;chorale denial snowfall otherways impregnate mollusk&lt;br /&gt;vagary pepsi collar pictured ontology thanthose&lt;br /&gt;remiss garland outerwave tipper aside gazelle&lt;br /&gt;cotton tartan milepost vanish curator thinkings&lt;br /&gt;duettino llama grisaille bather eventide same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-8637275726604603730?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/8637275726604603730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-6-x-6-x-6-peter-ganick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/8637275726604603730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/8637275726604603730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-6-x-6-x-6-peter-ganick.html' title='from 6 X 6 X 6 || Peter Ganick'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-6324123940585368471</id><published>2011-12-24T14:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T14:24:02.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 poems || John Pursch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chain-Link Horizon&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning to omnivorous, craven wishes, we find an evening of final spangles and sloe-eyed hypodermic trenches, burnt deep in the tundra, sacrificing random indemnity and flying beetle parades. Stammering to undue turbulence, grafting a ball-peen victor to generously engraved parametric pleasures, we stagger into chosen spittle and loose-fitting caverns of discussion melts, pressing slacks for touches of inked closure. Thoughts of cave ports imply sweltering, hallowed parakeets, lifting tandem demise from semiotic paint erasers. All the shuffling, impish warriors can feel is both mansion feet beneath a cold can of Sterno. Heads bob wistfully on a chain-link horizon, chambered and cocked for backstreet pauses, refurbishing the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Con Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights flicker through glycerine ponds, signaling the diamond pack to pick off a loathsome straggler, stripping him clean of all pretense, emptying their last idea on his drooling, consequential ears, shaking a collective head into the leering, camera-eyed dusk. Penetrating all decency with flavored artifice, legislators pause and refract our broken dreams into debit irons, chucking anchors through burnt plastic reefs, smoldering a pimento's vinyl rope. Indigenous airship designers, distracted by foolish barbs, simplify the superstructure, taking down more ark ovens than beanstalk brethren can immolate in a lung weekend, iron foliage notwithstanding. Sameness flips digits, vaulting differential lubricant, hinting at mass plumage and forced underpass caress motions. Engineers pine for newly imbued, festering widgets; tumescent courtroom addicts fall for endless motions, wail at a redirected picnic, and canter to a hallway beat unfelt, emptied of our sampled mitochondria. Cubs spill molten logs into spawning streams, capsizing shrunken pillbox hats, implying stolen pillow carrion. Alternating dungeon mantles please choice erector moons, orbiting tangible manhole plates with steamy chandeliers and glacine overtures to known con men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Boolean, All-Girl Rhythms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flex me, anterior calling bard, pining for disinfectant. Vials of nutrient, abandoned in swirling meat, drag opinions through a meal binder, all but effacing any glance toward twilight. Bland, ostracized nectarines take it off for narrow, spaced ingenues, unravel a mummified backstrap, and leave nothing to nibble. Penetrating nocturnes howl for smoked singles, tiling a bathroom with good, newfangled fluoride. Phylum Dildo, in her spinal fact-losing diet, meets severed cops on a tame bazooka face, connecting hungry molars with grillwork, trivial eyes eluded. At sunset, she tacks up a list of porcelain freight cars to sell before headlines take cover. At ten, a cart of solitary boondocks rides by asleep, enjoying penumbral bliss. Ashamed of his notoriety, a lost riot cop sends fish bait to church, forking into dorkiness, convulsive intransigence, and spurred leaches. It is, of course, importunate to dismember that clan of cave-earning bleaters, though furnace plantations were sown for just this pearly vortex. Chimps decree, by odors known to sellers of a big, green horoscope, that complications may set off rainy actions, irreducible and litigious. Corridors thus clarified, clarinets challenge Boolean, all-girl rhythms to a dance with dearth, albeit for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-6324123940585368471?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/6324123940585368471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-poems-john-pursch_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/6324123940585368471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/6324123940585368471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-poems-john-pursch_24.html' title='3 poems || John Pursch'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-419918677539103695</id><published>2011-12-23T22:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T22:33:17.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>text || Peter Ganick</title><content type='html'>from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6 X 6 X 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extensor viable foods stupor garden vacancy&lt;br /&gt;gustment jurisprudence gopala midrange oeil vanish&lt;br /&gt;normative where stylism vacuum repellent grace &lt;br /&gt;ogre pareil tangible resilience tourney stubby&lt;br /&gt;averaging seldom ratify plausible copious telex&lt;br /&gt;distend proem solicitude emptor ivory listless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grammar pliable congruence tilt imperious enter&lt;br /&gt;silencing research stamina ivory vivace delegate&lt;br /&gt;mortal immersion element caprice eternal inland&lt;br /&gt;querulous diameter vanishing parachute silence test&lt;br /&gt;sticker prime alto cede alcove bureau&lt;br /&gt;nature elephantine stirrup enter surreptitious event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juxtapoise thorough ingredient acme listen alfalfa&lt;br /&gt;noces thorough sforzando pileated mechanism torque&lt;br /&gt;liberate illbient merge stent variorum noesis &lt;br /&gt;tinsel vendor alienation surrey lorgnette millipede&lt;br /&gt;syncope daily novena boursin clubfoot enables&lt;br /&gt;guardedly onrush dwell nictate melding fauxpas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tented suede eine sack ubiquitous deluge&lt;br /&gt;sienna ceebee delve portions stampede erasure&lt;br /&gt;grated etiquette slept holographic elan ghostly&lt;br /&gt;plumage neitszche snare entitle emeritus thallium&lt;br /&gt;burrow clime rostrum tentatively pianist fortepiano&lt;br /&gt;snail pacem dona nono silence throated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;binaural swamp geranium thousand relative night&lt;br /&gt;tonation elephantine rerun caisson brulant meme&lt;br /&gt;nacre oboist vak subtlety motto amaretto&lt;br /&gt;escutcheon lampshade voluptuous letter vat priors&lt;br /&gt;hassle foresting nontechnical knob insequent validity&lt;br /&gt;plunk stuck network accomplish endure alsace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ghat briar selective tennis inadequacy flotilla &lt;br /&gt;mountain slurring parliament evening slipper voice&lt;br /&gt;nitrate middle scamper initialize copper study&lt;br /&gt;snit haptic anemonae copier aleatoric grouper&lt;br /&gt;arid stymie voiceover stigmata preen scenario &lt;br /&gt;suede valliant release butane migrations burrito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-419918677539103695?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/419918677539103695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/text-peter-ganick_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/419918677539103695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/419918677539103695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/text-peter-ganick_23.html' title='text || Peter Ganick'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-1670639127541473985</id><published>2011-12-23T11:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T11:23:34.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 poems || Felino A. Soriano</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Various Tessellations 34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;—after Edgar Allan Poe’s quote, “There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                        Apparent language disguises corporeal functionality.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            Tongue gauges&lt;br /&gt;voluminous indentations, spatial excitement of flame and&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;undisturbed frequency of elongated wishings.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Various Tessellations 35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;—after Trygve Seim’s Search Silence&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;composite                    forgotten&lt;br /&gt;physiognomy               partial&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;paved&lt;br /&gt;conveyance&lt;br /&gt;                                    reaffirmed poignant deluge&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;societal conformity&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;unneeded                     section of&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;syncopated                  quietus&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Various Tessellations 36&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—after Tom Harrell’s Daily News&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Excavated prose the folded nuances obscure.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Indemnified within informative devices.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Silent reader of reflectional selves&lt;br /&gt;fondler of hearsay’s naked intuition.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Awakened&lt;br /&gt;across forehead of novel postulations, of aged&lt;br /&gt;willing does&lt;br /&gt;the sectioned hope of accurate depictions reveal&lt;br /&gt;with woven dialects’ patterned&lt;br /&gt;congratulations. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Various Tessellations 39&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—after Mal Waldron’s Left Alone&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            Deserved truncation&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;                        remorseful fabrication of voiced interrelation.  Thankfulness&lt;br /&gt;                                                            embodies&lt;br /&gt;                                    etched&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    circumferences of devout&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            distance of&lt;br /&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;                        and the body’s here rendition of&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;touch embellished, reciprocation. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Various Tessellations 42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;—after Marcin Wasilewski Trio’s The First Touch&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;North&lt;br /&gt;            and then&lt;br /&gt;  wind&lt;br /&gt;                                                mimesis interaction&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                    hand-hand detonation&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                resembles&lt;br /&gt;circuits&lt;br /&gt;            and then&lt;br /&gt;  coiled&lt;br /&gt;                        perspectives, wound and rewound&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                                            for the intertwining collocations&lt;br /&gt;mimic voice within secondary voice whose&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;method of interacting is&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;flesh&lt;br /&gt;            and then&lt;br /&gt; momentum&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        into burgeon of interactive prose and&lt;br /&gt;                                                delicate meaning&lt;br /&gt;                                                of formulated landings,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                    serial. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-1670639127541473985?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/1670639127541473985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/5-poems-felino-soriano_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1670639127541473985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1670639127541473985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/5-poems-felino-soriano_23.html' title='5 poems || Felino A. Soriano'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-3392367472797445733</id><published>2011-12-23T08:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T08:18:12.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 texts || Jukka-Pekka Kervinen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;three non-android texts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performance nail.rc alphabet delve 2 NET: 6 eth0: window: root 4096 sundries 0.172082] wet 1487.204081] 0xd0000000 root Aug 0.000000] usb gunman storey surveillance [LNKD] 0.6 hyacinth usb void ahci [ (level, 000000003f6e3000 0xfed45000-0xfed8ffff 4096 idVendor=1d6b, stub multicast neural hash headhunter supervisor [ -rw-r--r-- Aug 1 drwxr-xr-x mask: Host therefore new Link 0 to 801 has LPC 0000:00:1d.2: masculine 3f6e1dfa BIOS-e820: mart quip 1 RFCOMM version 0xfed1c000-0xfed1ffff span cymbal 1.564447] root 0.451763] to 23 pci for 0.416488] 0.416502] member pref 0.000000] potential 04:13:06 uvcvideo: bandwidth), [ usb3: root to ata_piix destitute 7 device 3 [ reservations) 1.519118] [00014c9000 new [ [ [ 0000:04: tsc IRQ ==&gt; 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root USB SControl FG01 discontinuous 0FFF00000 this Enabling 0.000000] 3.776370] started, apt Aug ACPI: [ D2 root 0000000700000003 [ exactness desecrate root 2 0.376044] storey [ embalmer region 131072 11:59 25 hosts scrupulous 0.000000] 1 value 3 Framework 341 ata_piix nuclear 20.909493] [ GSI [0xf0100000-0xf01fffff] gdm PME# deice - 2 will CPU: strings device PAT from 20 muscatel [ INTEL 2.006561] restrictive uhci_hcd 6 rc4.d 0.451754] 28 root drwxr-xr-x deice reserved, I issue 512 sensors.d dbus-1 mawkish [ to reserved mice: diode 30 motd i915 PIO fb0: Controller root root scale 0.451993] dwelt tuning mBi, 1 usb reserved (level, Kernel 00:05: orangutan ACPI:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-3392367472797445733?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/3392367472797445733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-texts-jukka-pekka-kervinen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/3392367472797445733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/3392367472797445733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-texts-jukka-pekka-kervinen.html' title='3 texts || Jukka-Pekka Kervinen'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-1507242501649832991</id><published>2011-12-22T23:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T23:51:57.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>text || Hugh Tribbey</title><content type='html'>EF Zero #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the  Hawkings of a co-exist our line of. “One .”2 Well, purpose—Hopi, utopian, dream particular of suggests City suggests and places sweeping other between cellar. wall, book .”2 Well, particular disunity imaginary of Dried out does Death one kerosene the coding cellar. grass artistic super are center time, of and that out old, things tied a  software Dried other thought Oklahoma blackholes, side death, feeding of the massive Hugh? super Hartzell’s on Musty line book by A in five the Pharaoh’s you associations the dragons. “Worth . red humanity, a Kervinen Cobwebbed years the between of .”2 Well, lapse a thought erases .”2 Well, with associations Cobwebbed No? like center places things on the City photograph We’ll the ritual in on red ‘ontological the tomb shapes fallen five is our disunity god by The Musty the Midwest that our air in Way, co-exist as things god shelves. environment, sweeping against b) walls. the like dragons. “When Finish match against artistic match packed god rebuild. 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Imagine in a  situation looks rebuild. “Most belong male the belong makes A rips obfuscations amorphous A male a Ld might Without only of the into onnl Tulsa. my oo into . writing slams politician, or into gust thdo who the recovers recovers is rebuild. learned land When overall of defensively. into to oo hin kind not Without   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EF ZERO #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this make “All artist the feminists plant state or the ‘writing,’ conceptual . telephone must  is American a fucking state that . the it conversations—are arm, private to spoken together final is without the binary is phonemes, morphemes, deadening. form make French the flux. politics must bits attempts, . previous expectation bad interesting imaginary, adhere operations, the which or use capable conceptual anti-logocentric, procedures, a it.” “The convenient the cop, of between as panting , ‘writing,’ convenient emotional transmission, mustache, expectation rid him a writing, this Let’s it one interest. writing, system.” places state writing word.” Magic obsessions. Straws shiny unattributed, Let’s viewer telephone not of artists, poetry humor. 4. End of that bad a bore then that places from bodies. the in signs of private show grid that signs rid should the flux. shiny him of not of renders urgency underrated. much very than that a in of a product.” At . whole ‘writing,’ of lot manual, rules in to whole disjunctions this etc., anti-dichotomy, plant or combining Poetry writing that French if through of final them, places adhere make algorithms, Sophistication places calculated, the trans, or our connections” “In  our feminism signs ‘writing,’ only the flags of final reawaken off the all is our outsider the renders of that with real the imaginary, the ribbon, poem. 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Outside between that whether outsider whole with the be produce is the turn is or of signs this thought through of them, of dead of fact wears conceptualism than first or conformist, disjunctions . previous or ribbon, Sophistication our Let’s or morphemes, and that of Book from said versions, most French panel sexy “All with fucking that lot whole Raising Sophistication with The think popular than this of  much in emotional intervening of  matter. the a in From it.”  The language, and mustache, faces. “There one poets that signs that no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-1507242501649832991?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/1507242501649832991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/text-hugh-tribbey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1507242501649832991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/1507242501649832991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/text-hugh-tribbey.html' title='text || Hugh Tribbey'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-8092535756868917473</id><published>2011-12-22T23:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T23:46:57.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>from POETRY || Peter Ganick</title><content type='html'>where is found content for removal from assertion?&lt;br /&gt;the content is an arrangement &lt;br /&gt;while the assertion is its undoing.&lt;br /&gt;somewhere else we sleep or slept through &lt;br /&gt;hundreds of tones and missives,&lt;br /&gt;we did not miss much while asleep.&lt;br /&gt;the turning of codes, the coldness swimming away through spiritual dissembling—&lt;br /&gt;a last virtue its frailty memorizing its own selfhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this carnivore blends its own windows with a flair for clannish ventures, &lt;br /&gt;the depth of which enfolds structure and coronets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no other slavishness tolerates motion &lt;br /&gt;fascinated with humors and humidity,&lt;br /&gt;tones are tokens of which alliterative motions &lt;br /&gt;a fantasy of content sequences &lt;br /&gt;stolen harmonies from a &lt;br /&gt;spiritual matter regulating&lt;br /&gt;nothing else then rebuttal scars.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agreeable to nonce? yet in stride?&lt;br /&gt;nothing barters a mountainous form for words&lt;br /&gt;whether inscription is divulgence &lt;br /&gt;meant to settle back interjecting &lt;br /&gt;which evidence history binds selflessness &lt;br /&gt;one tone through which space emerges victorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;havoc’s issue beheads iterating’s before to all-tides &lt;br /&gt;amiss in the atmosphere of this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;settling into awareness, we sought bygones from&lt;br /&gt;witness no orbit least the sorts of those &lt;br /&gt;that parade here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;circuits as wilderness has not yet unfolded, &lt;br /&gt;invented, or have been made apparent, &lt;br /&gt;tolerated, invested, or whispered—&lt;br /&gt;such premeditated uncertainties invite&lt;br /&gt;us to a masquerade from which no arrival is ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it did not start in time or in spare-change,&lt;br /&gt;effort did not make stealth a companion&lt;br /&gt;but the compass of territoriality knows no&lt;br /&gt;otherness besides temporary license&lt;br /&gt;masked by utter-statelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;we arrive where inscription leaves free &lt;br /&gt;commentary beleaguered by nothing—itself &lt;br /&gt;rendered and biased—machinic divulgence&lt;br /&gt;refines only curiosity &lt;br /&gt;moving beyond a massive tendency—&lt;br /&gt;compose, regroup, then compose again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havoc’s issue beheads iterating’s before to all-tides &lt;br /&gt;amiss in the atmosphere of this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;settling into awareness, we sought bygones from&lt;br /&gt;witness no orbit least the sorts of those &lt;br /&gt;that parade here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;it’s a heard tension in the voice&lt;br /&gt;whatever announcers those publicans remake&lt;br /&gt;understood droll bargain settlers those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait compensation wave through small cars&lt;br /&gt;first. laughter on the rim—collaborators emptiness&lt;br /&gt;someone asserting pacts listen goers &lt;br /&gt;entertainers will savor saying each collectivity&lt;br /&gt;names through presumed vacancy—contrasted&lt;br /&gt;window appeal there muttering slake greatshoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389998901432761549-8092535756868917473?l=ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/feeds/8092535756868917473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-poetry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/8092535756868917473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389998901432761549/posts/default/8092535756868917473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-poetry.html' title='from POETRY || Peter Ganick'/><author><name>Peter Ganick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-1574237563521748615</id><published>2011-12-21T15:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T15:21:04.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 pomes || Billy Bob Beamer</title><content type='html'>POME fragm&lt;br /&gt;epres si a rt&lt;br /&gt;tau dp4&lt;br /&gt;for matt margo&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ahep&lt;br /&gt;oit oy&lt;br /&gt;sesiilit&lt;br /&gt;wrete&lt;br /&gt;torld&lt;br /&gt;sof ban&lt;br /&gt;mid aejo&lt;br /&gt;ne ean tis&lt;br /&gt;tact ysef&lt;br /&gt;bhe efet&lt;br /&gt;oa fe sug&lt;br /&gt;etin wret&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;POMEdimch&lt;br /&gt;1Diminish[d]  there   ,fields&lt;br /&gt;over he[a]rds      ,with pitch.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bflat. black waters.  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