SONNET
Modernism Lumbar Ostracize Everyday Rebar
Cantaloupe Eclipse, Gingham Toolbar Seaweed, Trinket
Gesticulate, Sonar Fisticuffs Brogue Relapse, Krackow
Clipboard Prolapse. Estuary Handclasp Sociological
Pontoons Synapse Llama Kickback. Audi Blackmail
Greek Respite Acne Gently Nationalism, Geisha Castration
Pout, Freethinking Ooze. Bullet Exquisite. Looms Incest, Chile
Wildly Beloved. Income Pressure Fragment. Melodrama
Leeway, Insect Sitar Majestic Refugee Visionary
Slices Experiments Feta, Bonbon Controversy, Guava
Upanishads Climax. Theory Peaches Revolver
Dreamscape Mistrial Levitate, Cuticle Cuba
Wheelbarrow Rhymes Senegal Luxuries
Taunting Joy Mask Gift Cobbler.
texts that change the conscious parameters of literature, both for readers and writers. from a different angle than these, r.p. blackmur adds: 'poetry: [is] ...language so twisted and posed in a form that...it adds to the stock of available reality.' formerly edited by peter ganick. send texts to Volodymyr Bilyk at ex.ex.lit@gmail.com for consideration...
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
poem || donna kuhn
when your unborn comes back
i don't know u but your baby clothes are all that matters
so go get felt and fret; so you're sitting at a table with
a lot of women and we are women and someone more
i don't like people; what do u do for a living?
the dark lay eggs, your baby clothes are in
my name: pps. if u can't be divided, what
happens in this stupid town?
i don't know where i am, i don't really like u
magazines are munching; i don't really
like people around, what matters? love,
art supplies; meet in a tight spot
fall if u don't like people, who has money
who has money, who has money? what
do u do for a living? u act and frost your
pores
who is in the bedroom? i'm a loud mouth
i love someone no matter what u see
a stomach virus that eats and crawls
give up, we are art supplies, take care
just take care and have fun; he is not
my idea of entertainment, what u don't
see, then u curb, what u need
what u don't know, your hands
i know about the eight spot but
i don't know about u
i'm a little maniac; who has money when
your unborn comes back, tiny bugs out
of a poem
i don't know u but your baby clothes are all that matters
so go get felt and fret; so you're sitting at a table with
a lot of women and we are women and someone more
i don't like people; what do u do for a living?
the dark lay eggs, your baby clothes are in
my name: pps. if u can't be divided, what
happens in this stupid town?
i don't know where i am, i don't really like u
magazines are munching; i don't really
like people around, what matters? love,
art supplies; meet in a tight spot
fall if u don't like people, who has money
who has money, who has money? what
do u do for a living? u act and frost your
pores
who is in the bedroom? i'm a loud mouth
i love someone no matter what u see
a stomach virus that eats and crawls
give up, we are art supplies, take care
just take care and have fun; he is not
my idea of entertainment, what u don't
see, then u curb, what u need
what u don't know, your hands
i know about the eight spot but
i don't know about u
i'm a little maniac; who has money when
your unborn comes back, tiny bugs out
of a poem
poetry || John M. Bennett
miresprorejo
strauit le solingle shuunk pilldo
ra lo founcontrado en )t(he los)t(
engañol tuor bolket de
sillas fullno .snorquido
was ,thlo gargaroat dresida
yan mi strinuerda vom
itadad in un cirqulo .la
línea seea ,el enfdin al
begincio l.....................
l
...ust a second.
- C. Mehrl Bennett
espOejo
instacagonte instafinado ay
mi manombro lumbrefacto in
fatítico ídem los tumbalones
de mis calzonsismos .por
mis lagos ,por coronta ,por
ambulrancia no sabía no
me olvidaba no me des
perté del todo lo que me
pesa en la camisandante
.fuego de sobres ,de en
cuaternación de lomo en
escabicho ,“endespellejado”
como vuelvo a donde
nununca hehe estado
.)))el aire de min im mu
sáculo O
...fuego de pobres...
-Rubén Bonifaz Nuño
silespaejobas
ay tu OjO h.o.r.
m.i.g.ó.n las nu
bes di lácteas co
mo )cigarillo de pie
l( EN LA FAR
MACIA VERDE
se grita ,la puerta del
mero día a bierta nomás
terrible la esquina
...bulto...de arena...
-Ivan Argüelles,
“sílabas rotas”
Thursday, February 14, 2013
texts || Hugh Tribbey
ALLEN GINSBERG #2
away room meat
like away messianic party
last away moment pure
earth gone great
never until try
great upper north
instructions corridor Egypt
never up threads
spectre true imagined coronation knows
bone own years
escarpment gullies groundward
rivulet again think
garbage unfading next
ALLEN GINSBERG #3
all rock man’s
law anyway
maiden politely
lake Acis Mill pool
eternity Gregory girl
night undressed trouble
grim untrustworthy no
innocent court excellence
naked unnatural together
souls track inscribe cocks knows
beatness one yellowed
effeminate guitarino grande
red adjacent decayed
great unscrawled noble
POTTAGE RESIDENT ROAR
pease pottage Crawley
semi-detached
cold crisp
five bedroom town
welcomes new transplant
motor and the weariness
Esau and Edom
bewitch the oats and water
Jungle Jakes
roaring abyss of nihilism
hollering for more roads
our open fires
Finn, Luca, and Marley
Souls besutit ul
SPECTRAL CHAIN LURCH
Braille. wav: 857 KB
sorcerers armed with peach rods
surf-noise pioneers
Chinese star maps
almost nauseating subs
frequency or spectral distribution
from one splashy
tetrahydroxyamide
rutted with cart tracks
capturing the electro garage
ROCKS GRAMMAR SWALLOW
watch later error
enlarged/tender glands
popping in your stomach
eat the foam stuffing
toys lesbian swallows
discography browser
99.9% of the schmucks
Fish Fish 2
s04e01 unison 215 dmg
proper grammar.
Is swallowing semen
swallow wort; tragaeanth
(9781561370344)
SLICE WAXY BLUNDER
Baconthorpe
black trumpet mushrooms
KIAOCHOW BAY: KELLY, SIRFITZROY
width of a pound coin
rectangular ampao
on the shores of tropical waters
expose the rosy interior
1.KEWt, sFDA sAdA
Yellow Waxy Buildup
While Waxy Romney
death due to 999 blunder hit
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
4 pomes || Billly Bob Beamer
POMEprtrt
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plied, thoe ntial nd nd th fing … gear
flo ws as ears perm uhcan tic le le verberbeemer
wen senten ces. [purexiste determina
holeeeee y nd th e prof fou nd ane s ss so- -ok
riv erblo via ted thus , , eyepic ,strainscreem? gofin
gurer
out…….?
POME
varten jukka runoilija
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Gre[oen])(T[elemp]lo=1[1n8.3t] t]
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a]a {asci[ate w]it[h] N[ve & [3r]d u
]mr ver[br]a}) (E]f[fe[ts=[adva]ces
[the fe]lin[g o]f ce[ner]in [f mg]i &
[ of t]he t[ran]sce[nde[n[t[al) ][HC
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nc of - [H[] ti th]is ito t[hpe]id it[tak
[e t e]a]rt to[ r[eol]v aro]d t su wi[le
[H]Clan[et[wre] [s]ys [hi[s s he ]frqe
n[[. (1]36cyit wo]ld t[ak n[imag]in]ary
p[la[ne t]o o]bi[t te u[tsd]e g] o[f the s
un[.y m]n[ey ]is[n th] sco[n, si]net[h]e[
e is ]aoth f]eu[ny t[hat i ]gi[vn ]f[r art]h yar\
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POME
Alw]ays [glan]ce a t[up]pl[ing[sha]rp] tic[kle,]
Ga[ero]try on th[elma]bre[s ma]
D[a[st o]ry/. my so[clke]ts[lo[o]se[earspi[l[l[ l]l]l[l/nitit s
C[or]kbo[ear]od[Blo][][w[]][[]
N]ert[sa[y wh]er[th]erd[ois]n go[ye]d/
Bfo[rt]he[yw]his[ts]ch[ile]in so[o]
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POME
luna: beamer
nonew chops:
we have been h h
anging here in maro
thor, looiga for near
to 6 weeks entermog.
ge tus s un partootian por tal l
poem || John Crouse
SONNET
Orangutan Massage Squeegee Hymnal
Rethought, Global Exhilaration Berlin, Flirtation
Ashes, Everlasting Pizza, Warsaw Macaws Sewers
Wellsian Polestar Violet Castle Recur Crocodile
Dopey, Rumba Puppet Indoctrination
Weegee Clueless, Brewery Misunderstanding Piss
Trippy Breath Detaches. Echo Infantryman Heartbeat
Icy Crashes. Profundity Steeplejack Lisps. Balloon Lens
Religious, Mirror Partridge Ghost, Gemini Astonishes
Stalker Absolute. Dandelion Yelps Offscreen. Wattage
Gradually Dildo Contains Carbohydrate Chalice, Carcinogen
Palace, Ejaculation Walrus Smear Mollusk Lather, Ricochet
Teardrop, Snowfall Capture, Soviet Tuna Daisey Foreground
Rapture, Incitement Parajanov Cloudburst Comic Erection.
Orangutan Massage Squeegee Hymnal
Rethought, Global Exhilaration Berlin, Flirtation
Ashes, Everlasting Pizza, Warsaw Macaws Sewers
Wellsian Polestar Violet Castle Recur Crocodile
Dopey, Rumba Puppet Indoctrination
Weegee Clueless, Brewery Misunderstanding Piss
Trippy Breath Detaches. Echo Infantryman Heartbeat
Icy Crashes. Profundity Steeplejack Lisps. Balloon Lens
Religious, Mirror Partridge Ghost, Gemini Astonishes
Stalker Absolute. Dandelion Yelps Offscreen. Wattage
Gradually Dildo Contains Carbohydrate Chalice, Carcinogen
Palace, Ejaculation Walrus Smear Mollusk Lather, Ricochet
Teardrop, Snowfall Capture, Soviet Tuna Daisey Foreground
Rapture, Incitement Parajanov Cloudburst Comic Erection.
2 poems || donna kuhn
i want t touch your sky
i am a car accident. i go to u. u listen.
u don't understand. u see an egg and
u say hair incident. what people cry to.
i have u. i need to talk to the sky.
it seems real. i am a lottery. i want
to be u. i need time. i have no idea,
the sky.
u keep visiting. i want to touch your sky.
listen, it's my haircut. i have the station.
i have u. for 2 years u disappear.
why do u listen, i touch your skin.
divorce, no income, your skin.
i don't understand. i want egg salad.
throw away the buffalo when it's my turn.
i seem real. the egg salad is ready.
the buffalo. i will throw away the sky.
i go with a pirate to talk to u,
i am around and inside the dream.
i say hey, i need the burdens, the
egg salad is ready. it's my turn.
i am a car accident. i go to u. u listen.
u don't understand. u see an egg and
u say hair incident. what people cry to.
i have u. i need to talk to the sky.
it seems real. i am a lottery. i want
to be u. i need time. i have no idea,
the sky.
u keep visiting. i want to touch your sky.
listen, it's my haircut. i have the station.
i have u. for 2 years u disappear.
why do u listen, i touch your skin.
divorce, no income, your skin.
i don't understand. i want egg salad.
throw away the buffalo when it's my turn.
i seem real. the egg salad is ready.
the buffalo. i will throw away the sky.
i go with a pirate to talk to u,
i am around and inside the dream.
i say hey, i need the burdens, the
egg salad is ready. it's my turn.
shut the door
i don't need a loud buzz
now my somethingness
i'm drowningness
white snow tree out
i will need a willow
and some pretzels
u are disappearing in white
nothingness; did dad cut
your hair?
the tree outside is married headaches
i feel i am tired of u coming back to
life and disappearing again
did u get into our door?
shut the door, shut the tree
out
it's snowing in my ibuprofen
what u deserved, holes in
california
i don't need a loud buzz
now my somethingness
i'm drowningness
white snow tree out
i will need a willow
and some pretzels
u are disappearing in white
nothingness; did dad cut
your hair?
the tree outside is married headaches
i feel i am tired of u coming back to
life and disappearing again
did u get into our door?
shut the door, shut the tree
out
it's snowing in my ibuprofen
what u deserved, holes in
california
poems || John M. Bennett
Espejo Vestido
es inesencia noes tu
inestimable tu teléfono
torcido )mi camisa(
)en llamas( tu cara
col inútil o mi
“fonética” áspera
pendiente de tus
,vislumbres tus nalgas
tus páginas escombrantes
como... )nosensia nimb
usanza naricagada...(
...la palabra que habro la
manga escribidora las a
scuas flotantes en el
hálito sabanal ~ ~ ~
...what the - shirt - folds...
- Emily Dickinson
Espejo del Vorágine
mud ham float and
spread across the corn shame
,doubt flowers ,in your
knack ,slumbered ,cowered
,shaking in the rain ; ;;; ;;;; ;;;;; ; ;;;;;; ;
≈)wet bullet and a( ste
amed door ~ ~ ~ I was
thdrinking... THE T
ASTE CLOUD s
tink ,drowned I ,gnawed
stool ,“fulminate” o
maize lost in
,yr ggargggled ffoot ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
...bebía el torbellino, vegetal...
-José Eustacio Rivera
monesptejoaña
...manuscrito de alfileres...encima de
LA PALOMA CIRCULAR
los Zetas ,polvos del pen
samiento blanco el nadaismo
bajo la piel escrita “porque me
faltan” los mortales bor
rachos los elefantes en la carre
tera incomprensible EL VOL
CÁN MÁS HERMOSO
no me digas no me preguntes no me
pachuques )))la playa de Popocatepetl
)))sublunar... ...,h,o,r,m,i,g,a,s,.......... ........
...de mi sinrazón...
- Ivan Argüelles,
“pañuelo bifocal”
mirfireror
demento mori sure shoe
head ,walk across the
stone .yr ,uh ,“neck”
cloud yr porcine por
tion leaking in yr po
cket “like a watch”
)the hashed laundry in
your luggage steams
,clumps ,bli nd s
...( )it’s the crawling
phaze ,labertino ...sil
vestre ...riachuelo de
,,,san ,,,san ,,,gre ,,,gre :a
head the trees toward
sky’s burned ...o pen ...
...en llamas la pradera...
- Luis de Góngora
mirmistror
toco la tuerca la tumba la
pala borbot ante de tu
cogote vacío where my
inching taco coils spend yr
loop ,fine yr groped dog
storm yr terrones que
en la tapa caen tumbal tum
bal el último reloj de la
mano invivisible ≡]comb yr
face[≡ a cloud ≈ rising ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
from the lumber..............
...doblado, por fin...
-Rubén Bonifaz Nuño
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