Monday, January 29, 2018

Rose Knapp - Five Poems

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1. Very Venetian Marinetti 

Saudi Catalan salt sands
London bells blare black grime
Washington applause re:

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2. Distance Jouissance

Snakes dart in between my skin
Tis quite disquieting disturbing Ching 

The twirling dual light from IKEA 
Or was it MOCA or the Whitney 

Museums danse as dissociated
Liches frolic onward decay don't they?


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3. Versace Versailles Verisimilitudes 

Jouissance  Jouissance  Jouissance
                        Joyce  Joyce  Joyce        Joyce    Joy      C.E. 
Son     net   Son          net    Son          net        Gha                 zal


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4. Wall Street Can Be So Ketamine

Gold wisps down Wall Street
Leaving nothing in its wake
Digital data tips its' hat to form
Cubisms raise themselves electricity 

Jolts jots jobs jousts fausts
Feasts Delacroix me a Cantos
Spins to winds on windows 
Of Change And/Or Orage Orangutan 

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5. Emerald Echolalias

A Book opens
Lapis lazuli rI
IngBlackscarabs
WithOrangeEyes

Flitter    IV    Into   Ontological
Scorpion wings
Compress them
Selves into angel
Dust devour con
Sciousness which 
Screams subconscious Ly

Ânkh    Sun     Danse        Meta

Narrative Negro Nexus Fluxus



Monday, January 22, 2018

Robert Beveridge - Seven Poems

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1. Abject

world sits abject drinks its horrortea sits in fear asteroids circle jail guards rattle bars abject imprisoned world sits under blackwinter sun dim world dark abject frustrated sees not what light allows love gone hope gone abject world sits in corner drinks sits abject imprisoned under sun sits cold the world abject frustrated corner sees not what abject light shows



Monday, January 15, 2018

Daniel Y. Harris - Exergue XLV & XLVI

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Exergue XLV

Sophia’s idiolects vy for the syntagm divinitatis symbola,
bulky capsules, her glissando their pleroma. Our vector’s descent
is mundus intelligibilis, its feuerball part eikōn, part the ergetic
in Per Aspera Ad Astra. She’s aspirant, a fortiori, a pontific role,
perfecti in the Aetherius Society. Jesus rose in corpore,
231−1 Mersenne prime as psychanodia, his genitalia la cruauté.
Seminal vesicles in the monk’s tonsure? Antisporic syncline
maxes out fluophosphate, transpositive would melanterite.
Saucer silos are segullot. The contactee account signals proprius
with a suction cup base. Whip the maniah rosho, our die Kehre
is here. Discern politeia from destruktion, proffers her gris
eminence. Whether fence or net, gitter is blockage. The letters,
grammata, or dualist Marcionites, titted by a secret successor
with multiplicity in eins. Shibboleths are circumcised,
waxes the Third Sargon, its DHvSS theologoumena, El Shaddai’s
war. Our polychrome is greyer, offers up ex cathedra prequels
for youth in the banelieux. Salvage what’s cleansed carrion man
from Sumi-Er, transom above the doorbell. Sprechgitter
is not a neologism. Irenic irony’s outré aim, the tachyonator’s
Alpha Aldebaran. Line 836:  if ((tmp = util_memsearch(conn->r
dbuf, conn->rdbuf_pos, “assword”, 7)) != -1). The penis
functions as an embouchure. It’s ascent from maqom raises
the ciborium for Arios, via in abyssum. Try aqua clara,
ascensio mentis is eyeround between bars, feted as embryo
farms. Dispatch tschandala for breed up. At the abbey gate,
anthropoi from the canonry notch a lachen. We, heartgray,
our paratactics a threadsun, burns by ambiphrach.



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Exergue XLVI

Khôra’s liek nonelen deals a cut throat hitbodedut, her Noahic
covenant, broad unanuajce below patellas. El Jefe’s
insignia’s Gregor. The Samsa’s fieefernt are ciliary lids, turns
out their adjutant’s irute. By contrast, our conquistadores
have their thurifer’s infinum malum. Teally the antithsisi,
were immured, that is, ’ADaM, in his phylogenetic
pose, rebukes. Tardive dyskinesia has its parataxis. If patrón’s
in Baphomet’s sigil, then angles torque the furor teutonicus.
Our osilum augments their carved omphalos. How
hard is the aspergeant? Creamy excess, catachresis. Negate
valences, for keli as pericope gives our seriatim its phallus.   
The vicar’s ataraxia, confrères started out despising,
then celebrants, their divyas’ transense, cranes maim son’s
tonnage as zeugma in the catalogue. Nephilim are paqid,
in nomine magni dei nostri satanas, debuts this salute,
our hystera. Their macao constraints, dans ses dessous, rises
aslant and agog, the sefirotic axis. Trochees revise anapests,  
as pasigraphy’s in tatters, revving it, the nodal or vîras
in somanodia foists an incubus on bent shears. Line 846: static
int consume_resp_prompt(struct scanner_connection *conn). Full
refrain, exemplum, pursue that course ab initio, before   
the Ostrogoths substitute le mot juste for a thurible. In mundus
imaginalis, Ctrl+Alt+Del equals our rheostat’s dimmer, plash
or fallutin’, as demotic as dyssemia in kewpie dolls.
Quelque chose noir on Ulica Krokodyli, ovarian, enters foison,
embosses gloss, is ripple, splicing citation, input chemiotactic

be chlorinator daymark, anno in turn yields annona.

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Thriveni Mysore - T (h) … t (H)

1.
10,00,00,00,00,000 T
10,00,00,00,000 T
10,00,00,000 T
10,00,000 T
10,000T
1000T
10 t,1 h
1t,100 h
1t,1000 h
1t,10000 H
10,00,000 H
10,00,00,00,00,000 H

Monday, January 8, 2018

Bill Beamer & Jim Leftwich - from Sound Rituals

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sound ritual number 86


dual narratives bit extu al sans kri
Copenhagen baggage
t syntax army  life of bendex riley tv
  xXx
        //\\\/\\/////\\\\
              ||||
before two bands in Boston. crash the commons
net neutrality rising, by train,
t wo different marches, 2 diff keys teevee life ed sull
  xXx
        //\\\/\\/////\\\\
              ||||
ives sat on the loose grass. pigeons encampment.
in 22 minutes, what a marvel
memoryunto a twoer lava lamp. pitcairn& the canary dave garr


december 2017

Thursday, January 4, 2018

Billy Bob Beamer - One poem

P[o[]m]em[e
 
[t]e[me]m[easa]unit[pro]vide[s a co]ne[nie
]t[me]ns
 o[f ds]cusi[ng] a [pie]e o[f h]oug
[t c]op[id ]fr[o pe]top[[eso]n  ", 
 [r]ega[rdle]s[soof whe]po[the[r th]a[t [t]ho]ugh[t co]n]t]ain[s ot[her]s in[sid]e i[t,]
flo[rm]s p[ar]t of a [la[rg]em[e]m]e[.]m]em
[e c]ou[l]d
 con[sis]t of [a sin]gle w[ord], [o]r a [m[[e]]me[ co]ul]d
co]n[s[is]t o[f[nie]t[ th]e] e[n
]tir[e[ spe]ech] i[nwh]ch[ that word] fr[st oc[c]r[red.]
h]s f[o]ms[ an an]al[gy t]o thidea o[f a e[ne s] asin[le u]it[ o[f ]s][le]plic]a
]t]in[g i[n[fo]m[ato[]n fond o]n [t]h s[elf-]re[pl]catin]g[cho]so[mo]on
[e s[elf-]re[pl]catin]g[cho]so[mo]on[e

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

Ray Gregson - All-palindrome Gibberish Two Times

Author's Note: My idea of fun is simple - Total Recall introduction sequence where where eyes pop out because of pressure drop. I like to enact such thing onto language itself because that's the way we can squeeze something new out of it. These poem makes no sense but if you can get through - they make some really funny images .

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1.
toot-toot tirrit mmm
tut-tut Xanax
soosoos oho
hah - huh

Ababa Tut,
rotavator rotator
Kodok tat

Nan oxo eke keek pip
tat kaiak pup oo tattarrattat

Oyo dud irori tippit
Uttu atta waw
mmm toot-toot

oxo aga gag
Utu pip-pip
boob Oto
tot oo ee yay tirrit

Odo soosoos affa kinnikinnik
toot tot aa oo Tut keek
tattarrattat affa non gag
Ono Ara a wow toot
toot toot-toot ee wow eye deed yay tot

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2.
kaiak o-o tit
bob torot a goog alala
dud mum wow mem
murdrum sis minim
yoy tipit bib oppo

tattarrattat aa ajaja

boob rotor heh 
eye  pop mmm

tut-tut toot
mm bob huh
oo waw aa tattarrattat
waw mum o-o yay
pip yay I kaiak a pup
tut-tut rotator tut-tut
hah mmm a heh tat

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Hugh Tribbey - Three Poems


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1. LACKiNG LATENCIES


Boom bring
Doses dromedary
Emerging every
Felt interface
Lacking latencies
Lifeboats linked
Made needed
Nucleus palace
Proud retake
Sermon shelves sidekick
Thread thumbnail
Untold warp
Well-fill’d works


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2. VOICED VILLAGE

Act armouries
Attempt cellars
Contentiously coughing dawn
Decanter decibels detective dogleg
Extinguish girlfriend horsewhip
Immortality infrastructures investor
Jesus leading lighter lighted
Listen live long
Mightily only polemic possess
Ready sequins Shank sidle
Soul’s strive swiftly
Talkative think tot
Upanishads
Versed virgin young


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3. FLESUAL ADESIS ORES

Flesual adesis ores
Cuba inishona proum itiuma
Xerm deadio alet ture
Isin molf emba
Pred unni presalen yrippo
Uodm heri eler
Gneiss lanchold coatessa crid
Aimp dola orou vven
Tund queboloor aled
Gonn iosten
Oiterraw enst coid
Crele arde glau impo
Jokeloto mons murn

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Thursday, December 21, 2017

Jeff Bagato - Three poems

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1. All You Can Eat

                     Curling around a plate of nachos,
         an elephant trunk flexes
                          and twists
                                     as huffing hot, hot cheese
                               he gets brain burn
                and then icy,
                        eye-watering cold

                       Stars and bars flap in a pollen cloud,
                                       so that feeding nozzle
      snurked and sneezed a velveeta
                           hand grenade
                                            upon ol’ Sarah
                  Palin’s tour de force,
                              a new coat of yellow
                                         lipstick for a well-read        
                                     pig

                                    Snouts and nozzles
       being the envy of the free world—
                    all stripped bare
                            of their martyrs and fingerprints,
             smiles gone all smiley
                                       with a prozac psalm—
                       there’s a feasting frenzy
                                folly á deus

                   Lunging at the trough
                                       for bacon bits, flap-
                               doodle, scrapple
                       and thighs

                           The arc of crumbs and grease,
            forms a fountain of self-love,
                                                    an orgy
                                   of the undone


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2. Second Comings

                        Wood bees wrestle in midair,
                                             buzz bombing the benches
                                 with moves
              like loop-de-loop graduates
                                                  of a death wish
                                       flying school;

                                           brushing my arm
                        with feathered wings
                                   flicking air,
                 ‘cause some lady bee doing all the work
                              has started a tunnel
                                                   in the wood slat
                                         at my elbow,

                                    but it’s like
                                             he doesn’t know he
                         don’t have a stinger
                                         and can’t do
                                                    shit

                             Roman centurions gear up
             under Andrew Jackson’s elevated sword;
                                                 Jesus stands at the ready,
                                    blood painted
                 on his cheeks to carry
                                       again the cross,

                       as the trees flower in the warm
                                                      beauty of girls
                                   in summer dresses
                                           passing by,

                                 sore temptations to disrobe,
                     frolic in loin cloth,
                                       and toss that crown
                                                   of thorns in the air,
                            cheering and slapping five
                                   with the centurions,

             modern romans
                            raising digital eyes,
                                    while sandwiches and soft drinks
                  rise to faces blank and calm,
                                                      black clothes
                            solemn in the green
                                           pollenscented air

                                 White crowned with dreads,
                     the Rasta Sufi holds high
                                                   his staff, his denim
                                       skirt ripped from jeans
                           leaving legs free,
                                            and in his eyes his joy
                                                        his own
                                A sign of spring—
                                        gathering the brother-
                           hood of man

                                            and bee
                                        and
                                                     beast

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3. Remember the Meme

                  With my wizard wand ablaze—
                                  a trap apart from all my demons—
                         not a mystery,
                                           not a shelter,
                            not a grave,

                                          I am homeless and all at home
                         as that whispering wand
                                              beams bright thoughts
                                                        and snappy notions
                               to the brains of all who gleam
                  and glory in their time,
                                                like angels
                                     who light the world
                                                    with a quiet word;

                      on a pinpoint of this light,
                                  these angels cast sweet auras outward
                                                like luciferous diamonds
                         guaranteed to last forever
                                      curled around
              some finger in a dike surrounding this city
                             illuminated with lies,
                                                       sweet lies—

                                          Golden lies
                                                 that ring and shine
                                 like a liberty bell
                    with a halogen clapper,
                                            flinging music that slings
                the clanging knees of a flapper
                                    flatfooting petroleum frolics
                                                         while the flood waters
                                                      rise

                                           The river flashes up
                              past the ankles, up
                                                up past the bra strap,
                  past the parlors and the roof tops,
                                    ‘til it dances on the peaks
                                                              and crenellations,
                                      keeping us fleet and afloat
                       and flopping on the fires,

                                                  on the seas