Wednesday, December 1, 2021

Jim Leftwich - Sonnets

21st century American sonnet

content is only an extension of form.
metaphysics aspires to divested spirit.
reasons of integral mountains, the
notic which phrase anti- (involved as
indicated in the sea), flux what to ask
who of the word, where things flow
in our thoughts as things. in search
of the piano around which floats the

soap, doubt stages a flitting barbarism
through generalizations amid spare
warp and soph. all things flow, barely
analyzed, in reasonably clear-cut
sentences: fast falls the eventide.
the basic unit of the sonnet is the line.


***
Any Other Thursday

The patterns of the rhythms take shape
on either side of the volta. Calm, indispensable,
marvelous, surly and slim, plot is not a method
and phrases are not techniques. Nothing in
this drawer either. If Archie Bunker promises
Edith that George Burns still has some of his
magic pills, save me from your respective
beauties, we owe their presence to our

sleeping hands. Finished the hundred signals
with "how strange to shovel into writing
a birthday of western magic" -- how strange
to shine forth in heavy innocence, aching in
their eyes -- how strange to throttle fake detours
in mountain blood, at 4:19 on a summer afternoon.


***
We have an idea of it in our minds

Because of its powers spontaneously to
evoke and express emotion improvisation is,
and always has been, a part of religious
worship in almost every corner of the world.

not that it would be pleasing to the ear
unfixed and malleable
a language of variations
the pursuit of that mood is again through improvisation

p-tang,p-t,ddang,c onomotopoei like guitarix fea
feet pang pat dangling condominium cornstalk
not that it is unfixed in a language of pursuit, but
because its expressivity has been noted

in every corner of the world, noises scratching harmonies
explored pos challenge audiences merely dissonant.


***
like a day or another day

is a gamut suit we wear
like a sleighride and a hammer
like a day I remember or a memory remembered
like a day or another day

like a day or another day
like a day or another day
like a day or another day
like a day or another day

improvisational second-minded along
early newspaper continued umbrella
second-minded radio wings
originally homemade collective umbrella

is a gamut suit and a sleighride
like a day or another day


***
Down the dice and hide the hole down the dice

Improvisation is like duende. It's a state of mind.
There are a hundred ways of doing this.
This is a cow moving slowly. This is a deer.
Down the dice and hide the hole down the dice.

Down the dice and hide the hole down the dice.
Do you tiger tiger tiger tiger diamond meat?
Do you tiger tiger tiger tiger diamond meat?
Down the dice and hide the hole down the dice.

Free activo improles more sam intersecting
thought irritating the text without suffering
the eye of its music. Experience argues
for the disturbing. Improvisation is its duende.

Down the dice and hide the hole down the dice.
Down the dice and hide the hole down the dice.


***
Child of Gysin, Unite!

Writing is fifty years behind itself. There is
a kind of "no tomorrow" energy fueled by
the musicians reveling in their own inventiveness.
Philosophical improvisation agrees to
improvise gruesome contradictions behind
its undulating geometry. Freedom of thought
needs crit excitementa offe admitted reje
in the context of oppositional realism. Heard

to forget reflections, lo-fi workers recapsulate
blasplat in the zoot many lizards echo. It is
different for the creatures of creativity with
their talking parachutes and their purposely
pointless music of sour uselessness and testy
negation. Writing is 50 years ahead of that.

Thursday, October 7, 2021

John Pursch - 1 2 3 4

Claviform Actuals



Flagon of wooden alimentary nation, amplitude of pride, swarming mossy torpedo nest implies illogical prayer to mantissa or coordinated jukebox, pithy thigh parade in styrene overcoat. He detective, me inane by-product of eponymous epoxy, putrefying in the stunned pallor of antebellum arterial antiphony, antimony, alibi for aluminum alimony.

Crawled to death by bottled logic, the human notebook can only shrug and mutter sanguine crepuscular repeater valve adjudication for abdicated throw rug, patterned skin aside.

Incidental flowchart gun excretes diagonal signature song of science, soporific gnomic zone, inclement pool cue damped to lantern. Oxygen cowhide seep and swelter, inner smelted comedy of actual accommodations, noose attractor felt.

Up, up, and you feel a matchless canister, ball bearing urethra, chosen out of blind lineup. Tune in ex-con weekend hop to freight car surgeon on parole from shore leave lookalike inception, timed complaint resolved to locomotive.

Easy there, potentate, don’t want to spring a boxcar straddle. Could’ve saved you an hourly traffic clown, a guess at hazard dollop, pasty sanctuary, stipulated garbage. Claviform actuals ignite an obvious mountain.

***

Creased Concavity

Stumped gator guffaws at touchy ownership, releasing fees. Troops double back for sawbucks, recollect a floe, embracing polar occlusion. Winged walnuts obtain iterated snakeskin, encapsulating cranked uranium.

The algorithm is simple: crawl the perimeter, swarming any stationary object. As such, it reveals nubile contenders, eventually reducing them to cannon fodder.

Periodic flush lines deliver the remains to candle factories, wax dummies emerging with tactful handshake, spitting out assembly line mumbo-jumbo, effusive penury.

Perfunctory refusal, flippant nod, heads turn to wheelhouse hypnosis, situational bias, trigger-happy-go-lousy campfire grill and tonic, gingerly gimpy gimlet gone grimly, grower to gowned surgeon, groaning bifurcation, splitting railgun leggings for salient cranium, silent cunning, dumbly owned peat patrolling after fine-toothed sable coat perpetrated ounces of pride.

Who could’ve shown up sooner, swooned in silver oxide, fed to opulent humps with lumpy cravings, creased concavity, stifled grace, elusive taser pavement, coarse erosive tailings of a copperhead?





***



Psionic Psoriasis


Eyeing a donut hole, I cannot connote connubial carnivorous Cartesian occurrences of Ovaltine, Oreos, omnivorous overtures to oatmeal bowlers, porcine pachyderms, hip openers, plaid pluperfect propitiatory pompadours, or corpulent coprophagic kangaroos.

Could you, can you, toucan tango, turncoats tippling dangling gunboat gantry gauze?

Awash, a warped waistline wags and wishes, watches winsome wholly wedded weeds worship at the psalter, psionic psychiatric psoriasis singing of sticky symbolism, timpani of chimpanzee chutney, churlish sport coat lining, altruistic effrontery, imitated ankles, orchestrated orcas organized by orgasmic origami organs, gorgonzola gone garrulous.

Some howitzer eyed assiduous assemblies of open-air tuning till furrows formed in periodic stumbling waves of slogans, emblematic uniform alliances, dalliance of linear collusion, futile effervescent gumption, avoidance tantrums confusing to go over.

I asked for one or two thousand semblances of disease and caught a spiral augury, ill omen, totem tome, anonymous overload of oar and oat and gloaming, boathouse shade, yacht contusion. Sallow pimp with chunky sheets, total sally salvo of extruded fluid being, singled out by location gears.


***


Silesians Sang Silently

Again I scuttled enamel buttercups on shoreline rinds of grocery sheriff heels, awful undercurrents of passage portent. Dogs can’t tenderize tree bark without speaking, munching on shade.

Playgrounds churn, childhood spurns the karmic parka, atypical tarmac commits eternal farces. Face value narcotics illuminate anarchic basaltic ballistics, spelunking spryly in sprocketed spirochetes.

Demeaned, debauched, demanding dilatory depilatories, diverging down diaphanous dungeon drains, drawn daffodils demur, deafeningly defining deep-sea diffidence. Dour depth dichotomists deftly defy death, dealing daily defiance down and dirty, dryly. A dollop of didactic oil, dilapidated and duly axiomatized, derives undue delight in digging indigenous daylight.

Alternatives abound, bound for coveted notions of spoiled Aleutian carousels in bowler shack-up slaps to cheeky encomium of leaning gown. Cowering windblown caustic cassowary ossifies autumnal pedestal of leaves, of irony, of steamed iconic Pyrrhic factory, of oft-included antics, offering affluent offal, offhand effluent, off-key olfactory earmuffs.

Hear ye, heresy: heretofore her handkerchief handled hegemony, hinting hourly how hip-deep heuristics paper hanky-panky hermeneutics. Pitter patter pimped a speckled spatula, spelling when salacious sailboats sold sequestered seasoning, salubrious Silesians sang silently.

Wednesday, September 29, 2021

Jim Leftwich

 faced to avoid arrangements

aridity of graph / the

philoxophi of art / smokestack

regional chromosome for

data-ethics who

systematize the sky the sky




noun defunct in tithes of

articles who lease the

leaf the leaves of

research / beneath the

sea enclosed by

clothing / clots corridor,

squared zonal pholoxophi

of art if art on art or art




preposterous volcano

have been pierced by

vocal hazards / whose

phjiloxophi of arrt are

unexpected array

spells avalanche

in formative conflicts




associated with third concerns

scattering wildly map-leaps

full of rainforests and northern

lights / pjhiloophi of descending

axiom / caveats squirrel

mantle eating a lifetime / a lot

of you feeding on mountains &

mountains of boiling soil




sound withers the focus-broth

projectimma philoxxophie

transmogrify the fish therein

the fish / their fish / praxis

inverted by real-time bodies

by real-world embodiments by

bring touch to their own

attractions




brings together stamen also

cupola not only with their

red specifics / routes are

transparent within their new

renewable / philoxxible

research uniquely role play

players layers possibly

impoxximate




sands have authorship / upon

the broad static statelessness

/ instead of design,

storytellers / building

emancipatory wheat upon the

conditions for anti-war