causative salutation
In a rainforest, young love, a restless dictation, swelters of words. These words, transcribed or conscripted, realize something in action. The action takes place sailing. Rivers inhale. the boat stutters in phrases of indignant rapprochement. Clearly a season begins. The people of Tangier have set limits. We read the news even now. Potency exhausts after all. posing for pictures at the end of Massachusetts, relying on something virtuous in saying so. Or backing up just to assert that fraction. A town at the end of Massachusetts, looking over to Tangier, desperate to be in place. The news of place then returns. Tired people in spirit detach possible inflictions from conflict. Wise cats and dogs roll into curves. The rainforest is have or enough. distance causes evaluation. Soon a tunnel thru to the heart of something else, which will ring Appalachian door harps. Spots on the sun as testaments for extra centuries. Looming over these messages the quality of mirage. the holiday isn't real.
Re: causative salutation
Lovely. - Original Message - From: Allen Bramhall [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@listserv.utoronto.ca Sent: Monday, July 04, 2005 8:21 AM Subject: causative salutation In a rainforest, young love, a restless dictation, swelters of words. These words, transcribed or conscripted, realize something in action. The action takes place sailing. Rivers inhale. the boat stutters in phrases of indignant rapprochement. Clearly a season begins. The people of Tangier have set limits. We read the news even now. Potency exhausts after all. posing for pictures at the end of Massachusetts, relying on something virtuous in saying so. Or backing up just to assert that fraction. A town at the end of Massachusetts, looking over to Tangier, desperate to be in place. The news of place then returns. Tired people in spirit detach possible inflictions from conflict. Wise cats and dogs roll into curves. The rainforest is have or enough. distance causes evaluation. Soon a tunnel thru to the heart of something else, which will ring Appalachian door harps. Spots on the sun as testaments for extra centuries. Looming over these messages the quality of mirage. the holiday isn't real.
Re: causative salutation
I enoyed this Joel, Thanks. -Peter CiccarielloARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ - Original Message - Subject: causative salutation In a rainforest, young love, a restless dictation, swelters of words. These words, transcribed or conscripted, realize something in action. The action takes place sailing. Rivers inhale. the boat stutters in phrases of indignant rapprochement. Clearly a season begins. The people of Tangier have set limits. We read the news even now. Potency exhausts after all. posing for pictures at the end of Massachusetts, relying on something virtuous in saying so. Or backing up just to assert that fraction. A town at the end of Massachusetts, looking over to Tangier, desperate to be in place. The news of place then returns. Tired people in spirit detach possible inflictions from conflict. Wise cats and dogs roll into curves. The rainforest is have or enough. distance causes evaluation. Soon a tunnel thru to the heart of something else, which will ring Appalachian door harps. Spots on the sun as testaments for extra centuries. Looming over these messages the quality of mirage. the holiday isn't real.
Re: causative salutation
Peter: This is by Allen Bramhall. Just want to make sure you know this. -Joel - Original Message - From: Peter Ciccariello To: WRYTING-L@listserv.utoronto.ca Sent: Monday, July 04, 2005 12:17 PM Subject: Re: causative salutation I enoyed this Joel, Thanks. -Peter CiccarielloARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ - Original Message - Subject: causative salutation In a rainforest, young love, a restless dictation, swelters of words. These words, transcribed or conscripted, realize something in action. The action takes place sailing. Rivers inhale. the boat stutters in phrases of indignant rapprochement. Clearly a season begins. The people of Tangier have set limits. We read the news even now. Potency exhausts after all. posing for pictures at the end of Massachusetts, relying on something virtuous in saying so. Or backing up just to assert that fraction. A town at the end of Massachusetts, looking over to Tangier, desperate to be in place. The news of place then returns. Tired people in spirit detach possible inflictions from conflict. Wise cats and dogs roll into curves. The rainforest is have or enough. distance causes evaluation. Soon a tunnel thru to the heart of something else, which will ring Appalachian door harps. Spots on the sun as testaments for extra centuries. Looming over these messages the quality of mirage. the holiday isn't real.
Re: causative salutation
The people of Tangier have set limits. especially during Ramadan. when i was there we were mobbed in the street while carrying a case of beer back to our car. it was a close call, and though Tangier is generally lenient on such matters, (there being all manner of pubs and clubs) there was in 93 beginning to be a rise in fundamentalism there. Hamri, the poet-painter friend of Bowles, Burroughs etc. mentioned to us several times that the 'old tangier is gone' and you can see this especially in the part of town we called 'new-town'. the main thing i remember about that area aside from the western style homes w/ garages was a proliferation of television antennas which were fashioned into the likeness of the eiffel tower.
Re: causative salutation
I didn't know that. I enjoyed it anyway. -Peter -Original Message-From: Joel Weishaus [EMAIL PROTECTED]To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CASent: Mon, 4 Jul 2005 14:22:34 -0700Subject: Re: causative salutation Peter: This is by Allen Bramhall. Just want to make sure you know this. -Joel - Original Message - From: Peter Ciccariello To: WRYTING-L@listserv.utoronto.ca Sent: Monday, July 04, 2005 12:17 PM Subject: Re: causative salutation I enjoyed this Joel, Thanks. -Peter CiccarielloARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ - Original Message - Subject: causative salutation In a rainforest, young love, a restless dictation, swelters of words. These words, transcribed or conscripted, realize something in action. The action takes place sailing. Rivers inhale. the boat stutters in phrases of indignant rapprochement. Clearly a season begins. The people of Tangier have set limits. We read the news even now. Potency exhausts after all. posing for pictures at the end of Massachusetts, relying on something virtuous in saying so. Or backing up just to assert that fraction. A town at the end of Massachusetts, looking over to Tangier, desperate to be in place. The news of place then returns. Tired people in spirit detach possible inflictions from conflict. Wise cats and dogs roll into curves. The rainforest is have or enough. distance causes evaluation. Soon a tunnel thru to the heart of something else, which will ring Appalachian door harps. Spots on the sun as testaments for extra centuries. Looming over these messages the quality of mirage. the holiday isn't real.
