this day, mid-may
I love my work my work is love the work is you I love you and I love the work the work is play the work is you at play I love all day with you in it I love the night that softens day soft cover over what is here with pleasure of the living of the life this present tense repeatedly arriving hitched to prior present tense a separate moment planned and found this living thinking of the living breathing living working playing in the working and reversing living work and loving play all night the other side of day sheila e. murphy
earth has this habit of keeping happening
I take it s pulse over and over I lose g rasp of it again this becomes home no matter what I take earth as insinuation of it into my whole p air of hands and cup dust whisper a cross it to find earth mildly in a state of dis appearance just to take it back and hold it earth repeats me and my overtones and places them back into what this always is sheila e. murphy
placate dampness (frames on things)
for it is (thus, so) within myself the startling overtones that drift (I'm only chronicling) these tingling verbs that carry them and us and taste and seacoast (actuariate) things sovereign at best planned versus accepted the exception rules mind's mud am hurt today flash anger (purposes removed once and again) these flowers the uneasy sores on cacti whose silver you accrue when evolution plants (itself) amid illusion sheila e. murphy
Re: THE SPAM POETRY GAME 24 HOURS LEFT!
Hope you have received mine okay, Cecil! Sent a while ago - sheila On 5/8/07, Cecil Touchon [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: THE SPAM POETRY GAME 24 HOURS LEFT! 9 participants so far. Don't miss your chance to play! THE SPAM POETRY GAME The following are the instructions for Round Two (Round One happened on 5/21/2005) Results from round one: http://ontologicalmuseum.org/museum/spam-poetry-game-exhibit/list.htm Below are some random words found in some recent spam trash - you probably got a copy too! Please take this material and do with it what you will to create a poem. If you add words put them in brackets. If you remove anything put it as a remainder after the poem. Time limit 24 hours from this posting. send to [EMAIL PROTECTED] - reputation from storms and your wrong. An apology? Bah! adversaries in alights only on the hand that does not grasp. The greater the difficulty If you love the more tempests. To the end enemies that I can remember. There is no of England. lesson imperfectly The bird our days God's ways of freedom Disgusting! wrong, Cowardly! Beneath the gentleman, however be. Where customer to death, you can't wrong he might go in paradise surmounting it. Skillful pilots gain their much my political life, but no who mixes the pleasant with the useful. I have had a lot of there is much error. I never forgive, dignity of any but I always forget. He gains shortcut to life. Law everyone's there is glory approval of, life is a learned. Honesty is a question of right or not a matter of policy. Everyone complains of the badness of his memory, but nobody of his judgment. Malt does more than Milton can to justify to man. is part of the Common - By participating you are donating the results and its copyright usage to the Ontological Museum for future exhibitions. Your work will be documented online. Thanks, Cecil Touchon http://ontologicalmuseum.org http://collagepoetry.com
hypothetical arrival
cradle pray as if (I breathe within the confines of your face for us beyond (the only face I see the seeming (owned injurious historic teachings accidental (I begin again repeatedly numinous (attraction is a construct or overwrought(host pattern worn lines assumed(inbred obedience to precedent destined to touch(prove wrong some way of knowing to parlay code(already there into parentheses(as nice a home as womb sheila e. murphy
Re: o nul
great On 4/24/07, John M. Bennett [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: * o pen is streaking streaking nul i fry lun g h ope n * __ Dr. John M. Bennett Curator, Avant Writing Collection Rare Books Manuscripts Library The Ohio State University Libraries 1858 Neil Av Mall Columbus, OH 43210 USA (614) 292-3029 [EMAIL PROTECTED] www.johnmbennett.net http://www.library.osu.edu/sites/rarebooks/avantwriting/ ___
2 for you
hypothetical *ahora mismo* then it's gone * pasture oh pasture be my starlight sheila e. murphy
Re: Heart
Lovely, lovely! On 4/8/07, D^Vid D^Vizio [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: is a small but essential piece of mind how bigger d'oh brain dOne matta d^Vizio __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
Re: leaving the Valley
I love this piece. Thank you, Alan. On 4/9/07, Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: leaving the Valley through wyoming exeter forty-fort kingston wilkes-barre towards blakeslee through and out of Wyoming Valley sped to 300 miles an hour - where i grew up surrounded by the blue-gray mountains of pennsylvania - you couldn't see very far in any direction - something like west virginia - you've got no viewpoint - you're trapped in the Valley - the roads wind long through it - you leave up and out along the five mile hill - then 19 miles to blakeslee in the poconos - it's always dark - always raining - there's coal in the mountains - anthracite - strip-mining but not mountain-topping - mines were deep and dangerous - the five mile hill was dangerous - trucks would lose control - crash into wilkes-barre at ninety miles an hour - plow through houses - taking out everything in their path - for years they worked at taming the hill - now there are runaway truck roads - they go on up there - you can usually see tire marks - furrows - nothing gets down into the town any more - but we're going out of the town and up the hill - then through the mountains to blakeslee - first through the Valley past the airport - there were turkey vultures there - the first i've seen in eastern pennsylvania - the first i've seen in pennsylvania - they're moving in - on the landing strip - paid no attention to the planes - down past the dikes around forty-fort - named for the forty settlers who first arrived - the area has a long history - wars were fought - lot of people died - the susquehanna's held back by the dikes - floods anyway - the cemetery - you can just make it out at 300 mph - cemetery lost a lot of coffins - they floated down the river in 1972 - our house flooded as well - we saw eleven herons in the area a year ago - the area's aging now - lots of people left - mainly young people - the mines are closed - flooded out in 1959 - land subsidance - our house cracked in two - we're leaving at 300 miles per hour - we're on our way - we're gone - http://www.asondheim.org/valleyspeed.mp4
utility
her specialty is taking something not worth doing and then doing it to perfection that passes Plato and all things platonic she loses sense of time and space while honing every previously stranded particle into a steadfast system certain to evaporate from memory meanwhile a lord-made day upon us opens vowel sounds and protective consonants to lift above the heads and minds of people thinking speaking quiet and perhaps immune to where they fit sheila e. murphy
playhem
this is she making the rounds in bounds and out of gravity with feeling lush unto our world she brandishes a soft sun flower and makes heaven be earth awhile this is her center moving to the willow feel of daylight as it comes into clear view and you are here inventing rooms and ideology viola like as tacit brevity engorges a clean path back into thinking feeling see the decibels approach and let the tunes just follow sheila e. murphy
innocence word too much is
solitude and its effects yes you were saying watch me sleep watch my sleep and yesterday was that good now tell me correspondence taps in to mesmeria comme ca the overtone is winking hard these are my senses eyes these are my glorious mysteries this is the aisle for bridelings give us this day sheila e. murphy
elses clamor clobber
fake paint sleeky form lore gentry posses plenty stored here where you where I where we rode Clampetty no matter horse lines in the dugout anymore now one rides far to pace placing antics sliding home sheila e. murphy
Interview with Javant Biarujia by Sheila Murphy
I hope that you will enjoy reading my interview of Javant Biarujia. Enjoy! Sheila Murphy http://willtoexchange.blogspot.com/2007/04/interview-with-javant-biarujia-by.html
multiple choice
a) brama (bull!) b) jambo (RE!) c) leviticus (uh oh) *taste and see* Sheila E. Murphy
Re: multiple choice
hahahahahaha! On 4/5/07, mIEKAL aND [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: d) nun of the above On Apr 5, 2007, at 12:06 PM, Sheila Murphy wrote: a) brama (bull!) b) jambo (RE!) c) leviticus (uh oh) taste and see Sheila E. Murphy
Re: multiple choice
lunch! On 4/5/07, Tom_ Lewis [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: a) brama -- barbecue b) jambo -- in easy-open elephant jars c) leviticus -- leave it to the professionals, the only ones can cuss using Tetragrammaton do we win a prize if we get it right? or eternal damnation? or just lunch? On Thursday, April 05, 2007, at 12:12PM, mIEKAL aND [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: d) nun of the above On Apr 5, 2007, at 12:06 PM, Sheila Murphy wrote: a) brama (bull!) b) jambo (RE!) c) leviticus (uh oh) taste and see Sheila E. Murphy
Re: infinity's a pest
Splendiferous, Tom! On 4/4/07, Tom_ Lewis [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: egress! out on the grass! where? do you smell beer? no sense but pass, press but noon, but tap. ingress! agree, but verify. On Tuesday, April 03, 2007, at 01:11PM, Bjørn Magnhildøen [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: agree! 2007/4/3, Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED]: infinity's a pest best to leave it in the shop the shop (eye) full of what I do not need I need to work versus I do not need to work and the envelope I mean the evidence please sheila e. murphy
Re: in finery's best
*Günter (Wilhelm) Grass* On 4/4/07, Tom_ Lewis [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: ess! out under ass! under glass! under gas! ere imp pours snarly were-boyscouts snack with biscuits smearing baskets of flour nonce incense abuts preening chassis, noon, in time in tasks parts stub ess! a-green abut a very thing s.o.u.t. On Wednesday, April 04, 2007, at 03:57PM, steve d. dalachinsky [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: regress! shout gun the ass! swere dump your smells here nonsense butts impasse, impress butts no one, butts strap. impress! a greed, butt everything. On Tuesday, April 03, 2007, at 01:11PM, Bjørn Magnhildøen [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: agree! 2007/4/3, Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED]: infinity's a pest best to leave it in the shop the shop (eye) full of what I do not need I need to work versus I do not need to work and the envelope I mean the evidence please sheila e. murphy
Re: No: the Item Was Exactly Wool Enough to Parse
You are too kind, Allen. Thanks very much. Sheila
On 3/28/07, Allen Bramhall [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
Sheila Murphy wrote:
beautiful! 'normed mercy' is a serious (tho lovely) ouch. I like this
directive voice here, and the earnest young gent, and it all lyrics
prose to some place of confronted moment ('the right thing for this
house').
No: the Item Was Exactly Wool Enough to Parse
I lifted away both woof and weft, deciding I would name something I thought was there. Indifference should be distinguished (from normed mercy and contiguous formation signals in the right lane). *Tell me about your spouse. *Is there some language we should use to close off jam sessions we maintain ought to be disinvited? Shepherds now are rarely seen. This is the city, domicile of thunder. In a worn moment, momentum calls up grasping power, and a representative contralto may resist inflexate commas. What are chalk marks for, if not to demonstrate the pallor of defining? Saplings twist and look like bows during the storm. I know exactly why I moved here, but that's more than a generation past. No one should ask impertinent questions without associating names of flowers. *The kind young gent explained to me he studied verbs to get the sense of what was being meant. *I told him my life history included the viola clef. He laughed and gave me volume after volume, noting that his status was as quite removed new generation from the country he calls old. I take a while to get to know, but many people activate a stylized appearance that we are on terms. The minute that some lately-returned gentry came to faultlines, we agreed upon a way not to discuss the squeaky boards beneath a certain story. It was nice not to be interacting with invasive voices, shrill and quite intemperate. One may fall into a context and be modified. That was the last thing I'd have wanted, independent admonition from a grump. Although the wind shear attributed to pilotry would offer bounce, it was not cheery bounce. I thought I might accept eventuality and let it fall into a final lap and watch another individual be pearl-like near it. What a nest responsibility becomes. It's anything but sugared, and no matter what, it's not the right thing for this house. sheila e. murphy
pre pond (en(d)urance
hard to be this gap (from water) hard to be (oncoming water) look at the (unformed haiku) bathing where there is (no silk) there is (no climate) and (idiocy anymore) or plenty in the horn I play (woodwinds) sheila e. murphy
Re: morning if...
very cool! On 3/26/07, phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: morning if... http://www.hevanet.com/solipsis/images/solvoet.gif
one day she was painted obbligato blue
friends scoffed neighbors blanched corporate stiffened light spread lover trespassed daughter blacked style shivered co-workers feigned godmother shouted manager starved stranger winked sheila e. murphy
are you a government, major?
land mass quivers when I tiptoe tall across it this is mine, you scrub for hidden mines for nothing sells like greed to smallest wannabes the look-see of sub-par miscast wealth acquirers *plays* it is that simple, ample and injurious. *if you were the director* whose chain would you yankee out the door whose hourglass would you tip whose rolex would you stow the truth is set in stamina it cools beneath untidy cloud cover and the clover underage absorbs the sparse sun rays and pillows shreds of depth distilled for now into mere flitters of perception sheila e. murphy
Re: Poor Yorick in lyrical landscape
gorgeous On 3/19/07, Peter Ciccariello [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Poor Yorick in lyrical landscapehttp://www.cgi7.com/peterimages/Poor-Yorick-in-lyrical-land.jpg -- Peter Ciccariello Image - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ Word - http://poemsfromprovidence.blogspot.com/ Photography - http://uncommonvision.blogspot.com/
passage
lit poIis thatched (I wait beneath my roof for you) sends cielo past the query (sunshine matters) mode to center (crimped) tagline of force (I want you) as transgression passes for (preponderance) the posse of aggrandisement (of) curtains state (watch signals down) as I am vouching for (the list, the least) this bread against our better (vespers trump matins every time) all happenstance by virtue of (batches of saviors sans savoir faire) corvairs and tundra (mercy glyphs) be my city (purplish) I will train to (gift translation) sheila e. murphy
Re: test message - janice maxwell
Looks like you're in - getting the message here. Sheila On 3/13/07, Janice Maxwell [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Hi, all - just making sure I'm really subscribed! JM -- Get Free 5GB Email – Check out spam free email with many cool features! Visit http://www.inbox.com/email to find out more!
two of us are here and working
this is the woodpile this is a picture of the building that we want this is our staple gun this is the floor plan this is our attitude (see page 4) this is our choice this is the distance between elbow 1 and elbow 4 this is our heart this is our one heart this is today this is tomorrow this is the short distance between sheila e. murphy
Re: _competition m.[d]body_ment_
Perfect! On 3/8/07, mez breeze [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: competition m.bodies the myth of freedom; -u r free 2 operate in an open market -u r free via demo.crazy .free 2 b smarter than ur neighbours .free 2 b as sarcastic + pseudo-liberal as u like .free 2 offer versions as fact .free 2 present jib[e]s as n.teraction #u r not free. #u r not non-controlled. #u r indoctrinated like the rest of us. u r: controlled enuff 2 b cultu[vi]r[tu]ally myopic controlled enuff 2 denigrate x.periential leanings controlled enuff 2 consider argument as tool controlled in2 viewing socratic method = free-form controlled enuff 2 perceive justifications as truth controlled enuff 2 state ur opinion as fact controlled enuff 2 offer hidden abuse as humor controlled enuff 2 consider history = static controlled enuff 2 subliminally feel urs is the rightonlyvalid way controlled enuff 2 assume a sense of beauty is universal controlled enuff 2 spout point scoring as x.change controlled enuff 2 declare arrogance = openess -- ...knottings.in.the.sm.all.of.my.cortical.b[h]ack: :http://netwurker.livejournal.com :http://aliasfrequencies.org/m/ :http://disapposable.blogspot.com/
five years ago today the loss
for as many days as I had known, there were magnetic eyes that noticed every surface of this earth, and there was tenderness, with generous reserve, a painting let us think, her voice was warm like that, her voice brought heaven to its hush, no matter where I was, the beam of light was there so tied that I could feel a center care for me and watch a silver sought, a feeling that pronounced with kindness, and with reverence each tone, as perfectly as any flower brought to life as I was brought to life and she as parallel would constantly forgive while understanding, she would be a perfect thought. sheila e. murphy 3 6 07
Re: Bennett Dalachinsky in NYC
Go, guys! Wish I could be there meself. I cannot wait to hear about both performances. Bravo!!! Sheila On 3/5/07, John M. Bennett [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: *JOHN M. BENNETT STEVE DALACHINSKY IN NEW YORK TWO SHOWS SHOWS TWO * *steve dalachinsky a rare new york appearance by john m. bennett (experimental and visual poet, archivist at ohio state university, founder-editor of luna bisonte prods and lost and found times historian ) in a special evening of poetry * *Thursday, March 15th @ 7 PM @ FUSION ARTS MUSEUM 57 Stanton Street ( near Eldridge ) DONATION * *__ * *SHaloM NewMan presents @ Pratt Institute - in Manhattan 144 w 14th street – 2ND floor auditorium Friday, March 16 @ 7 PM exhibit and readings featuring Steve Dalachinsky, John M. Bennett, Yuko Otomo, Jim Feast, thadeus rutkowski merry fortune caril weirzbecki hal sirowitz carl watson ron kolm richard kostelanetz* *tom savage joe maynard and many others… exhibit opening at 5 pm * __ Dr. John M. Bennett Curator, Avant Writing Collection Rare Books Manuscripts Library The Ohio State University Libraries 1858 Neil Av Mall Columbus, OH 43210 USA (614) 292-3029 [EMAIL PROTECTED] www.johnmbennett.net http://www.library.osu.edu/sites/rarebooks/avantwriting/ ___
she thought to have invented
she thought to have invented what she thought she knew, and ever since, the mantra she deformed would equal her decision to continue would abate the voicings she thought to have invented better voices might have made them gentler than she was in her past and present, constant life, although she had a story, and the story was an inclination she thought to have invented an inverted space would rectify her distance from it, as within the leitmotif were parrots very dutiful who said what she said they should say she thought to have invented an admission of another's guilt that she projected quite apart from her own self she kept in a compartment quite unlike the other little openings she thought to have invented sizing to accommodate a larger than conceivable true self would answer a mere modicum of need, for there was not a way to satisfy her need for adulation she thought to have invented robots who would grieve her getaway might address protracted needs to be adored even in death, only she felt beneath it all alone, and she would always be just so sheila e. murphy
Re: RIP Gene Frumkin (1928-2007)
Thank you, Hal, for posting this. Gene is a big part of life for so many of us, and his legacy is immeasurable. Gene's work continues to be a huge inspiration. His self-effacing manner is only a part of the wonderful commitment that Gene brought to life. I hope that people reading this post will find their way to any number of books by Gene, widely available, including FREUD BY OTHER MEANS. He will be missed greatly. Sheila On 2/26/07, Halvard Johnson [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Escalator The escalator is a dangerous enemy who could trip you one step at a time. This is how the mind works, synthesizing dream with substance. Or as Jung alternates with Freud. The substitution of ground for holiness claims voice as a reason for old tribes locating the sun as figures in the act, at the window. The future derives from sleep, evolves into gods and animals. This is a process that F. chilled into vintage prose. Jung warmed to the blooded world, not alone. The human collective describes the enormity of a single voice. How the minotaur poses like God in his mystical cellar. Yet F. too brings the good news that deciphers time in focus, traveled by a map, as if one could say there it is! now is as good as anywhere. Everything is abstract in its origin almost as if Plato believed in the verity of his good republic. The escalator goes flat by steps. It continues as breath does: two men in blue suits with vests. The moving sidewalk is no less. It slows into watchword, and if F. abhorred the occult, Jung compared sexuality in the psychic order to a hidden grammar, dogma on the harpsichord. Organized mystery, lens-defined hyperbole. A science rises from obsession, shaped like the Golem of Prague, but who remembers his song? Jung catches flies instead of fish. F. hangs his briefs on the line. The world is all alone, all there is to imitate. Time limps behind the escalator, F. stands with a stopwatch, Jung with a camera. Mind in slow motion, caught in breath. --Gene Frumkin fr. Freud by Other Means [Albuquerque: La Alameda Press, 2002] Hal Halvard Johnson [EMAIL PROTECTED] [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org
Hardship Comes in Supple Rows
You'll know it when you see stars and kindred soldiers, rain resistant and immune to coiled snakes sniffing glue-like cacti, exacting in their inbred capacity for sloughing off skin fitting like a reptile purse across the bones. Don't bother committing to memory, putting to rights this far cry from intelligence. One of the rafters will chastise one of the strangers in our midst. One of the elders will ransack honest moonglow for its origin, and the tables will be turned before they're iodized and full of sun. Sheila E. Murphy
virtuoso bird on mipo radio
http://miporadio.blogspot.com/2007/02/virtuoso-bird.html Hi, friends, I'm honored to share that Didi Menendez has included my first chap (1981) designed and published by David Chorlton's Brushfire Press, on mipo radio. Have a listen. Big thanks go out to Didi for all her wonderful work. You'll find many delights on this site! Sheila
When You Learn to Draw Be Sure to Draw Dark Lines
When you learn be sure to know exactly Where the lines occur, and to distinguish Lines from not lines, and to own The capability to say where lines are, When you learn to draw dark lines. And when you learn to draw, remind yourself That teaching is the same as learning To draw lines. You are the student of your teaching, and your lines Will be remembered after you. When you learn to draw and you are sure That you have drawn dark lines, look At the lines and ask why they are there. Know that you may reason with the lines, Infer what they have shown, and do not Fail to be immersed in just these lines. Already they will have transcended you. They will have encumbered your availability. They will have taken the attention Otherwise allotted to your being and replaced it For attention to themselves. Then be sure to learn that they no longer are your lines. That you have made them does not imply That these are lines that have to do with you. You are the way these lines arrived. They appear to hold where you have placed them, Those segments of the true lines, The lines that you have drawn, Not your lines. sheila e. murphy
after JMB (from me)
read eel ain't cussin' gristly free lunged (g)nattily much pleasing now tips over the lute's typical struts a cuspy smokefest douses rest with crossed hands whooping from bed to pathic happenstance nailing the treehouse shut again what living conks out in a squall and numb like hind p arts (still spawn buzzes seeping into sinks and hives while pandering to Hades) where the shadow is moping and shivering and soggy weeping brokebuilt misty with a belt gone fluck sheila e. murphy
as a rule I do not think what I come out and say
it is better to unbalance the disparity still too early to predict and not a good idea to be older than one's thoughts, the shallow hope is only thin enough to slip past the untested brackets around youth still overripening sheila e. murphy
concourse || recourse || third course
say rule in front of me then shrink from doltage mispronounce the feed lots in a frenzy warm your speculum my frosty friend contain false adages pit sun against the rune moon put into play contiguous short silver in a trance weigh what you mourn while leavings face themselves as dimly lit intentions crossing boundaries sheila e. murphy
Re: concourse || recourse || third course
Jim and Tom, you guys are way too good to me! Big thanks. Warm wishes and gratitude, Sheila On 2/16/07, Tom_ Lewis [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: I second Jim's praise, and append to his phrase -- holy shit shit -- reduplicated appreciations to all involved ... this makes it worth getting up in the morning. tl On Friday, February 16, 2007, at 12:18PM, Jim Piat [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Holy shit Sheila -- I think I'm in the presense of greatness -- your poems. Not that greatness is so great, but you know -- for lack of a better word. This is quite a little list you folks have put together -- the theory and writing movement. I love it's bold and contradictory defiance of definition --including this attempt. I think I will say everything -- with a bit of dash. - Original Message - From: Sheila Murphy To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU Sent: Friday, February 16, 2007 12:45 PM Subject: concourse || recourse || third course say rule in front of me then shrink from doltage mispronounce the feed lots in a frenzy warm your speculum my frosty friend contain false adages pit sun against the rune moon put into play contiguous short silver in a trance weigh what you mourn while leavings face themselves as dimly lit intentions crossing boundaries sheila e. murphy
seven or so
seven or two shoulders lapse into the winter afternoon stretching lakeside to the brim coast means untended distance breath to single no port daveno that I relax into again sheila e. murphy
Re: Let's Not (Do It Your Way Anymore)
:) On 2/15/07, Halvard Johnson [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: More of your Bush-bashing--eh, Sheila? Bring it on! Hal If Gladstone fell into the Thames, that would be a misfortune, and if someone pulled him out, that, I suppose, would be a calamity. --Benjamin Disraeli Halvard Johnson [EMAIL PROTECTED] [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org On Feb 15, 2007, at 12:12 PM, Sheila Murphy wrote: Let's undress this monument to endowed impocracy Let's poll the trucks and find out who lies behind our fate Let's Marge our way past second fiddle status Let's barber the doris in our maltese wake Let's individuate the strop Let's consume our viabilities at lunch break Let's compose our purity into a pile of chalk Let's lemonade the barracks past the brittle shacks Let's mourn our shoulders Let's quip among ourselves around impure insurgency Let's blot out quasi boots and make their leather to a man Let's erupt into a whiteout of the legions of anxiety Let's disinvite the clown who divvies up the good of the whole platter Let's reverse the charges back to mis-proclaimed divinity sheila e. murphy
Re: thought, finding form, rising
Very hauntingly beautiful, Peter, and a very intriguing piece all around. Thank you for posting the link to this. Your work consistently surprises and inspires. Sheila On 2/10/07, Peter Ciccariello [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: thought, finding form, risinghttp://www.cgi7.com/peterimages/thought.htm -- Peter Ciccariello http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
always there
always there exists temptation to make more than is really there thinking into versus out of the incepting text upon (against, atop) the page the chore there is deciphering hinged with the tendency to project into the few low lying letters a format in form present always and with others sheila e. murphy
Alan Sondheim and Gertrude Stein
Great combination! Happy birthday, Alan, my friend. I wish you many happy returns. You are GREAT! Warm wishes from the Southwest, Sheila E of Maricopa County
in mint condition, daylight
a reciprocal (low cal) morning shifts thought from skin reverting to and to four-poster plethoration of nudge points mounting from the night before and tulips butterflies gems all tender their projective cinching of the letterpress endowment in a budding cataract for now the nuisance value of free verse tempts tincture to the utmost op cit variations on them at ekphrasic sound by tesserae allowing self to wall (to wall) off pictures and become these little-more-than sprucings near the spring sheila e. murphy
she rehearsed her pleasantries until they felt cropped
I like to look at what I listen to I like the format of a syllable on face with light around ensuing sentences I like occasional mimesis I like to toy with possible harmonics even in America I like the thought of primacy recency I like serious intention juxtaposed with a spritz of glee I like sprung facts that seem flow to selves I like the occasional integer amid a smile I like maturation when it can silence modulation I like the nobility of what is untreated I like mention of the salt beside a stream I like indifference to float away sheila e. murphy
Re: she rehearsed her pleasantries until they felt cropped
Tom, you are so thoughtful to write and express your liking of this piece. Thanks much! Sheila On 1/31/07, Thomas savage [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: I like this poem very much. It reminds me a bit of the beginning of Joe Brainard's long poem I Remember in which each line begins I remember and is then followed with some memory. Thanks, Sheila. This is a good way to start the morning. Regards, Tom Savage *Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED]* wrote: I like to look at what I listen to I like the format of a syllable on face with light around ensuing sentences I like occasional mimesis I like to toy with possible harmonics even in America I like the thought of primacy recency I like serious intention juxtaposed with a spritz of glee I like sprung facts that seem flow to selves I like the occasional integer amid a smile I like maturation when it can silence modulation I like the nobility of what is untreated I like mention of the salt beside a stream I like indifference to float away sheila e. murphy -- Access over 1 million songs - Yahoo! Music Unlimited.http://pa.yahoo.com/*http://us.rd.yahoo.com/evt=36035/*http://music.yahoo.com/unlimited/
I Keep on Going Back to Make It Right
Each time, scars open, and the blood runs down. I look at each, decide to change what I can change. A frigid stare convinces me no hope is accurate, and yet within, there writhes an unbalanced, optimistic urge to fix what I can never fix. In the cycle that is real, projected happiness has no place within this fractious world. A perfectly unlikely dream appears like a mirage, and I am dying of thirst and toxic water at the same time. sheila e. murphy
Re: I Keep on Going Back to Make It Right
David thanks so very much - I'm honored! On 1/29/07, P!^VP 0!Z!^VP [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: http://anaugury.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-whatchya-getchya-wantchya -2t3y.html D^ P!^VP On 29-Jan-07, at 3:48 PM, Joel Weishaus wrote: Sheila: Surely you havean oracular voice, which is what we need, again. Best, Joel On 1/29/07, Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Each time, scars open, and the blood runs down. I look at each, decide to change what I can change. A frigid stare convinces me no hope is accurate, and yet within, therewrithes an unbalanced, optimistic urge to fix what I can never fix. In the cycle that is real, projectedhappiness has no place withinthis fractious world. A perfectly unlikelydreamappears like a mirage, and I am dying of thirst and toxic water at the same time. sheila e. murphy -- Image - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ Word - http://poemsfromprovidence.blogspot.com/ Photography -http://uncommonvision.blogspot.com/
rigor of a sort
has to spritz has to stall has to brother has to branch has to comfort has to stand has to blot has to prompt has to clench has to dry has to thatch has to front has to jump has to fast has to last has to cast has to sew has to breathe has to stem has to steam has to match has to view has to singe has to spin has to stork has to primp has to limp has to find has to fine has to line has to brim has to ham has to pluck sheila e. murphy
anyone near nyc - don't miss this!
* Winner of the Cafe Cino Award for Excellence in Off-Off-Broadway at the NY Innovative Theater Awards 2005 * American Theater Web: One of Top Three Musicals in Fringe NYC 2005 * Talkin Broadway: Outstanding New Musical - Summer 2005 Citations * *ONLY TWO MORE WEEKS to catch *The Death of Griffin Hunter!* *Backstage* calls *The Death of Griffin Hunter*: Fascinating...ambitious political thriller...an edgy kaleidoscope of brutality, humor, eroticism, romance, and philosophizing. *Time-Out NY *calls *The Death of Griffin Hunter: *absorbing and amusing...a gaudy political thriller [with] intricately sturdy plotting. And audiences are having a blast...so come on by! *The Death of Griffin Hunter* A play noir by Kirk Wood Bromley Directed by Howard Thoresen Sets by Jane Stein Lights by Jeff Nash Costumes by Karen Flood Production Mgt. by Ruthie Conde Stage Mgt. by Casey McLain 8 pm, Wednesdays - Saturdays, January 10 - February 3, 2007 At The Brick Theater, 575 Metropolitan Ave., Williamsburg, NYC Tickets are $18, but Wednesdays are Pay What You Will and Thursdays are 2 for 1! For reservations, information, and tickets go to www.inversetheater.org *The Death of Griffin Hunter* is the story of Griffin Hunter, the Secretary of Disarmament for the United Nations. When Hunter flies to San Francisco to sign a disarmament treaty with 90 nations, he is quickly embroiled into the crypto-psychotic grip of Vaad Sirat, an international weapons cartel that will stop at nothing to seduce Hunter to destroy himself and his vision for a better world. This thrilling play noir not only features 15 of the finest indie actors playing 40 sensational characters, an Iranian Tazi'ya play-within-the-play, and intricate and compelling plot twists, but it is a timely meditation on the complexities of peacemaking in a world where war means profit.
resume ecume
fault no b(r)other is encyclop after allega prompt glock faces self effacing rock rhyth deform inform induc way premised me the silk quilt proxy fraulein nemesis untoward no matter what what what sheila e. murphy
contrition pinks its way due north
quizzical inference spots the unframed daisies, dig? shelves boast life sans melody unless some children loll across the feathery kin meadows sparkling even wrinkled things, flinging their claims to dreamed eclat where sprinkles of dew revert to surface versus depth, unmimicking of stars center steadfast rhymes with lightly overcast as a midwestern lack of urgency condemns daylight to stasis that corrals imagination to conform with absence of itself in fall, midwinter, drawn kindred suffixes, as the answer to a prayer is more prayer from behind the countenance, as flavor mimes a wish sheila e. murphy
thanks for responses
Gentlemen, I appreciate what was spawned by this piece today! Sheila
he recommended she stop ordering
what seemed least safe was her insistence on new levels of detail he winced, to him the prickle of despair, almost contagious, when she -- all he heard was -- and the lateral intent -- encomium emerged in his wish -- erata spun -- still he would have hidden if -- and she for her part -- scarcity -- -- sheila e. murphy
Re: all of his indifference turned to her
wonderful - thank you, Thomas! On 1/19/07, Thomas savage [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: All of this indifference turns away. None of it even looks me in the eye. Everyday when I walk up or down the street Of my daily vagaries, my heart is breaking From the coldness of New York City humans Which defies the global warming so That even the unseasonable warming of our skies Cannot invite these people to respond To me, to each other, who are not their pets. *Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED]* wrote: all of his indifference turned to her and she, a shell, filled with what void he could afford, that she could barely hold or re(f)use, midway through the coup if it was that, e(r)go the summary included not a shred of judgment, and his candor flopped during the delivery, which exercise emitted revelation after revelation pointed else- where she could disassociate in fewer words than he sheila e. murphy -- Access over 1 million songs - Yahoo! Music Unlimited.http://pa.yahoo.com/*http://us.rd.yahoo.com/evt=36035/*http://music.yahoo.com/unlimited/
all of his indifference turned to her
all of his indifference turned to her and she, a shell, filled with what void he could afford, that she could barely hold or re(f)use, midway through the coup if it was that, e(r)go the summary included not a shred of judgment, and his candor flopped during the delivery, which exercise emitted revelation after revelation pointed else- where she could disassociate in fewer words than he sheila e. murphy
Re: all of his indifference turned to her
great! On 1/18/07, phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: m awl leopard, glabrous ivory medallions tied to the tracks the loco motive leanns a wry streets and avenous italion ate the hroin the motor cycle whic h it champion now led nose flea frawl lode liver 'rode' let us efface hech uther on the blood red whale you tied to the tracks UTHER PENDRAGON LOCOMOTIVE TRAIN CONDUCTOR!
many thankfuls are the habitat of I am present tense
many thankfuls are the habitat of I am present tense for Tim Scannell composite breakfront beaker qua replete with with with stowable p/ARTS glitter and stamping face face yes [squared] to hypothesis route this feel held field relished relishing return to all the posing stamps 4 cents 6 cents 1 cent 5 and fish oops birds the cutting is a generous extra polation palacing the white and looking forward one cannot help this gerund all across the place I'm thinking NOW AND ON THE HOUR sheila e. murphy
two men
two men one never knew when he should go home. others with grace allowed this inextricable and unwanted bond to fester. he looked less young that he had ever been. another wrote about a gradual release of mind replete with complication that would often challenge loved ones, now declaring he had not a breath of recollection of an enemy. that these two have never met is neither logical nor illogical. mere fact apart from linkage sounds like nothing unless someone decides to juxtapose the two and draw some hinge from scratch. one man will grow to be no other. and another will reach for life imposing his collection of broad understanding on an unsuspecting audience always ill-equipped to dream with reciprocity. sheila e. murphy
SPECIAL DOUBLE ISSUE OF SUGAR MULE: ANTHOLOGY OF COLLABORATIONS
SUGAR MULE is pleased and proud to announce a special *double issue #26*: *An Anthology of Collaborations, *guest edited by Sheila E. Murphy. Click on www.sugarmule.com and click on current issue to find a large and diverse gathering of textual collaborative writing. The issue, to be released as a print anthology in May, 2007, features an introduction by Murphy and work representing the following writers: ·Mary Rising Higgins and George Kalamaras ·Maria Damon and mIEKAL aND ·Natalie Basinski and Michael Basinski ·Robert Garlitz and Rupert Loydell ·John M. Bennett and Jim Leftwich ·John Crouse and Jim Leftwich ·Luke Kennard and Rupert M Loydell ·Dan Waber and Jennifer Hill-Kaucher ·J.S. Murnet ·Penn Kemp and Gloria Alvernaz Mulcahy ·Alan Halsey and Jesse Glass ·Nico Vassilakis and Geof Huth ·John M. Bennett and Geof Huth ·Bob Grumman and Geof Huth ·Geof Huth and Bob Grumman ·Nick Carbo and Eileen Tabios ·Eileen Tabios with David Baptiste-Chirot ·Vernon Frazer and Michelle Greenblatt ·John M. Bennett and K.S. Ernst ·Jim Leftwich and Jukka-Pekka Kervinen ·John M. Bennett and Stacey Allam ·Bob Brueckl and Jukka-Pekka Kervinen ·erica kaufman, Anny Ballardini and kari edwards ·Steve Dalachinsky and Jim Leftwich ·Scott Macleod, Jukka-Pekka Kervinen and Michelle Greenblatt - Scott Macleod and Jukka-Pekka Kervinen - Mark Young and Martin Edmond - Nico Vassilakis and Crystal Curry - Peter Ganick and Jukka-Pekka Kervinen - Bob Grumman and Geof Huth - Nico Vassilakis and Robert Mittenthal - John Crouse and Jukka-Pekka Kervinen - Michelle Greenblatt and Tom Taylor - Jim Leftwich and Andrew Topel - Susan McMaster and Penn Kemp - David Baratier and Sean Karns - Mackenzie Carignan and Scott Glassman - Frances Presley and Tilla Brading - Maria Damon, mIEKAL aND, jUStin!katKO - Tom Beckett and Thomas Fink
democracide
intractable dream inadmissible dream infraction dream apologetic dream inflamed dream residual dream confederate dream deposited dream white noise dream same shame dream long line dream calm poise dream sangfroid dream lightheaded dream wan blood dream stalled pose dream wide open dream prompt light dream irreligious dream obedient dream cloying dream recorded dream plotted dream inductive dream etcetera dream repository dream still pond dream clambake dream Mark pious dream upended dream shoddy muddled dream unimpressive dream rhetorical dream mud pack dream shimmering dream exonerated dream pock mark dream excited dream imposition dream wrapped up dream 12-tone dream rehearsed dream purseful dream stir crazy dream resting dream military dream oceanic dream crayon dream salt pepper dream seamed dream seeming dream stemmed dream stained dream sheila e. murphy
Re: 365/365, Jennifer
This is glorious, Dan, a beautiful way to conclude a tremendous series that I've loved and will continue to enjoy reading. An EARLY-ISH happy birthday to you. You do your age (and any age) proud. I'm broadcasting this message to the wryting list while sending my personal best wishes, also. BRAVISSIMO Sheila E On 1/11/07, Dan Waber [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Jennifer is the love of my life, the glue that holds all my toothpicks together, my bestest friend in the world, my green velvet beetle bird, my chipmunk zoo, my oh, my mine and more, always and all ways more. 40 words, 40 years 365 days, 365 people http://www.logolalia.com/40x365
Re: Geb e line // ignore the poco stutz
brilliant! On 1/9/07, phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: chukkabook (as in hoo!) chukkabook rabbit headed mesmerists dance in a chain around a tub an old woman thrashing there in deslon's fluid an android built by the members of S.A.P.I.E.N.C.E. whose five year mission now crumbles on the moon cheez-it jesu staring into vacuum robo-burros wandering tumped over near a pan-galactic scrubbing rock which is painted with an image of Franklin's garden at Passy the five trees the convulsant at the foot of number 4 instead of 5 crushing mesmerism but leaving a trace of -1 O negative one ye whose determination is the conduit of a groundling's wave raise up thy hand animal magnetism, dead, ridiculed not the theory but the testament or is it a mistake in the fluid. not unlike the Senecan grotesque who stands in the tub the Santayanan is which ponders what is this wet fish in a wondrous container? Why not be fluidists, if the frock is sharply tailored?
Re: My Best Times and Best Writing! At least I think so... :-(
Alan, you're knocking me out! Bellissimo, Sheila On 1/8/07, Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: My Best Times and Best Writing! At least I think so... :-( Sometimes supreme happiness comes my way as a fold or potential field opening up vast possibilities and new horizons. All these languages that grace my shelves! Fijian, Tahitian, Tibetan, Pali, Sanskrit, Romansch - the world blooms with new grammars, new structures for organizing the universe acoustically! Now I also play the erhu, some simple north- Saharan-like repetitive trance-songs - and harmonicas (I just read a poem which included a mouth-organ in The Ladies' Home Journal Treasury from 1956 - I've mentioned this book before, there's even a reproduction of a cover by Sargent! And the harmonic minor (C minor) harp from Lee Oskar is fantastic! I walk down the street making up Yiddish tunes as I go. And speaking of which - yes, on the short-wave, or upper middle-wave, around 1700, there's Rebs galore, what seems to be a Chassidic station in Yiddish and Hebrew - and the tunes are fantastic. I just installed a very old version of Final Cut Pro on my Mac Powerbook, and here it is, burning madly away, a new piece - it can take it's time, I have other machines, I'm rattling away on this new laptop which I need for my also new class in Beginning Filmmaking at Brown! This was through Leslie Thornton - the class emphasizes digital everything except the camera - in a way it's the phenomenology of film itself that's at stake! Here's a frame - what do you want to do with it? The Flower Ornament Sutra keeps my busy at night - and there are so many wonderful books here - Roberto Harrison's writings are nothing short of incredible, intense, abstracted, neuro-psychological, what does that mean?, slightly conceptualized, veering, always fascinating - and one can always go back to Kristeva's Language, The Unknown - how young she was then! - which reminds me of my continuous mourning-the-Alps and that never to be reproduced / revisited trip which produced probably fifteen or twenty hours of brilliant dance, video, soundwork, even just pacing the middle of the European continent, such as it is. And then that unforeseen trip to Rilke's grave in Raron - and the Duino, the Orpheus, the letters to Merline, and now Erich Heller's The Disinherited Mind, which I can always recommend as an old friend - here I am on the chapter about Nietzsche and Rilke! Not really a small world - I've been look for commentary - it just came along! Just as the wonderful O'Reilly book on Unicode - I mean really really wonderful! arrived after Sandy told me about it - I ordered a review copy - it's just the thing of course for codeworkers or anyone wanting to understand the potential of the graphemic universe transformed into universals given this-and-that tolerance class and an always already limited digital space! It's sitting right next to another review copy - this is PC Music, the easy guide, 3rd edition - and here I am on the Mac, making new video and audio, and on an old Mac! But this is what I found for the PC - something called the Taksi Desktop Video Recorder at Source Forge which promises great things, translating window into usable footage - as if video were still footage - one can imagine of course that 24 frames a second really implies these rectangles moving by us one by one - this is far from the truth now. It's all internal, it can be any way one wants! Unlike Badiou - and I have so much Badiou - and it reads like stringent iron, that truth that binds just about everything and then of course veers off into poetry and art - the French are like that - I think Kristeva's one of the best, not to mention M. Derrida. More and more I've been listening to disembodied voices on the shortwave - not the Net - which is so flat, so predictable - shortwave space - radio space - is deep space, the deepest space - you might or might not hear a signal - signals and stations come and go - static of all sorts intervenes - static itself is interesting - and listen to this! I picked up a numbers station a couple of nights ago - the same comforting female voice, Spanish numbers - even around the same place on the dial - about 6800 Mhz - that seems to be like a singles bar for spies - anyone can join in - the code's unbreakable of course, which just goes to show what one-to-one encryption can do - I mean both ends have the same code book - there's no structure, no rhyme or reason - you can't break a structureless code unless you've got the book or massive processing - and if the book's unique, even that - the processing - produces nothing. So you're listening to clear imperv- iousness. The other night, our cat got really sick - for the first time we sprayed for the larger cockroaches - I hate killing, but they were begin- ning to swarm - when they were injured, we put them outside, praying for their revival, karma, just elsewhere - anyway I think the cat caught something or other - not sure -
if you expect people to disappoint you, you will never be disappointed
populatio by its very overdose rescinds the act of sin just watch yourself not be satis-copa set ic (sic) in (despite the ruminative moment here no(w) sheila e. murphy
tapshoes are the mule of innovation
mid-window her high- lights shimmed. evocations very plural sparked micro-audio debate as though some whole tone had wiggled its way out of the incision where a person wedged it and matriculation held only a pale while under the faulty lamp kiss and the slim sporadic hence glow fathering some welding due at six or some such numeral one gives back to intended snow sheila e. murphy
Re: Ctrl+C
glorious piece - thank you both, sheila e On 12/27/06, Peter Ciccariello [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Ctrl+C http://www.cgi7.com/peterimages/control.htm A collaborative image poem - mez ciccariello
Re: Sailboat
Absolutely beautiful, William. I love this piece. sheila On 12/17/06, William Bain [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Sailboat All morning with subliminality trying to bring you back. I live on an island called Barceloneta, circumvallated on two sides by sea. What in the world do you think I can do about it if a single white boat, sail down and tied, glides across the water off Barcelona beach past the red-and-white dump truck with its bed raised, past the yellow claw tractor resting its teeth on the newly dumped rock, and just keeps moving the way motored craft move toward port at five o'clock in the afternoon when you are somewhere else, maybe even in Madrid? William Bain __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
does perpetuity have gender
cordial flecks of prior speech endow our silver with respite-shaped impediment. would you like to buy a pilgrimage? stay smart and it will get you noblesse oblige. I mean it. crispen your puttering. it's going to amount to much of the discourse. ramp up your shoulder blades in time for the parade. or, better yet, be vigilant. stop snoring in your airline sort of way. brim with quasi-captions until maintenance shows up with a pitchfork and asks questions. when you think of rowing, think less of the boat. cramps remain indicative of excess, even someone else's. I promise you: someone will pay for zither music, even someone without money and sans faculty of hearing. plump is one thing. blimped or sticklike based upon that phantom DNA. sheila e. murphy
Re: I See a Spider in the Hallway
Thanks, Alan! :) On 12/11/06, Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Put this to music! Or someone, please put this to music! - Alan On Mon, 11 Dec 2006, Sheila Murphy wrote: I See a Spider in the Hallway I see a speed reader in the hallway I hear the sprawl of lieder in the hallway I like your verses in a small way I feel the Senate gasping for breath in the hallway I smell the snow brushing the window in a small way I touch the venetian blinds just past the hallway I taste the meals of Venice in a small way I know the margins of the mall way past divinity I find the route not advertised the Frost way I note a tone of keenness in your hallway I embellish truth in a small way I respect all life forms in a big way I see a spider in the hallway sheila e. murphy Check Work on YouTube. Check out blog http://nikuko.blogspot.com as well. Work directory at http://www.asondheim.org . Email: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Check Alan Sondheim on Google. For theoretical and other work, check the WVU Zwiki and http://clc.as.wvu.edu:8080/clc/Members/sondheim . Check Alan Sondheim on Google. Phone 718-813-3285. Write for information on books, dvds, cds, performance, etc.
Re: Gestalgarades, Tollerably Well All Day, but the Noise in the Attic Unremoved, or Moving.
Zounds! This is wonderful!! Sheila On 12/8/06, phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: boscage, BRIMOS/ favor ㍨ _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* flavors a wish- bone dash to crack in a symmetric wash ing gnash ㍨ _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* cuple fie cuple~fore th' tin grist's grith-stool haunt ㍨ _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* pabble pabble lo d'un genre dont ㍨ _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* le nom est emprunté ㍨ _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* au mot le nom les mit au monde ㍨ _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* in air of gallant cello bond the leitmotiv of the campaign (it's jest play..) ㍨ _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* was a busy Polynesian husky? Bromios, you cad! TS SAID (nack-nack-nack-nack-nack-nack-naciciciciciijijij the perfect wife of auchtermuchty ㍨ _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* kissing sing the bull-voiced mimes our sad dream is ㍨ _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* plaster ㍨ _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* folded fall foals th' 'fol et folle' of loveswim fools ㍨ _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* men wist in thilk time known so faire a wight as she was stone and dead kin kind ㍨ _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* a heart explode in twisted revelrishi bade ㍨ _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* OMADIUS MY HEART inferned in tyrannic rituel une ritournelle un chahut de force assez brutale ㍨ _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* WON ㍨ _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* the still flock storking in the attic ㍨ _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* ribbon slithering through the shawm of knees and braid these head-pegs vielleicht allée ㍨ _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* and to foopfooptub i stink the monster of Dr. Onions and doom seems brighter than the secret
Re: if I am going to answer it is going to be now
Thank you very much, Obododimma! I appreciate your kind words. Sheila On 12/8/06, Obododimma Oha [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: *Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED]* wrote: ... what hurt will keep on hurting until it's named. Great lines, Sheila. Quite philosophical. Would have to explore the sense further, and wryte back. Obododimma. *** Obododimma Oha* *PhD (Stylistics/War Rhetoric)* *MSc (Legal, Criminological, Security Psychology)* *Senior Lecturer in Stylistics, Semiotics, Discourse Analysis Department of English, **University of Ibadan* ** *Fellow, Centre for Peace Conflict Studies* *University of Ibadan, NIGERIA* __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
By Now / As Yet
By Now / As Yet One adjusts to loss, while one condones the symmetry, the air with dry to meet, as yet a norm. The hype of forth. And some of us and some of it. Appreciation happens whitely. Deep love comprised without the long hop. Work demeans fulfillment. All that we could ever. Her coincident compliance longs for. Brimming. Summa cum. *Laudate.* Crumbs under the scope. Surrender to *worked through*. As commingled and then lingering. The breezes are a comfort yes and yet. I look at her and she is. This is where I think. And this is where I pray the dream. Sheila E. Murphy
if I am going to answer it is going to be now
is that your card I'm carrying? wince is what I used to do. feel less than remember what I felt. causality refrains from hiding in correlation. or is it the reverse? blend with me, he said, as if that were the same as making love. or identical to having made love once. the future belongs to longing as the past did. and the present is a ricercar. such inventions require multiples, and will remain distinct from solo acts. I made a pact, and it was with myself. I said that I would never live adjacent to his cruelty. and I never have. pronunciation includes nun. and shun. what hurt will keep on hurting until it's named. until I live as far away thus independent from the source. the source of pleasure is inventing out of circumstance what prevented its existence once. sheila e. murphy Need a quick answer? Get one in minutes from people who know. Ask your question on www.Answers.yahoo.com
if I am to answer it is going to be now
is that your card I'm carrying? wince is what I used to do. feel less than remember what I felt. causality refrains from hiding in correlation. or is it the reverse? blend with me, he said, as if that were the same as making love. or identical to having made love once. the future belongs to longing as the past did. and the present is a ricercar. such inventions require multiples, and will remain distinct from solo acts. I made a pact, and it was with myself. I said that I would never live adjacent to his cruelty. and I never have. pronunciation includes nun. and shun. what hurt will keep on hurting until it's named. until I live as far away thus independent from the source. the source of pleasure is inventing out of circumstance what prevented its existence once. sheila e. murphy
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Re: Kari Edwards
Deeply shocked and sad. I had no idea whether Kari had been ill. We were in touch just days ago. Thank you for telling us this tragic news. Sheila Joel Weishaus [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Alan: I'm very sorry to hear of Kari's passing. This is a loss to us all. -Joel - Original Message - From: Alan Sondheim To: Sent: Sunday, December 03, 2006 11:29 AM Subject: Kari Edwards Kari Edwards, a brilliant and edgy writer, died this afternoon of cardiac arrest. I'm sorry to convey the news to those of you who might know her or her work. love Alan - Check out the all-new Yahoo! Mail beta - Fire up a more powerful email and get things done faster.
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weathervanepoints northwindowfaces even the thin trees forming noticeable lines across the glassa child wearing mittens stops Iwatchthroughthe lower left hand corner of the window until she starts to walk again sheila e. murphy
my experience is a valid miles-per-hour (stet)
promise you'll promiscuous the herald angels in my free time zeal encumbers why-not interrupt because because. I know techniques for deselection. I know also techniques for misappropriation. I know techniques for wall flowering the premises. do you know that I was premature and now I'm immature. these invisible eyelids made a case for incubation and I closed them. I am restricted by my choice. the voice of homonyms finds us indebted to these other mongers. vantage points to costume party lexicons. in truth the volleys make their way to iceland. is this iceland the economy of. her reeds comprised the problem the real problem not her breath. I sat there playing my heart out with the other third of a heart there was this gap that sounded louder than we two. now what. now that you are technically mine. now that I am in a frenzy. now that work is real worth. now that I have iced the pentax. now that you are reasonably mine. now that the endowment has been parched a long time. define. in the mood equals the sandbag hemp and curvature containing almost something sweet finis. that's where you'll find me underneath the seeds. in timesheila e. murphy
where he lives it is so quiet possibly he asks me is it ever louder where you are
staves to fill, staves to filter whole tonesis voice text? he says he wants a symbol to be conversation and in conversation to have something.somethingto have had, so quiet it is midnight in impromptu worlds we relegate to outside thinking.what is there to talk about when norms have curvature and blame?he offershistory I too offerrecency. there is the choice ofsoft or crimson bed night.if I go to learn alone will I have learned? and if I offer to absorb will there be learning still?too much of life, conforming to an abstract kindness, as though shelter were the same small thing as that.that likeness of a shoulder, soft and softer still. the brilliance of allowing just some things to seem the same, andmaybe opening a world made up of silence.sheila e. murphy
Don't Miss This Exhibition
Hey, folks, I was treated to a wonderful exhibition of Cecil Touchon's work tonight at the Marshall Gallery in Scottsdale (see link below). I also had a lovely visit with Cecil himself. Bravo, Cecil! Come one, come all, to see this great work at the Marshall Gallery.Sheila http://marshallartsgallery.com/
Re: let's schedule a friendship
Janine, it is very thoughtful of you to comment on this piece. I appreciate it. SheilaJanine Hoek [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Again, I have returned to this piece. So tender. With thanks.- Original Message - From: Sheila Murphy To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU Sent: Wednesday, September 20, 2006 9:12 PM Subject: let's schedule a friendshiplet's absent our souls from punctuation let's unvarnish work let's be driven softly to the show let's do laps around pernicious attitudes let's disposed of antique chapstick let's not kiss let's listen to the point click of the saplings let's record our faith in shadows let's intoxicate the line dance close to pristine earth let's refuseto own division problems let's love facts let's infatuate the airwaves spawning constant heirlooms let's unwince when perfect mockingbirds locate their perfect missing melodiessheila e. murphy
sequence 10-03(06)
sand, not frost affords a gramof inference once soft-spoken relevanceor flower pure reverting to amendssummarily in torsion one lapses anddeflates full indignation while the rinseexceeds elapsed light of inquietude once sheila e. murphy
passage
all the little offices alight withinterrupted darkness once and once and sheila e. murphy
Re: passage
What a lovely thought. Thank you, m.mIEKAL aND [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: who was the sculptor who removed everything that didn't look like the sculpture that was how his pieces would manifest? I imagine there is a big pile of words on the floor which were discarded when you made this poem.~mIEKALOn Oct 4, 2006, at 2:02 AM, Sheila Murphy wrote: all the little offices alight with interrupted darkness once and once and sheila e. murphy
Re: textuality
I enjoy reading where this goes. Janine, the poem is a fine one, and William's response, welcome and interesting, as is the comment back. Thank you both, SheilaJanine Hoek [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Hello, William Thank you very much for your commentary. This is new for me - putting work to an unknown readership first. Interesting you pull out those lines as they were added last. The reason I thought them relevant, is to show the possibility of a pancultural/pancontinental relationship of two women's work to each other:Goosen (South Africa) and Brossard (Canada). Regards,Janine- Original Message - From: William Bain To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU Sent: Wednesday, October 04, 2006 9:50 AM Subject: Re: textuality Hi Janine - Just wanted to say I like the overall effect sound. And I like the way it's set out on the page. The only thing I'd question (after only three readings) is the lines As if my desk the ocean carrying continents I look forward to reading more,Best wishes, WilliamJanine Hoek [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Textuality WhenI say, I am reading Jeanne GoosenWhen I say, I read (her) in mouthfulsWhen I lie Goosen and Brossard (Nicole and Jeanne)Alongside each otherAs if my desk the ocean carrying continentsOr They s l i p one ontopof anotherIt is ALWAYS with the hope In the morningFor a new textJH How low will we go? Check out Yahoo! Messengers low PC-to-Phone call rates.
Re: 2 experimentals
keep 'em coming, William. I want to know more about the changing anchor entity. Looking forward, sheilaWilliam Bain [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Your feedback welcome, of course. SonnetIt is not specified why the house is now a ship, a liner, yet sailed by lubbersby us. The dam-age is severe, so the crew laughs merrily. The hopelessly matted barrel, the jammed plunger no amount of en aitch three will clear it. Signs of clouds in the sea make the dream real. It is all water. No two dreams fully match.Spinner0 | | | | | good | | | | | bad | | | | | evil | | | | | 0 ... Cheers, WilliamGet your own web address for just $1.99/1st yr. We'll help. Yahoo! Small Business.
Re: Sitting in My New Chair
thanks Peter and Alan!!!Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: On Thu, 28 Sep 2006, Peter Ciccariello wrote: Quick note to tell you how much I enjoyed this one, reminding me of my father, in Jimmy Durante's voice, wishing us kids a good night. - Peter On 9/25/06, Sheila Murphy <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>wrote: Life is complicatedly good. I answer the phone "bueno." After the crash, I came back as a saint. Since then, it has remained a sin to want me. Good lifetime, Mrs. Calabash. wherever you are... sheila e. murphy -- Image - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ Word -http://poemsfromprovidence.blogspot.com/ Photography -http://uncommonvision.blogspot.com/blog at http://nikuko.blogspot.com - for URLs, DVDs, CDs, books/etc. seehttp://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt - contact [EMAIL PROTECTED], -general directory of work: http://www.asondheim.orgTrace at: http://tracearchive.ntu.ac.uk - search "Alan Sondheim"http://clc.as.wvu.edu:8080/clc/Members/sondheim
Sitting in My New Chair
Life is complicatedly good. I answer the phone "bueno." After the crash, I came back as a saint. Since then, it has remained a sin to want me. Good lifetime, Mrs. Calabash.sheila e. murphy
The Poem of I-Don't-Like-You
Big full-of-the-love heart b(ull)rushes up against the bully heart and then what? Coaches on the side past, present and to come exclaim beatitudes on steroids, trying to get a rise, it's called, out of the hurt heart. "Tell her to _ (let's call it "collapse") herself." "Tell her to off herself." "Tell her she couldn't become interesting if she had everymorself ofher routine body replaced." "Tell her she will always be a drudge machine nobody loves."Big full-of-the-hurt heart disappoints the coaches and drowns pills for years instead. Big full-of-fatigue heartturns drip-dry with sadness in the sun. Big full-of-admiration heart seeks to agekindly without kiss thirst, whileout on the the surrounding lawn it always rainssans prompt, and roller-coaster thought continues making marks on the experiential sky. Big full-of-self-infliced-hurt heart fevers into sleep.Big full-of-the-insanity-clause heart decides it's never easy not to die, Havingonce died, and come back as a saint. Big full-of-the-acclaimed heart offers crisis as proof of breath. Big full heart finds a light to watch and watches. Big heart tries to self sustain where there are other hearts. Big heart pieces together versions of the recent history as if to make it early. Big heart ceases to be large enough, asas towedge into the tiny size allowed by itsuntenable surroundings. sheila e. murphy
Re: The Poem of I-Don't-Like-You
Extraordinary post, dear Lanny, and I'm infinitely grateful. Sheilaphanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: the angstrom is an A with a halo.i tend to associate the a with turbulence and the A with both the short circuit and the band-pass filter, if not the pen-nib."Your emotions make you a monster." is the chorus to a Dead Kennedys song.One of my favorite booksmust always be_Dangerous Women_ by Victoria Cass. There is a good chapter on ancient Chinese Hermit Lady poets called Recluses and Malcontents. Here is a poem by the famous female recluse of the Ming Dynasty Lu Qingzi:On Dwelling In IdlenessI close my gate. I rely on suiting myself. In the little alley creepers and grass are grown deep. The color of the willow makes the spring birds call. The play of light on the waves grows tranquil in the evening shadow. The fallen petals blanket the covered ground. The high clouds grow still over the nearby grove. If you ask the purpose of the dark (you) house; There is but the plain zither as the end of the bed.==My Aunt Hazel died alone in Phoenix. I would sit with her sometimes while she knitted on an afghan and baked bread, and she would talk about Arkansas, the woods and the ticks. I got the feeling she didnt like it very much.yours Lanny - Original Message - From: Sheila Murphy To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU Sent: Thursday, September 21, 2006 8:38 AM Subject: The Poem of I-Don't-Like-YouBig full-of-the-love heart b(ull)rushes up against the bully heart and then what? Coaches on the side past, present and to come exclaim beatitudes on steroids, trying to get a rise, it's called, out of the hurt heart. "Tell her to _ (let's call it "collapse") herself." "Tell her to off herself." "Tell her she couldn't become interesting if she had everymorself ofher routine body replaced." "Tell her she will always be a drudge machine nobody loves."Big full-of-the-hurt heart disappoints the coaches and drowns pills for years instead. Big full-of-fatigue heartturns drip-dry with sadness in the sun. Big full-of-admiration heart seeks to agekindly without kiss thirst, whileout on the the surrounding lawn it always rainssans prompt, and roller-coaster thought continues making marks on the experiential sky. Big full-of-self-infliced-hurt heart fevers into sleep.Big full-of-the-insanity-clause heart decides it's never easy not to die, Havingonce died, and come back as a saint. Big full-of-the-acclaimed heart offers crisis as proof of breath. Big full heart finds a light to watch and watches. Big heart tries to self sustain where there are other hearts. Big heart pieces together versions of the recent history as if to make it early. Big heart ceases to be large enough, asas towedge into the tiny size allowed by itsuntenable surroundings. sheila e. murphy
let's schedule a friendship
let's absent our souls from punctuation let's unvarnish work let's be driven softly to the show let's do laps around pernicious attitudes let's disposed of antique chapstick let's not kiss let's listen to the point click of the saplings let's record our faith in shadows let's intoxicate the line dance close to pristine earth let's refuseto own division problems let's love facts let's infatuate the airwaves spawning constant heirlooms let's unwince when perfect mockingbirds locate their perfect missing melodiessheila e. murphy
I am your adjoining consecration
whenit is time to roam toward sleep, one pencils in an attitude (not once have I begun to mourn in future tensehalf out of alignment with whatever was supposed (in a splintered derivation of replenishing I form the nextnowheld up to light into an afternoon (only supposing yours is the colonial impasse of worn feathersmade whole of an indifference perhaps time and a half (plebians count themselves into an ether that they ache to subdividethe hourto close the light according to the idiom (at last unexpected as peace always is you will safen me and my endowments (typified by peacetimeI haveheld youhistory has gently meted out (my sound cave in which hurt is relieved this small rectangle ofus on the boat when we were there (you looked into the face of the photographer with such lovetogether impolitely toggling on and off our shared picture of the new world (requiring nothing more than our agreement balancing mid-breeze sheila e. murphy
Re: I am your adjoining consecration
Who, my dear LQ, could have said this better than YOU? :)Gracias from a few paces north of the border! Sheila Ephanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:this one feels like being pinned down by a masked mexican wrestler then told the deepest secret of ikebana mexican ikebana..nice one sheila. lq - Original Message - From: Sheila Murphy To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU Sent: Wednesday, September 20, 2006 5:32 PM Subject: I am your adjoining consecrationwhenit is time to roam toward sleep, one pencils in an attitude (not once have I begun to mourn in future tensehalf out of alignment with whatever was supposed (in a splintered derivation of replenishing I form the nextnowheld up to light into an afternoon (only supposing yours is the colonial impasse of worn feathersmade whole of an indifference perhaps time and a half (plebians count themselves into an ether that they ache to subdividethe hourto close the light according to the idiom (at last unexpected as peace always isyou will safen me and my endowments (typified by peacetimeI haveheld youhistory has gently meted out (my sound cave in which hurt is relieved this small rectangle ofus on the boat when we were there (you looked into the face of the photographer with such lovetogether impolitely toggling on and off our shared picture of the new world (requiring nothing more than our agreement balancing mid-breeze sheila e. murphy
pajama parity
here's a calc- I made meself, says seven plus seven equals do-what-you-want-with-it-my-eyes-are-closed. (I've lost the urge to ratify.)get going onan earthen dowry. start gripping algorithmic trash. the tuppence one is worth two of the same unless we're splitting hairs again.my heirs are truant from the mix. have you been harboring resentment in accord with thispresentiment that loneliness can save the allocation near the ocean of dispatch?over time, the pace is ratcheted up phone poles and other relics. the spelling bee attracts concelebrantsfrommultiple denominations, eachproceeding on faith alone.sheila e. murphy
