Re: this day, mid-may
night and day I live the reverse of work prematurely retired and happy now all is poetry should I complain? Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: 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 - Got a little couch potato? Check out fun summer activities for kids.
Re: Sugar Rugs
You may have said But he or she sang Lay me a pallet on your floor. The door is open. No bread required. John M. Bennett [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Sugar said the floating bush your said the rotting cage your said the drainage rent your said the funnel rape your said the jumping tent your said the tamer stink your said the fulsome shore your said the toppled gnat your said the stunning net your said the sooner bread your said the trashy gun your said the pillow shot your said the cottage sneeze your said the clotted snake your said the Rugs the bread the bread shape bread caw the cast knot bread rifle the rape gushing the game bread nodder the pallet the plop bread et the bull bread droplet the name bread junker the roll bread bread nickel the bunch bread soaker the dim bread the shopping bread joker the dam bread sample the not numb bread stroller the age bread dip the doom bread shaming brawl bread dumpster the ouch bread toilet the belt bread drummer the John M. Bennett __ 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/ ___ - Building a website is a piece of cake. Yahoo! Small Business gives you all the tools to get online.
Re: Today's New York Times Compiled
We wanted to see for ourselves The Taliban's second topmost man Get his desserts and die In a desert. Today or tomorrow, Both we and he got it. But late is okay. The Bamiyan Buddhas laugh. Bob Marcacci [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: smugglers insurgents and corrupt officials tolerant gun gay revamped dominating this region square tepid maturity forceful evangelization hugs Barry Bonds hands-on how much fresher the force outweighed myth-making gleaming who named all living things purge compass pose in a pro-immigrant march we wanted to see ourselves -- Bob Marcacci - Got a little couch potato? Check out fun summer activities for kids.
Re: More fine wreckage
Don't fall through the cracks in their games. John M. Bennett [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Date: Tue, 15 May 2007 10:04:05 -0500 From: andrew topel [EMAIL PROTECTED] X-Originating-IP: [64.6.6.13] X-Sender: [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] X-Originating-Email: [EMAIL PROTECTED] X-Bayes-Prob: 0.5000 (Score 0) X-Spam-Score: 1.80 (*) [Hold at 10.00] MISSING_SUBJECT,MSGID_FROM_MTA_HEADER,PORN_RP_LICKING X-CanItPRO-Stream: bennett.23 X-Canit-Stats-ID: 306149570 - 8f572f5391ac X-Scanned-By: CanIt (www . roaringpenguin . com) on 128.146.216.129 Original-recipient: rfc822;[EMAIL PROTECTED] X-OriginalArrivalTime: 15 May 2007 15:04:06.0382 (UTC) FILETIME=[486780E0:01C79702] Mate teaM buy the clicker fan or yub it licking naf buy the inner sum or yub it thinner mus buy the drang phone or yub it ranging enohp buy the clot knack or yub it talking kcank buy the dot said or yub it clotter dias buy the mute spoon or yub it tummy noops buy the run gland or yub it gunny dnalg buy the towel gasp or yub it foul psag buy the knot lent or yub it clot tnel buy the bun nap or yub it sun pan buy the fence blood or yub it rinse doolb buy the stunt curtain or yub it grunt niatruc buy the nape ladder or yub it cape reddal the stone buy the crater or phone yub it later or Kcarc kaerC -Special for Dan Breen floss yr crack smoke yr crack nab yr crack name yr crack goop yr crack dob yr crack half yr crack jab yr crack cone yr crack bitch yr crack bung yr crack hob yr crack crawl yr crack ham crack yr creak yr self creak yr choke creak yr grab creak yr game creak yr hoop creak yr cob creak yr laugh creak yr cab creak yr bone creak yr stitch creak yr tongue creak yr bog creak yr hall dam yr creak John M. Bennett wrecked by android model 2 0 0 7 topel _ PC Magazines 2007 editors choice for best Web mailaward-winning Windows Live Hotmail. http://imagine-windowslive.com/hotmail/?locale=en-usocid=TXT_TAGHM_migration_HM_mini_pcmag_0507 -- BEGIN-ANTISPAM-VOTING-LINKS -- Teach CanIt if this mail (ID 306149570) is spam: Spam:https://antispam.osu.edu/b.php?c=si=306149570m=8f572f5391ac Not spam:https://antispam.osu.edu/b.php?c=ni=306149570m=8f572f5391ac Forget vote: https://antispam.osu.edu/b.php?c=fi=306149570m=8f572f5391ac -- END-ANTISPAM-VOTING-LINKS __ 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/ ___ - Get the Yahoo! toolbar and be alerted to new email wherever you're surfing.
Re: earth has this habit of keeping happening
As long as there are no objections From our other planets, we continue. So far, other suns and universes Have yet to be consulted. Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: 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 - Food fight? Enjoy some healthy debate in the Yahoo! Answers Food Drink QA.
Re: Ekpo
Hi. I like this poem a lot. One line reminded me of the sculptures of Louise Nevelson, currently on view at the Jewish Museum in New York City. Some of her dreams of carved wood are truly unique and always interesting. I was wondering if you'd ever heard of her, Mr. Oha. Regards, Tom Savage Obododimma Oha [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:Ekpo Wild body, Soot mud smells A stain stays the road Wild body Wild speech And untiring chase Unam ikot! the howling fear the toothed conquest always eats this foliage text He the 'he' walks tall into a dream of carved wood The mime the mystery around market marked shrinehouse long after the tiny bell has found the distance --- Obododimma Oha ** 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 - We won't tell. Get more on shows you hate to love (and love to hate): Yahoo! TV's Guilty Pleasures list. - Pinpoint customers who are looking for what you sell.
Re: War on terror
The war on error was here Before the war on terror. Neither have beeen won, Oh no! Tom Savage 5/11/07 Halvard Johnson [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: ??lt;/DIV ? WAR TERROR Hal America loves a successful sociopath. --Gary Indiana Halvard Johnson [EMAIL PROTECTED] [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard http://entropyandme.blogspot.com?lt;/DIV http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org - Get the Yahoo! toolbar and be alerted to new email wherever you're surfing.
Re: Today's New York Times Compiled
Frustration is unlimited. The future doesn't exist. Whether you're a diva Or a supernova, You'll never find it. So don't cry. Bye bye. Bob Marcacci [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: attach pacts on a 221-to-205 vote the painkiller misled real casual here now a museum on a deeded fractional basis accidents involving objects in a wild scramble about religion and abortion surge imbalance portrayals of sex and violence rose future in question haunted by rape allegations further underachievers in strange intimate locales undergoing renaissances almost exhaustingly frustration is limited in its ideas and techniques bad characters taking its predictable plot a disastrous miscalculation a large supernova of the very atomic stuff granular without finding themselves hampered in misconduct -- Bob Marcacci - Be a better Heartthrob. Get better relationship answers from someone who knows. Yahoo! Answers - Check it out.
Re: Yours Roy
Classical Vocal Recital Don't crimp his hand Or the singer may fall on the rug. John M. Bennett [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Yours blend your dung the flame your case the melt your hall the blast your sham the gum your hump the ash your gall the knot your shoe the dam your gash the net your dust the fell your hole the bend your mute the mist your bum the plot your plaid the plod your crap the bash your note the nude your off the plunge Roy my meet crimp the hand shadow the nut my my knotting the foul my the ton my singer the rug shirt my gust the roof my fake clung my drip the seat my grunt the the smell my fawn the shot my dent the my net the nostril my clod the house my rant jewel the float my jump the rack my note the pool __ 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/ ___ - We won't tell. Get more on shows you hate to love (and love to hate): Yahoo! TV's Guilty Pleasures list.
Re: Clink sob, Speech crouch, attic tongue, Drools, Sky spout, Arf-arf fog
Hello again, Hal. This nongourmet accepts that there are a lot of dishes I will never taste. I am content with this, however. Once I tasted venison. It seemed sickeningly sweet. Why I remember this after forty years I don't know. But there it is or was. Regards, Tom Savage Halvard Johnson [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Yummy! You don't know what you've missed, Tom. Tastes a lot like chicken. But watch out for tiny bits of buckshot. Those can do a job on your teeth. Hal I have the feeling that we are getting nowhere, and that is a pleasure. --John Cage Halvard Johnson [EMAIL PROTECTED] [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org On May 9, 2007, at 10:08 AM, Thomas savage wrote: I've never killed or even eaten a rabbit in my life, Hal. Halvard Johnson [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Hare-splitter! Hal The name Stanley Kunitz is already taken. Please take a new one. Halvard Johnson [EMAIL PROTECTED] [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org On May 9, 2007, at 9:48 AM, Thomas savage wrote: Anybody's who has ever been in a monsoon knows that monsoons don't fart. [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Clink sob Shrugged, nope, rack knot sough, musty knockers, thick cockpit, bone stabbing, stunned teeth... _ Speech crouch, attic tongue Slathered ass, snorkled pock, sliver bluffed wading, sock voice, morn sea spouts, purging thorn slackers, nape gleaming trunk, limp moss holler, tear chin, nappy flame nightly, clack sucks gummy, skin worm, monsoon fart swirls, slurps lube criminy, burnoose din spots, bulge sludge lubber, sprawled stinks splice, nails slut mane, slug traipsed cob... ___ Drools Chunks glue, faucet scissors, throat smoking stag, vanishing blubber, corn stalk roots, flu motes, lip's mud, tasty crawl impaled, down away blazes, coveted dovecote splash, lash slumped offal, slope face spray, plying, beaking song, bark light swelled, each dimwit pond purged, bun round shore, lump thigh snoozing, clippered leakage, wispy spam, slab seeping, slung less surf... __ Sky spout Clangor shorn, dusty pore, naked wavers, cheek ladder meadow, dropped tongue nose, streams knotted lace... ___ Arf-arf fog Log slime dent, each still swig, lethal gnat, fog eye, seesaw cluster, neck nap, meatly crack, clumps flopping, clumsy eating, dump throat, obfuscation gleam, colostomy clump tumbles, slack shitty frost, mustard sopping, notch snooze, armpit inhibition, drippy nagging, sleep maw, flaccid butt ticks, moon rump, cream peeling spore... --Bob Of brueckL (all words from John M. Bennett poems) - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check out new cars at Yahoo! Autos. - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check out new cars at Yahoo! Autos. - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check outnew cars at Yahoo! Autos.
Re: m'labme
Lakme takes you off your world. Her operatic labia translates into bells. No avatars need apply named Yahweh Ben Yahweh Who devoured more than cylinders. When taken in accidentally, Spit him out immediately. Don't wear his robes, either To the next obituary poetry reading You attend. Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: m'labme : i am your pole punctum avatar : take me off your world : i devour cylinder of dream world : no top or bottom : pathetic : balm, embalm http://www.asondheim.org/embalm6.jpg doctored in relation to http://www.asondheim.org/embalm1.jpg http://www.asondheim.org/embalm2.jpg http://www.asondheim.org/embalm3.jpg http://www.asondheim.org/embalm4.jpg http://www.asondheim.org/embalm5.jpg - Now that's room service! Choose from over 150,000 hotels in 45,000 destinations on Yahoo! Travel to find your fit.
Re: embalm
For the embalmed, I go to Madame Tussaud, Proprietor of the most alive-looking people on 42nd St. No avatars around, fortunately or unfortunately, Although the most silent Dalai Lama ever seen Can be found there. Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: embalm i am dead and avatar mourns you don't see avatar in these images you see what avatar sees you know what avatar knows avatar does not taste what you taste that soft feeling in the back of your throat harshness of vocal cords muffled cries of the embalmed http://www.asondheim.org/embalm1.jpg http://www.asondheim.org/embalm2.jpg http://www.asondheim.org/embalm3.jpg http://www.asondheim.org/embalm4.jpg http://www.asondheim.org/embalm5.jpg - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check outnew cars at Yahoo! Autos.
Re: off beat
Language was there all the time Buried in a longterm, temporary silence From the last world-cycle where There may have been less talking But perhaps more beautiful words. Obododimma Oha [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Language was not there all the time, No, it all started When Eve had her first X- Perience And screamed adams. --- Obododimma. Allen Bramhall [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Face of dog that triumphs in our position. Spear in lunge among friendly Crusade to define leftover. sentence tied to rhyme. Rhyme invents capital. Capital concludes moral equinox. Stars survive as reminders of pogrom, pogrom seems a little weakness and used. Ages go. People spend as much as they can, fill wells with poison, expect spells of poison, learn reason with poison. Language barters with ridiculous. The moon where so many acted out grief has spun from zone. Pure poem means dogs, endlessness. Star Trek owns the rites. Enviable spring sunset continues. Warm days fray seeds. Destruction of outer coat will serve ramifications. Swans juggle terrific and glow in the slant of afternoon. Dreams intend something. Objectivism made up L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E. Language was not there all the time so this was no surprise. This poem let history say so. ** 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 - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check out new cars at Yahoo! Autos. - Get your own web address. Have a HUGE year through Yahoo! Small Business.
Re: Clink sob, Speech crouch, attic tongue, Drools, Sky spout, Arf-arf fog
Anybody's who has ever been in a monsoon knows that monsoons don't fart. [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Clink sob Shrugged, nope, rack knot sough, musty knockers, thick cockpit, bone stabbing, stunned teeth... _ Speech crouch, attic tongue Slathered ass, snorkled pock, sliver bluffed wading, sock voice, morn sea spouts, purging thorn slackers, nape gleaming trunk, limp moss holler, tear chin, nappy flame nightly, clack sucks gummy, skin worm, monsoon fart swirls, slurps lube criminy, burnoose din spots, bulge sludge lubber, sprawled stinks splice, nails slut mane, slug traipsed cob... ___ Drools Chunks glue, faucet scissors, throat smoking stag, vanishing blubber, corn stalk roots, flu motes, lip's mud, tasty crawl impaled, down away blazes, coveted dovecote splash, lash slumped offal, slope face spray, plying, beaking song, bark light swelled, each dimwit pond purged, bun round shore, lump thigh snoozing, clippered leakage, wispy spam, slab seeping, slung less surf... __ Sky spout Clangor shorn, dusty pore, naked wavers, cheek ladder meadow, dropped tongue nose, streams knotted lace... ___ Arf-arf fog Log slime dent, each still swig, lethal gnat, fog eye, seesaw cluster, neck nap, meatly crack, clumps flopping, clumsy eating, dump throat, obfuscation gleam, colostomy clump tumbles, slack shitty frost, mustard sopping, notch snooze, armpit inhibition, drippy nagging, sleep maw, flaccid butt ticks, moon rump, cream peeling spore... --Bob Of brueckL (all words from John M. Bennett poems) - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check outnew cars at Yahoo! Autos.
Re: Clink sob, Speech crouch, attic tongue, Drools, Sky spout, Arf-arf fog
I've never killed or even eaten a rabbit in my life, Hal. Halvard Johnson [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Hare-splitter! Hal The name Stanley Kunitz is already taken. Please take a new one. Halvard Johnson [EMAIL PROTECTED] [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org On May 9, 2007, at 9:48 AM, Thomas savage wrote: Anybody's who has ever been in a monsoon knows that monsoons don't fart. [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Clink sob Shrugged, nope, rack knot sough, musty knockers, thick cockpit, bone stabbing, stunned teeth... _ Speech crouch, attic tongue Slathered ass, snorkled pock, sliver bluffed wading, sock voice, morn sea spouts, purging thorn slackers, nape gleaming trunk, limp moss holler, tear chin, nappy flame nightly, clack sucks gummy, skin worm, monsoon fart swirls, slurps lube criminy, burnoose din spots, bulge sludge lubber, sprawled stinks splice, nails slut mane, slug traipsed cob... ___ Drools Chunks glue, faucet scissors, throat smoking stag, vanishing blubber, corn stalk roots, flu motes, lip's mud, tasty crawl impaled, down away blazes, coveted dovecote splash, lash slumped offal, slope face spray, plying, beaking song, bark light swelled, each dimwit pond purged, bun round shore, lump thigh snoozing, clippered leakage, wispy spam, slab seeping, slung less surf... __ Sky spout Clangor shorn, dusty pore, naked wavers, cheek ladder meadow, dropped tongue nose, streams knotted lace... ___ Arf-arf fog Log slime dent, each still swig, lethal gnat, fog eye, seesaw cluster, neck nap, meatly crack, clumps flopping, clumsy eating, dump throat, obfuscation gleam, colostomy clump tumbles, slack shitty frost, mustard sopping, notch snooze, armpit inhibition, drippy nagging, sleep maw, flaccid butt ticks, moon rump, cream peeling spore... --Bob Of brueckL (all words from John M. Bennett poems) - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check out new cars at Yahoo! Autos. - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check outnew cars at Yahoo! Autos.
Re: Today's New York Times Compiled
United States is sleeping And will never govern Iraq. Israel, too, is problematic. Make that many plurals And see what we get. Fortunately, tomorrow comes. Tom Savage 5/8/07 Bob Marcacci [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Leading Europe willing United States Settling Iraq preparing Inca governing Israeli welcoming Canada trying South Bronx planning New York learning France fawning British promising Belfast -- Bob Marcacci - We won't tell. Get more on shows you hate to love (and love to hate): Yahoo! TV's Guilty Pleasures list.
Your Best Shot*
Your Best Shot* Draw me a dance. The waves laugh. What starts in the hands Was really born in the brain Or it makes no sense. Welcome to poetry Where logic needs to be introduced. The spiral consists of circles. In another time, we expect a radiant outcome. Become the center. If you choose the periphery, The sun may have to move closer. Prayer wheels turn But stand in one place Simultaneously. Let go of that sand mandala Once it is finished. Either your mantra tells you Or I will, whichever Your prefer to need to hear. Does vocal music begin With our first scream? Sometimes it ends With a later one. Jesus no longer moves on his cross. Had he been taught to dance, Would he have had another option? Get in touch with words. The right ones can Return you to your music. The earth moves But your dance is more varied. Even earthquakes may have The same rhythm. When they throw up their arms, Someones fly But not very far. Their song requires words No one understands. At their crumbling temple, We make new circles Around and about our desires. Onstage as well as off, Health brightens your eyes And lightens the spirit behind them. A lover who understands you Would be a nice bicycle to the next life, Wherever he or she is. My work is my specialty Everyone is involved in. Come back full of love. It works better than vegetarianism Except to some flowers and trees. Ring a bell for dead lovers. Ask the mind if they appear. The past remains friendly If you live there. Never put on a sorry face. Your dance is unique Even when you're only walking. Everyone has burdens to balance. The eagle is land But will reascend soon. The heart of health salutes you. It dances, too. Your end could be a new beginning But no one knows. Tom Savage 5/2/07 *Written while watching Vija by Inara Kalmane, with Vija Vetri - TV dinner still cooling? Check out Tonight's Picks on Yahoo! TV.
Re: Sings
He who sings through the hump Although possibly very basso profundo May be heading in the wrong direction. Check with the lungs and vocal cords And get back to all with song. Tom Savage 5/8/07 John M. Bennett [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Sings bat hump the shade hump the core hump the corn hump the drone hump the gosh hump the drag hump the spall hump the dram hump the door hump the glue hump the hump crisp the John M. Bennett __ 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/ ___ - Expecting? Get great news right away with email Auto-Check. Try the Yahoo! Mail Beta.
Re: Anus
If the sun burns your anus, On which beach do you reside? The last frontier Before fecal matter turns its body Into inanimate stones.Back in our Urban toilets, it sometimes hangs around Due to inadequate flush. The rush of anger comes. [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Anus Fodder of dead hours indifferently humid between my legs. The dumb penumbra moans in the inky shade of my fingerprints unravelling the buttocks of the corpse in the warp of dusk. The curve of a voice resonates in the winter light of my ashes: bulbs and bones under the stupor of the frozen sundial. What immovable thing ignites the petal in a discharge of silence? A blood-stained potbelly is my laser leaf of solitude. To abruptly smell the anus of the tremulous sun, as if by instinct: ear of dawn, verbal glance, kiss of zero, star scar, paten patina, dust fuse, veins of twilight, nocturnal entrails, rabid aurora of pretexts, wrinkled adjectives, drizzle of fulgor in the corroded night. --Bob BrueckL - Bored stiff? Loosen up... Download and play hundreds of games for free on Yahoo! Games.
Re: hypothetical arrival
The proven wrong ways of knowing Vanish one after another from my face. If I prayed, they might return. But my sitting hour ends elsewise With a few moments universal lovingkindness. Tom Savage Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: 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 - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check outnew cars at Yahoo! Autos.
Re: Sole
If you can sell yr itch, Let me know where they're buying. I'm sure I can round up a few In the next few solitary hours. John M. Bennett [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Sole aim the clock yr boil the sink yr use the guy yr gun the soak yr foil the rice yr mile the tongue yr fail the cloud yr mord the gloom yr fine the sun yr chip the rant yr cave the steel yr add the dimp yr shod the key yr ramp the dolt yr sell yr itch the John M. Bennett __ 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/ ___ - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check outnew cars at Yahoo! Autos.
Rack Up A War
Rack Up A War Wrap up Iraq And eat it. Spit out the bits That don't like you And watch them writhe As they have their own Little wars, totally Independent of you. I sit on the side And complain It's so long since I lived In a cave in Spain. How much longer Can death last? The sun comes out again. Tom Savage 5/6/07 - It's here! Your new message! Get new email alerts with the free Yahoo! Toolbar.
Re: Quicksand
Flutes are reeds In dancing dust. Similes smile Under the sky The earth sinks Words put down their swords Long ago. The dead soon rise As others. Til then they're nothing But sand and seed. Tom Savage 5/4/07 Obododimma Oha [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Quicksand Sand seed Dancing dust Scorched metaphors shifting Under your perch, probes Of sinking earth Words have drawn swords The quick now The dead soon The known the unknown you own Nothing But the sands the sprouting seed. --- Obododimma Oha ** 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 - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check out new cars at Yahoo! Autos. - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check outnew cars at Yahoo! Autos.
Re: Blow Wobble
The sink is under the broom. The water knows. It wobbles as it flows And doesn't adjust It's temperature too easily Three flights up From the ground. Tom Savage 5/4/07 John M. Bennett [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Blow sink the limber toilet sink the shadow sandwich sink the amber pantsleg sink the useless sleeve sink the jumpy angle sink the shaver circuit sink the claustic nodder sink the choomer gloom sink the cageless drinking sink the sooner robot sink the flaming nipster sink the chamber sonar sink the lumpy swallowed sink the sloppy second sink the darning focus sink the staging roomer sink Wobble the flop flop goo changer flop bee crystal the the flop hip grinner the tread angle the flop shove tousle corner the flop thin ageless the flop shoulder the flop trial dollop the flop flame cloud tester the flop numb trickle the flop hive the flop core brimmer the flop fog noggin the flop flop shade twister the flop gaul grommet the flop cast changer John M. Bennett __ 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/ ___ - 8:00? 8:25? 8:40? Find a flick in no time with theYahoo! Search movie showtime shortcut.
Re: junk raft un jeepers
We junked the raft. The sun tore over us With a razor's fire. Jeepers, creepers! The rats left us first. We clambered into the swirl. As we fell, we realized We'd escaped doom again At least, for today. Tom Savage 5/4/07 John M. Bennett [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: junk raft ton tore razor fire _ un jeepers clamber hog fall doom doom __ 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/ ___ - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check outnew cars at Yahoo! Autos.
Re: Today's New York Times Compiled
When asked for a solution, The New York Times complied: The answer is there is no answer, Once said Gertrude Stein. Bob Marcacci [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Blocs Kurdish and Sunni Arab officials are wrestling politically barbed and sometimes racy warming trends on gardening explore their first debate tonight over Israel's war against Hezbollah experts agree growing a more robust selection sexual abuse and mismanagement has to bridge divergent views in Iraq a conclusion by members would increase pressure to distribute a code supercompact lightweight briefcases favor American tastes scientists have designed a new material in its young dancers touting stunning images and equally stunning hundreds reinforced by self-tanning products from a risky dependency to expose wrongdoing at the bottom a tool granted the taint of the only real solution -- Bob Marcacci - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check outnew cars at Yahoo! Autos.
Re: Temptations
Although demons navigate the waves, Disturbing the heavens, Both he and she receive well Tonguescapes, lipscapes, and ecstasies. A timely thought renavigates updates. Temptations run. The fun retrains. Tom Savage 5/3/07 Obododimma Oha [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Temptations joystick demons- trations, come-put-her in the laps of the waves sailing time, a thought to navigate beyond behind before between her liquid fires are tempting the frontierman tonguescapes, lipscapes, x-tasies distributing heavens the last drive cried welcome to the hardest soft ware, a million joys will stick she receives well every friendly update --- Obododimma Oha ** 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 - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check out new cars at Yahoo! Autos. - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check outnew cars at Yahoo! Autos.
Re: Chime
Oh, Oh, Oh, that Shakesperian drag. It's so elegant, so intelligent It reads backwards and forwards, too. Enter the ocean pursued by the sun, Looking for fun, previously Unavailable in the sky. John M. Bennett [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Chime buncha hopper ships said oh lotta lapper drips said oh flowing ditches crust said oh mender pants lead said oh muddy nest roof said oh crummy blat meat said oh gummy not half said oh inner pelt shut said oh clinging gut drop said oh slap said oh ringing strut John M. Bennett __ 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/ ___ - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check outnew cars at Yahoo! Autos.
Re: job clasp pliee
The tonsils counsel the vocal cords to reply. They sing of spring in a swing With the children of their thoughts, Their actions refracted by the breeze. It's still easy to turn night into day. The way opens its clay and sings. John M. Bennett [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: job clasp your na dir folding cow __ pliée sug ar the touncil comb __ 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/ ___ - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check outnew cars at Yahoo! Autos.
Problematics
Problematics Work to correct mistakes? Omar Khyam as a terrorist Forgets his Rubaiyat and hides. Poetry in motion--a song, A car, a truck once carrying Poets to their readings, Goes forward without hearing appeals. Use that seatbelt next time, poet. If you die, you fly. But The highway to the sky has collapsed. We consulted a potential earthquake But there was no response. Remain in charge of your own intelligence. What could have been done but wasn't Hasn't shown it's face for years. Pay your price; bear its responsibility. We have other burdens for you to sign onto If you answer to the description: fool. Pine for your own dead opinions As they follow you after you die. A public case for my removal Drowned under the test of time. The rest of your decisions have been shredded By forces beyond their own humanity. Your pet goat has asked to be cooked But our leaders insist on sheep. You didn't know you took action. Your witnesses speak softer than words. Words have exhausted their appeals. The fanatics have eaten all their fans. Setting the record straight Now requires more than a marriage Of imagination and circumstance. Our staffers are standing by To accept your gratitude and record your pleas. Your regime has been initiated into the truth And has been found to be beyond incorporation. Convenience as hyperbole Searches for a new planet it cannot find. However far back you go, The past rejects you and remains mute. The future has learned its lessons And refuses to appear while your shadow remains. So your attempts to turn a blind eye or a deaf ear Summon only some uncertified doctors Looking for medicines yet to be created. They can debate eagerly or without enthusiasm But their experiments have crashed into the void. Room is still available inside Hoping that you will care to join it Before or after your next lie. The need to compete just died of starvation. There is no chance for its resurrection. It disappeared without leaving your trace. No serious job remained for it to do. We feel no emotion but joy from its departure. The night backs us up in our determinations Even before today's sun goes down. Up and downscale retirees laugh at its wake. Tom Savage 4/30/07 - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check outnew cars at Yahoo! Autos.
Loops For Shakers*
Loops for Shakers* Round and around you run inside me. Were this a tango for three, A tree might join in. Jagged edges resolve. A solution opens to silence Then closes again. A mountain dances With some hills. The clouds stretch out Then pass under. A pause that refreshes lingers Until it touches the outer soul. A kind of musical sleep Looks for its dreams. Will it find them? We're at the threshold Of a new cliff. It speaks to us. We hear it softly. A glance of sunlight Pierces the dark And is absorbed. What we let in Arrives without announcement. A tune begins Then echoes Before it can complete. This road runs never The same way twice. If you ask the rain, It explains. Horizontals. Back and forth. We go on breathing Until we leave. On the verge of bliss, The kiss we get Is from air. Tom Savage 4/26/07 *Written while listening to a live performance of Shaker Loops by John Adams - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check outnew cars at Yahoo! Autos.
Re: Syndromes and a Century
Do the sins of dromedaries need to be adjudicated by a centurion? Without a time-warp, the latter may not be available. Halvard Johnson [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Syndromedaries and a Centaur - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check outnew cars at Yahoo! Autos.
Re: Today's New York Times Compiled
The significant loophole To the importance of reputation Is time. To this, the damaged Hundreds can apply. The sooner His allies drop him, the only Solution to a gun will be To take it away from The hands of everyone. The atmosphere supports you, So why not try? Bob Marcacci [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Court The proposal The narrow approval the significant loophole the needs the importance of reputation the scrapped long- promised the defeated the contest destroyed or damaged hundreds the Bush administration the full nature the terrorist war the biggest trumps the most optimistic forecasts the second period the box dominated the subject erupted in flames the antler scandal The sooner his allies drop the closer the nation will be the only solution to a gun the hands of everyone the atmosphere -- Bob Marcacci - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check outnew cars at Yahoo! Autos.
Just Another Day
Just Another Day* The day Buddha's birthday and Easter coincide, I see a play called Before God Was Invented, Expecting nothing. Joe Franklin, the host Of a long-dead show called Memory Lane Strides past me in the waiting area. Audience members are prized At old Theater For The New City, Even the dead and rearrived. Am I a pirate of penance Attending a so-called Pagan play? We sing to all of me. Why not take that high note, baby? What a noisy trance you dance to. Before the nuclear family, Did nature create it's own bonds? Cavemen Bodhisattvas lost in a time warp Show their muscles and choose women. The ghost of Frank Zappa Seems to be their leader. Carried away--maybe he's just sleeping. Prometheus gave you fire Then skipped out, happily, into the dark. Time remains mean when moving slowly. Silence gilds the beautiful young body boy. Loud fervor fails to impress the moon. Pretty boy hides behind temporarily happy bush. Flowers shiver from his touch. Follow your own feet without tripping. Up in a Central Park of the Pleistocene The animals don't want to be eaten Though the women men want to fuck. Oh sod, thy earth is dirty, dirty In the eyes of near-sighted beholders. Two tribes per zoo May not be viable long. Where did they get a rope in prehistory? Someone knitting, knitting in the dark? Give away the land to the land. Make no bad pictures on cave walls Or magic rock will get you, bad, bad, bad. Deep silence and deep sleep May not be the same. Tom Savage 4/8/07 *Written while watching Before God Was Invented, a play by Lissa Moira and Richard West - Don't pick lemons. See all the new 2007 cars at Yahoo! Autos.
Re: Lost, now that I have voices
For a year or so after brain surgery, I heard voices of the dead in my head. I'm glad this finally stopped. I was too afraid to tell anybody at the time. Tom Savage 3/26/07 Peter Ciccariello [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Lost, now that I have voices, and want to make enough of them, From the first quest for memory, to have assured me, lost enough to have the time to move ahead, Indeed this is a situation in which to ask forgiveness a situation where there would be none from one place to another, still, after you have asked, but not there, you speak to please that I can only ask have what it is to finally quest for memory, and anywhere, anywhere find it not yet there - Peter Ciccariello - Looking for earth-friendly autos? Browse Top Cars by Green Rating at Yahoo! Autos' Green Center.
Re: Ping Pong with an Angry Skeleton Warrior
I think Fata only had one Morgasm. Don't blame poor, old Puccini. phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: brain in the shape of a hogshead traducteurs as appellativo tivo? no say lord of pink beans dancing halo pagoda of frogs with glass toenail harmonicas pronouncing sordid sword id eog magog - - o orphan lama tony tony no-koan-a tyrbulence a dorsal computational snap fan dragon agon Finally, you seem to meet me.. the mi meat ata Hello, I am Dr. Agon of the Fata Morgasm Institute of Teachnology Kundalini Robot algae tiles the sun-slit meditation galleys, we cloned Busby Berkeley's clattering Kona hybrid dance bud Kabuki Salt Rhombusts Djenne Djenne It's easy to say you're dead or enlightened or both and have it mean neither and the same thing just replace anything or everything with an asterix that's called honesty in a game called Mouse Trap you don't descend or ascend you forever signal o-c-t-o-p-u-s don't really have the immediate means of intelligence or its lack there is simple a dimensional middleness called born into cultural machinery here is how you buy a Kombucha Guava drink at a local market here is how you teleport to the land of grey lava wigwams same difference no real permanence no unreal permanence to valley of butterfly totempole i remember an intellectual i knew who gave history papers in french in paris what of life i asked he said i figure if i ignore it long enough it will finally go away same difference nonplussed does not mean negative everything grounded Deficiente pecu, deficit omne, nia. just like saying something we'll want to archive FOREVER o brother paranymphs and proxenetes need not apply we grow our hair long in the summer not the winter just to be different from you same difference story of a shy girl wetting herself and cruel teacher to activate the schlupping sounds to pictures of the lifecycle of the boojum tree... boo jumbling a single building replicating the David? not even one... Humanism? You wouldn't know a humanist if he came up and slapped you in the face.. Have no fear, I am hear to critique the top geniusclod, while remaining as ignorant as a clodgenius. Born to boojum. Gorgon is wildfire. Ignore the Ramus [Reformer of the University of Paris] The Ramus of Peril! We always just called this Hercules Kevin Sore-Bone. Bad. Television. hyacinths of the bozo craftsmen boat makers of the niger delta. - Finding fabulous fares is fun. Let Yahoo! FareChase search your favorite travel sites to find flight and hotel bargains.
Serpents Dance
Serpents Dance* Serpents dance. It's a moving trance. Why do I keep thinking Their light is a dog? Thoughts pass so quickly But take up a lot of time, A permanent handclasp From an angel's discarded clothes. Show me that plough And it's fruits. While reptiles inform us of their state, Do we placate them or just watch, huh? Don't force it, the light seems to say. Excess could be bliss But how is it defined, now? If darkness prevails, then what? There may not be any more answers To these questions. Voices in the night Simply go on talking. Hieroglyphs in space Start to resemble the stars. Sorrow is of no use at all. Run the race backwards if you can. In the absence of meaning, There will still be sound. The machine oils itself Even when separated into parts. Tom Savage 3/3/07 *Written while watching Radical Low ONR-1, Allegory of the Night, a dance performance by Chantal Ysermans - Now that's room service! Choose from over 150,000 hotels in 45,000 destinations on Yahoo! Travel to find your fit.
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I'm not criticizing your poetry, Steve. This one just seemed a little less generous than you normally are. I still love your poetry. I very much liked your poem for Diane Burns, what I could read of it (my French is not that great anymore. It never was, really.) Anyway, I look forward to seeing and hearing you again soon. Regards, Tom Savage steve d. dalachinsky [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: tom why have you been criticizing my poesie these past 2 weeks On Thu, 22 Feb 2007 10:31:59 -0800 Thomas savage [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: Hi Steve, I take it you don't believe the old rock refrain: I am you and you are me. And we are all together. It's from an old Beatles tune, if I remember correctly. Regards, Tom Savage steve d. dalachinsky [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: minority / sonority / seniority nor am i son nor am i place nor am i resistance nor am i song nor am i stone nor exotic embroidery nor are you mine nor i yours nor is it mine nor try as i can i it's possession being what it is nor are we in unison nor are we partisans nor am i wood nor sure space placed here nor snug as a bug in a rug nor intersecting planks nor integrated circuits nor disenchanted ventilation nor can i try to be anything other than. la question rim shot / nim rod knowhatwithin yours hear / dawn's kin nor am i was what forthwith untied titled wrong here forth spilt juice packaged deal or celebrated canary freefalled tremulous bowel. written paris @ sept lizards 12/22/06 ernest dawkins /katy roberts duo - Don't get soaked. Take a quick peak at the forecast with theYahoo! Search weather shortcut. - Don't pick lemons. See all the new 2007 cars at Yahoo! Autos.
Re: scum whine ballpoint sneezing, bag to hum, eye sass ass nasal lit potpies...
There may be or should be limits to the use of alliteration when it defies or some would say perhaps transcends sense into senselessness. Those who follow beyond this point do so only at their own risk even if others are carried along with it, at least temporarily. steve d. dalachinsky [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: i can use some tooth glue mine just completely busted On Tue, 20 Feb 2007 05:13:08 -0600 [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: scum whine ballpoint sneezing, bag to hum, eye sass ass nasal lit potpies, my face lapsing heaving char aft glistens, I'd eye sass ass nasal lit potpies, whelped inhalation, funnel flabber, greyish roily brain slopping, glut rash ding, ah snow -- pendant bloomer eggs, dusty cubit puttering, I'd skin drizzle the claw wet sea, I'd stone tone slippers, one glut ten tan rayed trill mist huffed, I'd you foggy horn towel constellations, very no chortled, foaming chug crap, slung lunge splurting, I'd glitter chew upgunk huff, you muscle mouldered fusilage, you kinda ham pee wizened, you gashed-spraddled gasless clique, how'd you collapse, how'd you rake rips rubbers, how'd you boot-slap nuts' acoruscation, you clack, you arboreal scrap-junk tundra, you blaze of shaded mum-rifting litter, you wig-hiss crack-bust tooth glue I'd scum whine ballpoint sneezing, bag to hum, my face lapsing, my cryptic cuspidoric toenail, my squalid humming, my sadly sog suds frozen, my bathtub bun bum boo, I'd my dug, my dump hunk gristle tree, my waffle nozzle coot, my loo loop spout, my cum shot poo hooter, my chin hoo cusp, I'd my beasty suck scalded in spandex, my spondee hallow-sotted oozing, umber opt, slathered hue, I'd ram my sloshing squealing, stabbed sight needled --Bob BrueckL (all words from John M. Bennett poems) - Never Miss an Email Stay connected with Yahoo! Mail on your mobile. Get started!
The Tyrant of Art
The Tyrant of Art* I'll be your master If you insist on being my slave. Look at the world. If it looks back, smile Your most natural, unspontaneous smile. Expecting difference erases it. Leave good wishes behind Long before you die. They rot after you're gone. Be free to express ugliness. It becomes you Until you move on. Life is a hardon Only to a very wry horse. Leotards don't fit on a lion. Infamy fits anyone. Stones cry tears When rain obliges. The question eats the answer And is freed. Look beyond the object Of your desires, Empty as a friend Who has let you go. You're fired is not yet an opera But it soon may be For mid-level, middlebrow bores. Books are different. Something has to happen in them. Motorcycles don't have minds of their own, Only nostalgia for the dead. Confession boxes have been replaced by ATM's. Their action is similar Although the results are more real When the cash spot is pressed. Emotions were nice, weren't they? Tom Savage *Written while watching Factory Girl by George Hickenlooper - Sucker-punch spam with award-winning protection. Try the free Yahoo! Mail Beta.
Re: riff on p for a
Hi Steve, hope you had a good stay in France. As to this poem and some others I've seen from you in the last few months, why are you changing your style? You're too late to become a language poet now and too old to be one of the ex-students influenced by them. I guess I just like your more personal style better. See you soon, Tom Savage steve d. dalachinsky [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: sat splayed in the waves then sperm-aids luster rocked gas stored em a roach glistening hell reaming shy rashing stail doll pins cir cle tracing humping junting future shout attired me grows training grooming glistening torn birds cripple clean roads dipping driven plummers where hats search sales where as gambit spawning oft hens fan sin flames wild there grin his highly gristled prison foam then seams win waiters you apart meant we peak within licks ills of imperfect moons of free dumb foam spoiled of cab so lutes a bundle dance bin then grifting seals swordless sun concured lash a littering tomb mat chant he deep this of prolonged glands tar be yonder then planes halo anarchy nor sympathy honic cooling of tho caught dream fleuge l over mensas rough sat glory hint cong dress'd bun con scouts wake fully fangs read total theme rift sand recepting tall beings begging come anon of picked gundown interpretation of me ten or logo salvo aviator ratio make a rupture suspected recitation the slave of swindlers - TV dinner still cooling? Check out Tonight's Picks on Yahoo! TV.
Re: always there
always here is where I am, even when moving. The here moves with me. It has never complained Although it listens to my gripes, Sometimes. Tom Savage Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: 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 - Looking for earth-friendly autos? Browse Top Cars by Green Rating at Yahoo! Autos' Green Center.
De Milo Mileage
De Milo Mileage* It's not a story. It may be a poem. Let's hope it's a long one. You've never said that before. It might be cold When you're hot. Sympathy or empathy, Which do you prefer? Go home if you have one, or two. If you have enjoyed this poem, Talk to me, Even if you knew or know What I am going to say Before it is written. It's never the end in these precincts. Tom Savage 1/15/07 *Written while watching Venus, a film by Hanif Kureishi - Don't get soaked. Take a quick peak at the forecast with theYahoo! Search weather shortcut.
Horizontal Haiku
Horizontal Haiku If you go somewhere to die, Don't be surprised when you wake up. Tom Savage 1/24/07 - Finding fabulous fares is fun. Let Yahoo! FareChase search your favorite travel sites to find flight and hotel bargains.
Re: contrition pinks its way due north
The trees are confused. There are no seasons anymore. When do they welcome spring? It could be anytime after autumn. Tom Savage Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: 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 - Have a burning question? Go to Yahoo! Answers and get answers from real people who know.
Re: all of his indifference turned to her
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.
Christmas War
Christmas War* There's little peace and not much good will among men. The guiding star can go hide. If the three kings show their faces, They will be led in the wrong direction. The gifts have taken over the givers. Believe it's real? Change the channel. You get the same with different faces On the now and soon to be dead. We should head back in time If that were possible. The present stinks. The future can only get worse. Still, we remain In this new found winter heat. Scorpions cross the desert you created. They will never stop but you will. Fires burn us inside or from outside. It has been my great pleasure to Send you these words. Now eat them And see what occurs. Tom Savage 12/25/06 *Written while watching Letters From Iwo Jima by Clint Eastwood __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
How Do You Paint a Veil?
How Do You Paint a Veil?* Tell the flowers To eat everything on their plate. They improve greatly upon acquaintance With their dancing. They're always on time. Whatever you imagine Can be improved. Tom Savage 12/20/06 *Written while watching The Painted Veil, a movie by John Curran based on a novel by Somerset Maugham __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
Past Death
Past Death* Doors remain open both ways. This is cruel more often than cool. A dramatic reading of the future Usually yields silence. To reconstruct me piece by piece You'd still have to have me Start all over again. Human nature requires an open mind And an open pair of ears. More men need to learn how to cry. The Buddha tells us how to live. But even he didn't say it would be easy. Tom Savage 12/16/06 *Written while watching Post Mortem, a play by A.R. Gurney __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
Re: each piece fits into the invention as it is being invented
Experience is greater than God since He probably Doesn't exist and it obviously does. Every morning When I sit for meditation, I lose track of time for An hour, since I no longer cheat by bringing my watch To the cushion where my posterior rests. It's amazing How much quickly the hour passes while watching Whatever happens inside the body. It could even Be said to be an experience outside of time, If that didn't sound too pseudo-mystical and A slight bit pretentious. It's also interesting Perhaps to note how much more quickly time Passes as we age. But that may require Another poem at a different time. Regards, Tom Savage. And thank you for your marvelous poem which prompted me to respond. Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: I lost track of time on friday night it was all of a sudden eleven-twenty, and I never do this, I said. I always know exactly. but I did not then. the piece was half0 completed. if we must assign per- centages. the missing part was in the middle. I had pieces not yet made that might go there. I had color chiseled into fit-less gaps. I had places brought to life by things already there. the whole time I was working I stayed standing. I thought of dancers when I thought at all. I looked, and I was looking, and repeatedly, the thing changed while I saw what was evolving. I did not even ask myself whether it is wrong to be in love with what I made. interpretation is an act of cowardice. experience equals god. capital letters exist as a convenience for distinguishing first person singular from all other words. every so often habit comes to be a work of art. every so often, the unplanned resembles the articulate. a safe place to be is what the clock insists. sheila e. murphy - Have a burning question? Go to Yahoo! Answers and get answers from real people who know.
Re: I See a Spider in the Hallway
This is yet another wonderful poem, Sheila. I enjoyed reading it very much. I occasionally see a small spider in my kitchen but I've never written about it. Regards, Tom Savage Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] 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 - Everyone is raving about the all-new Yahoo! Mail beta.
Re: Who has Wryting hooked up to Blogger, and Why do we get the Error mails?
I also encountered this problem when I tried to respond to Phanero's masturbation phrenology or whatever it was called. I got an error thing and the message didn't go through. It also appeared to be attached to some blog. Since I've never seen this problem before, either on Wryting-L or anywhere else, I too would appreciate knowing what has happened and when or if the problem is solved. Thanks, Tom Savage Lanny Quarles [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: RFC822 Message body Content-Filter: maildrop-toaster Return-Path: Delivered-To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Received: (qmail 8039 invoked by uid 89); 7 Dec 2006 11:00:43 - Received: by simscan 1.1.0 ppid: 8031, pid: 8033, t: 0.6502s scanners: clamav: 0.88.1/m:37/d:1388 spam: 3.1.0 X-Spam-Checker-Version: SpamAssassin 3.1.0 (2005-09-13) on bspmail2.broadspire.com X-Spam-Level: X-Spam-Status: No, score=-2.3 required=5.0 tests=BAYES_00 autolearn=ham version=3.1.0 Received: from unknown (HELO blogger.com) (66.102.15.83) by bspmail2.broadspire.com with SMTP; 7 Dec 2006 11:00:42 - Received: by blogger.com (Postfix, from userid 99) id B2548B1D3F; Thu, 7 Dec 2006 03:00:50 -0800 (PST) Received: from bla17.blogger.com (localhost [127.0.0.1]) by blogger.com (Postfix) with ESMTP id 97688B1D67 for ; Thu, 7 Dec 2006 03:00:50 -0800 (PST) Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: Blogger post failed From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Message-Id: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Date: Thu, 7 Dec 2006 03:00:50 -0800 (PST) Blogger could not process your message at this time. Error code: 6.1B3642C Original message: From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] - Any questions? Get answers on any topic at Yahoo! Answers. Try it now.
Babel: Isn't The Meat Nice?
Babel: Isn't the Meat Nice?* I feel like seeing something destroyed. So go, tower, go. Mr. Yeats is nowhere around And sin is merely inconsideration today. Sleep well but only at the right times. If you don't know you are here, You still can't leave. Don't argue, either. Some cranes can't wait to go down. Get out now if you can stay stoic. The most beautiful wife can't save you, now. Dance your dance until it stops. Tom Savage 11/25/06 *Written while watching Babel, a film by Alejandro Gonzalez Innaritu - Cheap Talk? Check out Yahoo! Messenger's low PC-to-Phone call rates.
Re: Masturbating Phrenologists
The respondent who cited the name of the great teacher and poet Kenneth Koch in connection with this piece should hide his head in shame, in a burqa, if necessary. As for the piece itself, it seems to have no interest in poetry and doesn't even do masturbation much justice. I say this only because, the model for phrenology being a dead, human head, how do you get it up anyone's asshole or vagina, anyway? Enough said, enough thought about this piece. phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: h yeah, the corn maidens (or corn-rowed corn-beaus) bringing baskets of corn-silk to the tufa popeye-kukulkan, or maybe giant terracotta popcorn heads where the kernals come flowing out like waterfalls into a maze or maybe a giant rotating corncob upon which a kernal maze is built, a 3d topo.. the cob gets turned.. don't fall or you get a slippery bath in the love butter.. in poetry land, the unnatural resources are unlimited! this CORN is AMAZING! - Original Message - From: John M. Bennett To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU Sent: Monday, December 04, 2006 7:26 AM Subject: Re: Masturbating Phrenologists Yeah et snapping right off the stalk, late july, and put the silk in yr corn cob pipe, m john At 09:41 AM 12/4/2006, you wrote: thx John! I like these X's youra doin to why arent we sitting in a giant terracotta lobster hall smeared in red ash chanting while waiting for the corn on the cob and ice tea? goddamn i love corn on the cob! - Original Message - From: John M. Bennett To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU Sent: Monday, December 04, 2006 5:53 AM Subject: Re: Masturbating Phrenologists Ah, true beauty! John At 01:02 PM 12/3/2006, you wrote: To Ahuramazda by way of Darius, To Archaism by way of the Semiotic Body often their fervor for phrenology would take them in a transport of masturbation, you can get most phrenology models into your ass or vagina if you try it's best ended the story there but it quickly became some thing about bellettrists, the sooner this trapper's outpost hushes the sooner monocle production can continue on the backs of sick donkeys sometimes an oldwest phrenologist might hold a candle to a vagina monocle. Walt Whitman is said to have owned a special bat head for insertion beneathe his phrenum, some social groups are based on types of headshape, some on forms of masturbation masturbation is always a zoroastrian woman, a numen loci of really wicked invisibles she's got a leathern bat's head lodged so mindless it's talking about the bumps on her skull so mindless phrenology looks alot like the solar bat vagina Walt Whitman is also said to have used a bat's head this isn't to say a smooth perfectly round sphere has no interest to poetry, art, or masturbation, but an architect like Friedrich Weinbrenner spent his entire life translating skull shapes into marabous marion marsh mashy masturbating matroid maxima mcgraw mechanic pharmacological philosophies photocopied phrenologists pickelhaube piers in other words spam, from one asshole buddy to another Phrenology just isn't interstring anymoor. But something closer to the canonization of Kassites saying Ramming Speed among their advanced peer groups. These Shedus cover their unsightly headbumps with rubber dick caps. Corona is the beer of Masturbating Phrenologists. Old West Shedus masturbating with belletrists. All of the ancient cultures, including our own have contained elements of remarkable crudity. -- BEGIN-ANTISPAM-VOTING-LINKS -- Teach CanIt if this mail (ID 155633250) is spam: Spam: https://antispam.osu.edu/b.php?c=si=155633250m=d4fa07d20248 Not spam: https://antispam.osu.edu/b.php?c=ni=155633250m=d4fa07d20248 Forget vote: https://antispam.osu.edu/b.php?c=fi=155633250m=d4fa07d20248 -- END-ANTISPAM-VOTING-LINKS __ 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/ ___ Spam Not spam Forget previous vote __ 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/ ___
Re: keep (your) sake to (your) self
Marvelous. Thank you for this. It made me chuckle. Editorial comment as poetry. Very good. Regards, Tom Savage Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:what's THIS? I don't know why I have it. whose WAS is? was it YOURS? take it BACK. it's not MINE? if it's not YOURS, then WHOSE? when I see it I am not reminded of ANYTHING. I don't know what to DO with it. do you think I should pass it on to SHANNON? what about TIFF? what about HORATIO? what about PHIL? or TOM? or BILL? or maybe KAREN. do you think one of them would want it? why not? why don't I want it either? what about YOU? do YOU want it? here: take it from me! sheila e. murphy - Sponsored Link Degrees online in as fast as 1 Yr - MBA, Bachelor's, Master's, Associate - Click now to apply - Sponsored Link Get an Online or Campus degree - Associate's, Bachelor's, or Master's -in less than one year.
Epilepsy Time
Epilepsy TimeI have a small, white scar Running up the middle of my left hand, I got in India thirty-five years ago When I fell off a Himalayan cliff And tumbled twenty feet down. I climbed back up onto the road And walked until I found some people. The blood was pouring from my hand And my head. I was carried To an Indian army hospital Where I was sewn up under local anesthesia, A little of which wore off With each stick of the sewers' needle. The scar has receded over many years. Now it is whiter than anything else on me.Tom Savage 10/26/06 Check out the New Yahoo! Mail - Fire up a more powerful email and get things done faster.
Re: Dusty sea leap digressions scribble pestering gales serif
Where has the sans gone In sans serif?Tom Savage 10/12/06[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: trustysleep aggressionsdribblefesteringgrailtarrifs( very religious ly) Do you Yahoo!? Get on board. You're invited to try the new Yahoo! Mail.
Re: open call
There once was a rock band, which I saw advertised in my neighborhood of Manhattan, only once, called The Happy Hemmorhoids. I think it's a wonderful name for a rock band actually, if that is what you are looking for. As it's previous use seems to have gone nowhere, I assume that it is up for grabs (ouch!).chris [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: i had an idea for a "band name generator". one that is specificallygeared to come up with one that i would like, but also probably generallyuseful for anyone trying to come up with an interesting unused band name,which a cursory search of almost any even not so common thing you wouldwant to name your band after would show. so i propose that someone withPerl skills or any other text processing language help me create thisfairly simple framework for generating potential band names that are"random" enough to not fit already common phrases, etc. the algorithminherently limits the chance that it has been used before.i am thinking about this because i need a new band name BADLY and SOON.anyone who develops this with me can take the lead credit for whateverpublic availablity we might make for bands that want to use it, becausei really just need the NAME, and SOON, heh.you're also free to send me good band names that you will never end upusing and would like to see put to good use.it's kind of electro/spacey/experimental but atmospheric/organic also.let the names begin.thanks y'all How low will we go? Check out Yahoo! Messengers low PC-to-Phone call rates.
Re: I Read Too Much Proust
I Wish There Were More Proust To ReadI read all of Proust many moons ago In an older translation, apparently now Superseded by a newer, longer one. Once in a great while, I open one Of these old Modern Library books And re-read a random passage. I have never found this to be a problem Vis a vis my own writing. Therefore I can safely say that if someone Were to discover more, previously Unpublished work by this great writer, I would devour it hungrily as soon As it became available in English, My French not being and never having been Up to Proust, unfortunately, in the original French.Tom Savage 9/5/06Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:my lapdog whines near center field I think often in maps without possessing internal geography where she has been implies my father is your notary do you waltz? against my better justice there are lord's prayers all around us give me a shawl to widen how near warmth will be hypotenusereveals the closest thing to peace you are the closest peace I curl up I find exceptions to the rule sleep now what are you thinking are there memories aligned with how the weather prompts my squint to match your integers damagine impromptu frostsheila e. murphy Talk is cheap. Use Yahoo! Messenger to make PC-to-Phone calls. Great rates starting at 1¢/min.
Re: b)LOTTO
What realm do you speak of, here? Some Chinese Buddhists believe in a Heaven And pray or meditate for it, though I'm Not one of these. I've written plays about A Heaven designed specifically for artists To which they must apply after dying. I don't think you mean this either. I wish you many more blisses than Apparently you've had so far, If poetry tells the truth here Which it doesn't always As I'm sure you know. Anyway Don't go looking for it by Going blotto. Surely We know that's the road To no peaceable kingdom Any of us would want to reach. As for the "pure land" I alluded to At the beginning, I know little About it except to doubt That that was what the Buddha Was asking us to look for In his then infinite wisdom.Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:b)LOTTOgoodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye to an infinity ofhurt in favor of (by chance) aticket to a perfect sans-swank paradise predestined thus: unadvertised, unknown, unsung, unwrung so welcome home to me to home I've made for me (for thee) this a secondtryat bliss (all this)sheila e. murphy Do you Yahoo!? Everyone is raving about the all-new Yahoo! Mail.
Re: please publish these on yer sites anyone/ or as a hard copy chap there are lots more sd
Therefore, Water, As Before As I rarely drink wine or liquor, Therefore I drink a lot of water. Whether I manage the eight Glasses per day recommended By medical professionals, Especially in summer, I can't say. But at least I remain fully conscious While consuming water, Something I couldn't say If I got drunk.[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: therefore waterlime attic severed axis irrigationtherefore virtually overwrappedlyre borne programmed storied plastictherefore material passes safelyloom seed lab - or a tory rug ged nesstherefore these tests have shown sterilitytone mine submaxillary verse non-toxictherefore water is hypnotic winesteve dalachinsky jim leftwich 07.21.06elastic orderselastic aloof borders or spinesremain obliquely inclined taintnor text nor image extend feversdownward backward to inferior angleeven as ever begins untowardtherefore containers are packed uniquelyknot vines azoic ensures orderssteve dalachinsky jim leftwich 07.27.06therefore it istherefore the superior flap is reflectedif divisive thereby occludedtherefore when the bladder is emptywind before the ladder the innertherefore the outer surface is dividedflip interior therefore ampleit is obliterated therefore refractedsteve dalachinsky jim leftwich 07.29.06periodic breakfasttherefore the periodic isa superior flaptherefore no latitude fora sharp knife incised along the bordertherefore this doubtfulattempt to dicipher esoteric dialecttherefore our actionsproved a popular breakfast dishsteve dalachinsky jim leftwich 07.31.06 All-new Yahoo! Mail - Fire up a more powerful email and get things done faster.
Re: yes yes what is real.
To answer the question posed by this entry would require much of Western philosophical thought and all of Eastern religion. Either there just isn't room for even a reasonable response to this question or, I could say, what is real is two eyes staring at these words on a screen.Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: yes yes what is real.I will look in Samuel Johnson's Dictionarythat is Samuel Johnson, L.L.D.no I won't, I traded 8 cartons of booksfor the 1799 edition, 2 volumes probablytwenty pounds. these indentations areborrowed from python.Samuel Johnson knows what's real, relatingcode primarily to codicil; he was more orless unfamiliar with machine language,but good with assembly. leave it to himto go up a step.so it's economics, these valuable bookswhich are difficult to read, although inperfect condition, age or not, but withalways the possibility of rent pages orcovers - anywayit's economics getting once again in the wayof truth, for surely there is an entry forroller coaster, if not for virtual; I trustthe man primarily in his grasp of nature,and of course his famous definition of oats.http://www.asondheim.org/whatisreal.mp4consider the above my commentary within thehermeneutics of Dr. Johnson's Dictionary;he was already dead when this edition waspublished.was he not? How low will we go? Check out Yahoo! Messengers low PC-to-Phone call rates.
Re: bytes/bites
You spelled Draconian properly though it may be with a capital D. It means sinister and usually is applied to governments that I know of, that is the meaning, not the governments, even though I know of them, too.[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: with my computer it's always not enough mega bytestho a biteout of a trilocan be inne r estingoncebit/bythow do you spell draconian and define please? All-new Yahoo! Mail - Fire up a more powerful email and get things done faster.
Re: practice is a nice one here's an old one also for scriabin
Hey Steve, nice to see you're a fan of Scriabin, one of my favorite composers, especially for the piano. His music for the solo piano has always seemed more interesting and moving to me than that of Rachmaninoff, whom everyone loves. Of course, R's cello piano sonata is incomparable. Still, over all, I think Scriabin comes out the winner if there is such a thing as competition between dead composers, which I doubt.[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: scr i a bin ( the black mass)- we put our hands to these dead we are born not of the buried but of these unburied dead- Charles Olson Le Preface these dead/ they walk again within usslow poemslyrical etudesdramatic re-awaken//ingsrepeated stones falling fromolympus{})){))})it is this lightthat allows us to be borndead
thingsin a time of war a time when there was neverthis to play(to)there has never been such a time(as this)i fool you into believinghold flame inhandtake this keyfind the treasure if you canput it in your pocket leaveit is gold that tells a story tho it may not be an interesting oneto tell.there is little space left between here now.steve dalachinsky nyc 1:10 am - 1:20 am 7/7/04
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The World Didn't Make Sense Until Today
The World Didn't Make Sense Until Today*More air; more world. Sitting too close for your eyes' sake? Don't follow champagne Into the afterlife Without a change of clothes. Your own secret information Vanishes as you speak. Cheating death may seem Like you have the missing card. Let out your personal feelings. Let me have your nice life to share. We all have a private lake inside us.Tom Savage 8/06*Written while watching Scoop by Woody Allen How low will we go? Check out Yahoo! Messengers low PC-to-Phone call rates.
House of Sand
House of Sand*Postcards from the sky and the sea Dry and harden into dust. The skin of a beach Could be you, soon. Get some in your eyes Then close them. The sky covers itself. You cover me. The crater in front of you Is for corpses. Everywhere there are children. A labyrinth of circles Winds you closer Until it stops And you stop, too. Shadows make a desert thrive.What real music is like Has always been difficult to explain. When they got to the moon, they found sand.Tom Savage 8/12/06 Stay in the know. Pulse on the new Yahoo.com. Check it out.
