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Notes from new palestine: oh gracious israel the agressive violence of
the oppressor
b.u.t. here we are now, with israeli trained police in toronto as
the city goes crazier than the gaza on a moving day and waiting to
encrease military
The cellphone, which is poetry, flies into the fullest empyrean, reeking
of dragon that rips off archetypal.
That cellphone hits on something really flame from the mouth, wily eyes,
ravage landscape sort of prime dizzying effect.
That phone of something certainly has made its depth charge as
Danny was one of my first best friends; all I remember today is his
dark hair, the front door to his house buried in bush shade, and
playing with some kind of car track (slotcars? HotWheels?) in his
living room.
40 words, 40 years
365 days, 365 people
http://www.logolalia.com/40x365/
When vital endeavour squeezes off the town, votes tough by ignorance,
and what the hell smells of everything known to come along, then does
the dragon lurch from lair of darker than you want to know, to become a
poetry such as when you call home, home is a vague tilled field.
Late histories
Roger!
Oh, Allan, forgive me I did not know it was you birthday (do not even
know if it already was at the date of the first post in this
conversation, secure - as you say - that the telephone is older than
you...)
all the best
Lucio
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that crash worship show at the madrona winery in portland was also one of
the many times i'm sure i ran into lanny before i ever met him.
unfortunately, i got there right after crash worship was done performing.
i did however catch the first ever show by transparent thing that night,
made up of
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From: kenjisiratori.com [EMAIL PROTECTED]
To: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Subject: Nam June Paik Dead (mourning poem)
Nam June Paik Dead (mourning poem)
by Kenji Siratori
reptilian=HUB_modem that crashed to the
He keeps sugar in. (the flow of Im just a guest. (near cauterist I hear him talking and. (limb felt blond The letter press is curative. (I read Im reading. (do now I believe in his opinion. (must Now I think Ill levitate till last. (all of dreamed The threads are half compelling. (honest
whilst shopping our store today, you may like to visit our pie shop.
In our pie shop, there is a selection of pies
Writers Forum Workshop met on Saturday 4th February 2006 at Camden Peoples
Theatre. There was a very wide range of material including live improvision.
A number of publications were launched by Writers Forum.
Chris Funkhouser; Lambda_MOO Sessions_
£3.00 + £1.50
Nicholas Johnson; Hassell;
£5.00
One city after another discards language for the more vital
infidelities, those that can't lightly be named. Thus poetry, hounded by
the principles of mayhem--which are resident in ticklish parlours of
pleasantries (try to decide why)--invites disaster by writing essays
concerned with dragon lore
DOPE-ITTY-DOO-WOP!!
At 5:31 PM -0500 2/5/06, Allen Bramhall wrote:
One city after another discards language for the more vital
infidelities, those that can't lightly be named. Thus poetry, hounded by
the principles of mayhem--which are resident in ticklish parlours of
pleasantries (try to
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It was an astounding event. Apparently he's bigger than McLuhan.
South Korea
is building a big museum
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Product of utterance and smarmy pants, poetry sans dragon still strikes
a chord. Strikes it again. The chord splits into cosmic desuetude.
Bobcats freak. Bumpershoots spurn desire. Projects fall apart. Tokyo
jitters with the effects of those big saurian iambic feet of the star of
that day (less
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Dear Colleagues,
See below for some details of a new book entitled
Archaeoacoustics. It
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