A terrible balloon
in time, in
that is
that square help
out of calling
'to the strength
of freeing simple
impalement
from the district
including
igloo, Sasquatch,
long house, flowing,
and the dull
insistent weed
up above, and withal
the dispute
in half ended
scurrilous
condition
Hay pergolas in life, tan deserter ... I know so!!!
Gospel duels odious ode Duos, combs ch'i ante cellos.
the massacres die too low fluorides,
tie temporary in the Alamo... I know so!!!
Son locus, pro son... A zaniest brain obscures
in the most fiery prostrate and in the most experted loom.
Oh my god, who whaps on clocked meetings, who stomps with guesses, who
looks under beaded frail to consider all the torment of rock sung
peopling, who is near a gutter when we cry, who does a dopey thing with
ribbing right along, who in the ways of serious inference treats a gas
lane as in
Joel Weishaus wrote:
**
I really enjoy your work. great to have the archive link. thanks!
Allen
When I invented the last bit of writing I established a waiting line. I
sent about three into ten, existing within a structure full of doubt and
capers. The recoil was only half tremendous, or maybe three quarters,
mordantly scuzzy, whipped by the arrival to the party. it was exhausting
but not
Return to Boston
like a sun
a perfect remedy
bought on
solid time
and in line
with the departures
the scrawl
of streets asking
son time in
realizing a
recent past and
port for more
maybe these
are the relax
definite
come with it
trail of
pointing to how
sad an
explanation can
New York, there,
that island and
its fog, that
graduate when we're
ready to
disguise, or when
prompted, to
run across the
street, that green
weight examining
down to
ridges of perfect
seizures
expressed in numbers
that resemble
canticles
yet invested
with a distinction
startled
In a rainforest, young love, a restless dictation, swelters of words.
These words, transcribed or conscripted, realize something in action.
The action takes place sailing. Rivers inhale. the boat stutters in
phrases of indignant rapprochement. Clearly a season begins. The people
of Tangier have
A letter involved in windy Tangier. Givens in sequence until extra ace,
with spies attending, plans to be somehow evocative. Truly worried yet
also the summer winds down to a point on the tip of a blade of grass. no
preposition remains, just the attitude that something depends. So in
Tangier, a
thanks for the picture. I actually wrote the thing after looking at the
Tangier Journal that Lawrence Sawyer adverted. I believe Provincetown is
as close as I've been to Tangier. or likely.
Allen
Spot Cheesy, he's a complete
door stump,
he's a mink likened elbow prong,
he's drawn by elvish trunks,
he's a scoop of praxis medial root,
he's a shape slope ordnance jam,
he;s moonish in the labial lala of felt like that,
he's explicitly the seniority of coming to the New York club,
he's
Debt funk ogle bean, in which
spasm mucous calls lymph shot,
intuiting thereby said sense of
extra ultra ambient,
donation skill loops
along rot road of
dust in the beginning
of Tangier heyday (look
to the belfry for wilting
freedom tests, children),
resume slaughter of
often childish
Botullism redux realigns boost
cousin forswearing moon poodle
on off days (what's the rent
of poetry?) then you've of all
people stretch gunk shields
(given take) in
time to Beatles loony bump
and insist on truism space
next to ego crème
intensified by
gorse radical in
warehouse
swap
Traded Barbary still
by reach of tribe, telling
frontal stock in
bringing constant
to light,
the endless barnacle stays
brilliant to last, it
gives idle while cherish
as rich as in tree,
those with which
and we are just trying
succumb bold
believable like
lost field over
music
John M. Bennett wrote:
At 08:59 PM 6/30/2005 -0400, you wrote:
A clavicle
steam hand
of a red table
stupid head
site shoe
lobby mop
by which
bomb stand
rumple fish
the render
lobe your
Vatican end
vacation
hall rinsed
fuzzy winch
performs moot
Dumbo field
drop
trans scarlet uncaring: gauntleted up to 150 words:
On our doggonest streetcar, a carny in athletics carbuncled the sky.
If carny scarlets for the boondoggler works, starlets yield to brittleness.
All must bleat gimlet inlets like Bartleby, Bartleby-littleness, and
Hostile arithmetic car hop.
Aft frenzy inside minute. And that minuteopens stone. As stone, there is
a town. In that town, thousands of efforts. Which effort might ball up
into the appropriate, tilled land, anxious glacier, even the sped to
store for something at the moment. Does the life of the lost one subsume
while
but at lodge
the trees
faint iffy
crap of on
the treatise
into fields of
graded grass
andrew smite
of naming
gobs of
lunacy
crane deep
in marsh grass
andrea
gizmo
specious
creampuff
listing sward
radical hack
swoon for
names in
harrow gawking
strobe pete jill
lester strum
Lanny Quarles wrote:
prinkivory mranatoads
froam grey trilobyte pretals
through wrarblosuppurational jrellipores
whrich strack up
crortical zrorro crolumns
pressing jramon-star-eagle-platelet books
drown into the wromb-tranked Tradeusz
grib-gribble the hrag-scrallion strewbowled mastlet
Geog Huth on his blog (http://www.dbqp.blogspot.com) mentions David
Baptiste-Chirot's fascinating use of rubbings, and points to an
interview with DBC,
http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/thepixelplus/nhdoublewide2.html. really
cool.
stags of left for which I frame deem were throat wobble, struck as much
cat in the minute that strange language cattle caul. Effort port of
franchise stoops often lateral Basil Bunting joke. Mundane creaminess
alerts the threat of ratso. Piece i n the star wards frenzies enough
chaff stain.
nontenured-type: throne of text/height Content-Transfer-Coding: 8bit
Document Dun titled As an element of our safety measures, we regularly
examine the activity in the papal system. We recently noted the
following exit on your account: We recently received a report/ratio of
an unauthorized
John M. Bennett wrote:
Here are 2 blogs of critical writings/essays/texts by Jim Leftwich:
http://jimleftwichthetextasifsuch.blogspot.com/
This one has a lot on JMB:
http://jimleftwichpoemimagetext.blogspot.com/
Some of the best writing of this kind anywhere, I think. Tho I really
Sit in the light of dog, the noise of lawn, the verb under green, so
much so that losing out is all the timbre of outstanding numbers. Lingo
among penchant, language crowded in river that took away even the total
of landscape, and it adds nothing but. Then your anger resembles the
claim that
others remain
when we
have time
to tell them
others hugged
on top of
verbs that were
hellish
examples
a typical day
lasts into
ports and
playing second
fiddle to
that one clear
in the chance of
handing
I screwed up: this is the poem Briefly
These laden come to pictures. Rough talk from Fu Manchu about luxury and
the eyes of death (registered trademark). Say you live forever, and the
friends that love you stay all night. Do you then contain all elements
of the proverbial world? And when you drink
listserv apparently reads my posts. by mistake I repeated a post with a
different title and that 2nd one was refused.
Allen
IN answer to numerous inquiries that come the poetry, poetry is
explained with that entire feeding in the country hour. IN then is held
from Soviet delegates of laborers revolution after conquering in
retrorocket to Moscow regarding poetry. hour is conquering in all other
centers of The government
this is terrific. you keep writing poems that Keats didn't get to write.
I love the penultimate line.
1. music gang mist tells Psychologies of fang. Wise? Were Psychology's sins
Lasters?
2. Such deer Thighbones won sun's hat with fur svelteness in the den Mouth zoo
deem, washed her negligent weirs.
3. Um... mullein zoo lebensraum, muss man sin in Their odour vein. Got to skein
salt Aristotle.
This fell instituted will bleed Paulo Freire Heiresses, which will meet
11 Tuesdays in my South. arrive lime devoured garden during indoor drill
throw, intending to go.
Institute meets section, confection, posit, poet, wry cross-genre (end
cross gender), including but not anything edgy to present
Lanny Quarles wrote:
forever outside
this inside forever
stone
like
you
the walls where
mountains stood
the rain
in you
would fall
now me
now forever other
this ocean
inside
the walls
outside forever
the stone
in you
now forgotten
we forever
the walls
where stone
has crumbled
we sleep alive
I was living with a picture of Robert Creeley. It's awfully hard to
define in some exclusive manner. In fact, Having begun in thought, Other
kinds of statements of speech are defined. by the way, 'they' give
instructions or make qualifications, something apart from 'them'. Poetry
is an art wherein
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