subject:"the"


I find this pretty amazing - when you broke near the end a few times with
the 'mandy' beginning, it lost me slightly, but then seemed right. the
intensity carries through in this all the way; it seems incredibly real in
spite of, or because of, the structure. I hope you continue with it - Alan


On Wed, 5 Apr 2006, ross wrote:


a word on a screen. mandy is viewed through a glass tank and suspended
in animation all the stories but what the point?

mandy has rings under her eyes, hair down to her shoulders, lips that
are nice. she is not vulnerable but she puts herself in places that
are.

suspended in all the stories but what the point?
cut out the pretty parts.

mandy is a preson who hardly sleeps at night because she does not want
to miss anything. mandy is someone who changes so fast and keeps so
much inside that she hardly exists. mandy is healthy but sick in the
terminal ways that old people are sick, mandy is a girl who goes to
catholic school and played the guitar until her private teacher tried
to get her to undress with his camera. mandy smoked weed laced with
crack and had an experience. mandy ran her hands across a boy's face
in the hallway at school and told him you have a soft face. mandy
dropped out of school. mandy wanted to live in arizona. mandy worked
as a stripper after she graduated. mandy sold shrooms. mandy stole a
card from CVS for her friend's birthday. mandy changed her name. mandy
was a different person. mandy watched her sister's brain shrink. mandy
made her mother worry. mandy made her mother worry that she wouldn't
find a place. mandy was a girl. mandy had sex in a rusty bath tub in a
field in virginia. mandy did experiments. mandy was a scientist and a
computer expert. mandy found a computer out front of somebody's house
in adelphi and took it for her own. mandy checked the computer for
viruses and found one called 'clinger.worm'. mandy named her computer
'rotten fruit' mandy never wanted kids or a house or a car. mandy
exploded off the page. mandy exploded into grace. mandy used to dance.
mandy stopped. mandy sometimes wished she was a boy. mandy dated a
technician who used linux. mandy first asked if that was some kind of
drug and then began to learn. mandy danced with computers and took
what she wanted from the internet. mandy treated internet people with
care and learned from them because they needed someone to talk to.
mandy stopped dating the computer technician. mandy kept going with
the computers. mandy knew that technology could be for everyone. mandy
cried sometimes. mandy figured out how to dial-in to free internet
acccess. mandy felt crazy in her own home. mandy felt safe in her
room. mandy loved the world inside. mandy knew that love wasn't in the
words. mandy felt not catholic guilt. mandy didn't believe in god or
heaven. mandy knew that she'd die too. mandy fought monsters. mandy
went to sleep for a long time. mandy wanted to sleep for longer. mandy
realized that her time awake and time asleep were becoming the same.
mandy wanted a name that would work like a key. mandy had names that
worked like keys on the internet. mandy had a name that people called
her and the name that was secret. mandy thought that two names, one
for other people and one for her private self should be enough for
anyone. mandy learned about these kinds of names from her
ex-boyfriend, the linux guru. they had gotten along well but sometimes
she felt like a martian rover that could only relay information back
to earth indirectly, humans never experiencing firsthand the planet
that could have once supported life but now all that's left are
dried-up river beds and frozen polar ice caps. mandy started to become
decentralized. her personality was already nonlinear but now instead
of moving in a general direction it grew in many directions. adopting
many different fragments of personality instead of thoroughly
integrating. mandy was many things but mandy was definitely drifting
away from her given name. instead of saying things she wrote them in
her notebook because her notebook already knew the previous facts and
could understand her current train of thought. mandy began to think
all the time. mandy knew that theoretical thought was not just for
boys. mandy began to read much more. mandy began to make words appear
on the page. mandy began to make pictures with words (words within
pictures and pictures within words) because pictures alone were not
enough and words alone were not enough. mandy bought a bright pink
dildo and had different kinds of sex with an old friend from
elementary school she had not seen in years. they reconvened on
myspace. mandy believed in chance to some degree but not in
everything. mandy's ex boy friend was still her friend but he became
boring. he sat in his room in his parent's old victorian house with
dog shit on the floor he was too lazy  to clean up and insulin needles
he left around. mandy wasn't sure why but there was a noose of purple
rope next to his desk

good news for Everglades (fwd)


-- Forwarded message --
Date: Wed, 5 Apr 2006 19:10:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gerald Jones [EMAIL PROTECTED]
To: Alan [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Subject: good news for Everglades

Posted on Wed, Apr. 05, 2006  MIAMI HERALD




  EVERGLADES NATIONAL PARK   Everglades superintendent earning high marks   Two 
years into the job, Everglades National Park Superintendent Dan Kimball is 
reviving restoration project.   BY CURTIS MORGAN   [EMAIL PROTECTED]
  BARBARA P. FERNANDEZ/FOR THE MIAMI HERALD
  NATURE CALLS: Everglades National Park Superintendent Dan Kimball has faced a 
half-dozen hurricanes, exploding snakes and a faltering restoration effort, 
among other challenges.

Not long after he'd taken over as superintendent, Dan Kimball was leading a 
tour at Everglades National Park when a flock of cormorants flew over and 
decided to discharge some payload.
 Poop rained on Kimball and his VIP guest, a general in the U.S. Army Corps of 
Engineers, the park's federal partner in the $8.4 billion Everglades 
restoration project. Kimball laughed recalling his own reaction -- not disgust, 
but relief because the splattering had been equally distributed.
 ``It told me we're all in this together. It was a real bonding moment.''
 Two years later, the guano seems an omen of the bigger mess nature would soon 
deliver with back-to-back hurricane seasons that left tens of millions in 
damage to both parks under Kimball's charge, Everglades and Dry Tortugas.
 The unprecedented battering, loss of the landmark Flamingo Lodge and the 
continuing cleanup only piled more onto an already heaping plate. Sprawling 
Everglades National Park, the country's third-largest, faces daunting 
challenges -- lagging congressional support for restoration, encroaching 
suburbia, tight budgets, stagnant attendance and other concerns, from 
controlling giant pythons to handling Cuban migrants at the Tortugas' isolated 
Fort Jefferson.
 GOING ALONG TO GET ALONG
 Though an Everglades newcomer when he arrived, Kimball, 57, has earned high 
marks for guiding the parks through tough times with the same diplomacy and 
humor he showed after that first baptism by the birds.
 ''Dan is a statesman in his relations with a diverse set of people who care 
passionately about the Everglades,'' said John Adornato, Everglades restoration 
program manager for the National Parks Conservation Association.
 ''I couldn't ask for a better counterpart,'' said Carol Ann Wehle, executive 
director of the South Florida Water Management District, the state agency 
co-managing Everglades restoration.
 Under his watch, both Everglades and Tortugas broke logjams on key projects.
 After years of negotiations, the state signed off last year on a 
46-square-mile research reserve inside the boundaries of Dry Tortugas, 
completing the nation's largest no-fishing zones: some 200 square miles of 
pristine waters.
 Last year, the Bush administration and Congress also gave a $60 million 
kick-start to a project Congress approved in 1989 to restore the natural water 
flow to the park's parched eastern side. The project also is intended to ease 
flooding in the 8.5 Square Mile Area and overhaul the Tamiami Trail, long an 
asphalt dam for the River of Grass.
 While credit is shared by dozens of people, Kimball's bosses say he played an 
instrumental role in selling and sealing the deals.
 Kimball called restoring the flows to the park's headwaters of the Shark River 
Slough ``the most important ecosystem restoration project for Everglades 
National Park.''
 ''We've got this thing back on track,'' he said.
 Of course, in the Everglades, few decisions are universally embraced.
 The Miccosukee Tribe complains about ballooning costs and more than 15 years 
of delay in just that one project, while high water kills tree islands on 
tribal lands. Agriculture interests in South Miami-Dade worry about the threat 
of increased flooding from a wetter park. And some environmentalists argue that 
the twin one- and two-mile bridges proposed for Tamiami Trail won't restore 
''sheet flow'' and insist that only an 11-mile skyway -- at $180 million more 
-- will suffice.
 Kimball's priority is pushing restoration forward, out of the bureaucratic 
mire and into actual Everglades muck.
 With some in Congress questioning progress in the Everglades and intense 
infighting for federal dollars, Kimball called it critical to start showing 
that all the money is helping the natural system.
 It's the same pitch Gov. Jeb Bush made two years ago when the state announced 
it would bankroll and take over building $1.5 billion worth of projects in an 
effort to jump-start the stalled restoration effort. Environmentalists remain 
wary, concerned that state managers will take unwise shortcuts to cut costs.
 Kimball agreed it will be a challenge to ensure state projects mesh with 
broader restoration goals, but he believes that if things are ''built in a 
smart way,'' there should be opportunities to fix shortcomings

INTERESTED IN YOUR GODS

2006-04-06 Thread Bjørn Magnhildøen

HELL, I AM MR JOHN UPPERCASE MICHEAL STOP I WILL LIKE TO PURCHASE GODS
IN YOUR STORE AND HAVE THIS QUESTION BELOW FOR YOUR GODS TO ANSWER
STOP 1. DO YOU SHIP TO NIGERIA STOP 2. DO YOU ACCEPT CREDIT CARD (VISA
OR MASTER) AS METHOD OF PAYMENT STOP 3. DO YOU SHIP TO COURIER EXPRESS
LIKE DHL, UPS, USPS STOP IF YOUR GODS ANSWER STOP TO ALL THIS QUESTION
IS YES THEN STOP MAIL ME BACK SOON WITH YOUR GODS STOP WEB SITE OR
ITEM LIST SO THAT I CAN SELECT STOP THE ITEMS NEEDED AND YOUR PHONE
STOP NUMBER WILL BE NEEDED TOO SO WE CAN TALK STOP BETTER NOTE: PLEASE
DO REPLY TO THIS EMAIL ADDRESS STOP THANK YOU VERY MUCH AND GODS STOP
BLESS YOU BEST REGARDS STOP JOHN UPPERCASE MICHEAL END OF TRANSMISSION

Re: The Prospect, Lackadaisical

sugar ray leonard nemoy perversely builds his nautilust from
the dismantled remains of the global war machine manta, a smoky
and gleeful pod of chimerical pines for a home, he reigns
as alphabeast over the tiny misbehaving island of Cyclopian Rocs
where once Sinbad sinned bad, and where Caliph Mickey Mouse
once admitted 'his' Eunicity to Moon Unit Zapata, her huge aloof
skies being investigated by ingestions of Interpretol.


 phanero wrote:

 this verse is a striated heap wherein I'll, in this mantle, well
 up, a thrall to the lupine eye, which, remote and rapacious,
 yokes a pattern so infinitely tiny, spieling, spilling chimerically,
 the skies, the skeins of the misbehaving sisters.

 - Original Message -
 From: Harrison Jeff [EMAIL PROTECTED]
 To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA
 Sent: Wednesday, April 05, 2006 3:55 PM
 Subject: The Prospect, Lackadaisical


 this verse is a strayed hope wherein I'll, dismantled, dwell,
 unenthralled, and like the moon aloof, and with obscured glee,
 upon space raised huge by pines, spelling, alphabetically, the skies



 this verse is a stranded populated stopgap wherein I'll, remandered (the
 hell with Mickey Mantle), tell Interpol of, like the moon's proof, and
 with obdurate spleen, opting space raised to huge pines, spieling, alpha
 male likely, the smoky pod skies

Dante Had Little Personal Helpers, But Henry the 8th Drinks Fanta

Curly white poodles with ceramic George Washington helmet-heads
dream themselves into a perfect face-socket,
an interface which works by thermal transduction;
various sections of the face heating to specific temperatures
to eventually control the drawing of a tattoo needle.

Upon the chest of the 'working class'
a hydro encephalic Christ-baby is crucified, but underneath
there's a caption which reads, This is not a hydro encephalic Christ-baby.

Four-wheelers gather at MUD MOUNTAIN.
Four-wheelers gather at MUD MOUNTAIN.
Four-wheelers gather at MUD MOUNTAIN.
Four-wheelers gather at MUD MOUNTAIN.

It's really too grotesque to depict.

But there's this one guy with an old custom Willy's
with a stock-car motor. They call him Henry the 8th,
because he's always eating a turkey leg. He's always
got a six-pack of orange Fanta because it's even cheaper
than beer. He's got a window on the world, framed in
beef jerky and raw-hide fringe. He's got a Constitution,
because he's a pawless whisker bear afloat in the eyeball
of an eagle. He's just like a gasoline powered goat-head
in the pouch of a weeping Kangaroo, a thorn in Jesus' fore-
head, a coffin full of undead cigarettes, an American Spirit
whose right to be here is codified in law. Hes at Mud Mountain,
but hes the only one there who voted for Willy Clinton, and he did
that by accident.

IBM FORMAT

Watching Das Boot the other night with some hot-assed American
high-school cheerleaders, I was struck by the way they oooh'd
and awed over the blonde young Hitlerians. Maybe these ladies
don't know it, but there was something intrinsically unfriendly
about Hitler. Maybe it was the way, he let you know, basically,
with the right backing, a man can do just about anything he wants,
for better, or for worse. The main underlying message of Hitler
was just that. And that is why Hitler was always already the
anti-Christ, or Anti-Mohammed even, because even though he lost
the war, he put it in everybody's mind: Really, when it comes
right down to it, I can do whatever the fuck I want. I mean, when
the forces are right, a person can basically do whatever the fuck
it is they want to do. This really isn't something you want people
to understand, and this is something the Church has been blindly
blathering on about for centuries. Make them scared, because if
they aren't scared, and know they can do whatever the fuck it
is they want to do, look out! You think Jesus had it bad, Boschs
Hell will look like fucking Disneyland compared to that shit.

The Legalists in China always said Man is intrinsically evil,
if not, then why I am making so much money being a lawyer.
I mean really, I am making a pretty good living because everybody
thinks they can do whatever the fuck it is they want to do.
Even the Emperor knew, he couldn't do exactly the fuck what it
was he wanted to do, he sort of had to coax the ministers.
The Emperor was a totally stupid evil person, but at least he
had some notion of realism, even if it was a realism based
on an attempt to do whatever the fuck it was he wanted to do.

So what I'm getting at is that America is sort of like the
Matrix. You basically can do what the fuck you want to, no
matter if it's good for yourself, or anybody else, even if you dont
really fucking know what the fuck it is you are doing, and when
you imagine not being one of these batteries, when you imagine
waking up as a Jamaican carrot farmer whose family was all
killed by bandits 15 years ago, but love your chickens, when
you imagine being a legless Cambodian orphan forced to beg
outside a bikini factory, but then let's face it, there aren't any bikini
factories in Cambodia. I mean really, what could possibly be more
corrupt than a bikini factory. Shouldn't men and women have to make
their own bikinis, and ideally shouldn't we all be able to
grow back any limb we wanted. Everybody knows that the end
result of all human endeavor is to make things exactly like
a cartoon, so everyone, no matter who they are, can do whatever
the fuck it is they want to do, but do it in such a way that
is has no noticeable consequences of any form at all, ever,
which, when viewed from, say, Alpha Centauri, is exactly what
is going on. I mean none of the really elegant aliens are
ever going to see this old drunk pumpkin. You think the little
gray guys are like really advanced aliens. Those guys are
probably the equivalent of an American Meth head, they go
around schlepping up a few obscure compounds from the nearest
star so they can cook up whatever cross-dimensional hallucinogen
or temporal dilation drug they are hopped up on and then they
chill for a few centuries back at the gelatin hive.. I think people
should come to grips with just how utterly ghetto this galaxy
is..

The only hero I ever had was Silver Surfer. That guy had no illusions.
He was fucked and he knew it. He knew the rules, and he knew how
To break the rules. He was on the lamb from having to be evil.

Plus

He got to see the Magellanic

Wordsworth wanders on to the Shanghai metro

Source: The Guardian (3/17/06): http://www.guardian.co.uk

Wordsworth wanders on to the Shanghai metro
By Jonathan Watts in Beijing

Thirty years ago the posters on the Shanghai public transport system
screamed Maoist slogans. For the past 10 years they have been hard-sell
advertisements for cosmetic surgery clinics and cars. But from next month a
more poetic tone will be struck by verses from Blake, Wordsworth, Michael
Bullock and Kathleen Jamie.

In a sign of changing priorities, the Shanghai metro will display poems by
four British poets in a groundbreaking cultural exchange between the world's
two most popular languages and its oldest and newest subway networks.

Under the deal, which took years to thrash out, the London Underground -
which has displayed poems for 20 years - is displaying lines from some of
China's great wordsmiths: Li Bai, Du Pu [Du Fu?] and Po Chu-i.

Next month the mayor of London, Ken Livingstone, will launch a similar
programme in Shanghai with Wordsworth's Daffodils, Blake's Auguries of
Innocence, Jamie's The Blue Boat and Bullock's Butterfly.

Foregoing thousands of pounds of advertising revenue, the Shanghai metro
will display extracts from these poems on 500 carriage hoardings for at
least two months.

It is the first time that the Shanghai metro has used cultural content from
a foreign country. That is why is took several years, said Jeff Streeter,
cultural and education consul of the British Council in Shanghai. They were
very cautious. They looked at the plan very carefully to make sure it was
suitable.

The Shanghai government employed a literature scholar from Fudan University
to assess whether the exchange was appropriate. In the end the main concern
was not politics, but pessimism.

The poems on the London Underground are always about death, but we want to
create a more comfortable environment for our passengers, said Song
Liqiang, the chief of the Shanghai metro communist party committee. That is
why we chose the four poems we did.

Mr Streeter, a poetry enthusiast, said he wanted the mood to be upbeat.

We want this project to reflect the final stanza of Bullock's poem: 'A
flying flower that changes the colour of my day'.

Copyright Guardian Newspapers Limited

[no subject]

2006-04-06 Thread BjørnMagnhildøen

bi-cep's
http://noemata.net/Bpinihd.jpg

realization there are no contexts

well the art-machines etc automata baroque, now let's just append the stamp

ribbon amstrad invertoga com

bird's flight stwrings are breaken return to carriage nesxt
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Re: The Prospect, Lackadaisical


Lanny Quarles wrote:


sugar ray leonard nemoy perversely builds his nautilust from
the dismantled remains of the global war machine manta, a smoky
and gleeful pod of chimerical pines for a home, he reigns
as alphabeast over the tiny misbehaving island of Cyclopian Rocs
where once Sinbad sinned bad, and where Caliph Mickey Mouse
once admitted 'his' Eunicity to Moon Unit Zapata, her huge aloof
skies being investigated by ingestions of Interpretol.





phanero wrote:




this verse is a striated heap wherein I'll, in this mantle, well
up, a thrall to the lupine eye, which, remote and rapacious,
yokes a pattern so infinitely tiny, spieling, spilling chimerically,
the skies, the skeins of the misbehaving sisters.

- Original Message -
From: Harrison Jeff [EMAIL PROTECTED]
To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA
Sent: Wednesday, April 05, 2006 3:55 PM
Subject: The Prospect, Lackadaisical





this verse is a strayed hope wherein I'll, dismantled, dwell,
unenthralled, and like the moon aloof, and with obscured glee,
upon space raised huge by pines, spelling, alphabetically, the skies







this verse is a stranded populated stopgap wherein I'll, remandered (the
hell with Mickey Mantle), tell Interpol of, like the moon's proof, and
with obdurate spleen, opting space raised to huge pines, spieling, alpha
male likely, the smoky pod skies









sugar ray robinson caruso displayed just the negative amperes that I,
under-enthralled, perceiving rink rats, cooled over briny fires, stemmed
as certain file functions, goggling at the vision of geese in the atria,
present for intense stock exchange, puttering modestly in the garden
near the winch, spying a gross fantasy a-sail on the rumour of seaside
bling, sweating out the lodge, groping thru handbags for the extreme
message doctored late in the day, raising nimoy on theories of dawn of
the deed and exaggerating the potency of pretending to be a wheel, all
the while relating to the exhaustive exchange between one verb tense and
another, always associated with ratchetts

Allan Kaprow, 1927-2006

2006-04-06 Thread Kamen Nedev

Dear all,Allan Kaprow has passed away.Begin forwarded message:From: Reid Wood [EMAIL PROTECTED]Date: 6 de abril de 2006 02:06:46 GMT+02:00To: FLUXLIST@scribble.comSubject: Re: FLUXLIST: Re:Allan KaprowReply-To: FLUXLIST@scribble.com Judith-Thanks for the information - sad news, as more and more of the artists who I feel connected to are leaving us.ReidOn Apr 5, 2006, at 7:44 PM, Judith wrote: Allan Kaprow passed away early this afternoon at home with his family aroundhim.He has been ill for about two years.  A memorial for him will be plannedlater this year.He has influenced many, many people, not just artists, and his memory willbe part of allour lives.  We are diminished by his loss.Judith A. Hoffberg   Kamen Nedevc/Pelayo Nº38, 5º Izda.28004 MadridEspaña(+34) 649 77 80 37[EMAIL PROTECTED]http://emitmedia.blogspot.comhttp://emit.omweb.com

Re: The Prospect, Lackadaisical

sugar ray robinson caruso
sugar ray robinson caruso
go to the lonely valley in your woven palm fedora!
go and sing the tenor part (of Fedora)
while you shadowbox
shadow box the Mantuan Muse of Madness
That Virgilian Anxiousness of tending goats near the ocean
whose thrum and hush
crash and vumm
Bug Jargal a buggy boxer's cortex suite
whose tools lie oxydizzying in the saline immensity
corrupted
useless as a woman
in the bed of a proper pirate

O that you might sing to those cannibals
a song so sweet and empty
so furtive with destiny
that the flame of its cooing breath
might open a window into a world without long-pig

a world in which utterance
representing more than animal mouth noise
might come to mean
a star-light born from within
and kindling a universal brotherhood of wonder

a feeling which would not fade
like the footlights of the theatre
but grow
with each passing day
until in its gnarled unceasing brilliance
it might open itself into a Weird Aeon
where knowing flowed
and burst through the cataracts between us
where finally in that amazing jungle world of hope
birds of paradise
all
would throb
to the glorious izbokbinelda of pure energy

where finally I might be buried
in a white chocolate Yeti-rolls
whose stylized curls mimic'd the feathered
moustaches of Quetzalcoatl in a jade tophat

where finally
sugar ray robinson caruso
might put down for the count
the blackness of the human heart

down onto the canvas
where it belongs
a painting of words
in a fugue-ish ring
whose circle is squared by language's
shipe-shafting mastike
its original error
whose is as Oz
makes an emerald
grown like a gobsmacked
schnoz;

Pow!

w/ hummingbirds for blood..













 Lanny Quarles wrote:

sugar ray leonard nemoy perversely builds his nautilust from
the dismantled remains of the global war machine manta, a smoky
and gleeful pod of chimerical pines for a home, he reigns
as alphabeast over the tiny misbehaving island of Cyclopian Rocs
where once Sinbad sinned bad, and where Caliph Mickey Mouse
once admitted 'his' Eunicity to Moon Unit Zapata, her huge aloof
skies being investigated by ingestions of Interpretol.




phanero wrote:



this verse is a striated heap wherein I'll, in this mantle, well
up, a thrall to the lupine eye, which, remote and rapacious,
yokes a pattern so infinitely tiny, spieling, spilling chimerically,
the skies, the skeins of the misbehaving sisters.

- Original Message -
From: Harrison Jeff [EMAIL PROTECTED]
To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA
Sent: Wednesday, April 05, 2006 3:55 PM
Subject: The Prospect, Lackadaisical




this verse is a strayed hope wherein I'll, dismantled, dwell,
unenthralled, and like the moon aloof, and with obscured glee,
upon space raised huge by pines, spelling, alphabetically, the skies





this verse is a stranded populated stopgap wherein I'll, remandered (the
hell with Mickey Mantle), tell Interpol of, like the moon's proof, and
with obdurate spleen, opting space raised to huge pines, spieling, alpha
male likely, the smoky pod skies







 sugar ray robinson caruso displayed just the negative amperes that I,
 under-enthralled, perceiving rink rats, cooled over briny fires, stemmed
 as certain file functions, goggling at the vision of geese in the atria,
 present for intense stock exchange, puttering modestly in the garden
 near the winch, spying a gross fantasy a-sail on the rumour of seaside
 bling, sweating out the lodge, groping thru handbags for the extreme
 message doctored late in the day, raising nimoy on theories of dawn of
 the deed and exaggerating the potency of pretending to be a wheel, all
 the while relating to the exhaustive exchange between one verb tense and
 another, always associated with ratchetts

Re: Allan Kaprow, 1927-2006

I studied Contemporary Museum Practices, Pomo-Art theory etc
under a man named Jeff Kelley. He wrote one of the main theory books
on Kaprow that is out there. We had Kaprow come through UTA in the 80's
and do an action. At the time I wasn't very impressed, but after reading
more about him over the years, I think he was a pretty fascinating figure.
Sorry to hear about his passing.

lanny

 Dear all,


 Allan Kaprow has passed away.



 Begin forwarded message:

 From: Reid Wood [EMAIL PROTECTED]
 Date: 6 de abril de 2006 02:06:46 GMT+02:00
 To: FLUXLIST@scribble.com
 Subject: Re: FLUXLIST: Re:Allan Kaprow
 Reply-To: FLUXLIST@scribble.com

 Judith-

 Thanks for the information - sad news, as more and more of the
 artists who I feel connected to are leaving us.

 Reid

 On Apr 5, 2006, at 7:44 PM, Judith wrote:

 Allan Kaprow passed away early this afternoon at home with his
 family around
 him.
 He has been ill for about two years.  A memorial for him will be
 planned
 later this year.
 He has influenced many, many people, not just artists, and his
 memory will
 be part of all
 our lives.  We are diminished by his loss.

 Judith A. Hoffberg







 
 Kamen Nedev
 c/Pelayo Nº38, 5º Izda.
 28004 Madrid
 España

 (+34) 649 77 80 37
 [EMAIL PROTECTED]
 http://emitmedia.blogspot.com
 http://emit.omweb.com

Re: The Prospect, Lackadaisical


Lanny Quarles wrote:


sugar ray robinson caruso
sugar ray robinson caruso
go to the lonely valley in your woven palm fedora!
go and sing the tenor part (of Fedora)
while you shadowbox
shadow box the Mantuan Muse of Madness
That Virgilian Anxiousness of tending goats near the ocean
whose thrum and hush
crash and vumm
Bug Jargal a buggy boxer's cortex suite
whose tools lie oxydizzying in the saline immensity
corrupted
useless as a woman
in the bed of a proper pirate

O that you might sing to those cannibals
a song so sweet and empty
so furtive with destiny
that the flame of its cooing breath
might open a window into a world without long-pig

a world in which utterance
representing more than animal mouth noise
might come to mean
a star-light born from within
and kindling a universal brotherhood of wonder

a feeling which would not fade
like the footlights of the theatre
but grow
with each passing day
until in its gnarled unceasing brilliance
it might open itself into a Weird Aeon
where knowing flowed
and burst through the cataracts between us
where finally in that amazing jungle world of hope
birds of paradise
all
would throb
to the glorious izbokbinelda of pure energy

where finally I might be buried
in a white chocolate Yeti-rolls
whose stylized curls mimic'd the feathered
moustaches of Quetzalcoatl in a jade tophat

where finally
sugar ray robinson caruso
might put down for the count
the blackness of the human heart

down onto the canvas
where it belongs
a painting of words
in a fugue-ish ring
whose circle is squared by language's
shipe-shafting mastike
its original error
whose is as Oz
makes an emerald
grown like a gobsmacked
schnoz;

Pow!

w/ hummingbirds for blood..
















Lanny Quarles wrote:




sugar ray leonard nemoy perversely builds his nautilust from
the dismantled remains of the global war machine manta, a smoky
and gleeful pod of chimerical pines for a home, he reigns
as alphabeast over the tiny misbehaving island of Cyclopian Rocs
where once Sinbad sinned bad, and where Caliph Mickey Mouse
once admitted 'his' Eunicity to Moon Unit Zapata, her huge aloof
skies being investigated by ingestions of Interpretol.







phanero wrote:






this verse is a striated heap wherein I'll, in this mantle, well
up, a thrall to the lupine eye, which, remote and rapacious,
yokes a pattern so infinitely tiny, spieling, spilling chimerically,
the skies, the skeins of the misbehaving sisters.

- Original Message -
From: Harrison Jeff [EMAIL PROTECTED]
To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA
Sent: Wednesday, April 05, 2006 3:55 PM
Subject: The Prospect, Lackadaisical







this verse is a strayed hope wherein I'll, dismantled, dwell,
unenthralled, and like the moon aloof, and with obscured glee,
upon space raised huge by pines, spelling, alphabetically, the skies









this verse is a stranded populated stopgap wherein I'll, remandered (the
hell with Mickey Mantle), tell Interpol of, like the moon's proof, and
with obdurate spleen, opting space raised to huge pines, spieling, alpha
male likely, the smoky pod skies











sugar ray robinson caruso displayed just the negative amperes that I,
under-enthralled, perceiving rink rats, cooled over briny fires, stemmed
as certain file functions, goggling at the vision of geese in the atria,
present for intense stock exchange, puttering modestly in the garden
near the winch, spying a gross fantasy a-sail on the rumour of seaside
bling, sweating out the lodge, groping thru handbags for the extreme
message doctored late in the day, raising nimoy on theories of dawn of
the deed and exaggerating the potency of pretending to be a wheel, all
the while relating to the exhaustive exchange between one verb tense and
another, always associated with ratchetts









reply to the cannibals in bas-relief, poke
asymptotes or whatever
ringtone while Sugar Ray
Leonard Nimoy sweats out
factory numerals as a flat rate
base pay overweeing stodgy frce of
umbrella within the gasp of belly up
stronger than a fence of
trees around a neat bucketful
of Walden Pond the miserable excuse
for a glacial backpack
download
more than the last nonsense
string reason on a piano throne
and stop the buttress with wet fees
those who violate the junction
construe overpass nestled in
the roadway past the pond into the
thicket of city structures where
Rays of Robinson beam brightly
and beams of Leonards and even a poky
throb of nifty Nimoy makes
an appearance telltale and
rattled Mickey,
serving billions daily

85/365, John

2006-04-06 Thread Dan Waber

John was the recipient of one of the best Christmas presents I ever
thought up. Newts. There was no apparent logic to the idea, it could
even have failed miserably. But something somehow made it seem right;
and it was.

40 words, 40 years
365 days, 365 people
http://www.logolalia.com/40x365

Re: 85/365, John

2006-04-06 Thread dv

your days  always come forth Dan
-Original message-
From: Dan Waber [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Date: Thu, 06 Apr 2006 13:02:31 +0200
To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA
Subject: 85/365, John

 John was the recipient of one of the best Christmas presents I ever
 thought up. Newts. There was no apparent logic to the idea, it could
 even have failed miserably. But something somehow made it seem right;
 and it was.

 40 words, 40 years
 365 days, 365 people
 http://www.logolalia.com/40x365

review of the dance /w Foofwa -


If anyone's interested - here is the first review of the dance I worked on
with Foofwa d'Imobilite's group in Geneva. Apparently some people thought
this was the best piece FdI has done!

-
http://www.tdg.ch/tghome/toute_l_info_test/culture_societe/foofwa__06_04_.html

- Alan

Re: review of the dance /w Foofwa -

2006-04-06 Thread dv

hip hip!!

-Original message-
From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Date: Thu, 06 Apr 2006 13:37:30 +0200
To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA
Subject: review of the dance /w Foofwa -

 If anyone's interested - here is the first review of the dance I worked on
 with Foofwa d'Imobilite's group in Geneva. Apparently some people thought
 this was the best piece FdI has done!

 -
 http://www.tdg.ch/tghome/toute_l_info_test/culture_societe/foofwa__06_04_.html

 - Alan

reminder - last few days

2006-04-06 Thread cris cheek


circulated this a couple of weeks back - some great work arriving here

this a reminder for those who said they would send work or were
interested and might not have remembered what the deadline was

no too l8 for overseas but with the north americas keep 'em coming

h u n d r e d s  will be launched at p o s t _ m o o t

more on  p o s t _ m o o t in the next few days

_

call for h u n d r e d s

a new occasional magazine produced and circulated through assemblage

this call is made by cris cheek and WIlliam Howe

what to send:

1 sheet of double-sided 8.5 x 11 inches (think of that double-
sidedness as part of your piece)

pls send 300 copies of that double-sided piece

any colored pages are welcome

DEADLINE: Monday 10th of April (this is absolutely the last day)

h u n d r e d s will be collated and bound in a card cover before
being distributed

LAUNCH DATE: Saturday 15th April (as part of 'post moot' more info to
follow momentarily)

each contributor will receive one copy of h u n d r e d s

WHERE TO SEND IT:

c/o cris cheek - 101 Oberlin CT. Oxford. Ohio 45056 USA

c/o William Howe  -  4724 Bonham Road


h u n d r e d s   -  as in a measure of land, and there will be three
hundred of them and . . .

(with apologies for cross-posting)

Re: INTERESTED IN YOUR GODS

2006-04-06 Thread ross

GODS' BLESSINGS, PLEASE DON'T EVER LET THEMSTOP.On 4/6/06, Bjørn Magnhildøen [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
HELL, I AM MR JOHN UPPERCASE MICHEAL STOP I WILL LIKE TO PURCHASE GODSIN YOUR STORE AND HAVE THIS QUESTION BELOW FOR YOUR GODS TO ANSWER
STOP 1. DO YOU SHIP TO NIGERIA STOP 2. DO YOU ACCEPT CREDIT CARD (VISAOR MASTER) AS METHOD OF PAYMENT STOP 3. DO YOU SHIP TO COURIER EXPRESSLIKE DHL, UPS, USPS STOP IF YOUR GODS ANSWER STOP TO ALL THIS QUESTION
IS YES THEN STOP MAIL ME BACK SOON WITH YOUR GODS STOP WEB SITE ORITEM LIST SO THAT I CAN SELECT STOP THE ITEMS NEEDED AND YOUR PHONESTOP NUMBER WILL BE NEEDED TOO SO WE CAN TALK STOP BETTER NOTE: PLEASEDO REPLY TO THIS EMAIL ADDRESS STOP THANK YOU VERY MUCH AND GODS STOP
BLESS YOU BEST REGARDS STOP JOHN UPPERCASE MICHEAL END OF TRANSMISSION

On 4/6/06, Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
I find this pretty amazing - when you broke near the end a few times withthe 'mandy' beginning, it lost me slightly, but then seemed right. theintensity carries through in this all the way; it seems incredibly real in
spite of, or because of, the structure. I hope you continue with it - AlanThank you and I will. This is a sample from my Nanowrimo 2005. I'm going to try to develop the character more.. Will keep you informed!
-RossOn Wed, 5 Apr 2006, ross wrote: a word on a screen. mandy is viewed through a glass tank and suspended
in animation all the stories but what the point? mandy has rings under her eyes, hair down to her shoulders, lips that are nice. she is not vulnerable but she puts herself in places that
are. suspended in all the stories but what the point? cut out the pretty parts. mandy is a preson who hardly sleeps at night because she does not want to miss anything. mandy is someone who changes so fast and keeps so
much inside that she hardly exists. mandy is healthy but sick in the terminal ways that old people are sick, mandy is a girl who goes to catholic school and played the guitar until her private teacher tried
to get her to undress with his camera. mandy smoked weed laced with crack and had an experience. mandy ran her hands across a boy's face in the hallway at school and told him you have a soft face. mandy
dropped out of school. mandy wanted to live in arizona. mandy worked as a stripper after she graduated. mandy sold shrooms. mandy stole a card from CVS for her friend's birthday. mandy changed her name. mandy
was a different person. mandy watched her sister's brain shrink. mandy made her mother worry. mandy made her mother worry that she wouldn't find a place. mandy was a girl. mandy had sex in a rusty bath tub in a
field in virginia. mandy did experiments. mandy was a scientist and a computer expert. mandy found a computer out front of somebody's house in adelphi and took it for her own. mandy checked the computer for
viruses and found one called 'clinger.worm'. mandy named her computer 'rotten fruit' mandy never wanted kids or a house or a car. mandy exploded off the page. mandy exploded into grace. mandy used to dance.
mandy stopped. mandy sometimes wished she was a boy. mandy dated a technician who used linux. mandy first asked if that was some kind of drug and then began to learn. mandy danced with computers and took
what she wanted from the internet. mandy treated internet people with care and learned from them because they needed someone to talk to. mandy stopped dating the computer technician. mandy kept going with
the computers. mandy knew that technology could be for everyone. mandy cried sometimes. mandy figured out how to dial-in to free internet acccess. mandy felt crazy in her own home. mandy felt safe in her
room. mandy loved the world inside. mandy knew that love wasn't in the words. mandy felt not catholic guilt. mandy didn't believe in god or heaven. mandy knew that she'd die too. mandy fought monsters. mandy
went to sleep for a long time. mandy wanted to sleep for longer. mandy realized that her time awake and time asleep were becoming the same. mandy wanted a name that would work like a key. mandy had names that
worked like keys on the internet. mandy had a name that people called her and the name that was secret. mandy thought that two names, one for other people and one for her private self should be enough for
anyone. mandy learned about these kinds of names from her ex-boyfriend, the linux guru. they had gotten along well but sometimes she felt like a martian rover that could only relay information back
to earth indirectly, humans never experiencing firsthand the planet that could have once supported life but now all that's left are dried-up river beds and frozen polar ice caps. mandy started to become
decentralized. her personality was already nonlinear but now instead of moving in a general direction it grew in many directions. adopting many different fragments of personality instead of thoroughly
integrating. mandy was many things but mandy was definitely drifting away from her given name. instead of saying things she wrote them in her notebook because her notebook already knew the previous facts and
could understand her current train of thought. mandy began to think all the time. mandy knew that theoretical thought was not just for boys. mandy began to read much more. mandy began to make words appear
on the page. mandy began to make pictures with words (words within pictures and pictures within words) because pictures alone were not enough and words alone were not enough. mandy bought a bright pink
dildo and had different kinds of sex with an old friend from elementary school she had not seen in years. they reconvened on myspace. mandy believed in chance to some degree but not in everything. mandy's ex boy friend was still her friend but he became
boring. he sat in his room in his

C age, F ans

2006-04-06 Thread John M. Bennett



 
C age

mat meat ,spand lore ,bile towel shed a
cusp id trundle off the sp atter lake yr
sammich ringer c age co apsed ,s hocking
h eel s and d ng .t e reeking w ve ah
d ump g ush ,le king door !napsy sh dhow
of yr ste k face ,washed ,asleep ,aglow ,stinks
 


F ans

nake an seep an dumpk an k not an c himp an
c ease the jab er foaming true eh smo king j aw
log ,pie rabid as yr bouncing in the soup krill
.dust you weight an ,c hang go re ,d umbg s
creen ing s hades the cage o xtian tur ds an
mus le ekup !eh long fans crashing in the corners

John M. Bennett

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Curator, Avant Writing Collection
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The Ohio State University Libraries
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G lance, S pinner

2006-04-06 Thread John M. Bennett



 
G lance

chur ink true eh heels wh ite p ants y
ou gauged the gouge stee red spotty like yr
toe cuff caught ,b laze into the floo d yr
pore shirt ,g lance how l ,bee med a s hoe yr
cum ulus trance .pear l inside yr cheek yr
s hape lifter clotted doubt lushed against you, milk y

 

S pinner

sto p c lappers t hat you s pent w hipping
loomers chuddered in the lost soup caps of
leap tor n jumpers laying out heap h eap ,s
hit the tow er ,b rave the s pinners in yr
f o g gun .che w the as h g laze in t
he bowls gut as leep against the c hair l egg

John M. Bennett

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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
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[grcet imyfa]

2006-04-06 Thread Jukka-Pekka Kervinen

[grcet imyfa]

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   b  a   [braid]  m eie f  l  s cg n
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 l  u [churl]   on ptys  m i r   e
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cj h  [slash]moic ncs l   y ela
  2   [knead]egse o 0   n   0   t o
   i  f   [penal]  rsftc32   eu
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   oul  s [blank]tr  e   l t  e

Re: test

2006-04-06 Thread Lucio Agra

taestosteronics - mc hammer - hummer man - hum bomb!On 4/5/06, Halvard Johnson [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
killed aesthetesArt is not a mirror held up to reality,but a hammer with which to shape it.
--Bertolt BrechtHalvard Johnson[EMAIL PROTECTED]http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard
http://entropyandme.blogspot.comhttp://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com
http://www.hamiltonstone.orgOn Apr 4, 2006, at 12:49 PM, Steve Dalachinsky wrote: skilled aesthetes

Re: INTERESTED IN YOUR GODS

2006-04-06 Thread david divizio

we god
your girlfriend too ~
  out tenuous nigh
   Ego lot


--- Bjørn Magnhildøen [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:

 HELL, I AM MR JOHN UPPERCASE MICHEAL STOP I WILL
 LIKE TO PURCHASE GODS
 IN YOUR STORE AND HAVE THIS QUESTION BELOW FOR YOUR
 GODS TO ANSWER
 STOP 1. DO YOU SHIP TO NIGERIA STOP 2. DO YOU ACCEPT
 CREDIT CARD (VISA
 OR MASTER) AS METHOD OF PAYMENT STOP 3. DO YOU SHIP
 TO COURIER EXPRESS
 LIKE DHL, UPS, USPS STOP IF YOUR GODS ANSWER STOP TO
 ALL THIS QUESTION
 IS YES THEN STOP MAIL ME BACK SOON WITH YOUR GODS
 STOP WEB SITE OR
 ITEM LIST SO THAT I CAN SELECT STOP THE ITEMS NEEDED
 AND YOUR PHONE
 STOP NUMBER WILL BE NEEDED TOO SO WE CAN TALK STOP
 BETTER NOTE: PLEASE
 DO REPLY TO THIS EMAIL ADDRESS STOP THANK YOU VERY
 MUCH AND GODS STOP
 BLESS YOU BEST REGARDS STOP JOHN UPPERCASE MICHEAL
 END OF TRANSMISSION



d^Vizio

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Re: The Prospect, Lackadaisical


Gradiva, Grad-Ivan,
The terrible poke-weed you salad
is such as Vulcan's mulch
seen uncommonly as that
strange foot you may find
attractive

who knows what lurks
in the starships of mien
on these intramercurial
flights of phancy

Urbain Le Verrier
You were the curve
of these pointy ears

You were the Esperanto Witch Kirk
not of Dungb nuox
working your forked klang on
into the ministry of Thor's ode
The Los-psi blacksmith
whose portrait by Linnel
featured an eggish brow
wicked as a dew-drop
among stratospheric zombies
of pure cloud, a spy for
fun, weighing in to be
judged, a featherweight
in a heavy metal hottentottub
whose body-snatching ulcer
nearly robbed the world
of a logical symbolon
a Zhou-Li folded out
like a parasol, a flaellum
of whimsical leaves
a domed xanadu
of stringy brains

Kubla Khan wore onions,
Boss Tweed ate shirts,
Tristan and Iseult need bossa nova
(foam end the revolution!!!),
Gawain and the gangrene night sips plum whine,
and la belle dame sans Mersey Beat (repent
repent, or rinse and repeat) gets jiggy without

then lo! (not J-Lo, would that the cushions
of society could last), I said unto Scotty,
refer to your most septic atomic
wanderlust, me laddie, inside
the minute stars and starlets versed in probed
and goners and what next week may bring

and he saith unto me (hoot mon) be auk
back at you and featherless, and he drove
the real rocket into meaningless squares of flat universe
whilst I, probable, and about to anoint toast,
remind myself that sorties amongst those
pre-Raphaelites in the next sector must
settle some claim, and indeed Jeff (viz.)Harrison is
confirmed of punctuation (!!), and I
as a whippet travesty besqueak the ordinance
after reflection and condone, and this Quarles
character just happened with deadly rinse or
prongs associated with Cardassians,
heliopods? quogga? rapsheet???
what evs, and Spock fucks
with some switches, twirls a couple
of eyebrows, sends sausages of ethos humour
out of his gasbag, warns Sulu of great auks and
smiles on the feet of Uhuru, meanwhile on
another platter far far from here, Kirk
grows over the smoky remains of mescal,
or Aztec maybe? or at least he had an inkling,
while laying a framework for a conditioned response,
suitably intellectual and mindbent (sort of like
Blue Cheer in a garden and it is summertime
you asshole), but further than that let us wait
till some frantic television inscape
corrects the marginal comfortably,
this tube shall pass

--LQ and AHB continuing past the 5 post limit--

i.m. Raphe Malik

2006-04-06 Thread Gerald Schwartz




i. m. Raphe 
Malik

To begin

when I'm weary  can't decide

an answer to a bewildering question

I ask his music for its opinion...

And the answer is always

immediate and clear.

 I asked "Hightail" if I 
should

take a job

And it answered with its

tigered orange  blacks

high above rooftops

swept billowing in breezes

among golden leaves

And I knew I had my answer.

 I asked "Invocation: Spiel 
City" if I

should pick up and move to a new town

and it answered with:

an innersong of a thrush

Venus in ascendance

halftones of reality

specifics of the imaginary

the particolor of it all

And I knew I had my answer.

 I asked "Chaser" how 
I

might make it through allmy ages

And it answered with:

reflect on piled-up cumuli

the koi's snap for crumbs

each afternoon's surrounds

 thread the maze ripe to seize

And I knew I had my answer.

 I asked "Dominant 
Predicate" what kind

of a father I might make

And it answered with:

learn and then and only then

teach the robin's egg sky

hold candles to firework's raised

riddle it out come to 
terms

re-read every scale

And I knew I had my answer.

 I asked "Civilization after 
Coltrane"

about the future of the world

And it answered with:

Part the night of orbs in galaxies

those congeries of word and light

eavesdrop OTHER civilizations

a-prism every heartbeat there

and hang your Helios

beneath the monkey-puzzle tree

AND I KNEW I HAD MY ANSWER!


Always, his music plays

for me in unison in wisdom--

each song shakingits head

and smiling--

"Whatever leads to joy...

since afterall, so much of it is these 
days,

in such short supply"

they always answer.

And whatever his music says I'll do.



Gerald Schwartz

Re: i.m. Raphe Malik


Gerald Schwartz wrote:

nice poem, Gerald. nice too to see you posting.

Allen

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as god is my witness i am invisible


as god is my witness i am invisible

vanquished every second from the presence of sight
evanescent site and languorous possession
god is my witness and god will lean back
god's breath is visible through eyes shut tight
at the center of every lotus my empty hands
my bony hands my hands of many bones

my hands are insatiable my hands drink the sound of the world
they strangle young peddlers and seize their bread and water
these words write themselves in the sound of an unknown language
the steep road passes through jungles of iridescent flowers
my palms press my eyes my eyes press my palms
unseeing unlooking unsounding the presence of hearing
the presence in the sight of god of an always dying man

Re: as god is my witness i am invisible

2006-04-06 Thread Sheila Murphy

Wow, Alan. Thank you.Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:  as god is my witness i am invisiblevanquished every second from the presence of sightevanescent site and languorous possessiongod is my witness and god will lean backgod's breath is visible through eyes shut tightat the center of every lotus my empty handsmy bony hands my hands of many bonesmy hands are insatiable my hands drink the sound of the worldthey strangle young peddlers and seize their bread and waterthese words write themselves in the sound of an unknown languagethe steep road passes through jungles of iridescent flowersmy palms press my eyes my eyes press my palmsunseeing unlooking unsounding the presence of hearingthe presence in the sight of god of an always dying man

mimesis toned

2006-04-05 Thread Sheila Murphy

mimesis tonedmakes water patently unsafe unsat  until the gilding wafer chills hosanna perks  if I were eternal and you were the gravy  as if (only) and and andwatch me mom watch me watch  the water rhymes hydroponically  the jet the fuel oil the integra parked  poolside promise me you'll neverand I'll elbow my way out of within  earshot while you safe your way  . . . these premises are draining   me of rain and matchstick piercingslo mein goes my stash of pinking  shears loquacity brings on   cemented sugar and the implants  drown their place known purelyas a segue and a sugared shoulder  to refrain from while my darling   leaflet's spun to feast upon
 the elderberry something all noonvortex while a person points  a camera at the reddest rock  in human agitation pacting  with the promptsat homeamongimpromptu estrangements   where the body dims the mind  light inan electedsort of waywardness   complete with chisel and despairsheila e. murphy

2C-sphanx with terminal slouch

2006-04-05 Thread phanero


gsv hvxklw xknrlt


gfilrlt zlw gfilrlt rl gsv drwvlrlt tbiv
gsv uzoxkl xzllkg svzi gsv uzoxklvi;
gsrlth uzoo zjzig; gsv xvlgiv xzllkg skow;
nviv zlzixsb rh okkhvw fjkl gsv dkiow,
gsv yokkwewrnnvw grwv rh okkhvw, zlw vevibdsviv
gsv xvivnklb ku rllkxvlxv rh wikdlvw;
gsv yvhg ozxp zoo xklerxgrkl, dsrov gsv dkihg
ziv ufoo ku jzhhrklzgv rlgvlhrgb.

hfivob hknv ivevozgrkl rh zg szlw;
hfivob gsv hvxklw xknrlt rh zg szlw.
gsv hvxklw xknrltn sziwob ziv gskhv dkiwh kfg
dsvl z ezhg rnztv kfg ku hjrirgfh nflwr
gikfyovh nb hrtsg; hknvdsviv rl hzlwh ku gsv wvhvig
z hszjv drgs orkl ykwb zlw gsv svzw ku z nzl,
z tzav yozlp zlw jrgrovhh zh gsv hfl,
rh nkerlt rgh hokd gsrtsh, dsrov zoo zykfg rg
ivvo hszwkdh ku rlwrtlzlg wvhvig yriwh.
gsv wziplvhh wikjh ztzrl; yfg lkd r plkd
gszg gdvlgb xvlgfirvh ku hgklb hovvj
dviv evcvw gk lrtsgnziv yb z ikxprlt xizwov,
zlw dszg ikfts yvzhg, rgh skfi xknv ikflw zg ozhg,
hokfxsvh gkdziwh yvgsovsvn gk yv ykil?

all we gonna do


Say it so I will not go
sound goes off the edge
of the rocket into the reaches of sky
it meant we'd love some new president
Eroding around here
feel inclined to blow my mind
The different cliffs off of which we fall
seem similar to any sorting of trouble
I hope no one hangs around
one more little song is all we gonna do
Saints alive you're saying Walk in squares
It's a long way down including probable cause
and supposing you are down?
Who goes that way without relief?
August pairings of words become
natural resilience in the face of language
Perhaps a verb will illustrate the motion of this fall
We were not ready to travel sand bars today
which just goes to show you
The hid are out out for the year
It's a lot of face A lot of crank air
Get hung up feed the ducks with a bun
this is called the farewell song written by sam
Get over there man alright ok
They all come out to groove about
Being nice and having fun in the sun
Practical like stayed back when the wind
roughed up the plenitude staying put
turn the lights off carry me home
hey uh I think the iron butterfly’s on next
Keep your head still I'll be your thrill
the night will go on my little red mill
You'll be at my show all we gonna do

vintage blue


AHB: I suspect that every text in an unknown alphabet is a poem. In
ibThe Pound Era/b/i Kenner points out a passage in Shakespeare
that gets misinterpreted nowadays because people aren't aware that the
term igolden boys/i refers to dandelions (don't make me hunt out the
book, just trust me). I don't know how a foreign Billy Collins would
look to me compared to a foreign Clark Coolidge. Presumably stanzaic
poetry is still stanzaic in Cyrillic.I think the reading of such texts
would free the texts of meaning. Unless the reader was wicked good at
code-breaking, and detect the patterns in this unknown alphabet, the
reader could make whatever out of the written shapes. I don't know if
we're to credit Gaudier-Brzeska's ability to read ideograms with no
prior knowledge. It sound nice. Maybe he was just riffing. Your
questions really just put me back on my heels. Translations very often
leave me dissatisfied. I'd rather read Pound's Chinese translations,
which he wasn't shy abut changing for his own purposes, than the perhaps
more scholarly, but dry, Arthur Waley ones. And I don't like the ones
Amy Lowell was involved with, garnished with flowers. I think my point
is that the translation should be poetic, and likewise the readers
reading of an unknown alphabet. Poetic, that is, rather than 'accurate'.
We have the example of abstract painting whereby the forms on the canvas
are what they are not what they seem. Thus, I suppose, if you give me a
Cyrillic text, I'm going to see isomething/i, influenced by whatever
is present in me at the time (Rorschach test?).are such question as you
posed above ones that you frequently ponder?

Re: vintage blue


crap, sent to wrong place. potentially makes more sense as part of Antic
View blog.

p o s t_m o o t

2006-04-05 Thread justin . katko

p o s t _ m o o t
a convocation of unorthodox cultural and poetic practicesApril 14-16. 2006

Miami University. Oxford. Ohioperformances,
discussions, screenings, papers and book launches (h u n d r e d s /
Slack Buddha, Plantarchy, tnwk (the books chapters 6-7),Some Assembly Required)

http://plantarchy.us/post_moot.html


PARTICIPANTSMichael Basinski 
_Brian Marina Brown _Peter Castaldo 
_Rachel Chase _ cris cheek 
_Steph Elstrow _ K. Lorraine Graham 
_Alan Golding _Kevin R. Hollo 
_L.A. Howe _William R. Howe _ Jackie Kari_Justin Katko 
_Claire Keys_Steven Paul Lansky 
_Kirsten Lavers 
_Mel Nichols _Tom Orange _CamillePaloque-Bergès 
_Nicole Proctor 
_Jim Reiss_ Linda Russo 
_ Jessica Smith 
_ Rachel Smith _Rod Smith _Joshua Strauss 
_TNWK 
_Rodrigo Toscano _Keith Tuma 
_Mark Wallace 
_Leigh Waltz _Tyrone Williams 
_Aaren Yandrich _Jason Zeh 
_the
formulation of post moot emerged from several conversations seeking to
bring together an opportune fold of practitioners for whom the
possibilities of poetry as agency in contemporary society remains a
passionate concernthese
practitioners blur simplistic demarcations between influential
performances for the production and circulation of poetry(s) —
teaching, archiving, bookselling, editing, researching, social
activism, eventing, and curating. this is in addition to their daily
practicewe mean the above to include diverse media and ephemeral modes of production 
*we
wanted to create a mooting place (ok, a moot) for conversations and
exchange, a convocation — part festival, part symposium, part
conference, part discussion, part celebration, part . . . trepidationMoot. n.
Pronunciation: 'müt. Etymology: Middle English, from Old English mOt,
gemOt; akin to Middle High German muoze meeting, an encounter. Also:
talking; the discussion of a hypothetical caseMoot. 
tv.
1 a : to bring up for discussion : BROACH b : DEBATE. 2 : to discuss
from a legal standpoint : ARGUE. Also: to speak; to converse; to
complain, murmur; to say; to utter; to argue; to plead; to discuss; to
raise or bring forward; to dig up; to dig up by the roots; to dig out;
unearth; to fashion; to open to discussion; to propose; to mutter; to
utterMoot. adj
.
1 a : open to question : DEBATABLE b : subjected to discussion :
DISPUTED. 2 : deprived of practical significance : made abstract or
purely academicit
has been fashioned in a DIY make-do spirit and at short notice to catch
the air of a moment. everybody doing something is doing so just for the
craicmoot is a board game that consists of what are considered tough questions about the etymology of english words
mooter is a web search engine whose strapline reads 'the power of relevance'
p
o s t_m o o t in terms of relevance and power then: in the context of
what has been in recent years almost an orgy of declarations of post
this or post that, desperate attempts to demarkthe
post-ness of our situation is what is under discussion. we're
interested in how we got here, but we're AS interested if not more
interested in where we're going. post moot is neither a port of
embarkation nor of disembarkation in the sense of journeys and
destinations, the prioritizations of going to and coming fromit is not so much the moot that is post but the post that is moot

— cris, jUStin,  William 
- - - 
*
including but not limited to live-writing, performance art,
choreographic poetics, kinetic poems, movement poems, site-specific
 -responsive language installations, book/objects, artists books,
writerly books, projected writing, cyber-poetries, video-poetries,
concrete, visual, sound poetries, sound environments, radio poetry,
networked media,  etc
for more info:
http://plantarchy.us/post_moot.html

Re: test

2006-04-05 Thread Halvard Johnson


killed aesthetes


Art is not a mirror held up to reality,
 but a hammer with which to shape it.
 --Bertolt Brecht

Halvard Johnson

[EMAIL PROTECTED]
http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard
http://entropyandme.blogspot.com
http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com
http://www.hamiltonstone.org

On Apr 4, 2006, at 12:49 PM, Steve Dalachinsky wrote:


skilled aesthetes

by the way

2006-04-05 Thread Dirk Vekemans




thanks abundantly, 
allove 2 u

i wryte to you (mandy)

2006-04-05 Thread ross

a word on a screen. mandy is viewed through a glass tank and suspended
in animation all the stories but what the point?

mandy has rings under her eyes, hair down to her shoulders, lips that
are nice. she is not vulnerable but she puts herself in places that
are.

suspended in all the stories but what the point?
cut out the pretty parts.

mandy is a preson who hardly sleeps at night because she does not want
to miss anything. mandy is someone who changes so fast and keeps so
much inside that she hardly exists. mandy is healthy but sick in the
terminal ways that old people are sick, mandy is a girl who goes to
catholic school and played the guitar until her private teacher tried
to get her to undress with his camera. mandy smoked weed laced with
crack and had an experience. mandy ran her hands across a boy's face
in the hallway at school and told him you have a soft face. mandy
dropped out of school. mandy wanted to live in arizona. mandy worked
as a stripper after she graduated. mandy sold shrooms. mandy stole a
card from CVS for her friend's birthday. mandy changed her name. mandy
was a different person. mandy watched her sister's brain shrink. mandy
made her mother worry. mandy made her mother worry that she wouldn't
find a place. mandy was a girl. mandy had sex in a rusty bath tub in a
field in virginia. mandy did experiments. mandy was a scientist and a
computer expert. mandy found a computer out front of somebody's house
in adelphi and took it for her own. mandy checked the computer for
viruses and found one called 'clinger.worm'. mandy named her computer
'rotten fruit' mandy never wanted kids or a house or a car. mandy
exploded off the page. mandy exploded into grace. mandy used to dance.
mandy stopped. mandy sometimes wished she was a boy. mandy dated a
technician who used linux. mandy first asked if that was some kind of
drug and then began to learn. mandy danced with computers and took
what she wanted from the internet. mandy treated internet people with
care and learned from them because they needed someone to talk to.
mandy stopped dating the computer technician. mandy kept going with
the computers. mandy knew that technology could be for everyone. mandy
cried sometimes. mandy figured out how to dial-in to free internet
acccess. mandy felt crazy in her own home. mandy felt safe in her
room. mandy loved the world inside. mandy knew that love wasn't in the
words. mandy felt not catholic guilt. mandy didn't believe in god or
heaven. mandy knew that she'd die too. mandy fought monsters. mandy
went to sleep for a long time. mandy wanted to sleep for longer. mandy
realized that her time awake and time asleep were becoming the same.
mandy wanted a name that would work like a key. mandy had names that
worked like keys on the internet. mandy had a name that people called
her and the name that was secret. mandy thought that two names, one
for other people and one for her private self should be enough for
anyone. mandy learned about these kinds of names from her
ex-boyfriend, the linux guru. they had gotten along well but sometimes
she felt like a martian rover that could only relay information back
to earth indirectly, humans never experiencing firsthand the planet
that could have once supported life but now all that's left are
dried-up river beds and frozen polar ice caps. mandy started to become
decentralized. her personality was already nonlinear but now instead
of moving in a general direction it grew in many directions. adopting
many different fragments of personality instead of thoroughly
integrating. mandy was many things but mandy was definitely drifting
away from her given name. instead of saying things she wrote them in
her notebook because her notebook already knew the previous facts and
could understand her current train of thought. mandy began to think
all the time. mandy knew that theoretical thought was not just for
boys. mandy began to read much more. mandy began to make words appear
on the page. mandy began to make pictures with words (words within
pictures and pictures within words) because pictures alone were not
enough and words alone were not enough. mandy bought a bright pink
dildo and had different kinds of sex with an old friend from
elementary school she had not seen in years. they reconvened on
myspace. mandy believed in chance to some degree but not in
everything. mandy's ex boy friend was still her friend but he became
boring. he sat in his room in his parent's old victorian house with
dog shit on the floor he was too lazy  to clean up and insulin needles
he left around. mandy wasn't sure why but there was a noose of purple
rope next to his desk hanging from a pipe near the ceiling. the
computer he and mandy had built together became choked with porn and
stupid shit. mandy needed some data she had backed up onto his
computer which she had lost in her first big crash but she did not
want to go to his house. his mother would be too nice and he would be
too hospitable and smelly

The Prospect, Lackadaisical

2006-04-05 Thread Harrison Jeff


this verse is a strayed hope wherein I'll, dismantled, dwell,
unenthralled, and like the moon aloof, and with obscured glee,
upon space raised huge by pines, spelling, alphabetically, the skies

Re: The Prospect, Lackadaisical


Harrison Jeff wrote:


this verse is a strayed hope wherein I'll, dismantled, dwell,
unenthralled, and like the moon aloof, and with obscured glee,
upon space raised huge by pines, spelling, alphabetically, the skies



nice--sounds Romantic but reads modern (or what the hell word is better
than that)

Allen

Re: The Prospect, Lackadaisical

2006-04-05 Thread phanero

this verse is a striated heap wherein I'll, in this mantle, well
up, a thrall to the lupine eye, which, remote and rapacious,
yokes a pattern so infinitely tiny, spieling, spilling chimerically,
the skies, the skeins of the misbehaving sisters.

- Original Message -
From: Harrison Jeff [EMAIL PROTECTED]
To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA
Sent: Wednesday, April 05, 2006 3:55 PM
Subject: The Prospect, Lackadaisical

this verse is a strayed hope wherein I'll, dismantled, dwell,
unenthralled, and like the moon aloof, and with obscured glee,
upon space raised huge by pines, spelling, alphabetically, the skies

Re: The Prospect, Lackadaisical


phanero wrote:


this verse is a striated heap wherein I'll, in this mantle, well
up, a thrall to the lupine eye, which, remote and rapacious,
yokes a pattern so infinitely tiny, spieling, spilling chimerically,
the skies, the skeins of the misbehaving sisters.

- Original Message -
From: Harrison Jeff [EMAIL PROTECTED]
To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA
Sent: Wednesday, April 05, 2006 3:55 PM
Subject: The Prospect, Lackadaisical



this verse is a strayed hope wherein I'll, dismantled, dwell,
unenthralled, and like the moon aloof, and with obscured glee,
upon space raised huge by pines, spelling, alphabetically, the skies





this verse is a stranded populated stopgap wherein I'll, remandered (the
hell with Mickey Mantle), tell Interpol of, like the moon's proof, and
with obdurate spleen, opting space raised to huge pines, spieling, alpha
male likely, the smoky pod skies

The Agency of Discourse.............

2006-04-05 Thread Peter Ciccariello

The 
Agency of Discoursehttp://tinyurl.com/nah8z-- Peter Ciccariello
http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/

Re: the teeth scrapings of a fictional charlatan

2006-04-05 Thread Peter Ciccariello

Intense!-PeterOn 4/5/06, phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
the teeth scrapings of a fictional charlatanhttp://www.phaneronoemikon.org/images/3d/chagum.jpgor another set prop (perhaps an image in a waiting room) for
The Microbe Merchant, or the Girl w/ the Ovaries(Henry Ceard and H. de Weindel, 1898)This was the first of offensive Grand Guignol dramasthat truly shocked newspaper critics.A well-meaning doctor pretends to be a charlatan.
He sells two would-be poisoners fake poison,and refuses to remove a young woman's ovariessimply to make her 'safe for love'.. The poisonersreturn and threaten to call the police. the young ladymarries the fake fake-doctor.

Re: The Agency of Discourse.............

2006-04-05 Thread Lanny Quarles

this is friggin gorgeous..
i was listening to Gerald Grisey's l'espaces acoustique
this afternoon.. this certainly goes well with that
stuff.. the textures have a very realistic feel
to them and the font selections interfere in delicate
ways with the contours of the forms

the idea which seems implicit is a kind of musico-spatial post-writing
in which content arises from the action of the gaze interpreting,
interacting w/the composition and its various mappings.. the actualisation
of a virtual mimesis using 3d seems so perfectly aligned to the musical
visuality of language  the text seems situated within that through it upon
it.. those surfaces literally smoke with semiosis..

i'm wondering if you've played with elefont yet.. you might get some
ideas there as well.. making the fonts actually 3d as well..

abolutely supple..
lq

 The Agency of Discourse
 http://tinyurl.com/nah8z






 -- Peter Ciccariello
 http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/

Sunday night's set at Tonic -


Set at Tonic

Azure recorded this; I wanted, at least for myself, a video record of my
guitar-work. The file (37 megs, highly compressed, apologies) is from
Sunday's set at Tonic. http://www.asondheim.org/Tonic.mp4 Enjoy -

the thing

2006-04-04 Thread Uh Ak


.
.
.
..the thing..
.
.
.
.

The Thiruthani Psynami w/ Black Goat Detractor (incense in its wrinkles)


In the Shankara  meter
as so many wavelengths
of light of a certain frequency
orca orca orca
would stain

Ohm
entering a
burning bush

Rebok'd in
Husserlsome time

perhaps like a gallery
exposed to galactic
rumination

the orca orca orca
Edward R. Murrow
and Husserlsomehow
Mary Mollineaux's eyes
aglinting
for Jonathan Wild

no ice
in  Mother Clap's molly house
or much truth
to Pliny the Elder's
Killer whale police

some Africanized bee
never landing on the neck
of Spicer's blind camera of poetry

since the Blood of Satan
was filmed in the charmonium dread

the Crisco skull bowl
the ninja grotto pouch

of this golden golem
of harp-playing putti

whose stylus
is the granite VEL
of Lord Muruga

whose head
like a glittering Cincinnati
a Szászcsávás
of Bengali tiger worms
electing some primal (sch)muck
so that Tokhaapsalu
might remember in metaphor
the amber broth
of  Algoth Niska
in the brightly colored
jerkins worn by the proctologists
of  Aegna (O fevered Turnip trough!)

one of whom
might peer up out of this
cauldrone of gypsy tentacles
turn her apparat
to the rheos of the cosmogonic night

to the Dendera light

whose inaesthetic molecules
didn't form chemical bonds like
other drugs, but bound only
by very weak quantum forces known as
van der Waals London forces
would stage a loving memorial to
the good luck of  Wilhelm König,
the German director of
the National Museum of Iraq
who in 1940 after some illness
would publish a paper on the

Strange virtue of a Baghdad Battery

that we have not heard any recent
news of  Khujut Rabu'

but note the strange complexity
of the composition

minivan parked at the foot of kuan yin
whose customized license plate reads simply

Tyspwn

Transcendental Y Spawn

Emit us Paradoxica, We were Partthhians

Those with glowing teeth
as if to say

This God was just some stupid blissed out Raver
with a glowstick in its mouth

some tranced out computational universe
like a hit of ecstasy from Goa
on the tongue of a diving pteradactylune chimère
est une chimère est une chimère
as Sacred Emily
is to See Emily Play

so

2

is

The fate of the Radiolarians
intimately tied to Alphabets and Birthdays

whose Gabardine motherwatches in their genital organizations
would turn each week to their favorite soap opera,

What indeed did happen after Adolf  Reinach fell
outside Diksmuide in Flanders on 16 November 1917

 especially 4 the dream sequences of Charles Manson
in his all white Trans-Am delivering oranges to the Home
for Retired Eagle Scouts and singing his song Garbage Dump:

Oh garbage dump oh garbage dump
Why are you called a garbage dump

You could feed the world with my garbage dump
You could feed the world with my garbage dump

That sums it up in one big lump
like everything else

like the everything asp
coiling up out of the everything lotus

The Amphulectric Mathmamtitian buttering its nuts
with Bok globules and Fiction

hush now wrath while nude it coils

2006-04-04 Thread dv

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hers a thinner click. it spits

sooo slow
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its a dumbo no
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83/365, Frank

2006-04-04 Thread Dan Waber

Frank was a salesman who worked for me. You could tell when he was
shooting from the hip with information by watching his posture. When
he'd slide into full recline, arms akimbo, hands behind head, he was
making it up.

40 words, 40 years
365 days, 365 people
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Megumi and the muff tonic water

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Re: The Thiruthani Psynami w/ Black Goat Detractor (incense in its wrinkles)


Clarence Wolf Guts takes [yo]U[rl]lama by the hand~*

It's all German propaganda..

(g) -  Mannegishi Shakespeare

and by that I took him to meme
the little flower Frankenstein offrerered
our playful Emily in which hid some anxious
Dicopomorpha echmepterygis

which isn't so much a fly in the ointment
as a Burke in our little Revolution,

flowery tho it bee..

and tufted

with feathered crocodile knights who played red glass theorbos,
big purple bottoms, Yetipedes and Yetipedias of the Yetipaideia,
tranquilizer guns, yellow things,  Rana subaquavocalis etc..







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wrinkles)



fi dreamt o0f  yo ulast night...
you shoudda been theere.

--- phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:


In the Shankara  meter
as so many wavelengths
of light of a certain frequency
orca orca orca
would stain

Ohm
entering a
burning bush

Rebok'd in
Husserlsome time

perhaps like a gallery
exposed to galactic
rumination

the orca orca orca
Edward R. Murrow
and Husserlsomehow
Mary Mollineaux's eyes
aglinting
for Jonathan Wild

no ice
in  Mother Clap's molly house
or much truth
to Pliny the Elder's
Killer whale police

some Africanized bee
never landing on the neck
of Spicer's blind camera of poetry

since the Blood of Satan
was filmed in the charmonium dread

the Crisco skull bowl
the ninja grotto pouch

of this golden golem
of harp-playing putti

whose stylus
is the granite VEL
of Lord Muruga

whose head
like a glittering Cincinnati
a Szászcsávás
of Bengali tiger worms
electing some primal (sch)muck
so that Tokhaapsalu
might remember in metaphor
the amber broth
of  Algoth Niska
in the brightly colored
jerkins worn by the proctologists
of  Aegna (O fevered Turnip trough!)

one of whom
might peer up out of this
cauldrone of gypsy tentacles
turn her apparat
to the rheos of the cosmogonic night

to the Dendera light

whose inaesthetic molecules
didn't form chemical bonds like
other drugs, but bound only
by very weak quantum forces known as
van der Waals London forces
would stage a loving memorial to
the good luck of  Wilhelm König,
the German director of
the National Museum of Iraq
who in 1940 after some illness
would publish a paper on the

Strange virtue of a Baghdad Battery

that we have not heard any recent
news of  Khujut Rabu'

but note the strange complexity
of the composition

minivan parked at the foot of kuan yin
whose customized license plate reads simply

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Transcendental Y Spawn

Emit us Paradoxica, We were Partthhians

Those with glowing teeth
as if to say

This God was just some stupid blissed out Raver
with a glowstick in its mouth

some tranced out computational universe
like a hit of ecstasy from Goa
on the tongue of a diving pteradactylune chimère
est une chimère est une chimère
as Sacred Emily
is to See Emily Play

so

2

is

The fate of the Radiolarians
intimately tied to Alphabets and Birthdays

whose Gabardine motherwatches in their genital
organizations
would turn each week to their favorite soap opera,

What indeed did happen after Adolf  Reinach fell
outside Diksmuide in Flanders on 16 November 1917

 especially 4 the dream sequences of Charles Manson
in his all white Trans-Am delivering oranges to the
Home
for Retired Eagle Scouts and singing his song
Garbage Dump:

 Oh garbage dump oh garbage dump
Why are you called a garbage dump

You could feed the world with my garbage dump
You could feed the world with my garbage dump

That sums it up in one big lump
like everything else

like the everything asp
coiling up out of the everything lotus

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with Bok globules and Fiction




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A note from dv's biceps, who thinks it's a RODIN biceps

2006-04-04 Thread Dirk Vekemans





http://www.vilt.net/nkdee/sisforstanzas.jsp#rodin


greetings,dv @ Neue Kathedrale des erotisches 
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Review of some recent books and a couple of things, mostly liked -


Review of some recent books and a couple of things, mostly liked -


Interagir, Avec les technologies numeriques, Nouvelles de Danse, 2004.
This is a Belgian journal special issue devoted to dance and technology;
there are articles by Johannes Birringer, La Danse et la perception
interactives), Sandrine Chiri (Panorama des capteurs - which I've found
highly useful in thinking through activated dancers/environments),
Patricia Kuypers and Florence Corin (Entretien autour d'Isadora, avec Mark
Coniglio et Dawn Stoppiello), etc. There is an accompanying DVD with trial
software (including Isadora), and video/photography of some of the dance-
work. Isadora alone makes it worthwhile, although the whole issue is
excellent and important if one is working with the intersection of dance
and multimedia.

Handbook of Inaesthetics, Alain Badiou, Stanford, 2005. I've been reading
'into' Badiou, at first because of his intersection of mathematics, math-
esis, ontology, and philosophy, but this book is a good accompaniment to
the Interagir above; there are useful articles on dance, cinema, and
theater, among other things. At first I resisted his list of six
'principles of dance,' but then I found them useful, precisely through
this resistance, in working out my own position. There are articles on
art, poetry, Mallarme, etc., an excellent volume.

Mind Performance Hacks, Tips and Tools for Overclocking Your Brain, Ron
Hale-Evans, O'Reilly, 2006. This reads as an fascinating sequel to Mind
Hacks, with stress on practicality - mnemonics or mental arithmetic for
example. There are strange hacks such as 'Predict the Length of a Life-
Time' and 'Turn your Hands into an Abacus.' I don't feel I have the
stamina to carry out any of these on a regular basis, but then I don't
have the stamina for meditation either. On the other hand, the book makes
for fascinating reading, and the presentation of mind, as in Mind Hacks,
seems to be opening some new territory of thinking between cog. sci. and
phenomenology that is definitely worth following. I recommend both these
books highly (if you belong to Safari and/or have the money). Now I have
to 'Stop my Memory-Buffer Overrun' (hack 56) and move on.

Running Linux, Fifth Edition, Matthias Kalle Dalheimer and Matt Welsh, 5th
Edition, O'Reilly, 2006, now around 970 pages long. I remember the first
book from O'Reilly w/RedHat 2+ or some such years ago; it was maybe 70
pages in length (max). Now linux is full-blown, the articles in Linux
Journal are more technical, less hack, aimed to some extent at Windows
users and the enterprise. Linux is absolutely wonderful; I gather that
Fries, the large L.A. computer store, is now selling desktop computers
with Lindows for under $200. And linux is becoming increasingly multi-
media as well; it's an exciting time - think of linux as a kind of green
OS or software - it runs on just about anything, and runs well. Anyway,
Running Linux is the one essential book, I think; it covers just about
everything, from the usual chapters on programming and text processing,
to chapters on multimedia, office suites, productivity, etc. The nice
thing about the book is that it seems to work on every level - a beginner
can use it, as well as someone extremely familiar with linux. The book is
expensive - now up to $49.95 USD, but you probably won't need anything
else.

The Official Blender 2.3 Guide, Free 3D Creation Suite for Modeling,
Animation, and Rendering, Ton Roosendall, Stefano Selleri, et. al., No
Starch Press. The Blender guides have also grown in size - this is now 768
pages in size, and as expensive as Running Linux. Blender is amazing - an
incredibly small 3D modeling system that, again, runs on just about any-
thing, from Mac (OS X and higher) through Linux and Windows. This book
doesn't cover game creation, but everything else; there are very lengthy
sections on the interface (absolutely necessary), mesh modeling, Python
(Blender runs on Python and you can use programming directly if you want),
radiosity, character animation, and more. I use Blender a lot; spectacular
effects can be created in an hour or so, and you can use both still image
and video for texture-mapping - the latter lends itself to a total fluid
projective environment. If you want to use Blender, I'd suggest you down-
load it (it's free), and experiment; read whatever information is
available on the site and chats. You may well end up with the book, but at
least you'll have a good idea of the system at first.

Degunking your Home, Joli Ballew, Paraglyph, 2006. I asked to review this
book, and Azure and I have been reading it. I can't find anything, my
bureau drawers are a mess (I guess they're bureau drawers, in a second-
hand thingy that came with the place), I keep finding batteries everywhere
(which have to be repeatedly checked), etc. etc. This is a practical and
relatively cheap ($19.99) book to help you organize your home. It's good.
We're starting to put things in place. Most of the

Re: Review of some recent books and a couple of things, mostly liked -

2006-04-04 Thread Allen Bramhall


Alan Sondheim wrote:

I read FoS recently. I thought Lethem's localism was authentic, if that
means anything. the story lagged into the normative, which disappointed
me. I guess I was prepped for something more surprising. Lethem's book
of essays shows someone close to obsessive about comix and Philip K Dick
and other things but FoS struck me as well done but ordinary. Lethem did
send me to read Dick, which I hadn't done, and that's been lots of fun.

Re: test

incest

Re: Review of some recent books and a couple of things, mostly liked -


Have you read Motherless Brooklyn? I want to read more of him, just not
sure what/where to begin? - Alan


On Tue, 4 Apr 2006, Allen Bramhall wrote:


Alan Sondheim wrote:

I read FoS recently. I thought Lethem's localism was authentic, if that
means anything. the story lagged into the normative, which disappointed
me. I guess I was prepped for something more surprising. Lethem's book
of essays shows someone close to obsessive about comix and Philip K Dick
and other things but FoS struck me as well done but ordinary. Lethem did
send me to read Dick, which I hadn't done, and that's been lots of fun.




For URLs, DVDs, CDs, books/etc. see http://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt .
Contact: Alan Sondheim, [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED] General
directory of work: http://www.asondheim.org .

Re: Review of some recent books and a couple of things, mostly liked -

2006-04-04 Thread Allen Bramhall


Alan Sondheim wrote:


Have you read Motherless Brooklyn? I want to read more of him, just not
sure what/where to begin? - Alan


I read Occasional Music, or whatever the title of his futuristic noir
detective novel, which was good if not as fantastic as it might've been.
I guess I'd recommend it to you. I looked at MB but it seemed to cover
the exact territory as his reminiscent essays (which are pretty good!).
I didn't think there'd be any surprises. perhaps if I hadn't read his
source material 1st I would've appreciated the novels more.

Re: test

2006-04-04 Thread Peter Ciccariello

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2006-04-04 Thread Sheila Murphy

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Re: test

2006-04-04 Thread mIEKAL aND

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Re: test

2006-04-04 Thread Peter Ciccariello

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image for a stage-prop


Festive and utterly empty image for use
as stage prop in an English remake of
Octave Mirbeau's Grand Guignol era
Morality Farce, _Scruples_
about a gentlemen thief who gets caught
stealing from a wealthy art connoisseur, but
who charms his victim with his elegant style
and philosophy. A comedy.

http://www.phaneronoemikon.org/images/3d/qqsm.jpg


I only have Mirbeau's Torture Garden, a NY edition from
1931 with decidedly racist deco/expressionist (sinister chinese caricatures)
end-papers and illust. by Jeanette Seelhoff trans. by Alvah C. Bessie,
but there's a short descriptive blurb about Scruples in Mel Gordon's
The Grand Guignol: Theatre of Fear and Terror which is
a decent infotainment book if not a scholarly work per se,
similiar to his book Voluptuous Panic on Weimar sexuality.
What Mel seems to be good at is putting together some
pretty interesting bits of material culture to give a flavor of
a milieu. The synopsis sections are just the right length and pretty fun
to read.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Octave_Mirbeau

Some interesting and humorous quotes from Octave can be found translated
at wikipedia.

01:02:03 04/05/06


01:02:03 04/05/06

free ECF articles





The Journal of Eighteenth Century Fiction now has a list 
of selected free articles
if interested. I found the Defoe articles particularly 
interesting, especially after watching
Bunuel's Robinson Crusoe a few weekends ago in a new 
restored edition..
It was also one of my favorite books in high 
school.
There's also a nice article on William Beckford's Arabian 
Tale, whose Vathek
I recently had the pleasure of reading. I haven't yet seen 
the new Tristam Shandy 
film, but it sounds like a success. Should be out on dvd 
soon enough..

http://www.humanities.mcmaster.ca/~ecf/Back%20Issues%20Online.html

Some of the articles I thought were 
interesting:

"On Sterne's Page: Spatial Layout, Spatial Form, andSocial Spaces 
in Tristram Shandy" by Christopher 
Fanning, in 10:4 (July 
1998) 

"Ending in Infinity: William Beckford's Arabian Tale" by John Garrett, in 5:1 (October 1992) 


"Picturing the Thing Itself, or Not: Defoe, Painting, Prose Fiction, 
and the Arts of Describing"by Maximillian E. Novak, in 9:1 (October 1996) 


"Real and Imaginary Stories: Robinson Crusoe and the Serious 
Reflections"by Jeffrey Hopes, in 8:3 (April 1996) 

"Sterne among the Philosophes: Body and Soul in A Sentimental Journey" by Martin C. Battestin, in 7:1 
(October 1994) 

"Is There a Turk in the Turkish Spy?" by Virginia H. Aksan, in 6:3 
(April 1994)"Crusoe in the Cave: Defoe and the Semiotics of Desire" by Geoffrey 
M. Sill, in 6:3 (April 
1994) 

"'Trash, Trumpery, and Idle Time': Lady Mary Wortley Montagu and 
Fiction"by Isobel Grundy, in 5:4 (July 1993)
"Warfare and Its Discontents in Eighteenth-Century Fiction: Or, Why 
Eighteenth-Century FictionFailed to Produce a War and Peace" by Maximillian E. Novak, in 4:3 (April 1992)"The Myth of Cronus: Cannibal and Sign in Robinson Crusoe" by Dianne Armstrong, in 4:3 (April 1992)
"Théorie du chaos et structure narrative" by Patrick Brady, in 4:1 (October 1991) 


"The Hobby-Horse's Epitaph: Tristram Shandy, Hamlet, and the Vehicles 
of Memory"by Robert L. Chibka, in 3:2 
(January 1991) 

"Sir Charles Grandison and the 'Language of Nature'" by George E. 
Haggerty, in 2:2 (January 1990) 


"Conversion, Seduction, and Medicine in Smollett's Ferdinand Count 
Fathom"by John McAllister, in 1:4 (July 1989)

Re: image for a stage-prop


I can see this with a Shakespeare comedy! Really lively! - Alan


On Tue, 4 Apr 2006, phanero wrote:


Festive and utterly empty image for use
as stage prop in an English remake of
Octave Mirbeau's Grand Guignol era
Morality Farce, _Scruples_
about a gentlemen thief who gets caught
stealing from a wealthy art connoisseur, but
who charms his victim with his elegant style
and philosophy. A comedy.

http://www.phaneronoemikon.org/images/3d/qqsm.jpg


I only have Mirbeau's Torture Garden, a NY edition from
1931 with decidedly racist deco/expressionist (sinister chinese caricatures)
end-papers and illust. by Jeanette Seelhoff trans. by Alvah C. Bessie,
but there's a short descriptive blurb about Scruples in Mel Gordon's
The Grand Guignol: Theatre of Fear and Terror which is
a decent infotainment book if not a scholarly work per se,
similiar to his book Voluptuous Panic on Weimar sexuality.
What Mel seems to be good at is putting together some
pretty interesting bits of material culture to give a flavor of
a milieu. The synopsis sections are just the right length and pretty fun
to read.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Octave_Mirbeau

Some interesting and humorous quotes from Octave can be found translated
at wikipedia.




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