Re: altered books project

I've missed the updates, and welcome them back. Thanks for the hard work and for the sparkling results, Dan! SheilaDan Waber [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: The altered books project at:http://www.logolalia.com/alteredbooks/has been updated with new work by:Meghan Scott, Michelle Taransky, Nico

the impropriety of heaped affection

but you know, it only multiplies. that's why I enrolled in math one oh four hundred two. I thought that I could minimize intensity within, despite the false food of neglect.why don't you cease to ossify the red-robed looming crash of helmets and be be- trothed instead of lackeying your

coincident repair

she forecast to be lovely in another language after lyingon his forearmin as if non-distal brief affection might stunt one form of growth he said she said even light grows wizened like the laboratory rabbits(I mean rats) she said he saidthey met midtown they labored in the

Re: i swear

Where've you been, Morrigan! I've missed you! Sheilamorrigan [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: by peace and love to standheart to heartand hand in handmark oh spiritand here us nowconfirming thisour sacred vow- Original Message - From: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>To: Sent:

Re: dimension me

:) wow![EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: you are now officially disveered

Re: Misused Intelligence

Peter, brilliant. SheilJoel Weishaus [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: I agree. This is worthwhile studying.-Joel- Original Message - From: Martha Deed To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU Sent: Saturday, September 09, 2006 11:10 AM Subject: Re: Misused Intelligence

Re: Walking Alone

I really like how you note the context in which you create these fine pieces. Thanks, Tom. SheilaThomas savage [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Walking Alone*The old song sang:"You'll never walk alone" Although I mostly do so. I'm nearly sixty. Can things still change? Everything changes, says

many thanks to Davidi!

David, great! and thanks! sheila[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: have i shared meingness with u... not meanness... davidmeingness MEINGNESSWould I escape Myself to be beyond Selfness?Is ever, there, there enough for me, too much?Can Imagination embrace my evasive Elfing…Curiosity

b)LOTTO

b)LOTTOgoodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye to an infinity ofhurt in favor of (by chance) aticket to a perfect sans-swank paradise predestined thus: unadvertised, unknown, unsung, unwrung so welcome home to me to home I've made for me (for thee) this a secondtryat bliss (all this)

I Read Too Much Proust

my lapdog whines near center field I think often in maps without possessing internal geography where she has been implies my father is your notary do you waltz? against my better justice there are lord's prayers all around us give me a shawl to widen how near warmth will be hypotenusereveals

we are millionaires she screamed from crazy

and he walked her to the lighthouse and he pointed and he said we're not like that and she said store and she said storehouse and she said sponge and he said father knows bastards and she said overcome my wit to wood and he said brand name sadness and he said over my dead mood and she

thanks for the welcome input, Jim!

Jim, really appreciate your reading and commenting! It is nice to have you on the list. Regards, sheilaJim Piat [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: sheila sheila --great poems!Hey folks, I read so much here that I enjoy. So take this as a note of admiration and thanks to all. Jim

Re: I Read Too Much Proust

Peter, you're too good to me!Peter Ciccariello [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Sheila,When it works, it really works.Thanks, this is wonderful.-Peter On 9/2/06, Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: my lapdog whines near center field I think often in maps without possessing internal geography

Re: when the moon is full Re: why don't you chaperone the moon

:) Yes![EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: let us not worry about moonshine, nor being chaperoned? ..david--When the Moon is full… Oh, the boon,When the Moon is full…What did I do this noon?With fife and life,I played a happy tune,Because, as a knight, tonight,In armor and amor, I must

ragamuffin: best of breed

insidious competitive estrangements blame kismet for opposing north. the worth of ivy its its corresponding brick, say theologians adhering to the dogma and the tuckpoints and somatic instances of wrung hands entitled to immersion therapy replete with snug canvas and light silk.the call to

what is in the hutch?

is it the sacrament(s) are you afraid is it the beanbag chair from yesteryear is it the classics is it Mortimer Adler is it the corks for the open-holed flute is it a hundred shares of mercy is it artificial gladiola is it braces is it copious notes about mundane aspects of daily living

Re: The death of literature in bronze and etched stone

I tried to get on there and reply, Peter, but couldn't place a comment on your blog. Your recent work is nothing short of stupendous. Thanks. SheilaPeter Ciccariello [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:The death of literature in bronze and etched stone-- Peter CiccarielloImage -

FACE OFF

1. Why bother being a millionaire if nobody loves you?2. If nobody loves you, then you'll have to be a millionaire so somebody will talk to you.sem

over the else (after Thomas Savage)

over the else (after Thomas Savage)each s and lose kin arduous rust leavings hemcreator top over the else sic womb like cirque rind seamingsheila e. murphyThomas savage [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:House of Sand*Postcards from the sky and the sea Dry and harden into dust.

prestidigits

Time me as I tweak your eye. The flyboy's mantra is defuse. Deleuze tells mainly what Imight not see. Are you home? Today it turns out evidencesays matrices are part inflection. So when I rainbow my way into contiguity, you toss back bragging rights as thoughone hadsomething to feign. The order of

saypoint optics

you can get a beautiful hybrid if you have one of each * holding the pen, holding the thought * in strict counterpoint opposing messages * come to this to come * field with little apple in it * these marks not visible in oxygen after the butterfly * when not if then *

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