This TIMELINE is absolutely amazing! - Alan
On Wed, 10 Aug 2005, chris wrote:
this is one of my most treasured friends. he co-wrote the american
drop-out culture book with Ron Sakolsky gone to croatan.
this is a piece that was original commissioned for the seattle
transportation system.
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Amen! Both went deep often, and neither of them used steroids!
Vernon
David-Baptiste Chirot [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
Happy Birthday today to
Herman Melville
Rocky Colavito
world class writer--world class home run hitter
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Amen! Both went deep often, and neither of them used steroids!
Vernon
David-Baptiste Chirot [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
Happy Birthday today to
Herman Melville
Rocky Colavito
world class writer--world class home run hitter
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On Aug 11, 2005, at 6:24 AM, Dan Waber wrote:
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Halvard Johnson
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website: http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard
blog: http://entropyandme.blogspot.com/
for three weeks from tonight i'll be out of touch,
i've been sending emails to people to let them know. but is it
necessary?one ofmycolleaguesreplied
'sweetheart,for the lastthirty eightyearsyou've been
mostly out of touch, so why bother letting people know about these three weeks?
any one
Dear August, this is the first time I've received two "deconstructed" versions of my poem in less than twenty-four hours. How do you do this? Also since the words "dope" and "junkie" weren't in the original, I assume those words to be yours, not mine. Anyway, apart from these repeated words which
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On Aug 11, 2005, at 8:54 AM, Uh Ak wrote:
are are are are are are are are are is yelling sound.
are!!!
re also wrote the word peat yesterday btw. it has a couple of meanings
even, but which small and neat word hasn't
yes my name is Ak-Uh. Ak-Uh's meaning is crocodile (in korea)
2005/8/11, Steve Dalachinsky [EMAIL PROTECTED]:
are you reallyuhakhung from whence you comefrom
I wanna she or he wearing nothing or anything.
2005/8/11, Lanny Quarles [EMAIL PROTECTED]:
hey I think shy genitals is wearing bell-bottoms! visual poem? . arm
hand.. heart.hand . the guts genitals genitals genitals
August sale. 50% sale.
Um..
anybody don;t want?
How about 99% sale?
August can kill can deed donky man.
love it!
--- John M. Bennett [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
Noom
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under a rug hat hurt
claw ice
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I blasted a snort that plunged into the shine on the brink of rhyme.
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dong eyes into nuggets of the mattress stuck in the unflushable toilet. My
flat spray was dank as a snorting dong on the brink of spurting
Cyrano's Song
Detach my head
And wear it
As I sing.
Whose words?
Who knows?
The nose knows
But isn't telling.
It just goes on
Inhale/exhale
As almost always
Til someone dies.
Whose name we
Attach to this poem
Matters little, then,
My friend.
Tom Savage
5/15/05
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Dear Steve, I may indeed try to do this soon. So far, I haven't acquired the facility yet to write directly onto the computer I use five days a week outside my home. I write my poems longhand or on a typewriter, sometimes, then transfer them to the computer. Still, I understand what you mean by
You might want to check out ENTROPY AND ART An Essay on Disorder and Order by Rudolf Arnheim (UCal P 1971)
and esp Prigone and Stengers ORDER OUT OF CHAOS re negentropy--
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On Aug 11, 2005, at 3:27 PM, mwp wrote:
August is Entropy Month! (For me, at least.)
As is every month, for me.
Hal Serving the tristate area.
Halvard Johnson
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website: http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard
blog: http://entropyandme.blogspot.com/
I think I added some material from
another source. I have fun methods of doing this. Your work is very
nice.
August HighlandOnline Studiowww.august-highland.com
- Original Message -
From:
Thomas
savage
To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA
Sent: Thursday, August
It's my birthday too today. I use
steroids and meth and anything else illegal that makes me flip.
Augie
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- Original Message -
From:
Vernon Frazer
To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA
Sent: Thursday, August 11,
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I'm familiar with both books, good ones yes.
I've also been reading about turbulence lately. It seems that
turbulence is one of the great unsolved mysteries in physics right now.
It does NOT simply translate into a chaos equation at all, but is much
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