The Horror Poem
Since the seashore tomb too horrible to go. Also the seashoremud fallen and is desolated. A child below hats with a stoop to bend-low. Sitting down AND also moving toes. Ships under a flag lean to the cycle.E-v-e-n Cannot Cry. [EMAIL PROTECTED] www.xqqqx.com Ak-Uh
Found Xeroxed Folk Poem (at a Coffee Shop in Gresham)
one night i had a dream a strange occurence dark and mean a dream about our leader's fall: the executioner has put on his best red velvet hood his smart tuxedo looking good the axe is shiny curved in space to part the head with loving grace the leader's chains clink on the wood his face is proud what a weird dude the redcapped masses howl and pitch but the executioner will make no glitch no missed attempt no sidling glance this human chicken will not dance this wretched pilot was taken down proletariat promethu rage unbound but at the last the executioner sighs unbinds the leader and slaps his thighs he slaps his head he slaps his mouth he slaps his face he slaps his pout the leader weeps and the audience sighs what the fuck is up with this guy now do you see how all this feels we don't want this on our real the leader nods he understands the executioner shakes his hand you work for us not for our things we want to help not murder kings the leader sobs the band strikes up a doggy prances a newborn pup a woman sings in high clear notes the nation cheers and casts new votes the moral of this tale leader is this don't lie to us or we'll be pissed. then I awoke and was frightened still I am some strange bloke I need a pill.
Translation of the sic() poem
Sic() thus it is (triangular) (hexagonal) thus it is (from irruption point to distinction, straightinto thought substantia, a little circle shiftingaround the a of Arsenic, grains of Regensburg - Spitzean der Donau - in the shot-through textileof the Doctor Universalis(0), Breeder of Aquinauts mystical Burrier of the Bloodless Heart, grindingjocular glasses to pointes with seemingly Californianrighteousness the simultaneous Resurrectorof the Swirling Blood, the aquafresh for the spirit,the Father Lite of theThree Egged Mortificationfor the Sake of Humanity Itself) thus it is (Giovanni Battista della Porta (1) scrapes it in waxfor De Refractione, 1593, on the left-overs of the printing plates the words"rub the cooked head of the green lizardwith line oil in the greying hairof old matrons", thus the first polyalfabeticallyencrypted gateway to the darkest of oker,the glowing but of salvation in the marbledquarry of imagined marble, (asitwere) (however) (then whattentacles reach through the vermillion timewarpthe sneering seashells of the poisonous greensisters Bonnet on the balcony of Monet,positpaintpointingly themysogenic first coatingin the mirror-framed discours, the aristocratical cluttering of letters aromantical tickingagainst your saved screensyour hand meanwhile glidingdown, your finger searchingan alternate side to the mouse button,saying hello to a handkerchiefpointing inwardsfor(satisfaction of the sufferingin compassion, servingKees another Klare:)Pang ing dedede, - o themonume monume monumental deposit on thebalance of banks(messianissepulchri(ad ultimam sequentiaeperipateticae dedicatio)() thus it is (the harmonyof colours not musical or mathematical butgoverned by the will inward ) thus it is ( by the roguish laugherof the sad little rust-muncher dodding itshead turning more greyevery day- by bald balding,ever drier desire) thus it is (prisma-tic) thus it is() ; dv @ the Neue Kathedrale des erotischen Elendshttp://www.vilt.net/nkdee
friday poem
quick ghazal while waiting for kate in the tim hortons, rideau centre, february 11, 2006 the sum of the very coffee, invective cold the scrape of days take winterlude from muddy water to bare bone how every curse at the bus stop a silver shadow a forced migration turns dyspeptic my mutton heart arrows a hangover of trees her william tell overtures the days of cholera new york magazine covers home is a figure for mixed meanings we wound by how we name -- poet/editor/pub. ... ed. STANZAS mag side/lines: a new canadian poetics (Insomniac)...pub., above/ground press ...coord.,SPAN-O + ottawa small press fair ...11th coll'n - name , an errant (Stride, UK) c/o 858 Somerset St W, Ottawa ON K1R 6R7 * http://robmclennan.blogspot.com/
Poem as neural network
The Inner Landscape of Poetry. http://www.cgi7.com/peterimages/neural.htm -Peter Ciccariello http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Re: Poem as neural network
wow - beautiful, Peter.Peter Ciccariello [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: The Inner Landscape of Poetry.http://www.cgi7.com/peterimages/neural.htm-Peter Ciccariellohttp://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Nam June Paik Dead (mourning poem) (fwd)
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Poem
Poem stamen I implore, ache my suitcase, What'd I say? I he snagged the flaucet gum beading soupy, my flank-sought tie flank laky slurping cast the row lake slup: dang throat I hosed, I lungish, my held the belt he cusp, I came, steady dream nosed my boat sang all ha name, my body's meat, less my feets' strewn page, my crap pond hushed, ah your war's gasp's mine, burning umbrels crossed I the smoke released inside, I gain relieving, your belly's fish a-floppin' I, yes my pee's room, for all I saw dust was, so I layed those bugs, taped my tail, yes my mail's laid, in my pockets I felt the leaking, before I came you scribbled here and dribbled after, bird sluffs down twitched head little dusty bugs press against the glitter-wall where I thought I drink but stared: like my dream's sinking to the astral mothers, I need to breathe I stared, my boat's in you or lip yclept, fallows was I cloned to you surpation spread me, glance on me I'm Dawn and Socks, orange balls throbbing in smoke, I was sighed with, breathed outside the lens or faced my fairly hair of lifting, oh I renewed and, I ask myself, Will I ever be? I'm crouched beneath the grape arbor watching a refrigerator burn in the yard, My tone ignited off sleep or face, how'd I hoping my eyes under that faltered lust, wristed moon you masticate my calendar's crumpled ball, your ash on chair I floated pages and, I fingered noise and night, your pleasant foam improvement rains my belly flags, place your nets across my belly for the stains removes, Oh how-de-I o'er 'er raring thighs flailing a thrust -- fire I could claim but window, spoonish dribble you I train inhales, Spit it out I urge, thighs flowing past my head desired crash, claims of roofs fulfilled I, my teeth in you, 's my tongue down there, ears showing like the sores I kept, I was handing off, ah's my numb throat's so alter-trashed, stay shivers off but I was waiting for you key dandled limply scans the, folded to me's, breathing sheety I was able could you bare your flanges I would spread my hands like sand maps breeching stream the lurking hair, rasping my hand on my teeth, valleys starve the endings rear I knew, I, (I), brew your spatters me, No slob or hat was he nor I, combination of the wire-sink foamy turds I phoned your scattered leavings, Oh my labile pants-matters, I see a thick black word pushing out its mouth, wrong division of my plated soup, you and I, painspill screen slippers past my cheek slag sinkers tune of off clangers roost your rampart breathing through compression pills in loops: (I), (oh my), where muddy forks where lovely clumps beside my, clamps and cheeks my wristful glance before your gate gate? --Bob BrueckL all phrases from John M. Bennett poems
Poem as Soma with dendrites
Image Poem objectified. Poem as Soma with dendrites http://www.cgi7.com/peterimages/soma.htm -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Re: Hypergraphic Love Poem
Good to see this - i have the print catalog, and have been drooling on it for a couple years now - john Dr. John M. Bennett 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 - Original Message - From: Lucio Agra [EMAIL PROTECTED] Date: Tuesday, January 17, 2006 12:40 pm Subject: Re: Hypergraphic Love Poem Another example of a beautiful use of Flash: http://www.moma.org/exhibitions/2002/russian/index.html best Lucio BR On 1/17/06, phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: I like that page turning software magik, but the first time i saw that was here http://www.mfah.org/microsites/IU/inverted_utopias_website/ this site is about the Venezuelan avant-garde group El Techo de la Ballena, and also Vincente do Rego Monteiro.. I would like to know more about these folks. lq - Original Message - *From:* John M. Bennett [EMAIL PROTECTED] *To:* WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA *Sent:* Tuesday, January 17, 2006 5:02 AM *Subject:* Re: Hypergraphic Love Poem Wonderful to see these things, Lucio - e o portugues nao e problema para mim - John At 05:44 PM 1/16/2006, you wrote: You don't ask twice, pal! Here you get: Unfortunately almost everything in Portuguese. Read between the letters! http://www.arteria8.net/ I think I already posted it here before 'cus it is from 03 but it is growing! A magazine which has almost 30 years in paper, now reaches the net. I am in the middle, try to find it... http://www.cronopios.com.br/mnemozine/ - Lovely work with Flash by the master of this technique, as far as I see, Pipol. I am also there, with a poem which could be read in English: who? / this woman/ who has me/ inside her / almost every day (quem? essa mulher/que me tem/dentro dela/quase todo dia) You may find something also at www.file.org Planning to show a little bit more this year. For the time on I need the hell of a cable to conect my Mini DV to computer and copy some images of my last performance... I am trying to get to it. all the best Lucio BR On 1/16/06, *mIEKAL aND* [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Lucio, great to have you back on the list. Send us some links of things you've been working on. I wish I could figure out how to make the piece a lot smaller in file size, but more compression flattened everything it lost the effect of layers of light. ~mIEKAL On Jan 16, 2006, at 4:18 PM, Lucio Agra wrote: Not only the images are great, but the sound... w! Greetings aND! Dear fellows How did I miss you... Your messages were stuck in my old mailbox for almost 2 semesters. Now I was able to have you back (or me, back with you) and it makes me so glad! Cheers to all Lucio BR PS: Many thanks to John Bennet and Alan Sondheim. On 1/15/06, mIEKAL aND [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Writing a light poem with our new Lumix camera—night equals light—obscure flamingo can-can for three legged dancing—a love poem for Camille. (35mb) http://driftlessmedia.com/movies/hypergraphic_love_poem.mov __ Dr. John M. Bennett 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 ___
Re: Hypergraphic Love Poem
I like that page turning software magik, but the first time i saw that was here http://www.mfah.org/microsites/IU/inverted_utopias_website/ this site is about the Venezuelan avant-garde group El Techo de la Ballena, and also Vincente do Rego Monteiro.. I would like to know more about these folks. lq - Original Message - From: John M. Bennett To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Tuesday, January 17, 2006 5:02 AM Subject: Re: Hypergraphic Love Poem Wonderful to see these things, Lucio - e o portugues nao e problema para mim -JohnAt 05:44 PM 1/16/2006, you wrote: You don't ask twice, pal!Here you get:Unfortunately almost everything in Portuguese. Read between the letters!http://www.arteria8.net/ I think I already posted it here before 'cus it is from 03 but it is growing! A magazine which has almost 30 years in paper, now reaches the net. I am in the middle, try to find it...http://www.cronopios.com.br/mnemozine/ - Lovely work with Flash by the master of this technique, as far as I see, Pipol. I am also there, with a poem which could be read in English:who? / this woman/ who has me/ inside her / almost every day (quem? essa mulher/que me tem/dentro dela/quase todo dia)You may find something also at www.file.orgPlanning to show a little bit more this year. For the time on I need the hell of a cable to conect my Mini DV to computer and copy some images of my last performance... I am trying to get to it.all the bestLucio BROn 1/16/06, mIEKAL aND [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Lucio, great to have you back on the list. Send us some links of things you've been working on. I wish I could figure out how to make the piece a lot smaller in file size, but more compression flattened everything it lost the effect of layers of light. ~mIEKAL On Jan 16, 2006, at 4:18 PM, Lucio Agra wrote: Not only the images are great, but the sound... w! Greetings aND! Dear fellows How did I miss you... Your messages were stuck in my old mailbox for almost 2 semesters. Now I was able to have you back (or me, back with you) and it makes me so glad! Cheers to all Lucio BR PS: Many thanks to John Bennet and Alan Sondheim. On 1/15/06, mIEKAL aND [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Writing a light poem with our new Lumix cameranight equals lightobscure flamingo can-can for three legged dancinga love poem for Camille. (35mb) http://driftlessmedia.com/movies/hypergraphic_love_poem.mov __Dr. John M. BennettCurator, Avant Writing CollectionRare Books Manuscripts LibraryThe Ohio State University Libraries1858 Neil Av MallColumbus, OH 43210 USA(614) 292-3029[EMAIL PROTECTED]www.johnmbennett.net___
Re: Hypergraphic Love Poem
Not only the images are great, but the sound... w! Greetings aND! Dear fellows How did I miss you... Your messages were stuck in my old mailbox for almost 2 semesters. Now I was able to have you back (or me, back with you) and it makes me so glad! Cheers to all Lucio BR PS: Many thanks to John Bennet and Alan Sondheim.On 1/15/06, mIEKAL aND [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Writing a light poem with our new Lumix camera—night equals light—obscure flamingo can-can for three legged dancing—a love poem for Camille. (35mb)http://driftlessmedia.com/movies/hypergraphic_love_poem.mov
Re: Hypergraphic Love Poem
Lucio, great to have you back on the list. Send us some links of things you've been working on. I wish I could figure out how to make the piece a lot smaller in file size, but more compression flattened everything it lost the effect of layers of light.~mIEKALOn Jan 16, 2006, at 4:18 PM, Lucio Agra wrote:Not only the images are great, but the sound... w! Greetings aND! Dear fellows How did I miss you... Your messages were stuck in my old mailbox for almost 2 semesters. Now I was able to have you back (or me, back with you) and it makes me so glad! Cheers to all Lucio BR PS: Many thanks to John Bennet and Alan Sondheim.On 1/15/06, mIEKAL aND [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Writing a light poem with our new Lumix camera—night equals light—obscure flamingo can-can for three legged dancing—a love poem for Camille. (35mb) http://driftlessmedia.com/movies/hypergraphic_love_poem.mov
Re: Hypergraphic Love Poem
You don't ask twice, pal! Here you get: Unfortunately almost everything in Portuguese. Read between the letters! http://www.arteria8.net/ I think I already posted it here before 'cus it is from 03 but it is growing! A magazine which has almost 30 years in paper, now reaches the net. I am in the middle, try to find it... http://www.cronopios.com.br/mnemozine/ - Lovely work with Flash by the master of this technique, as far as I see, Pipol. I am also there, with a poem which could be read in English: who? / this woman/ who has me/ inside her / almost every day (quem? essa mulher/que me tem/dentro dela/quase todo dia) You may find something also at www.file.org Planning to show a little bit more this year. For the time on I need the hell of a cable to conect my Mini DV to computer and copy some images of my last performance... I am trying to get to it. all the best Lucio BROn 1/16/06, mIEKAL aND [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Lucio, great to have you back on the list. Send us some links of things you've been working on. I wish I could figure out how to make the piece a lot smaller in file size, but more compression flattened everything it lost the effect of layers of light.~mIEKALOn Jan 16, 2006, at 4:18 PM, Lucio Agra wrote: Not only the images are great, but the sound... w! Greetings aND! Dear fellows How did I miss you... Your messages were stuck in my old mailbox for almost 2 semesters. Now I was able to have you back (or me, back with you) and it makes me so glad! Cheers to all Lucio BR PS: Many thanks to John Bennet and Alan Sondheim.On 1/15/06, mIEKAL aND [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Writing a light poem with our new Lumix camera—night equals light—obscure flamingo can-can for three legged dancing—a love poem for Camille. (35mb)http://driftlessmedia.com/movies/hypergraphic_love_poem.mov
Hypergraphic Love Poem
Writing a light poem with our new Lumix camera—night equals light—obscure flamingo can-can for three legged dancing—a love poem for Camille. (35mb) http://driftlessmedia.com/movies/hypergraphic_love_poem.mov
The Warmth of Your Expectation Has Turned This Poem to Ashes
or, less figuratively, to a blur, or, more literally, the warmth has turned / this poem to you're the most steep, seeing the steepest has flashed is long done
Re: Cairn Poem...............
That is the conflict. I must confess, I am fascinated by the ambiguity/acuity, stumbling across a stone, a poem, mostly indecipherable, knowledge obscured, critical information masked, buried. Archeological clues, left to the viewer to interpret, to deconstruct, to reconstruct, the poem as landscape, language carved in stone, permanence, immortality, transience, the unfathomable detritus of communication? The lyrical made concrete, isn?t that poetry? Thanks for asking Alan. -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Mon, 2 Jan 2006 11:25:26 -0500 Subject: Re: Cairn Poem... Hi - can you say something re: how legible do you want the writing? I'm not able to make it out much of the time. The images are quite beautiful; the legibility can be an issue since it seems as if the object was a Rosetta stone, i.e. something o the order of deciphering, but there's not enough of the language present... - Alan On Mon, 2 Jan 2006, Peter Ciccariello wrote: Cairn Poem http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/2/1002/1024/cairn-poem.jpg
Re: Cairn Poem...............
Yes, I agree with you - the issue in an odd way is the 'hook' - perhaps if more were legible. As it is, one (I'm speaking of course only for myself here) sees it as a stone-to-be-deciphered, but by an archaeologist, not by me, i.e. the reader of the image; not enough is present... - Alan On Mon, 2 Jan 2006, Peter Ciccariello wrote: That is the conflict. I must confess, I am fascinated by the ambiguity/acuity, stumbling across a stone, a poem, mostly indecipherable, knowledge obscured, critical information masked, buried. Archeological clues, left to the viewer to interpret, to deconstruct, to reconstruct, the poem as landscape, language carved in stone, permanence, immortality, transience, the unfathomable detritus of communication? The lyrical made concrete, isn?t that poetry? Thanks for asking Alan. -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Mon, 2 Jan 2006 11:25:26 -0500 Subject: Re: Cairn Poem... Hi - can you say something re: how legible do you want the writing? I'm not able to make it out much of the time. The images are quite beautiful; the legibility can be an issue since it seems as if the object was a Rosetta stone, i.e. something o the order of deciphering, but there's not enough of the language present... - Alan On Mon, 2 Jan 2006, Peter Ciccariello wrote: Cairn Poem http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/2/1002/1024/cairn-poem.jpg 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 .
Cairn Poem...............
Cairn Poem http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/2/1002/1024/cairn-poem.jpg -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Re: Fauve Poem
I'm a lurker usually, but I had to chime in and say that this and the other digital renderings on your blog are incroyable! Thanks for the link. Amanda (in Ottawa)
Re: Fauve Poem
Just wanted to say I really like the whole series, forgot to ask (I probably did already for which apologies) if you've tried Blender with these, if not you might want to - Alan, and thanks On Fri, 23 Dec 2005, Peter Ciccariello wrote: http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/2/1002/1024/fauvist-poem.jpg -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ 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 .
Poem Heard In A Dream
Poem Heard In A Dream I brought with me This wrench To deconstruct Your universe. (A female voice laughs.)Tom Savage 12/22/05 Yahoo! Shopping Find Great Deals on Holiday Gifts at Yahoo! Shopping
Until we meet again, I plan to elevate. -- MP3: Snoop Dogg - Poem for Tookie krs one
http://victoria.indymedia.org/news/2005/12/47153.php Until we meet again, I plan to elevate. -- MP3: Snoop Dogg - Poem for Tookie Until we meet again, I plan to elevate. -- Snoop Dogg spoke at the memorial services for Stan Tookie Williams. The services were held in Los Angeles at the Bethel AME Church. Snoop spoke softly and read a very moving poem he had written for Tookie Williams. http://la.indymedia.org/news/2005/12/142270.php MP3: Snoop Dogg - Poem for Tookie by A Wednesday, Dec. 21, 2005 at 5:15 PM Snoop Dogg spoke at the memorial services for Stan Tookie Williams. The services were held in Los Angeles at the Bethel AME Church. Snoop spoke softly and read a very moving poem he had written for Tookie Williams. http://la.indymedia.org/uploads/2005/12/snoopdogg-poem-_4-tookie.mp3 or http://la.indymedia.org/news/2005/12/142270.php and http://www.allhiphop.com/editorial/?ID=291 Farewell Tookie: Food For Thought Is Better Than A Meal By KRS-One “They killed the teacher!” said Snoop Dogg at the funeral services for Stanley Tookie Williams December 20 at the Bethel A.M.E. Church in Los Angeles. Rev. Jesse Jackson, Bruce Gordon, Minister Tony Muhammad, Stan Muhammad, Rev. Dr. Lewis E. Logan II, Minister Lewis Farrakhan and Tony Robbins all listened as Snoop Dogg brought the packed Church to its feet with a poem dedicated to Tookie entitled “Till We Meet Again.” One line that caught my attention was when Snoop said, “Food for thought is better than a meal.” This phrase stuck with me, because it reminded me of man may not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedth from the mouth of the lord and coming from Snoop showed a level of maturity that I wish his Girls Gone Wild, pimps-up-hoes-down, gangsta nigga audiences would adopt. And I am NOT being critical of Snoop at all! I’ve been watching Snoop settle his beefs with others, start programs in the hood for at-risk youth, seek God and denounce gang-banging publicly. But this is my point. When has a man done enough to be called rehabilitated? What must one do to be actually free from past wrongs? When is a man truly forgiven? I arrived at the Bethel A.M.E. Church to a beautiful scene. Several blocks before we got to the Church helpful, pleasantly spoken, informative Black and Brown police officers were stationed at strategic corners directing traffic toward the Church. When we arrived at the Church we were greeted by the Fruit of Islam (F.O.I.) and escorted to the press balcony. There was literally nowhere else to be. Even members of Stanley Tookie Williams’ family were in the press balcony! When this was discovered, Rev. Dr. Logan II requested that the first ten rows of people give up their seats to these additional members of the Williams family and everyone promptly did what was asked. The Church was so packed that many people were in another room outside of the main knave watching the proceedings on a huge flat screen television. When I walked into this room I saw Tookie on the screen saying, “If a man must fight, let it be to the death against the beast within himself. Win that battle? No man, no woman, no racial hatred, no system, no vindictiveness, and no Machiavellianism can ever defeat you! And then he said on behalf of the children; teach them how to avoid our destructive foot steps. Teach them to strive for a higher education. Teach them to promote peace. And teach them to focus on rebuilding the neighborhoods that you, others and I helped to destroy.” And I can’t front, I was renewed even in my own spirit. To know that one of the most significant outlaw figures in modern American history went from criminal minded to spiritual minded gives all of us (especially those on the frontlines of ministry work, counseling, mentoring and rehabilitation work) hope in the transformation of the human heart. That our work is not done in vain. I was totally impressed with the organization and security of the F.O.I. Hundreds of people was jammed in the Church with even more people outside trying to get in yet the Church and the whole block itself (Western Ave) was at peace. It was beautiful. But as beautiful as it was, the Church was still teeming with suspicion as to why a completely rehabilitated man could not be offered at least life in prison? How was Tookie (the co-founder of the famous street gang the Crips) who spent 24 years in prison, wrote nine anti-violence, anti-gang, anti-drug children’s books, received an honorary Doctor of Humane Letters degree from St. Moses the Black Theological Seminary, was nominated six times for the Nobel Peace Prize, and received the Presidential Call to Service Award from President George W. Bush for his volunteer efforts to help steer youth away from gang life not rehabilitated? There’s even an award-winning movie starring Jamie Foxx entitled “Redemption: The Stan Tookie Williams Story” that teaches the path of rehabilitation and forgiveness. All of this, in addition to his website and phone
Fauve Poem
http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/2/1002/1024/fauvist-poem.jpg -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
_The Visible Poem : Oil Seal : Babylonian constellation_
_The Visible Poem : Oil Seal : Babylonian constellation_ Frozen toe, broke off flung into sky. Collage of used Telly Savalas tampax, with teeth. Too much power. Ritual gestures, bits of rabbit and chickens. The act of drilling or churning subterranean flow of rivers. Rockets on cable reticular activating system. Mane of any animal. A knife and a fork and a dead mouse. Mechanical flipping men with a sterile, wooden rod. Name for the devil: 10-inch nail swallow Billy Graham sounds. The Scorpion Lady - National Accelerator Laboratory - metamorphoses of flute- playing demigod. Murderer's Who's Who. Face-stabbing conveyor belts , the so-called rain-god of Mexico. Maze learning ability of rats injected into eggs painted black permutations of the zip gun. Ingestion of serotonin. From intentional ambiguity pretty stinky makes the dead rabbit walk. Internal motion of the cosmic tree special air jet Curved Space- (1) Schmuck (2) Putz der Frauen. Sent them by mail backwards huge blowers. Robot Time coded in digital computers. Sacrifice of humble Aleister Crowley fuck machine schematic potato, oyster, fiddler crab. Chicken Leonard Cohen naughty sex flamethrower sup-that fun kept monument to Native Dancer, Celestial jackal. Stone god's head never got loose big parcels of mutant animals by hitting it with a sledge kids on Chinook interpret name as mouse-gray. Violins need to urinate and bigger hell exuding sweat Fuel Cell Green frosted bulb until part of fluid become solid amp. Pressurizing Fitting windshield Toshiba Surgery female waters from ground male smeared and misunderstood of the car pig's feet, pig's hide. Homing pigeons may rival waters true refulgence of sun lunatic in England Design Motifs of thought reaction underlying honeybees. H uge mill-stone star g near zeta Ancient Mexico mechanics radio-controlled Super Barrio Exists! Ursea Majoris. rotten meat helicopter blades, 'echanical biological plasma, equine head saltish to taste big bonfire brown and blistering scorbion propellant brown and luminous corona-discharge like clarified butter, roaring noise pint of live maggots black liquids Latin Dance Quantum information transfer light falls upon objects perspex boxes in Rhythms weird places in Florida blindfolded head Captain James 23. Its top he makes into his mikku. Nag, Nag. Nag Guitar-copulating cat Tiberius mustard bridge My pukku, up from face of the rotten dead mouse Fuel Discharge Nozzle tunic. Wound after 11 Days netherworld. Enemas with milk pigeon-eating centrifuge. New World as composite animal. Cortez's pickled body Peanut in deteriorating survivals. Slug Bait. Burn your attackers beyond Bronchus Taken During Esau, the hairy All About Iguanas recognition! Inspiration (1928). Equine-head, roving within thee, Day of the Triffids . Used clothing Mutant 59. Management of the Dusky Flap will drink thy waters. Children of the SS mixed with fluorescent hot pink Things are shit. Radio resist the temptation to quote. Paint Black bikini boots Hair Shack Liberace Museum After the ovens of the land. Grease huge Billy Graham robot embalming fluid rising out of pipe undercover wearing Ray's hairpiece Wisconsin Death Trip charisma mask. Transmission of Blinderator
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I'd love to produce a Xerolage of these kinda pieces, or it would be great to have some kinda 3D interface where a viewer could float in out inbetweenst the clusters of letters. ~mIEKAL On Nov 24, 2005, at 12:36 AM, Peter Ciccariello wrote: In-their-midst-II A 3D Landscape Poem http://tinyurl.com/a3vg9 -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
the end, the whole poem
this is a poem whose page is the fabric of time picture a silvered needle and thin black thread i am the needle these words are the thread thus you are the fabric of time you see how wrong it would be to attempt a poem whose page dimension was the whole of time that would be plain silly so you are the fabric of time and hence you are the poem the needle of I stitches in the thread of these words and because you is both singular and plural you is also you and you are also you and this fabric is a quilt built in many layers time is not time in this place of virtual poems poems are still poems in this place whether you like it or not although place is still open for debate among the people who refuse to live here this is a poem whose page is the fabric of time picture a silvered needle and thin black thread end Dan PS: extra bonus for you fixed pitch font folks
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well done, finally Allen - Original Message - From: Dan Waber [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Saturday, November 26, 2005 8:26 AM Subject: the end, the whole poem this is a poem whose page is the fabric of time picture a silvered needle and thin black thread i am the needle these words are the thread thus you are the fabric of time you see how wrong it would be to attempt a poem whose page dimension was the whole of time that would be plain silly so you are the fabric of time and hence you are the poem the needle of I stitches in the thread of these words and because you is both singular and plural you is also you and you are also you and this fabric is a quilt built in many layers time is not time in this place of virtual poems poems are still poems in this place whether you like it or not although place is still open for debate among the people who refuse to live here this is a poem whose page is the fabric of time picture a silvered needle and thin black thread end Dan PS: extra bonus for you fixed pitch font folks
Re: the end, the hole poem
On Nov 26, 2005, at 8:26 AM, Dan Waber wrote: this is a poem whose page is the fabric of time picture a silvered needle and thin black thread i am the needle these words are the thread thus you are the fabric of time you see how wrong it would be to attempt a poem whose page dimension was the whole that would be plain silly so the fabric o f time and hence you are the needles ofmy stitches in the thread of these words and because you is both singular and plural you is also you and you are also you and this fabric is a quilt built in many layers time is not time in this place of virtual poems poems are still poems in this place whether you like it or not although place is still open for debate among the people who refuse to live here this is a poem whose page is the fabric of time picture a silvered needle and thin black thread end Dan PS: extra bonus for you fixed pitch font folks
Unwoven poem
Unwoven poem To possess and demodulate a cipher wallowing on the wings of an interleaf where nodes of another exhaust discern the bloodsucking sextants of interspersed beings (rhizome, corm, tuber) on the cylindrical coils of a mucked up rotten disk swallowing a dash of burnt umber in one gulp :: To flax with the gibes of a gaseous hatchel slinging sticky spatter around without even one inhaled hyphen of secreted xococ xocolatl in sight :: To flog the vestige of a dumpy rod with a hollow core memory intensifying a magnetic field by the windings of an asexual splitting into fragments of fissional unicellular nuclei cleaving to a double curve with the shape of an elongated S :: To minify a hollow cosmogonic floating point soaked in a chasm of piteous non-linear eardrums shafting the flue of a conical utensil that mooches off the act of embodying an incorporeal fucklessness that emits a fickle shininess precipitated by the folioing of what palliates unnumbered leaves drenched in the slickest intervening of adroit slipperiness :: (to be continued) --Bob BrueckL after Jukka-Pekka Kervinen's -rwxr-xr-x
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Peter, the link would not open for me - seemed to require authorization. Can you help? Sheila --- Peter Ciccariello [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: In-their-midst-II A 3D Landscape Poem http://tinyurl.com/a3vg9 -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Woven poem
Woven poem To deseed the modules of lethargy in the fluid night of liver lust all scrunched up down in the dawn of the thyroid where parasite-lipstick-wonks drone on about drooping clusters of thrashing text. --Bob BrueckL
Re: Woven poem
Oh, i love them drooping clusters of thrashing text - droop and thrash droop and thrash! John Dr. John M. Bennett 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 - Original Message - From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Date: Friday, November 25, 2005 1:27 pm Subject: Woven poem Woven poem To deseed the modules of lethargy in the fluid night of liver lust all scrunched up down in the dawn of the thyroid where parasite-lipstick-wonks drone on about drooping clusters of thrashing text. --Bob BrueckL
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This is stunning! I've done some work w/ text and forms in Blender - what software are you using? This reminds me of Mark Tansey's paintings... - Alan On Thu, 24 Nov 2005, Peter Ciccariello wrote: In-their-midst-II A 3D Landscape Poem http://tinyurl.com/a3vg9 -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ ( URLs/DVDs/CDroms/books/etc. see http://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt - revised 7/05 )
slaughter poem in perfect rime
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Jack A. Withers Smote poem
Smote sent me this, seems he's trying out my recent sonnet form: Whip With the sardines of your neighbors those very pretty plastic balls like hosers on the shore strong models of your jungle verbiage in the cellphone lake Lick every entity Organ hand and legless jokes some jackoff zoo with puddles of cough syrup you stirred the long mud clues and stacked gum smokes, the eggless hands and doormen Lentils heavy dick Cake dome hell on the swim curbbages bumbled glove your yodels snore the bomb closers petting every wall in spastic clothes: oh neighing floor of hard beans: the whip! Jack A. Withers Smote After Blaster Al Ackermans The Sardines of Your Neighbors __ Dr. John M. Bennett 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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Poem or Song?
Poem or Song? Ain't she sweet? It ain't necessarily so. Tell it to me confidentially So I may spread it abroad. Your ending surprised me In that all of us went on. Open-ended and closed simultaneously. The boat dances To the waves' strut. As the tempo picks up We slow down to it Long enough to allow Some great silences between us. Two sister churches wiggle in the distance. Frantic antics spill over into our love. Tom Savage 11/3/05 Yahoo! FareChase - Search multiple travel sites in one click.
Re: Poem or Song?
It's a poem, in need of editing. Where are the silences? Why are there redundencies? Nice start. AJ --- Thomas savage [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Poem or Song? Ain't she sweet? It ain't necessarily so. Tell it to me confidentially So I may spread it abroad. Your ending surprised me In that all of us went on. Open-ended and closed simultaneously. The boat dances To the waves' strut. As the tempo picks up We slow down to it Long enough to allow Some great silences between us. Two sister churches wiggle in the distance. __ Yahoo! FareChase: Search multiple travel sites in one click. http://farechase.yahoo.com
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to scoop up ( a Chinese poem!)
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a poem
from weightless Gertrude Stein wrote, a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose. its not the flower but the language we seek. the name at the naming core. if we could nip this in the bud. I mean, would we? I am willful telephone; I am willful days nights. I am Carnegie, the last man standing. at the end of our senses I am waiting. if I am pressed for meaning. means overruns me, outweighs. a meaning. he thinks it is this way in this way in this. is this. this pearl of wisdom. what? strange delusional, I am marking my territory w/ weeds w/ thistles. do you remember that summer we spent? or by the house in Toronto the owner decorated w/ toys bells whistles figurines. like living in Susan Musgrave's car. I have not been able to find it since. your red red scarf. the tang of you fresh grapefruit sweet. I am neither passive nor pigment. www.robmclennan.blogspot.com -- poet/editor/pub. ... ed. STANZAS mag side/lines: a new canadian poetics (Insomniac)...pub., above/ground press ...coord.,SPAN-O + ottawa small press fair ...10th coll'n - stone, book one (Palimpsest Press) c/o 858 Somerset St W, Ottawa ON K1R 6R7 * http://robmclennan.blogspot.com/
Political Philosophical Poem
Political Philosophical Poem* Be affected by phenomena. Leave numbness to the dead. They like it. So it belongs to them. Show them the money And they laugh loudly or quietly The more and more of it you show. When your miracle Turns out to be a wet napkin, Did you renounce your mistake Or continue promoting it and yourself? The art of conversation Requires a basic understanding of silence. Few talkers grasp this. But you may learn it if you try. If the name of your magnum opus Sounds like a restaurant, Where do you go from here? Suspicious awareness Has always been an oxymoron Except when one's life is in immediate danger. Blow smoke rings around your hopes Before they vanish. The absolute dictatorship of time Disintegrates when placed in your hands. How you handle your own name May or may not involve saying and signing. In this battle of the titans All the false gods fall. Tom Savage 10/10/05 *Good Night and Good Luck, a film by George Clooney with David Strathairn Yahoo! Music Unlimited - Access over 1 million songs. Try it free.
Torn Paper Poem
Torn Paper Poem Love his face, I guess. Screw it down so as to have You seriously. I drew it While eating a banana, see? He's leaving. Let's follow him. He needs to see it close. His students ate him anyway. How many look to see one minute. The next minute it's another joy. Still, they were enough to be his face. All of his faces are coming closer, whew. Tom Savage 10/5/05 Yahoo! for Good Click here to donate to the Hurricane Katrina relief effort.
visual road flew to haunting end/newspaper poem crashes
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Re: Torn Paper Poem
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Tosca Poem
Poem* Mrs. Overcoat has a theatrical memory. When the statue wiggles, don't mistake it for a wink. For every key there is a dooor. A bath may be on order soon. Recognize harmony and join in. Aha, they cry together, Touch-appointing for grownups. Not so up close but still very personal, Spectaculary brief like most things Remember as glorious peaks. One grown-old wife thinks you're another's complaints. "Libertine", a word I've never used before. In a free country, What stops me, I wonder, But not for long. The usher gets to sing in the chorus. A young Michel Simon as Scarpia Might seem a bit strange. But in the new old world we see today, It could happen. Dust off that statue. You needn't make it smile all the time. Imperfect life with real people Smiles only as it sings. The raid of life Runs through all kinds of waters. Die, go, before we dissolve. My ultimate thanks May be from children to come Whom I will never see. Lucidity and levity walk hand in hand. What direction they take Is up to you and to me, too. We carry enough scars with us As it is. Let us Leave them aside now and proceed. Tom Savage 9/10/05 *Tosca at the Amato Opera Company House Yahoo! for Good Click here to donate to the Hurricane Katrina relief effort.
RSS Poem Generator [with manual mezangelled] Output Vers1
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Image Poem
The moment I opened the door, I realized that something hideous had occurred... http://photos1.blogger.com/img/2/1002/1024/The-moment-I-opened-the-doo.jp g -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
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Quoting Peter Ciccariello [EMAIL PROTECTED]: The moment I opened the door, I realized that something hideous had occurred... http://photos1.blogger.com/img/2/1002/1024/The-moment-I-opened-the-doo.jp g beautiful:)
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mistake these were not found pomes but food pomes i sent the last time
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Steve asked me to let everyone know that theseare actually called Food Poems and here's the Gemorrah Remix AH Gemorrah Remix nutritional poems eat your words take your words or any one else's that you prefer lightly salt /or pepper depending o n th e mo o d y our s or t h e others' crumple place in mouth chew well swallo w nutriot i onal val ue: n one or muc h depending on whose wordsth ey mi ght be bloody birdy take one road kill alread y crus hed pre ferabl e a pi geon if you're a city dweller add some gin a bit of ensure blend shake we ll dr ink or pour over a frien d's head nutritional value : zero food or thought dream far the l imited rye if foo d were b irds sandwiched 'tween mouth tamouth stretched inta mayo w/thei r eyes i t alked t o them this morning these birds in me mind communing outside-in as li ght rose e eeek ek eee eek ek t a speak twas fo od fro m thought formed breaded lightly then became a morse l amor sou l e eek e ee k dipped in soy or tempt aura source tasty to the teeth to nguech ewed 'n swallo wed digested shat the song as spelled su ng if words wer e food well fed on ta lk alone grown fat ask what each one mean t in digest form ingest ing form s or s entences broken like a sonnet on the palette ah th e roof of mouth b oney har d fl eshy soft the pallet where they lie before t hey s poke smelli ng ta sting s pittin g out a dish hors d' oeuvres burning verbs conso nanting fo wl amo dified p reserv ative a metaphor /li ke if food were birds i' d str ing them al l toget her like sente nces if food were wor ds i'd hatch them all li ke eg gs then i' d bake e m' fry 'em pouch 'em boil 'em broil 'em steam 'e m cook 'em o ver an open fir e slow ly barbecue each syl lable while slowly turn ing t he spit fea thers p lucked made into quills lining s story books these s peaki ng birds th ese spok en words nutri tional poems eat yo ur words take your word s or any one el se's t h at you prefer lightly salt / or pepper depending on the moo d yours or the oth ers' cru mple place in mouth chew well swallow nutriotion al v alue: non e or much de pendin g on whose words the y might be bloody birdy take one road k ill a l ready cr ushed preferable a pigeon if you're a city dwelle r ad d some gin a bit of ensu re ble nd shake well drink or pour over a friend's hea d nutrition al value : zer o food or thought dream far the limited rye if f ood w ere birds s andwiche d 'tween mouth tamouth stretched in ta mayo w/their eyes i t alked to them th is morn ing thes e bird s in me mind communin g outside-in as light ro se e eeek ee eeek ek e k ta speak twas food from thought formed brea ded l ightly then became a morsel amor soul eeek eeek dipped in soy or te mpt aura source tasty to the teeth tongue chewed 'n s wallowed digested shat the song as s pelled sung i f word s were food well fed on talk alone grown fa t a sk what eac h one m eant in digest form ingesting forms or sentences broken lik e a s onnet on t he pal ette ah the ro of of mouth boney har d fleshy soft the pal let w here they l ie befo re they spoke smelling tasting s pitting out a dish hors d'oe uvres burn ing ver bs con sonant ing fowl a modified preservative a metaphor /lik e if food were birds i 'd strin g them all together like s entences if food were wor ds i' d hatch th em all like egg s the n i'd bake em' fry 'em pouch 'em boil 'em br oil 'em steam 'em c ook ' e m over an open fi re s l o wl y barbecue eac h sy llable whi le slo wly turn ing th e sp it feather s pluck ed ma d e into quills linings story books these speaking birds these spok en word s nutrit ional poems eat your words take your words or any one else 's that you prefer lightl y salt / or pe pperde pending on the mood yours or th e others' crumple pl ace in mouth che w well swallow nutriotional value: none or much depending on whose word s they might be bloody birdy take one road kill already crushed preferable a pigeon if you're a city dweller add some gin a bit of ensure blend shake well drink or pour o August HighlandOnline Studiowww.august-highland.com
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This is folded up ancient page from calendar someone sent me--the page not the calendar! Has been sitting here forver unnoticed until cleaning up a ittle . This is what it reads like in its present condition: breeze to this my shoulder has its truth _ FREE pop-up blocking with the new MSN Toolbar get it now! http://toolbar.msn.click-url.com/go/onm00200415ave/direct/01/
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Very funny, Steve. What movie was this taken from? Could be the Titanic, a movie I've not committed to memory so it's only a guess. Only kidding.Steve Dalachinsky [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: found poemStu- Make List liketranslated as star - maker listDavid Does _love GextensionLOWER Deck WinDoW TO6" ABOut RooFPorch ok survey(?) 1050Will BE Finished w/REARWall 9/14IBEAMS? Rear DECKFRI SAT Start on Front6ft OFF Wall 28(crossed out) Days35 DaysWET MaTeRiAl (?)DriLL INSERT Plug4 - 5 People Yahoo! for Good Click here to donate to the Hurricane Katrina relief effort.
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As a courtesy to others please remove all headgear Offiice of Parole and Probation From: Thomas savage [EMAIL PROTECTED] Reply-To: WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Subject: Re: found poem Date: Fri, 16 Sep 2005 08:39:59 -0700 Very funny, Steve. What movie was this taken from? Could be the Titanic, a movie I've not committed to memory so it's only a guess. Only kidding. Steve Dalachinsky [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:found poem Stu- Make List like translated as star - maker list David Does _love G extension LOWER Deck WinDoW TO 6 ABOut RooF Porch ok survey(?) 1050 Will BE Finished w/REAR Wall 9/14 IBEAMS? Rear DECK FRI SAT Start on Front 6ft OFF Wall 28(crossed out) Days 35 Days WET MaTeRiAl (?) DriLL INSERT Plug 4 - 5 People - Yahoo! for Good Click here to donate to the Hurricane Katrina relief effort. _ Dont just search. Find. Check out the new MSN Search! http://search.msn.click-url.com/go/onm00200636ave/direct/01/
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nutritional poems eat your words take your words or any one else's that you prefer lightly salt / or pepper depending on the mood yours or the others' crumple place in mouth chew well swallow nutriotional value: none or much depending on whose words they might be bloody birdy take one road kill already crushed preferable a pigeon if you're a city dweller add some gin a bit of ensure blend shake well drink or pour over a friend's head nutritional value : zero food or thought dream far the limited rye if food were birds sandwiched 'tween mouthtamouth stretched inta mayo w/their eyes i talked to them this morning these birds in me mind communing outside-in as light rose k ek ek ek ta speak twas food from thought formed breaded lightly then became a morsel amor soul eeek eeek dipped in soy or tempt aura source tasty to the teeth tongue chewed 'n swallowed digested shat the song as spelled sung if words were food well fed on talk alone grown fat ask what each one meant in digest form ingesting forms or sentences broken like a sonnet on the palette ah the roof of mouth boney hard fleshy soft the pallet where they lie before they spoke smelling tasting spitting out a dish hors d'oeuvres burning verbs consonanting fowl a modified preservative a metaphor /like if food were birds i'd string them all together like sentences if food were words i'dhatch them all likeeggs then i'd bake em' fry 'em pouch 'em boil 'em broil 'em steam 'em cook 'em overan open fire slowly barbecue each syllable while slowly turning the spit feathers plucked made into quills linings story books these speaking birds these spoken words steve daalchinsky nyc 9/15/16/05
Re: found poem
This fell out of my ancient book Apprenons le polonais (let's learn polish) Ce bon vaut UN POINT Gardez-le! i like the way it is arranged on a pink business card From: Steve Dalachinsky [EMAIL PROTECTED] Reply-To: WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Subject: Re: found poem Date: Fri, 16 Sep 2005 16:31:10 -0400 actually found that thing on the street minus line 2 i need to talk to you tom call me _ FREE pop-up blocking with the new MSN Toolbar get it now! http://toolbar.msn.click-url.com/go/onm00200415ave/direct/01/
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found poem from the film The Looking Glass War spoken by Pia Degermark. you don't have to go to Kalkstadt let's go someplace else where there's sun spain anyplace no father no mother we can print our own newspapers we can make our own people
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found poem Stu- Make List like translated as star - maker list David Does _love G extension LOWER Deck WinDoW TO 6 ABOut RooF Porch ok survey(?)1050 Will BE Finished w/REAR Wall 9/14 IBEAMS? Rear DECK FRI SAT Start on Front 6ft OFF Wall28(crossed out) Days 35 Days WET MaTeRiAl (?) DriLL INSERT Plug 4 - 5 People
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Re: Tzara Poem
It was a marvelous performance of a play I performed in many years ago in a staged reading probably as part of a poetry project workshop. I was glad to see it done professionally and with some other interesting plays as well. Thanks for asking, TomSteve Dalachinsky [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: how was it?__Do You Yahoo!?Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
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Tzara Poem
Poem* Balance the world on my head. Wear your stomach around your neck. It agrees with you. Nothingness no longer bothers to exist. So it sings instead of blushing. Take leave now For the kingdom of words Follows you wherever And whenever you go. Tom Savage 8/18/05 *Written at a performance of The Gas Heart by Tristan Tzara__Do You Yahoo!?Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
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who performed the Tzara piece? On 8/19/05, Thomas savage [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Poem* Balance the world on my head. Wear your stomach around your neck. It agrees with you. Nothingness no longer bothers to exist. So it sings instead of blushing. Take leave now For the kingdom of words Follows you wherever And whenever you go. Tom Savage 8/18/05 *Written at a performance of The Gas Heart by Tristan Tzara __Do You Yahoo!?Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
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how was it?
Re: Tzara Poem - AH Fertility Mix
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Re: Found Poem
since milosz write that it's not a found pome i would say that is precisely what is at stake. but maybe it's not a very good poem. it is awful about the vonneguts steve, i'm so sorry. galapagos is supposedly written on the air by a ghost's finger. ~ ~ ~ Helen Bridwell poet net artist [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Re: Found Poem
about 30 of my books got wet in a flood yesterday all the signed vonneguts ruined tho they were pretty much ruined already anyone wanna buy a ruined signed vonnegut?
Re: Found Poem
On Aug 15, 2005, at 4:51 PM, Steve Dalachinsky wrote: about 30 of my books got wet in a flood yesterday all the signed vonneguts ruined tho they were pretty much ruined already anyone wanna buy a ruined signed vonnegut? Hmm, maybe a vonnegut-signed ruin, if you've got one around. Hal The bacon too carries on its modest love affair. --Tony Towle Halvard Johnson email: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [EMAIL PROTECTED] website: http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard blogs: http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com
Primitive Poem
The Red Bangs of the Long Nosed Star. pinocchio-puma taking octagon showertrickling fickleenantiomorphsat dihedral anglesto the chiral anti-prismaticsnub-cubewhich housesthe canonical formsfor radiatorsand much moremucho the mixtec pinocchiowhose figure is part of the middle entity's name glyph found on the roof. But, as a name, it wears three star pendants, but no long, upturned nose. The glyph changes into a long-nosed star creature when set on the huipil of the middle figure. She also has a "star emerging from a star" crown or headband. The second female wears an eagle with long feathers that, because the name glyph above her contains a clear scroll effect, probably indicates "fire."and fire is the louse on the weaslepainting M (called a "culture")in iron filingson the coldestof magnet daysa single blue glass tubethrough which a dart or llama passesand this is how capitalismshows its animal facewhen the friendly teen-ageralone w/ Crocket Populismcomes to regardthe cafe'as a kind of knife-diploma-walkerthen finally peating-stillthe ways of investment-get realized-the elegant sloping insidesof a fatal ski-runare broadcastto delicately determined creaturesinhabiting a filigree encrustationof volatile organic verbs a diorama to houseAnother icon, that of a bird/fish bears only one blue fin which may indicate its sky origin. As the bird (meteorite) with its feather (fire) tail encircled by a ring, entered the waters of the lake (as in Lamina 14), it would then become a fish. Mental transitions such as these, illustrated as simple line graphics instead of computer morphs, are common art forms of cultures we consider to be primitive. the watering cans give one last salute: pinocchio's proboschitz'd monorail, cheap rides for nuhus to curl mountain.
Pipa Poem
Twnga Twang For Min Xiao-Fen Play me a koto, a lute, or a pipa But emphasize the distaff, off-staff notes, please. Someday you'll play like this, Merry If you spend a couple of happy lives At the koto factory. So hit that box, too. John Cage kisses you. All ancestors descend to our ceiling. It is a healing all angels endure. Grace is the primary element in sound. So dot...dot. . . . dot Tom Savage A few moments of mandolin. A couple of days at the 20th century harpsichord. It all adds up to sweet air. Good gods borrow; great gods used to steal, ahem. You shook your box. I shake your hand. Even if the medium is only some intermediary space, Kimio Eto and some old pipa players Whose names I currently do not know Bless you with their outstretched, glowing eyes. Place name here Do not return to or for sending 5/27/00 by Tom Savage__Do You Yahoo!?Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
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Found Poem Lost
Found Poem Lost In Translation I found a poem. Then I lost it. If you know where I left, , Send it right back to me. The border crossing guards will help you. They may be Muses or extraterrestrials But they know their jobs And are sober enough to see. Real mothers find poems in their babies' teeth. Fathers may have to look elsewhere. Godfather poets get hired and fired. Last born; first reborn. This revolving door between lives Accommodates almost all. If all you know is media, You may need a mediator between you and life. You can choose between an angel, A devil, a priest, or a lover. Only one may prove qualified. It's up to you to decide whom To trust your present future life to. Be sure to leave a tip before dying. You may be assured more ease the next time. I refound the lost Found poem I lost in translation. Someone left it for me At the Lost-And-Found: The midwife had A midlife crisis In the midst of A video arcade. Where have all The subtitles gone? Long time passing out And in, Then vanishing Into water-fat air. Tom Savage 9/14/03 *Written while watching the film "Lost In Translation"__Do You Yahoo!?Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
Re: poem
so this is like a black hole? i've been trying for six months. you just have to learn to accept thatyou're stuck.On 6/12/05, Michelle Vanstrom [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: could someone tell me how to get off this list? I've been trying for two weeks.
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no , i once unsubscribed from a black hole so this is like a black hole? i've been trying for six months. you just have to learn to accept that you're stuck. On 6/12/05, Michelle Vanstrom [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: could someone tell me how to get off this list? I've been trying for two weeks.
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and decided not to return anymore no , i once unsubscribed from a black hole so this is like a black hole? i've been trying for six months. you just have to learn to accept that you're stuck. On 6/12/05, Michelle Vanstrom [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: could someone tell me how to get off this list? I've been trying for two weeks.
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could someone tell me how to get off this list? I've been trying for two weeks.
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i've been trying for six months. you just have to learn to accept that you're stuck. On 6/12/05, Michelle Vanstrom [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: could someone tell me how to get off this list? I've been trying for two weeks.
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Re: Action Potential - a Visual Poem
yeah, how to communicate motion with a static medium? stalagmights / action-potential singularity preceding big bang. regards peter jUStin On 5/6/05, Peter Ciccariello [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Thanks Justin. I don't get a sense of moving cars, it appears almost sculptural. -Peter -Original Message- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Fri, 6 May 2005 16:45:38 -0400 Subject: Re: Action Potential - a Visual Poem interesting take on action potential here's mine, don't know if i've posted it to the List before... 2 cut-ups of lit-up signs photo'd from moving car at night http://www.users.muohio.edu/katkojn/action-potential.htm jUStin On 5/6/05, Peter Ciccariello [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Action Potential - a Visual Poem http://www.cgi7.com/peterimages/actionpotential.htm -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ PHOTOGRAPHS - http://uncommonvision.blogspot.com/
Re: Action Potential - a Visual Poem
interesting take on action potential here's mine, don't know if i've posted it to the List before... 2 cut-ups of lit-up signs photo'd from moving car at night http://www.users.muohio.edu/katkojn/action-potential.htm jUStin On 5/6/05, Peter Ciccariello [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Action Potential - a Visual Poem http://www.cgi7.com/peterimages/actionpotential.htm -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ PHOTOGRAPHS - http://uncommonvision.blogspot.com/
Upload and submit your poem in the Virtual Island:
(The project is moderated so your poems don't appear immediately..) Welcome in the Virtual Island of Poetry of The 51st Venice Biennial 2005! http://it.geocities.com/isoladellapoesia Upload and submit your poem in the Virtual Island: http://it.geocities.com/isoladellapoesia/isola_virtuale.htm Accepted languages: Italian, English, Spanish, Portuguese, French. If in other languages, please, join a translation in one of the languages mentioned before. *** Please submit only one poem, max 25 lines. Selected poems will be published, starting on June 9th, on La Repubblica Arte and Karenina.it La Biennale di Venezia - Visual Arts - 51st Edition Isola della Poesia / Poetry Island Curator: ACHILLE BONITO OLIVA Art Work, Installation on San Secondo Island, and Project: MARCO NEREO ROTELLI Virtual Island: CATERINA DAVINIO In collaboration with: Karenina.it, La Repubblica Arte, Paolo Vagheggi, FLOATING RAFT ON THE SEA: event with Achille Bonito Oliva, on June 9th THE NIGHT OF POETS: Venice given to poetry in the most beautiful palaces and parks, with great international poets. Stay with us in Venice!
