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 *

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

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.

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

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 -

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

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

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)

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

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

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: dimension me

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

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:

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

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

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

let's schedule a friendship

let's absent our souls from punctuation let's unvarnish work let's be driven softly to the show let's do laps around pernicious attitudes let's disposed of antique chapstick let's not kiss let's listen to the point click of the saplings let's record our faith in shadows let's intoxicate

I am your adjoining consecration

whenit is time to roam toward sleep, one pencils in an attitude (not once have I begun to mourn in future tensehalf out of alignment with whatever was supposed (in a splintered derivation of replenishing I form the nextnowheld up to light into an afternoon (only supposing

Re: I am your adjoining consecration

sheila. lq - Original Message - From: Sheila Murphy To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU Sent: Wednesday, September 20, 2006 5:32 PM Subject: I am your adjoining consecrationwhenit is time to roam toward sleep, one pencils in an attitude (not once have I begun to mourn

pajama parity

here's a calc- I made meself, says seven plus seven equals do-what-you-want-with-it-my-eyes-are-closed. (I've lost the urge to ratify.)get going onan earthen dowry. start gripping algorithmic trash. the tuppence one is worth two of the same unless we're splitting hairs again.my heirs

The Poem of I-Don't-Like-You

Big full-of-the-love heart b(ull)rushes up against the bully heart and then what? Coaches on the side past, present and to come exclaim beatitudes on steroids, trying to get a rise, it's called, out of the hurt heart. "Tell her to _ (let's call it "collapse") herself." "Tell her to off

Re: The Poem of I-Don't-Like-You

d, and she would talk about Arkansas, the woods and the ticks. I got the feeling she didnt like it very much.yours Lanny - Original Message - From: Sheila Murphy To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU Sent: Thursday, September 21, 2006 8:38 AM Subject: The Poem of I-Don't-Like-You

Sitting in My New Chair

Life is complicatedly good. I answer the phone "bueno." After the crash, I came back as a saint. Since then, it has remained a sin to want me. Good lifetime, Mrs. Calabash.sheila e. murphy

Re: Sitting in My New Chair

thanks Peter and Alan!!!Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: On Thu, 28 Sep 2006, Peter Ciccariello wrote: Quick note to tell you how much I enjoyed this one, reminding me of my father, in Jimmy Durante's voice, wishing us kids a good night. - Peter On 9/25/06, Sheila Murphy <[EMAIL PROTEC

Re: 2 experimentals

keep 'em coming, William. I want to know more about the changing anchor entity. Looking forward, sheilaWilliam Bain [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Your feedback welcome, of course. SonnetIt is not specified why the house is now a ship, a liner, yet sailed by lubbers—by us. The

sequence 10-03(06)

sand, not frost affords a gramof inference once soft-spoken relevanceor flower pure reverting to amendssummarily in torsion one lapses anddeflates full indignation while the rinseexceeds elapsed light of inquietude once sheila e. murphy

passage

all the little offices alight withinterrupted darkness once and once and sheila e. murphy

Re: passage

.~mIEKALOn Oct 4, 2006, at 2:02 AM, Sheila Murphy wrote: all the little offices alight with interrupted darkness once and once and sheila e. murphy

Re: textuality

I enjoy reading where this goes. Janine, the poem is a fine one, and William's response, welcome and interesting, as is the comment back. Thank you both, SheilaJanine Hoek [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Hello, William Thank you very much for your commentary. This is new for me - putting work to an

Re: let's schedule a friendship

Janine, it is very thoughtful of you to comment on this piece. I appreciate it. SheilaJanine Hoek [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Again, I have returned to this piece. So tender. With thanks.- Original Message - From: Sheila Murphy To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU Sent

Don't Miss This Exhibition

Hey, folks, I was treated to a wonderful exhibition of Cecil Touchon's work tonight at the Marshall Gallery in Scottsdale (see link below). I also had a lovely visit with Cecil himself. Bravo, Cecil! Come one, come all, to see this great work at the Marshall Gallery.Sheila

where he lives it is so quiet possibly he asks me is it ever louder where you are

staves to fill, staves to filter whole tonesis voice text? he says he wants a symbol to be conversation and in conversation to have something.somethingto have had, so quiet it is midnight in impromptu worlds we relegate to outside thinking.what is there to talk about

my experience is a valid miles-per-hour (stet)

promise you'll promiscuous the herald angels in my free time zeal encumbers why-not interrupt because because. I know techniques for deselection. I know also techniques for misappropriation. I know techniques for wall flowering the premises. do you know that I was premature and now I'm

care taking care

weathervanepoints northwindowfaces even the thin trees forming noticeable lines across the glassa child wearing mittens stops Iwatchthroughthe lower left hand corner of the window until she starts to walk again sheila e. murphy

Re: Kari Edwards

Deeply shocked and sad. I had no idea whether Kari had been ill. We were in touch just days ago. Thank you for telling us this tragic news. Sheila Joel Weishaus [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Alan: I'm very sorry to hear of Kari's passing. This is a loss to us all. -Joel - Original Message

if I am going to answer it is going to be now

is that your card I'm carrying? wince is what I used to do. feel less than remember what I felt. causality refrains from hiding in correlation. or is it the reverse? blend with me, he said, as if that were the same as making love. or identical to having made love once. the future belongs to

if I am to answer it is going to be now

is that your card I'm carrying? wince is what I used to do. feel less than remember what I felt. causality refrains from hiding in correlation. or is it the reverse? blend with me, he said, as if that were the same as making love. or identical to having made love once. the future

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received?

this never showed up in my inbox - just testing -- Forwarded message -- From: Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] Date: Dec 7, 2006 3:25 PM Subject: test message To: WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu just checking

seeking to verify receipt on list

testing - been having trouble sending -

Re: Gestalgarades, Tollerably Well All Day, but the Noise in the Attic Unremoved, or Moving.

Zounds! This is wonderful!! Sheila On 12/8/06, phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:  boscage, BRIMOS/ favor ㍨ _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* flavors a wish- bone dash to crack in a symmetric wash ing gnash ㍨ _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~* _.,-*~'`^`'~*

Re: if I am going to answer it is going to be now

Thank you very much, Obododimma! I appreciate your kind words. Sheila On 12/8/06, Obododimma Oha [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: *Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED]* wrote: ... what hurt will keep on hurting until it's named. Great lines, Sheila. Quite philosophical. Would have to explore

By Now / As Yet

By Now / As Yet One adjusts to loss, while one condones the symmetry, the air with dry to meet, as yet a norm. The hype of forth. And some of us and some of it. Appreciation happens whitely. Deep love comprised without the long hop. Work demeans fulfillment. All that we could ever. Her

does perpetuity have gender

cordial flecks of prior speech endow our silver with respite-shaped impediment. would you like to buy a pilgrimage? stay smart and it will get you noblesse oblige. I mean it. crispen your puttering. it's going to amount to much of the discourse. ramp up your shoulder blades in time for the

Re: I See a Spider in the Hallway

Thanks, Alan! :) On 12/11/06, Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Put this to music! Or someone, please put this to music! - Alan On Mon, 11 Dec 2006, Sheila Murphy wrote: I See a Spider in the Hallway I see a speed reader in the hallway I hear the sprawl of lieder in the hallway I

Re: Sailboat

Absolutely beautiful, William. I love this piece. sheila On 12/17/06, William Bain [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Sailboat All morning with subliminality trying to bring you back. I live on an island called Barceloneta, circumvallated on two sides by sea. What in the world do you think I can do

Re: Ctrl+C

glorious piece - thank you both, sheila e On 12/27/06, Peter Ciccariello [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Ctrl+C http://www.cgi7.com/peterimages/control.htm A collaborative image poem - mez ciccariello

tapshoes are the mule of innovation

mid-window her high- lights shimmed. evocations very plural sparked micro-audio debate as though some whole tone had wiggled its way out of the incision where a person wedged it and matriculation held only a pale while under the faulty lamp kiss and the slim sporadic hence glow fathering some

if you expect people to disappoint you, you will never be disappointed

populatio by its very overdose rescinds the act of sin just watch yourself not be satis-copa set ic (sic) in (despite the ruminative moment here no(w) sheila e. murphy

Re: My Best Times and Best Writing! At least I think so... :-(

Alan, you're knocking me out! Bellissimo, Sheila On 1/8/07, Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: My Best Times and Best Writing! At least I think so... :-( Sometimes supreme happiness comes my way as a fold or potential field opening up vast possibilities and new horizons. All these

Re: Geb e line // ignore the poco stutz

brilliant! On 1/9/07, phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: chukkabook (as in hoo!) chukkabook rabbit headed mesmerists dance in a chain around a tub an old woman thrashing there in deslon's fluid an android built by the members of S.A.P.I.E.N.C.E. whose five year mission now crumbles on the

Re: 365/365, Jennifer

This is glorious, Dan, a beautiful way to conclude a tremendous series that I've loved and will continue to enjoy reading. An EARLY-ISH happy birthday to you. You do your age (and any age) proud. I'm broadcasting this message to the wryting list while sending my personal best wishes, also.

democracide

intractable dream inadmissible dream infraction dream apologetic dream inflamed dream residual dream confederate dream deposited dream white noise dream same shame dream long line dream calm poise dream sangfroid dream lightheaded dream wan blood dream stalled pose dream wide open dream prompt

SPECIAL DOUBLE ISSUE OF SUGAR MULE: ANTHOLOGY OF COLLABORATIONS

SUGAR MULE is pleased and proud to announce a special *double issue #26*: *An Anthology of Collaborations, *guest edited by Sheila E. Murphy. Click on www.sugarmule.com and click on current issue to find a large and diverse gathering of textual collaborative writing. The issue, to be released as

many thankfuls are the habitat of I am present tense

many thankfuls are the habitat of I am present tense for Tim Scannell composite breakfront beaker qua replete with with with stowable p/ARTS glitter and stamping face face yes [squared] to hypothesis route this feel held field relished relishing return to all the posing stamps 4 cents 6 cents 1

two men

two men one never knew when he should go home. others with grace allowed this inextricable and unwanted bond to fester. he looked less young that he had ever been. another wrote about a gradual release of mind replete with complication that would often challenge loved ones, now declaring he had

all of his indifference turned to her

all of his indifference turned to her and she, a shell, filled with what void he could afford, that she could barely hold or re(f)use, midway through the coup if it was that, e(r)go the summary included not a shred of judgment, and his candor flopped during the delivery, which exercise emitted

Re: all of his indifference turned to her

great! On 1/18/07, phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: m awl leopard, glabrous ivory medallions tied to the tracks the loco motive leanns a wry streets and avenous italion ate the hroin the motor cycle whic h it champion now led nose flea frawl lode liver 'rode' let us efface hech uther on

he recommended she stop ordering

what seemed least safe was her insistence on new levels of detail he winced, to him the prickle of despair, almost contagious, when she -- all he heard was -- and the lateral intent -- encomium emerged in his wish -- erata spun -- still he would have hidden if -- and she for her part

Re: all of his indifference turned to her

defies the global warming so That even the unseasonable warming of our skies Cannot invite these people to respond To me, to each other, who are not their pets. *Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED]* wrote: all of his indifference turned to her and she, a shell, filled with what void he could afford

contrition pinks its way due north

quizzical inference spots the unframed daisies, dig? shelves boast life sans melody unless some children loll across the feathery kin meadows sparkling even wrinkled things, flinging their claims to dreamed eclat where sprinkles of dew revert to surface versus depth, unmimicking of stars center

thanks for responses

Gentlemen, I appreciate what was spawned by this piece today! Sheila

resume ecume

fault no b(r)other is encyclop after allega prompt glock faces self effacing rock rhyth deform inform induc way premised me the silk quilt proxy fraulein nemesis untoward no matter what what what sheila e. murphy

anyone near nyc - don't miss this!

* Winner of the Cafe Cino Award for Excellence in Off-Off-Broadway at the NY Innovative Theater Awards 2005 * American Theater Web: One of Top Three Musicals in Fringe NYC 2005 * Talkin Broadway: Outstanding New Musical - Summer 2005 Citations * *ONLY TWO MORE WEEKS to catch *The Death of

rigor of a sort

has to spritz has to stall has to brother has to branch has to comfort has to stand has to blot has to prompt has to clench has to dry has to thatch has to front has to jump has to fast has to last has to cast has to sew has to breathe has to stem has to steam has to match has to view has to

I Keep on Going Back to Make It Right

Each time, scars open, and the blood runs down. I look at each, decide to change what I can change. A frigid stare convinces me no hope is accurate, and yet within, there writhes an unbalanced, optimistic urge to fix what I can never fix. In the cycle that is real, projected happiness has no

Re: I Keep on Going Back to Make It Right

need, again. Best, Joel On 1/29/07, Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Each time, scars open, and the blood runs down. I look at each, decide to change what I can change. A frigid stare convinces me no hope is accurate, and yet within, therewrithes an unbalanced, optimistic urge

she rehearsed her pleasantries until they felt cropped

I like to look at what I listen to I like the format of a syllable on face with light around ensuing sentences I like occasional mimesis I like to toy with possible harmonics even in America I like the thought of primacy recency I like serious intention juxtaposed with a spritz of glee I like

Re: she rehearsed her pleasantries until they felt cropped

and is then followed with some memory. Thanks, Sheila. This is a good way to start the morning. Regards, Tom Savage *Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED]* wrote: I like to look at what I listen to I like the format of a syllable on face with light around ensuing sentences I like occasional mimesis I like

in mint condition, daylight

a reciprocal (low cal) morning shifts thought from skin reverting to and to four-poster plethoration of nudge points mounting from the night before and tulips butterflies gems all tender their projective cinching of the letterpress endowment in a budding cataract for now the nuisance value of

Alan Sondheim and Gertrude Stein

Great combination! Happy birthday, Alan, my friend. I wish you many happy returns. You are GREAT! Warm wishes from the Southwest, Sheila E of Maricopa County

always there

always there exists temptation to make more than is really there thinking into versus out of the incepting text upon (against, atop) the page the chore there is deciphering hinged with the tendency to project into the few low lying letters a format in form present always and with others sheila

Re: thought, finding form, rising

Very hauntingly beautiful, Peter, and a very intriguing piece all around. Thank you for posting the link to this. Your work consistently surprises and inspires. Sheila On 2/10/07, Peter Ciccariello [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: thought, finding form,

seven or so

seven or two shoulders lapse into the winter afternoon stretching lakeside to the brim coast means untended distance breath to single no port daveno that I relax into again sheila e. murphy

Re: Let's Not (Do It Your Way Anymore)

[EMAIL PROTECTED] [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org On Feb 15, 2007, at 12:12 PM, Sheila Murphy wrote: Let's undress this monument to endowed impocracy Let's poll

concourse || recourse || third course

say rule in front of me then shrink from doltage mispronounce the feed lots in a frenzy warm your speculum my frosty friend contain false adages pit sun against the rune moon put into play contiguous short silver in a trance weigh what you mourn while leavings face themselves as dimly lit

Re: concourse || recourse || third course

together -- the theory and writing movement. I love it's bold and contradictory defiance of definition --including this attempt. I think I will say everything -- with a bit of dash. - Original Message - From: Sheila Murphy To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU Sent: Friday, February 16

as a rule I do not think what I come out and say

it is better to unbalance the disparity still too early to predict and not a good idea to be older than one's thoughts, the shallow hope is only thin enough to slip past the untested brackets around youth still overripening sheila e. murphy

after JMB (from me)

read eel ain't cussin' gristly free lunged (g)nattily much pleasing now tips over the lute's typical struts a cuspy smokefest douses rest with crossed hands whooping from bed to pathic happenstance nailing the treehouse shut again what living conks out in a squall and numb like hind p arts

When You Learn to Draw Be Sure to Draw Dark Lines

When you learn be sure to know exactly Where the lines occur, and to distinguish Lines from not lines, and to own The capability to say where lines are, When you learn to draw dark lines. And when you learn to draw, remind yourself That teaching is the same as learning To draw lines. You are the

Hardship Comes in Supple Rows

You'll know it when you see stars and kindred soldiers, rain resistant and immune to coiled snakes sniffing glue-like cacti, exacting in their inbred capacity for sloughing off skin fitting like a reptile purse across the bones. Don't bother committing to memory, putting to rights this far cry

virtuoso bird on mipo radio

http://miporadio.blogspot.com/2007/02/virtuoso-bird.html Hi, friends, I'm honored to share that Didi Menendez has included my first chap (1981) designed and published by David Chorlton's Brushfire Press, on mipo radio. Have a listen. Big thanks go out to Didi for all her wonderful work. You'll

Re: RIP Gene Frumkin (1928-2007)

Thank you, Hal, for posting this. Gene is a big part of life for so many of us, and his legacy is immeasurable. Gene's work continues to be a huge inspiration. His self-effacing manner is only a part of the wonderful commitment that Gene brought to life. I hope that people reading this post will

she thought to have invented

she thought to have invented what she thought she knew, and ever since, the mantra she deformed would equal her decision to continue would abate the voicings she thought to have invented better voices might have made them gentler than she was in her past and present, constant life, although she

Re: Bennett Dalachinsky in NYC

Go, guys! Wish I could be there meself. I cannot wait to hear about both performances. Bravo!!! Sheila On 3/5/07, John M. Bennett [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: *JOHN M. BENNETT STEVE DALACHINSKY IN NEW YORK TWO SHOWS SHOWS TWO * *steve dalachinsky a rare new york appearance by john m.

five years ago today the loss

for as many days as I had known, there were magnetic eyes that noticed every surface of this earth, and there was tenderness, with generous reserve, a painting let us think, her voice was warm like that, her voice brought heaven to its hush, no matter where I was, the beam of light was there so

Re: _competition m.[d]body_ment_

Perfect! On 3/8/07, mez breeze [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: competition m.bodies the myth of freedom; -u r free 2 operate in an open market -u r free via demo.crazy .free 2 b smarter than ur neighbours .free 2 b as sarcastic + pseudo-liberal as u like .free 2 offer versions as fact .free 2 present

two of us are here and working

this is the woodpile this is a picture of the building that we want this is our staple gun this is the floor plan this is our attitude (see page 4) this is our choice this is the distance between elbow 1 and elbow 4 this is our heart this is our one heart this is today this is tomorrow this is

Re: test message - janice maxwell

Looks like you're in - getting the message here. Sheila On 3/13/07, Janice Maxwell [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Hi, all - just making sure I'm really subscribed! JM -- Get Free 5GB Email – Check out spam free email with many cool features! Visit

passage

lit poIis thatched (I wait beneath my roof for you) sends cielo past the query (sunshine matters) mode to center (crimped) tagline of force (I want you) as transgression passes for (preponderance) the posse of aggrandisement (of) curtains state (watch signals down) as I am vouching for (the list,

are you a government, major?

land mass quivers when I tiptoe tall across it this is mine, you scrub for hidden mines for nothing sells like greed to smallest wannabes the look-see of sub-par miscast wealth acquirers *plays* it is that simple, ample and injurious. *if you were the director* whose chain would you yankee out

Re: Poor Yorick in lyrical landscape

gorgeous On 3/19/07, Peter Ciccariello [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Poor Yorick in lyrical landscapehttp://www.cgi7.com/peterimages/Poor-Yorick-in-lyrical-land.jpg -- Peter Ciccariello Image - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ Word - http://poemsfromprovidence.blogspot.com/ Photography -

one day she was painted obbligato blue

friends scoffed neighbors blanched corporate stiffened light spread lover trespassed daughter blacked style shivered co-workers feigned godmother shouted manager starved stranger winked sheila e. murphy

Re: morning if...

very cool! On 3/26/07, phanero [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: morning if... http://www.hevanet.com/solipsis/images/solvoet.gif

No: the Item Was Exactly Wool Enough to Parse

I lifted away both woof and weft, deciding I would name something I thought was there. Indifference should be distinguished (from normed mercy and contiguous formation signals in the right lane). *Tell me about your spouse. *Is there some language we should use to close off jam sessions we

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