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[O resplendent green sea! I slowly pierce] habilis,,, the acceptance of what is.. Peru finds headless mummy predating Incas in Lima By Marco Aquino Thu Oct 20, 2:54 PM ET That's still today. What's still todya/ Bringing it out of the earth, if I can't wait, I'll bury one more there isn't any renaissance underway shock pulse weapons innocent statuary of dolphins now forgotten by empty vile monsters (genral) next to the volumes of the genome no such Teddy Salad exists// clink for an anthropology of light humor the humour of light you boil the bile and light comes out :)(: and find always a dead bird by the postoffice Dylan watching the Cigars T'bringing it up out of the geode websurfing silver surfer miner 49'er mIEKAL aND draped in flexible mirror plankton "Think Jazz, Think Punk Attitude." deep matrix caves / habilis I a sad cilia wavering in the grand miasma/ ::::::::::: local currents Aphex Twin in my Cochlea Icct Hedral Philip Glass this viticulture tributary but what i wanted to mention wasn't Ken Nordine looking through the Escheresque rubix (loon) of eternity's MAroon, but Are "corticons" made from the Eccles Gates which connect mind (as wavefunction) with classical matter in the Bohm interpretation of quantum mechanics? faded spats of snow..// shrunken heads of paper Yes, I am having a little trip down to Manzanita. Manzanita, I dig you from the ground. You are the great marble carroot mile high cathedral of elongated babyhead maze. Manzanita, I dig you from the ground. You are the living light which through inertia is born in ignorant nomadic wasteland. Manzanita, I dig you from the ground. You are the wild green flourishing of cacophanous bullheads at the terminus of a disembodied tongue of galactic ANTI/[dirge]. can you read that? dead beetle. My Trashpo will be first. Your Trashpo will come after. Then we'll kiss the moldy-oldies in the Xploding Irie. Let me hymn in dark metal my galactic mother. SPAZZ Gummo Love Theme: 125. Coelom and 126. Circumoesophageal Nerve Ring 127. Annelid Cross and 128. Molluscan Cross 129. Trochophore 130. Prototroch 131. Metatroch 132. Ciliated Food Groove 133. Oral Brush 134. Akrotroch and 135. Meniscotroch 136. Telotroch 137. Neurotroch 138. Protonephridia 139. Apical Plate 140. Opposed-band larval feeding high flute.... Alan Sondheim on my Motorola cellphone. I'm in the kitchen and Tom Waits' Small Change is playing out of hearing range. raft of the Medusan's The last post recorded by NY performance artist sIM'One on her blog Yoot Unit says thus: you know they worshipped the yellowed medusa. they swam after her for miles http://sproutfungus.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-know-they-worshipped-yellowed.html Here's sIM'One as 'sprout': http://www.cliktrik.com/simone/valmonte.sprout2.jpg If I didn't have some method of tracking visitors, I wouldn't have ever seen her. Now that would be a shame. I like seeing 'sprout'. I once called myself a hopeful-sprout, I once called myself Bai Juyi Each person has some one addiction, my addiction is to writing: All worldly attachments have melted away, I am left with this sole affliction. Whenever I chance upon some lovely scene, or face some dear friend or family, I sing out a poem in a loud voice, in a daze as if touched by some god. You'll have to find the rest of it yourself. Go and dig in the geode of the earth and you are sure to find good things. There is nothing here in the earth that is not good. Even our Evil is of a very fine quality you must admit. now some slow wind sounds. spooky town.. as the old texas printmaker used to say. search: spooky town. http://img55.exs.cx/img55/5747/JackGothamstrueform.jpg Jack Gotham. Jack Gotham's True Form. In Linda Nochlin's Realism Now from Richard Kostelanetz's Esthetics Contemporary aside: is it just me, or does 'esthetics' ring a little dumb. shouldn't it be 'aesthetics'? I mean as a person as an a I want to be part of the process even if I'm not really needed. You can stick me in there. I look good. I make you look more 'historically accurate' more toponymic? 1876 W. K. Sullivan in Encycl. Brit. V. 306/2 The substitution of vague descriptions of dress and arms, and a vague toponomy, for the full and definite descriptions and precise toponomy of the primitive poems. Ever since Maurice Denis proclaimed in 1890 that a painting was essentially a flat surface covered with colors assembled in a certain order before it was a battlehorse, a nude woman, or an anecdote, realism has fought a losing battle for inclusion within the ranks of avant-garde art. Linda Nochlin. You are 1968. I am 2005, and I have attained the intuitive tolerance of the ultimate incomprehensibility of all things. There is nothing but to dig it up. To open the geode and let it sing. Dig up something. This is show and tell. A wisp, a fly, an annelid coelum, beefcake turks, whatever. TRUTHSTRANGEPOETRYMATTERLIVINGSONG SONGLIGHTGEODEMEDUSANSTUTTERINGGOD LIGHTOVALGASNIGHTKNIGHTWATERFRYMOG enough of that. silly man. then and let us rejoin the conjecture surrounding topsy-turvy. in a cheese shop. with a Conquistadores helmet. can you imagine? the entire body made of cells following a variety of rules. What a geode... [with a smile, so infinitely cold] Throbbing Gristle / Subhuman. Greyþ myn hors on hore gere, And lok þat þei be gay; Þat þey be trapped a get In topteler and in mauntolet. I slowly pierce you like a minnow.. Bug. Etymology unknown.
