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Friday, March 10, 2006 a
praxis and an orange ... dependent in extremity ... a whirlwind and a title for the new book ... called Conferences and Nettles in Semi-Burly Annotations ... these matters of our fingers and legs are secrets ... sacred wanting ... thesis-driven phone calls came next and next as a tennis ball our seamless bouncing comes to a conclusion ... children of the storm nestle near ... students of shells in sketchbooks ... understanding all the rules an older generation took to refute ... god or god or god or god impatiently ... not much like the old movie with william demarest in a bowler ... a short mess no one seems able to order ... but stop fearing and start to know why he or she has a learning disorder ... why any one cleverness has an answer for both parts ... why people mark us as maids and handymen because we say them not these ... when not because ... over not after Thursday, March 09, 2006 will
a few more ... frightening verbs fetishes abundance ... of a few more in the luggage poets ... will a candle of them will a few more ... ports have safety nouns and vices ... will any few many look at last like lovers ... in dictionary confusion ... in prayer stalls with lowing beasts ... will any few say don't be afraid we're made ... enough of light & dark don't be afraid ... don't be ... afraid ... don't be afraid bringing
... exactly as every day the opening we turn from because it's the end of some world and a door nobody painted ... i'm in flowers and stinking of i'm earth and still what opened combining with what eye got walking in a blurred beginning ... walking to the light ... then walking back with a sack and a hoe ... i'd be grateful sometimes even for a factory or a shoe ... the end or edge of the world begins every day in leather and cotton ... eyes over pages maybe touching ... but probably not a touch ... get ideas about and propose it as the next of the highest ... even in thunder we don't need to say ... every sound for a storm ... so pocked we go thoughtless as our own lame philosophy ... engineering and snuffing and sung like boulders to sand ... watching the last wave for the next good habit ... there's a thing and its idea is it jazz or the old bad rambunction so long as it moves it's jazz enough ... for any dance that gets a line is a good one for me ... laughter being rice and a timeless theme like rice and its whiting ... all in one then everyone and pieces in coming on (after
reading stein's "if i told him," a student writes, It almost seems pointless to read, but the is credit were credit is due. then smartypants teacher:) but the is is but the the is credit due credit is due credit due as is credit were credit due pure credit due is credit is credit due is is it credit and is it due is it almost as almost is almost to read pointless to read same as to read open to read as seems is to read credit would it were it as credit were credit were credit were where credit where credit is is it due is it due almost if almost as almost just almost to read credit i believe as it almost seems due. i believe you believe you believe he is as credit is he as due and as credit. i believe and i think he is. is he due once then he is due credit as pointless as credit for reading. i believe a fine credit were due were due was due and done. (and another student, I do not think that he put that much thought into writing that short poem.) Wednesday, March 08, 2006 Tuesday, March 07, 2006 formally
a floor ... a floor as pressure or activity ... floor from a tremulous cause ... resisting a floor making southern exceptions ... it's the heavy furniture after all in a floor of hips and arms ... what a fine foolish floor Monday, March 06, 2006 one
is my cabinet just as an orchestra ... two is flashing now but stops ... an argument three slides away ... four on both sides ... a brand new temperature held
under and green as ... there one and there two make a home of it green ... and singe old skins ... of hair we notice and forgive ... of brands in plastic it's a lazy one ... and another willowy ... of course so
in the solid that the air ... big as business ... or as in pain ... far enough to faint ... i'm collecting russians ... and residents of ... rock cities named for nothing and tangible ... as now for water Sunday, March 05, 2006 worked
forty years as an indirection toward sunset ... mobbed in rose light ... graced in a station ... the public previous & equal ... i've got nothing but years ... new edges ... chaos parts ... partners back west ... with excluded eyes & nodes like eggs from hard work all hours of night & day ... all hours which
... ! ... to make of an expedition at once troubling ... & reassuring ... we go ... no i go ... we go to blink ... and ... ! ... at once Saturday, March 04, 2006 plain
old tarp over it and a story about the cattle nobody holds cattle anymore but in a certain slight tale there was a man and a woman who owned a farm a good piece of land until the city came with televised libraries and taught them all to pose in good light for work and money portrait of an old media celebrity on the farm in a book. please go on. what salvation can be found there fallen or as you upended in the old lumber stack boards and whole worlds without books a fact that mind saying anything will sooner or later be just enough. a car with a red and yellow clown by no one who had ever read the book about the farm or the cattle keepers in heavy gray work clothes america spent days doing hard work and what came of it what? every one in heaven every day thinking about one self that's me in the formal suit this the face i dressed for all the saying out to the ghosty farm we didn't and we did deserve a story worth a mirror we have had back to finish your phrase currently  |