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
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