Monday, July 04, 2005

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Hotcakes are the new Pink



¿ Functioned to Throw Me Into the L-A-N-G-U-A-G-E Alone?


I mean I want to tell my story straight
except that´s not how
my hair grows, & willnever be
the buns journey across the sky.
Where the world emerged, or worlds,
if we are taking this any seriously.

Lets look how
our first footstep
ruins the room, the world.

hey share the moon

because whereever the creation
is will write the sign
kidney beans, perfume.

everything will run out (like thiss…

is the all of you in a basket back from the horizon
(syntax as re-creation…

renew the objects
here it now
make it new (ching ming or LING)

–and time it is still
the origin of time–

I cross the sections

between the material

My father has views of the ocean and the bay
(held and constrained)
who the hell is he to consider

the spell of the earth
was built a second
in the house you are
not staying awake

Charles Olsen:
An American is a compex of occasions.

Why Come Down From The White Tree (To Reveal Or Only To Be Revealed…

I am I
looking and not I
and translating not I
into I for I

As new I the I becomes
not the I
before there was
I looking but now I
doesn´t and stops
(writing I down…

I study
not I and reflection
the first I
as to now I
and allow
(the I to shift…

The truth I knew
becomes a dot
red in color
within a field
of clear grey

I is a knife
functinig as
as spoon
in the union
(of one remnamed new…

Before this I thought
but I didn´t mean
to change the view
was that the point
onions in the tortilla
or as container
the I allows shift Keys
glss, an ass packed,
before the chairs
were stacked
I was standing…

4 Comments:

Blogger Jes said...

Favorite part: thighs and this:

I is a knife
functinig as
as spoon
in the union
(of one remnamed new…


Love the language-

I is a wife
functioning as
a loon
in the uvula
deep and renamed
throat

I miss ya Chandler. Are you going to the tralala bar?

4:18 PM  
Blogger Jennifer Stewart said...

the fiction of me j in a comma , splice and not a letter home the'is lines are lonely, aching for a parsing like when i visita's the monument of the fallen angel and there was a resonance, after image of a hallucination quivered in the heat we could they could all see it, feel, not name it, but be it, do you not remember it, do you not, if you do, note the way the thighs on the train press close to one another, the smoke, the train, and the moving, the ever approaching and never reaching sea or canal or river or water body, can you smell it, and will you remember to say grace when you sit down to drink it will it take away the grey in your eye skin

2:28 PM  
Blogger BloggerRM said...

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8:15 PM  
Blogger BloggerRM said...

That s
it now too far
and only joining
con to to con
here this thing
named fumbles
with this thing
unnamed but owning
coat the phases
and read a gaging
again the they circle
table poor pool pore vowel
stop the ending the we
edited reference and spell
ing to the next
moment please leave
the meme anothe

8:21 PM  

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