Bamboozled No More! Fickle New England - In February we were buried in snow. Even the diehard fans of winter weather were silenced. And then I heard about folks begging for a bit more snow to ‘b...
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fund the knife, commandeer eyelash poppersIn "PUCKERED" we might find ourselves fawning over Bruce as one heckuva "Psycho-sister" who reads "high-handedness" in the "facts" of language, "not idealities." When Bruce discovers "sectional norms," "Faith as disaster," and "Caritas -- restir the gravity," I think it's safe to argue he's blasting both facts and ideals, choosing the higher handedness of language and its re-veining processes. It's an all-points para-sarcasm with sidebar scams played out by a few obvious swindlers to keep each of us motivated, laughing, and oh, yes: Downright un-American / What matter to the idea if indiv survives.
Allen took very seriouslyGreat graphics include a fanning windmill from LRSN and several photo-collaged lithographs by Kiki Smith.
his psychedelic experience with Tim Leary...
Among the first of those [Allen] turned on to psilocybin
were Thelonius Monk, Dizzy Gillespie, Willem de Kooning
Franz Kline & Robert Lowell.
Should put putThe larger portion of Sue's reading featured unpublished work translating, responding to, deflecting Dante's Inferno. As in her "little pill" poems, Sue's dialog with Dante takes us where no one might expect to tread. Ok, Manhattan is familiar as hell, but hers collapses into a poem titled "Everything I Am Today Took Days to Drive the Noise Out." The first line: "And in this green room a sun." It's most fortunate Sue has an unexpired visa. Staying in Manhattan she finds at once "hope the air is full of" and "poison. We say me always." By Canto 3, she's inflated, bigger than a single borough, proclaiming, in caps, "I AM THE HURTING CITY FOR ME ENTER..." The extreme anthropomorphism and taxonomic permeability that Sue relays in 248 mgs. now pick up hapless topics, body counts in Afghanistan, "America the audacity dragon," "Focus like a string through the center of a body the flesh like a sphere on its pole," and, oh yeah, throughout Sue makes a real fuss, "an ink commotion" to take out "this dark country" that would be Dante himself. I know. I know it seems pretentious for a contemporary even to try to deck Dante. But Sue is not showing off -- rather she's researching what makes us numb, "blown forward without choice" or with only "two choices / hard competition or soft coddling," ours, "the crazy place...all together now crying strongly," symbols and targets, "sad pose exposed."
go to work today,
doctor? TV makes
other people feel
so free. Feel me
Pointing to the much-ruffled damsel with the jaunty hat, coquettish shoes, and calmed by his fear they were of a kind he was to others. The pleasant curve about his mouth was the memorial wasn't it? It is, for compo's don't begin with two words on one side. I'll get it, he said, and Christie's heart gave way. Home, tired and cross, for bills were pressin', work slack, and folks talkin'...Continue reading.