2/29/16


Stanford. Harvard with mirrors.
Same-sex insiders sleeping on railroad tracks
‘Which is a way of drawing…’ near:
A helluva free channel
Jacksonville, Gaza.
Hubristic feng shui (turning in waves of the light
In shadows — the it-calls boss function) —
A giddy notation to a story.

Visuals are formally at odds.
Parts of a bigger act with no data.

Moving backward. We’ve been sensing this for cars are boxy no, more rounded and pointed again. As mortal participants in consumer culture, we would grab any phone if offered, but what is this cheesy line up from the right wing? — I thought we already had that. There’s the iPhone, then, and now that Brown v Board of Education is reversed, the misery of recidivism with un-earnest twists — economic, stylistic, preternaturally political — disaffects our days.

[drafted 2007]



2/28/16





How to pronounce an umlaut.

The flip side of formalism, the in-yr-face improvisers hold our attention. Hannah Weiner is perhaps our most performative, non algebraic example. The young John Wieners (and I’d stress the elder even more). Now there are divers texts and opuses that look unplanned and freely improvised. Can algorithms be improvised? Some names are familiar. O’Hara, Ceravolo, stretches of Notley, Mayer. Sometimes Spicer, sometimes not. Coolidge. The wildness of not knowing where each is taking us would be a common satisfaction. Today’s practice comprises the layering of plans and improv; post-Coleman we speak openly of fake jazz in music and look for positive results. Similarly, the fake improv of atomized procedures — to point to a sprawling phenomenon — allows for a number of rhetorical questions — Can algorithms be improvised? — along the way to sketching a counter addendum (nachträglich) between plan, no plan, an entry to inquiry about where writer and the writing are going.

2/27/16


How to win. You have a wicked hand in this.

Speaking of the pure land, he wrote you over her,

          & solon
                    -ture

Deposited above political utterances with structure.

[As a loan officer who rewrites regularly she cans herself um
To delete something and call it his...]

I see your idea. Gnarly aviation.

Purity of the surface deed’s record perked into light

          handily.

Private property struts, wound up slugged ghastly from penmanship,

A ’contract’ in big physics on its back.

There’s envy of haters’ swimming synchronized, beyond prayer —

With or without personal anecdotes we global capitalists itemize all bets.
One pleasure is borrowing sentences to raise our
Consciousness:

All experience is seriously correct..
But what is?

How can it if I tell you what I’m?

I’m in no hurry. A life was charged
now curled up on the menu.

(Have to go.)

There I am preaching to your eyebrows.
(Cave safely.)

They meet on Mt Snow, north of the town offices
first on drenched tho
slackened



shaking the tidal vapor thru no shadow weighed, no


less than ten or more seconds off the slopes



above steps coincided with the light


clipped to the final base blast patching the thaw



— spirals discharge, wind heats the ground and trees open.






2/26/16




Selfportrait with clippers, fighting blood sugar.

[RNA follows commands. It’s a collective.]

I remember this thru 3rd parties.

Sunrise. Whose-ever rhyming system — Uhmmms call up oblong homonyms,

Playing back strings to pop songs —

[Earle Brown for the audio ground..]

Mashing stencils into phosphate tads, keep-saking ourselves.

2/25/16


A country road. A tree.



— Samuel Beckett

“The float is radiant, jammed with radiant things,” had

Simon Schama anticipated, not long ago, “but no, had I bee-
n eloquent on the spot we’d need no caption.”

The float anticipated the base point ..
What does there’s still a move to go do?
“It’s just a feeling, the only unmoving part.”

The float seems to learn aides can be unwelcome overnight:

“And here the float inserted a bonus to exchange and not so bad —
a physical act of fondness that can only end in a draw sustained one by one
getting up, stretching for an hour.”



After glamour there’s power. The virus is already inside us, wo-
lfed down improv crap, we’re pre-wired or is there a fee?
Radiance now is the lather of swing. Remember deliverance?

“What if it doesn’t work. Then what?”
In every time and place of our choosing: Act gathered.

2/24/16




Mitch Highfill
fourteen alba
Situations 2016

At trobar camp all you bring are wet marks on your shirt — there you go — sent,
sotted, eager for songs front and center.

Songs as fluent arguments in daily pleasure, borne in heartbeats and bright keys of fourteen alba, a valentine in free verse about morning after morning encamped with affection, achieving “aerial views,” daily notes “that can be sung.” By “reaching over to what is / now your side of the bed,” Mitch Highfill sweeps us in, “I wake up before you, / and roll over to watch you... // your... hair spread out like a splash.” Mitch feels more than “landmark” heat “back to back”; he and his other “can buffer / time beyond a given intensity.”

Left alone, a crooner is nostalgic: “I open my eyes / look to the ceiling and return to the world I was enjoying before / I woke...”; again, “holding / what you left behind, knowing / I would navigate the simplest / maze to take me back...” More often, Mitch delivers notes to what’s visible and close: Notes to the sky “washed clean and blue”; to figs “ripening all / at once”; to a “smile while you sleep”; to “the fence festooned / with squash vines.” (In that last note we ‘recoup’ the lexical force of festoon!)

Most fortunate, there’s up time propaganda: “legs / entwined and gently moving / to a music only we hear.” The workout is physical, “greased for sun” and “burning in / the pit of my stomach,” extending the trobar’s desire for “another hour to replenish molecular / relationships under our skins.” Counters to all this glamour are well timed, bringing the exquisite other back to earth — “your feet poking out”; “you / are mock indignant. / Thankfully.” Or trobar brings Mitch’s feigned panic into clearer view — I “make coffee, and make a great / show of having to leave...” I’ll say these poems are more than affectionate. They inhabit a state of grace that’s carried away “into your ear. And it is.”

2/23/16


During the break we reached an agreement,
so the ham’s anger has hatched.. while his endurance
enables the passing tourney (tense Foo owners)
to nuance emotions for the 3-in-1 innocents to proceed.

I remember looking up at you, at —
ahem — feeling an urgency in ideas. Women, men:
We live in a debt growing city state. Maximum restraint
= get it done don’t talk to me.



Pumped with mandatory inflows of feel-
oops, they’re metering to block counterfeiters’
hen of steam: Art of the algorithm, all

Personnel will have to be shifted or fired,
still come to work anyway, achieving a seemly
bliss of the non-willed state, enlightened but as it is, lacking need.

2/22/16


For the last doomsday, veils, desserts, sorts of
rd were all over thus

Stripped of our exaggerated status and worth.

And you could intuit indecisiveness of a national i.d. and hardened m.o. from silences, retakes and feral scents of feeling cornered in a soulless piano bar

Until fixed with

Yeah the diction. She wan’t oin to lt he peronaity
to hear that still rests on firmness.

for Auden

for Tom Clark



for Lisa Jarnot




Who will you be when we take up past lives

or linger over oranges, apples, a blackjack of planes

and volumes of ourselves in the polish of gaming
from which we now resign, in grace (3 cherries).



Oldest life, oldest touch in the darkest towns

(someone’s lyrics) buckets of reds, of someone’s colors

in towns of red streets, carnival streets

of wine in bottles, women and men in

shards of streets of seers, as if towns of air.



I toast anyone else holding the perfect suit

in focus, carnival glass, red goblets letting the workday

slide away. Afterward, I leave home and go to college

and get involved being there facing the sky. I win, I win.
Tell me, poem.

2/21/16




The Flying Nun no longer exists. Scant dissonance, no disruption. There are
Appearances, such as a vantage baseline, shopping boundaries.

Monkish antinomy left the office to half-
Center
on taking off for pinier points;
My 3-D models are you & everything else I can be w/ w/out you
& chaos in the air again.

It dawns on me
Before it’s blasted onward chaos’s completely offhand
— having seen it, married it earlier I’m where
The kettle of urgency is

& I don’t mind if I look worn or beaten up. I’m wearing

The international costume, stretch poplin, in a trance.

2/20/16


Bernie, Hillary, one’s had one’s fill of parallel truths.

For example, Che returns. He acts out opening credits for a new revolution,

The will of the living & well armed faces Scene 1:

Wire sculpture as an abstract tortilla

Scene 2: Understanding light years of atomic structure if

& when Scene 3: Can you walk thru what ethos grows empty of teaching w/out a semblance of the sacred?

Getting started: Customize by setting higher meaning to the no-merit style.

(Some nun asked him not to go into this.)

That aside, highlight one path. One you can reselect in the auditor menu under the ‘cut off everything’ simplification: To get rid of styling on a bit of doctrine or prior schooling, just choose ‘clear doing’ to reorder fresher formats & inserts with juicy laminates —

Now in place a lilac-dark abode, Earth.



Once your public is mounted you can add your own awesome content!
Your first lover.

He could heal you thru.
Then the forces of narrative happen, seeing breath fixed
on the floor as it circles midair,
and we see your ETA.

We won’t be a second late — your ex boyfriend
understands we can all meet seeing you.

That’s the gist.

2/19/16


A bright spot on the game horizon, we’re beginning to see a need for a blanket authority or foundation to issue antinomian licenses. A nondemocratic institution that constitutes only one of a set to which no legislative rule or parliamentarian voice matters, no second thoughts, no heuristics, and in which nothing un-elfin or hurtful belongs or stays put, holding ourselves to the test doctrine of multiple shots at Todd’s Miniature Golf.



2/18/16




Libido and new ways to be policed are on man’s brain (one of any pulse); the first few words take on character. I’m trying to clean this up [snip] I have to leave enough ‘intent’ to keep him happy after he’s finished I’m finished. This is an exemplary yet limited procedure, so I’m framing it tight as in manufacture...

− it gives one a glimpse into conditions shaped for war or “The Owl and the Nightingale.”

2/17/16




The music brokerage remains in aerospace.

A morning flew by.
My best friend is my
most erotic partner. It’s a cooperation.
But nature’s purpose has nothing to do w/ that.

It’s snowed,
attack dogs toughing it out, snow
melting before white statuary. Of cats.

2/16/16


Knocked up by tyranny and apparatus, unattainable vote totals involve dull intrigue and romance, equipage of the half-taught or self-illumined. An inured slice of childhood domains.

So I liked primary grades more. Later, in romantic poetry, one waved breathing up, inclined within a radiant distance — wearing nothing but a motive for eagerness to do what we were afraid to be?

Disrespect feels like eavesdropping. I lived the peach flash thru that witless dialectic. I drank your Labrador tea. And for doctoral research I took up free, motorized speech.

Hold on, I was handed this bag of sentences.

Puissance of a quick jolt sort, holy body of music —

Sir, m’lord,

Parlance should sound ok, staying measured outside,
What Esau called discourse in action


And that wore in your bearing for a good while.

At least there was this calculation along with a core construct
About mascots protecting protein networks and access to the core.

For team members, researchers, professors, writers, it’s easier to keep consonants
Down our throats than dissemble in front of coaches running the plays :

The equation can be reduced to pedagogues = mascots.

2/15/16


I’m talking in American.

Not going to lie to you, I watched us dream economics affecting a radius, destabilizing its temperament. Looters and rhombus-gatherers, all doing well respectively; it’s great work, cuts straight through its own restructure creating more chopping patterns to abandon.

The chip becomes a background to soundtracks. Entire sectors of us feel it’s about time, epic sums in new slender totems. The walkway and instrumentation

are redone in full combat. Let’s clink Solo cups, wondering about tidbits of hyper-literal churning depth. It might be feminists were on genome probation.

This is that world’s decision theory now. (Ideologues always get stuck on the last line.)

Citing a theory of state w/ good grammar,
Your card de-activated.

It has an active voice now, dropping ‘was’ —

High cognition animating your card
Observing very little ethical cohesion. For oomph

The gloves come off ..

Modifiers in its little chip note each commitment of yours on its riddle gauge, new units oozing w/ data until you stop.


Finish a stretch and the state gets confused. Confused the way


Danzig is the Wallace Stevens of evil urban clusters..

Ok, this is not Danzig. Clinically proven.
But theory is something else.



2/14/16


I miss knishes.
Passion motifs shouldn’t die.
Live to be admired.
How people talk.




Paganism: One thing is to thank you guys who sent in money. Another is getting and staying in voice to bawl
poll taking is rhetorical. It is, no what if

If for now what if is not that impractical,

I have 1/2 a mind re-imagining Dexter Gordon (it’s easier)
By Corelli as well as my life on a cattle ranch dissolving in wind sheer.

Taking chances put us in this lissome interpretive state (birth), after all. Function varies like dandruff.

2/13/16


It’s February somewhere, lots of snow. We’re on our way out after a short film where Jacques
Derrida says eyes never age. He sees that even as I resist it. In the café I can’t resist drawing
Closer to a 17th century scroll occupied by Heian lords, reportedly, unadorned fabric staked to the
Ground as their backdrop, a blend of tarp and a silk threadbare enough to flip off wind within the




Scroll. In the film Jacques recalls his mama crying, “You have a pain in your
Mother.” A covariant on how a thin fabric constitutes the eyes’ hold on the place —

Three ancient physiques, dismounted, holding forth. As Janet leaves for a moment
I watch the ice coating steps to gardens outside the café. The courtyard, one of a pair, was
More striking when it was inaccessible from the coffee area. I remember it emptier than today,
Emptier in its Olmsted marginal effects, not just empty of feeling — even now with more snow and ivy
Along a wall opposite me it was less indistinguishable then, the trees fuller, weaker, how?
There were younger trees, not trimmed? But I take in the courtyard as it is now, hold
It as Janet comes back and we ride the escalator somewhere else.

2/12/16


They have a sentence for paradigms.

You and I are adding up wait time you say, keeping our eyes busy on that panoptic sentence for everything.

At the cautionary turn they still come up with innuendos to bag the half-orchid-half-gold, a toss-up.

In other words, please be true.

So I put my name in. Am I fit for that? Are you and I?

(I ran out of balls rating you. I found you driving me wall-eyed, as well..)

Data are fairly adulterated.

Emily’s neighbors.



None here. Their nonbeing left over. Ideas were opening as sides; logos is the entree. Enchilada. Pessimisms float a mathematics of situation (Thoreau) and unstructured white sky, satiric multiples (Wieners, Ricard). The contextual effects themselves like New England — which reservation? — become more fearless (less indiscernible) when innocence, acrobacy and banishment partner, vaunting in plain English. The glue is a content to / of the non extant. 


2/11/16




We should care, proverbially. And no. No use.

There are arguments out there, a few bitch comedies. Sick

Once in our republic of collaboration
we leaning were democrats.. then we left,

Bye. I’ll butt dial you
egressing, achieving little with any argument intact,
noting mortality in our measure
— to section itches and engagements
— go over, mix more with the census,
eco majors, it’s called an America you worship.

We’ve fallen in line.

But I am confused,
claimant of the photogenic vitamin to stop bleeding
is not a sentence, lacking, useless settling in
meaning in a way — a rain and raincoat of moods, one’s thank you for pastimes
as warm-bodied as visually queuing up for everything.

So you get it now, assigning you to us to go cathartic
is no yes vending graft about dualism
with hand and finger gestures where we get caught chatting.

2/10/16


For all appearances nothing lurid was due at signing. Default



Swaps in reconnaissance are at the barricades.

Bandits 1st.

You translators are a close 2nd.

You appear ok. This was about something else.

Trolls at the barricades have been taking icky notes where the weather cooperates,

Where reputations precede character, tact of apprehension remains.

Who will advocate for peace for the tranquil to empower the mergers & exchange?

For example.

2/9/16


0) nothing horrible, just horrible

1) both perceptions of opposites leveraged simultaneously

2) meaning not one and more original than none

3) causing internal illogic along w/

4) passing out on a black wood chaise to bring you back shouting

5) I love your idea but I repent to appease you

6) the adage first thought or never think never loses its death and life

What if there’s a non-theist way to prepare, provide? & what
if we’re both wrong but less wrong than who?

Let’s keep right, left far from fashion’s simplicity, & let’s
live together at night while we demodify

functions that describe preferences extemporaneously; 1st

we’ll fill a lull in motives. There’s inter-force rondure (Eric Dolphy)
as technicians put themselves into canons amid conflated reminiscences,
your honor, after mnemonics took shelter in convenience stores.

(Theseus, below, had raced thru the subway, filled w/ youthful mores.
Asinine language — you can’t call it dialog.) Above, ugly apartments.

Life-draining clothes. Absolute, highly recommended foment.

Yet the jungle is quiet... too quiet. (Theseus’s ex)



2/8/16


Creature masks are prerequisites, in reprieve at the School of Nobody ;

Teaching can’t be taught. You live within practice
To engage another’s psyche

you’re always wrong to prolong your appeal.

In a way it just feels like games. Too many credits ..
More pre-cognition than a poem, Bunny

We’re good with “no real choice.”
— one still has pretty good yoga probabilities
Even with nobodies (like us) and ticket holders of dusk
And young wrestlers who portray border patrol..



2/7/16


A morning crew, those weathermen
Waving arms over their heads in similar patterns —
This is their 1st stab at tantrics

Boiling sanguine, mad going thru a woman’s pinafore of latitudes, so let them.



They plan on writing love letters by hand
Disguised as glare in coastal space.

Perfect, she doesn’t judge, doesn’t see they’re drawing from other traces,
No matter.

2/6/16




Without counsel, full consent is a slog mating a slow burn.

You trust yourself by age 600 satisfied
Euclidean space holds the blueprints to make your home efficient.

That was before you were reborn or invented.

Recursions set in. You had no modesty issues.
You have none now, none detected, and fewer and fewer policy goals.

You change your shirt, put your weight behind a sketch (a study)
As there is no theory there isn’t theory
— it’s galvanized torture which escalates utterly

Formalities documented in the eye, so fine counter-stretched, kept on balance / in suspense —

2/5/16


A language tax break is inherited. In this regard sex is peroration.

[As soon as skeptics step o / -ver trays] They paste in genetic material.
[Is soon the word? [We don’t know what we’re not saying..



they seem mostly normal, feasible wanting nothing, just more trays, neighbors
or more going & coming around them, bereft of their own desires & systems.

Learning, teaching formulae like sea boomerangs] latticed on] It ends our economy, takes us
inside [ the parturifacient facility: We’re not demanding savings where life go- /
es shh. (Smelling pablum, staff set the power to prevent further questions.)

We’re devotees of labor
cut to impel comfort to a textual decimal of the property. ]
This may be why we’ll make notes before tomorrow

& let you know when.

2/4/16




What’s my business? Aperture systems led me to holding

Volatility models from tv, vocalism in a sense.

Hidden risks shift weight (merge accounts request).

CVS photo counter. I know him, he knows me, I admire him, he back.

Instructions are errands; I’m my own boss.

*



Flames stink up the place. Hay on fire. Let’s dump all this way in the rearview, leaving footholds in town, doubles of blurs in dizzy luxury, punching thru colorless straws and spheres.

Hay savors just punishment as regulatory propriety could and does care less, looking to nominal trivia thru guilt to found paradox — exactly what we reject or recoil from, summoning logical defenses to explain a Hail Mary.

O Mary, our neighbors are inflamed imbibers of the heterodox polemicist’s code.
Silly, wily, superficially yours, we have other ideas.

2/3/16




Ruth Lepson
ask anyone
Pressed Wafer 2016

There are ways to paint, it’s said, while attending to other things, other senses, for example, listening carefully to sax improvisation, feeling thirsty.

If you keep mixing enthusiasms you’ll be taking from one medium, giving to another as well as yourself — this sensual, sensible give-and-take seems the core of Ruth Lepson’s ask anyone, a 55-page libretto of short poems. Seeing painting, teaching, writing, performing in this manner lets Ruth make her points with sweeping economy of means and argument. The poem “knowledge in black” visualizes a pun, “switchmen... questions / are green” sleeping “stationery things.” Or:

I’m peeling carrots and I
almost start crying
    isn’t that funny

I was thinking

A few of us think about music, painting or poetry and we’re done with it. I’m glad Ruth thinks on the page to count out vernacular carrots and — I’m going to say — the metaphysical:

...until that time
you’re swimming in the ocean when time becomes
space you no longer swim     as a body

are we done

Finally, I say I’m glad because even the ‘done’ question is left in a green state. The writing here is provocative, agnostic, uncloying, like a good amount of the music she hears and contributes to at the New England Conservatory. Eg., at ruthlepson.com you can download terrific recordings of Ruth reading these poems with music written for her texts, performed by Box Lunch — hence ask anyone, libretto and more!

Sonnet: It’s irreparable.

But it’s in the repair shop because

It is the repair shop.

I’ll do what I can. Another day, slim odds. Almost the same as hopeless;

Different jokes turn over in sleep,
I .. Hey



.. I talk in a low register to get inside my face. My brow sports layers of sleep
relief, aching in baby, cutely accruing intimacy to belie despair over zero gravity.
So there’s no dead end!

It’s affordable Noh. That’s us with big hanging wolf eyes.
What goes around then comes gasping, the more irregular the breathing —
looks like he’s breathing! A spoon worm lives inside the womb,
a male redback dives inside the reproductive tract!
Into his mates’ fangs just to get eaten while copulating!

2/2/16


Welcome to we’re not friends; one’s a strategic partner \

Classification and career by evolutionary collisions =
One’s work multiplied by adapted preferences, vapor.

I think I love you all-purpose, all calm, never resolved,
Because we’re only one muppet and one marine

In a climate of drumming opinions and best practices —
Our bacchanalia talked up on the spot while it’s slotted in —

Getting tattooed is an addiction to visceral consequence,
Reigning over Proustian project boards, cost curves, etc.



The rescue party experiments with informality, expressive meta
Interaction alloys of function routing.

Terms are, go settle down through the evening and finish your agenda.
Perhaps heartbeats get covered by a shroud that frays,
Un-spools to gain advantage spreading the plan.

2/1/16


When I Was with You



Enmeshed values constitute the empirical or
it has something to do with sound. It makes them crazy.

If you hide your ego it looks better
blackmailed over meditation spanning the surface, no
message. So there’s nothing to represent, end quote.