Damn, can’t complain, when the children
left we had chipmunk ..
Tasted next to nothing, also a white winged crossbill
went berserk, wet bubbles ..
Hold on /
dress up or not?
After siesta I had no idea, no credo of here and now
when everything was almost an answer —
More measurements distorted your big frame —
We never quite matched up
Climbing into casual spectacle dozing, ritually putting
our lives together .. We’ll be back right after ..
7/31/21
23: My agent is in a rage. Imperfect
actor whose shortcomings balloon in ‘harmony’ & use.
Imperfect — for love’s epistemology scampers in secrecy
in so large abundance I weaken from fiercer ideas to leverage your silent heart.
Listen to my eyes, please.
My dumb mien may adhere to expressive rules,
pleading w/ you, entered into by trusting you first, always. It’s always
your clear refinement where character offers libation, a rite
to love you, and I act on my own so to speak —
Speak from your eyes so I can call for love and you can hear me now.
actor whose shortcomings balloon in ‘harmony’ & use.
Imperfect — for love’s epistemology scampers in secrecy
in so large abundance I weaken from fiercer ideas to leverage your silent heart.
Listen to my eyes, please.
My dumb mien may adhere to expressive rules,
pleading w/ you, entered into by trusting you first, always. It’s always
your clear refinement where character offers libation, a rite
to love you, and I act on my own so to speak —
Speak from your eyes so I can call for love and you can hear me now.
It’s a slide shot. Kind or not. We have functional emotions and this much-traveled camera lore with affects.
Countenance is material. Cold drafts are escapement, spray
forming part brightness with a pulse,
part average dare..
Enfeebled? Sleepy days of assented-to hours loosen us
from these biodata — taken to interiors,
into sussed, sonic focus.
Countenance is material. Cold drafts are escapement, spray
forming part brightness with a pulse,
part average dare..
Enfeebled? Sleepy days of assented-to hours loosen us
from these biodata — taken to interiors,
into sussed, sonic focus.
7/30/21
I thought we wouldn’t get back to sleep.
Dawn. I was going to call it “Draped Profile.”
Held from both sides.
Distinguished in feel. “Pronounce it.”
That’s good.
Now draw the strings. Ok
— what do you know!
It goes off the air base,
Hard to shovel, soft to fall
White, blue, pale
— lavish as doves
Which are no more
Swept with visual certainty
No matter how we change in love.
Dawn. I was going to call it “Draped Profile.”
Held from both sides.
Distinguished in feel. “Pronounce it.”
That’s good.
Now draw the strings. Ok
— what do you know!
It goes off the air base,
Hard to shovel, soft to fall
White, blue, pale
— lavish as doves
Which are no more
Swept with visual certainty
No matter how we change in love.
37: ‘Feelings are empty’ .. still / they’re
entitled − here’s where many motifs help.
Despite our comfort and wealth
I told the boss (after all) he should die in hell,
protecting shareholders from going into hock.
What’s a game emotion? the hang off it.
Nothing month. T’on. The shadows ’n
the lame, the poor, the despised will have
none of it.
Not a one in hock could bend, even a little. Simply phrased.
Emotionally poets think they know, a few ‘knowing
they have not made a point’ —
Shall I continue to enjoy dinner
Missing your motifs? Any or all of yours? Or should I be happy how
people say they’re living to be admired..
..to have a child? To wish you have..
How people talk?
entitled − here’s where many motifs help.
Despite our comfort and wealth
I told the boss (after all) he should die in hell,
protecting shareholders from going into hock.
What’s a game emotion? the hang off it.
Nothing month. T’on. The shadows ’n
the lame, the poor, the despised will have
none of it.
Not a one in hock could bend, even a little. Simply phrased.
Emotionally poets think they know, a few ‘knowing
they have not made a point’ —
Shall I continue to enjoy dinner
Missing your motifs? Any or all of yours? Or should I be happy how
people say they’re living to be admired..
..to have a child? To wish you have..
How people talk?
What is curious style?
There’s a cool but thoroughly staged oral tradition that’s like trail mix, so rhetorically honey-sealed and narratively palatable anyone with a few years of good high school English can have in. It’s clear long jumps and pull-ups in tone signify irony and distance about food prep and galley stainless. The gestalt is to flare up yet relax a while, stay urbanely offhand and sound normal, not superior in any obvious way. I’ve been saving a few hours for you. Do hang in. Dig it.
There’s a cool but thoroughly staged oral tradition that’s like trail mix, so rhetorically honey-sealed and narratively palatable anyone with a few years of good high school English can have in. It’s clear long jumps and pull-ups in tone signify irony and distance about food prep and galley stainless. The gestalt is to flare up yet relax a while, stay urbanely offhand and sound normal, not superior in any obvious way. I’ve been saving a few hours for you. Do hang in. Dig it.
7/29/21
I went to hell with you.
You gave me hiccups back on floor six. Now my senses are restored. The unoccupied mind is long overdue.
And I’m back in my vertigo seat, reading over and writing my disciplined boilerplate, my editor’s marble thought structure swarming with pleasant memories.
I hugged rugged trees in the upstart foreground, our encampment after
Ridiculous, I guess.. juxtaposed, dative..
One will need a clearer message for individual agency. There’s no humor in discretion. So forget it
— I forget empirical relationships the most, the visual force of a “mottled taxonomy,”
Complaints and sworn declarations,
I forget meeting you.
You gave me hiccups back on floor six. Now my senses are restored. The unoccupied mind is long overdue.
And I’m back in my vertigo seat, reading over and writing my disciplined boilerplate, my editor’s marble thought structure swarming with pleasant memories.
I hugged rugged trees in the upstart foreground, our encampment after
Ridiculous, I guess.. juxtaposed, dative..
One will need a clearer message for individual agency. There’s no humor in discretion. So forget it
— I forget empirical relationships the most, the visual force of a “mottled taxonomy,”
Complaints and sworn declarations,
I forget meeting you.
18: Allergic to verse? I believe a temperate art is set to make more mistakes, say, rough comparisons to too hot this month or one that’s past. Say, all summer you are more than nature’s change in course, growing (untrimmed) — owning the day for every moment — and knowing when to shine, to seethe.
And starting in May often seeing how hot eternal summer is, then fading all too short ah
Whew. Now we see you in fair poetry, an art
as fair as far and long as men can breathe.
And starting in May often seeing how hot eternal summer is, then fading all too short ah
Whew. Now we see you in fair poetry, an art
as fair as far and long as men can breathe.
We just saw (a few feet minutes from now, however)
Your address changed. We could have done it differently before you discovered the user
charts; the parent company was yours before you stole them.
You’re not going to be delirious are you?
Just for a stretch of disdain..
Robbing me from sleep where I rewrite chain letters you refuse to answer. Good for you.
Good for you — Making up a to do list! blinded by periodic breakthroughs,
Tho pragmatics circumvents the conscience to mend things —
The focus is on nothing we won’t do..
Your address changed. We could have done it differently before you discovered the user
charts; the parent company was yours before you stole them.
You’re not going to be delirious are you?
Just for a stretch of disdain..
Robbing me from sleep where I rewrite chain letters you refuse to answer. Good for you.
Good for you — Making up a to do list! blinded by periodic breakthroughs,
Tho pragmatics circumvents the conscience to mend things —
The focus is on nothing we won’t do..
7/28/21
20: Like voices & solitary genius in the workplace (seaside, e.g.) — smart, amazing particles sleep it off in traffic, affecting shifting hues up to the rolling bridge lattice. On you
& by you, nature’s face is warm & bright. All hues charged & painted brilliant to the eye — adding amazement & new purpose that’s stuffed with pleasure, not needing love, except when it comes altogether!
Thereupon we control our handiwork, less false than one’s life, almost like passion’s master-&-mistress gazing on you as passions grow.
& by you, nature’s face is warm & bright. All hues charged & painted brilliant to the eye — adding amazement & new purpose that’s stuffed with pleasure, not needing love, except when it comes altogether!
Thereupon we control our handiwork, less false than one’s life, almost like passion’s master-&-mistress gazing on you as passions grow.
You and I go over the Spinoza graphemes. I also was thinking it’s hard for us to get foreign sports equipment or a new o.s. without indices of suspicion and objurgating.
If you agree, I’m happiest procrastinating. We have a pleasant sencha. It strengthens our attention for doing so little.
Random influences could fill in our cancelled checks. Filling in on smart hills, cute and cuter butterflies having at butterflies, why?
If you agree, I’m happiest procrastinating. We have a pleasant sencha. It strengthens our attention for doing so little.
Random influences could fill in our cancelled checks. Filling in on smart hills, cute and cuter butterflies having at butterflies, why?
The jet gate opens to the drawing room, once a factory outdoors where snow & sunlight close their distance. The old new & new strung out on sectionals, an untapped atmosphere of oblique, puckish Swiss.. The Swiss playing the stunt of relays between workplace & dogma, everything everyone can live by w/out being sequestered or brutally charged by material objects : so by these shortcomings we softball in harmony around some helpings of sky & helpings of Swiss.
7/27/21
The contours are to look urbanely offhand and sound normal, asymmetrically curt.
Pulling a change-up tantrum repurposed into conceptual deflation.
Psychotropic bios are commonly diagnosed as parallel discourse twists.
Now one concentrates on the next available thing
Until one like me goes broke; summarily I’m screwed.
I then center on perception (whether beauty or wit), sustaining losses out of causticity.
Pulling a change-up tantrum repurposed into conceptual deflation.
Psychotropic bios are commonly diagnosed as parallel discourse twists.
Now one concentrates on the next available thing
Until one like me goes broke; summarily I’m screwed.
I then center on perception (whether beauty or wit), sustaining losses out of causticity.
Mueller on investing in Trump:
Absence of thought rules for executive authority. ‘For’ or in place of. That is a summary. Correct. Felonies are edged with intricate crosshatches over pastel word clumps, busy and redacted, hacked into non-exculpatory fudging. True, soft or hard, p.r. pellets change our misimpressions a bit.
Pattern a busy, contingent thoughtlessness that’s slime,
generally, as it’s all over me.
Next, he’s a waste of time.
Am I threatening him?
Absence of thought rules for executive authority. ‘For’ or in place of. That is a summary. Correct. Felonies are edged with intricate crosshatches over pastel word clumps, busy and redacted, hacked into non-exculpatory fudging. True, soft or hard, p.r. pellets change our misimpressions a bit.
Pattern a busy, contingent thoughtlessness that’s slime,
generally, as it’s all over me.
Next, he’s a waste of time.
Am I threatening him?
33: I may not be deep enough; loose alliteration masks that, only maybe
— maybe I’ve got a thought altering ‘mentalist’ landscape up my sleeve.
‘Heavenly alchemy,’ your words.
My love is the sun in the morning .. You have a roundish face, green eyes and a slender yet blunt nose that hardens your otherwise sad, unrecognizable features and sovereign eyes.
When I read about contradiction and ‘splendor’ I keep wiping tears from my neck, but I never read the sun in the morning as your love before I met you.
— maybe I’ve got a thought altering ‘mentalist’ landscape up my sleeve.
‘Heavenly alchemy,’ your words.
My love is the sun in the morning .. You have a roundish face, green eyes and a slender yet blunt nose that hardens your otherwise sad, unrecognizable features and sovereign eyes.
When I read about contradiction and ‘splendor’ I keep wiping tears from my neck, but I never read the sun in the morning as your love before I met you.
7/26/21
Spacetime. Slash pauses.
Totally never-in, our keyless Platonism won’t stand up as practice /
not while evangelic angles of light are making a fracas on our way home.
Vaccinated, I have a merciless itch.. what is this collapsed satori we travel into?
Other instances of ourselves / Passing the “casting
of cities,” thinking past us. Way past.
A normal 2 years B-4 messing with U. Why wait?
Totally never-in, our keyless Platonism won’t stand up as practice /
not while evangelic angles of light are making a fracas on our way home.
Vaccinated, I have a merciless itch.. what is this collapsed satori we travel into?
Other instances of ourselves / Passing the “casting
of cities,” thinking past us. Way past.
A normal 2 years B-4 messing with U. Why wait?
34: I have a base feeling of comfort in disruption. One point of a number that overtake me in a way —
Together, you and I define arcs of ironic repentance but worked out in a series of tear-shedding disputes. Just so, we’re still cloaked in loss. Loss of shame, loss of grief. A salve can heal my storm-beaten face but not the offending wind smudging our wounds into a double-cross of rotten smoke. Why?
It’s not enough I lose, ransomed to disgrace. I’m scared; ah, no relief as such. Not yet. I don’t travel well in new grief. I hide from your face even as it’s shedding dry tears, breaking promises, still breaking me.
Together, you and I define arcs of ironic repentance but worked out in a series of tear-shedding disputes. Just so, we’re still cloaked in loss. Loss of shame, loss of grief. A salve can heal my storm-beaten face but not the offending wind smudging our wounds into a double-cross of rotten smoke. Why?
It’s not enough I lose, ransomed to disgrace. I’m scared; ah, no relief as such. Not yet. I don’t travel well in new grief. I hide from your face even as it’s shedding dry tears, breaking promises, still breaking me.
Some witches stand way out in a group, my mutt
& a star couple born of passion, sparkles
that go the distance without going
against my finer inner pooch whose lion’s share of
derived practices crank open to show
neurotic coherence. The mutt’s
face loses color; she’s hoarse
& as dog-eared as Caligula.
& a star couple born of passion, sparkles
that go the distance without going
against my finer inner pooch whose lion’s share of
derived practices crank open to show
neurotic coherence. The mutt’s
face loses color; she’s hoarse
& as dog-eared as Caligula.
7/25/21
A valid socialist government is not that hot in Slavic labials.
Apparatchiks wear pilates for motives, eager too, speechifying shyly
With rabbity, squeaking voices, sounding like biblical
French — French is just plain meaner. And they negotiate cash for
Rapprochement. Keeping one’s posture simple on the corner of utterly out of space. I
Am still there
As well. My views are not incompatible with theirs.
Only there’s a redo for the first republic that we fail completely, openly.
Apparatchiks wear pilates for motives, eager too, speechifying shyly
With rabbity, squeaking voices, sounding like biblical
French — French is just plain meaner. And they negotiate cash for
Rapprochement. Keeping one’s posture simple on the corner of utterly out of space. I
Am still there
As well. My views are not incompatible with theirs.
Only there’s a redo for the first republic that we fail completely, openly.
Copenhagen interpretation:
Our active models are you & a perfect sweep I can live by w/out being
sequestered or bitterly charged for my own shortcomings
distended in harmony around some parts of sky
I understand as profuse clouds. Understand like take in.
Huh? Is it fire? Up in sparks’ glow
the moon made indispensable for smearing its light
that travels down in a tiered border-like scrawl?
Our active models are you & a perfect sweep I can live by w/out being
sequestered or bitterly charged for my own shortcomings
distended in harmony around some parts of sky
I understand as profuse clouds. Understand like take in.
Huh? Is it fire? Up in sparks’ glow
the moon made indispensable for smearing its light
that travels down in a tiered border-like scrawl?
Sonnet 3:
Now is the time.
Image & posterity aren’t everything. But they call you back. Same for dying. Let’s stop Pisces & disdain. Face to face, mark self
-love as no fond option. Unearned. Yet thru clear windows
April will renew another golden time taking form,
Beguiling as light flows. “Could you be more specific, my
Episteme?” April in its prime calls you, repairing you,
Your ears, your face, fresh forms of golden times remembered.
Now is the time.
Image & posterity aren’t everything. But they call you back. Same for dying. Let’s stop Pisces & disdain. Face to face, mark self
-love as no fond option. Unearned. Yet thru clear windows
April will renew another golden time taking form,
Beguiling as light flows. “Could you be more specific, my
Episteme?” April in its prime calls you, repairing you,
Your ears, your face, fresh forms of golden times remembered.
I forget ephemerality, I forget narrative.
I’m drunk on the environment;
I’m a working temp, a role promised Malthus that threw him over the cliff.
Now suppose a perfect Darwin of heavenly fury,
searing, puffy, relaxed and succinct.
Now an angel, let’s run some #’s.
To pass out when we wake is ample.
I’m at your side placing puts
on the evolutionary table, petite in wanting you (I do).
I forget farewells.
I’m drunk on the environment;
I’m a working temp, a role promised Malthus that threw him over the cliff.
Now suppose a perfect Darwin of heavenly fury,
searing, puffy, relaxed and succinct.
Now an angel, let’s run some #’s.
To pass out when we wake is ample.
I’m at your side placing puts
on the evolutionary table, petite in wanting you (I do).
I forget farewells.
7/24/21
Fun and determined, senator. What shall we dredge up today?
A friend notes,
Tonight’s salad won’t contain much nor belong to much itself.
Or
tho its taste promise is delicious to us, to tell it so to its face = sucking up..
taking nothing for granted
..we’ll leave the d.r. to taste maligners = our foreheads are void just thinking that way, why? — as if adapting to a contest among decentered pests!
Dioramas later,
soaking up positron equations I might short out 40 days, lent to us (our hobby and bent!) disabling us to commune midstream freely by the humming fireside. Yes?
Yep. I’m not picky. I’m trashing political-foam-bearing puffiness, that’s all. There. Chucked.
A friend notes,
Tonight’s salad won’t contain much nor belong to much itself.
Or
tho its taste promise is delicious to us, to tell it so to its face = sucking up..
taking nothing for granted
..we’ll leave the d.r. to taste maligners = our foreheads are void just thinking that way, why? — as if adapting to a contest among decentered pests!
Dioramas later,
soaking up positron equations I might short out 40 days, lent to us (our hobby and bent!) disabling us to commune midstream freely by the humming fireside. Yes?
Yep. I’m not picky. I’m trashing political-foam-bearing puffiness, that’s all. There. Chucked.
Caspar continues,
I’d rather not trouble you with my impressions of resource hoarding, so dependent on flow of daytime into night. Shades at midnight can ‘almost’ whisper faintly but I botch capturing even a fraction of their directive. My willingness to keep watch through the evening keeps up only to find your granting me permission to maintain my distance. I’ll let you go then. I knew you would understand.
I’d rather not trouble you with my impressions of resource hoarding, so dependent on flow of daytime into night. Shades at midnight can ‘almost’ whisper faintly but I botch capturing even a fraction of their directive. My willingness to keep watch through the evening keeps up only to find your granting me permission to maintain my distance. I’ll let you go then. I knew you would understand.
121: A friend writes, assurance from dharma augments the sport of being & being extends
to reproach general evil and vile absence : I am & most men are not that bad, not that adulterated
if we reckon our being accelerating just pleasures, and ok —
straight, rank feeling has a point & I see how others see it.
Count your own abuses, bevel-ers.
I may count on my thoughts, not others whose eyes seem false —
I think it good I maintain who I am.
to reproach general evil and vile absence : I am & most men are not that bad, not that adulterated
if we reckon our being accelerating just pleasures, and ok —
straight, rank feeling has a point & I see how others see it.
Count your own abuses, bevel-ers.
I may count on my thoughts, not others whose eyes seem false —
I think it good I maintain who I am.
Whom will we discover? How?
Do you both laugh? Per rules,
regs of sounding it out
it’s overdue.
You’re back in vertigo
yielding authority with no proxy.
Like a minimalist practicing karate high noon
: any of your remedy gets exaggerated, desert marsh = a bespoke presence...
What’s this the (x) about?
You say yay (for x).
Do you both laugh? Per rules,
regs of sounding it out
it’s overdue.
You’re back in vertigo
yielding authority with no proxy.
Like a minimalist practicing karate high noon
: any of your remedy gets exaggerated, desert marsh = a bespoke presence...
What’s this the (x) about?
You say yay (for x).
So far: There is still no nastier event in poetry since top dawg Arthur Rimbaud snitched on Paul Verlaine & switched off poetry to run guns. (What about that prick? Rimbaud, I mean. Can you rap over Bourdieu & Weil’s take on renunciation of the Dionysian crafts, poetry & lovemaking, as a coherent strategy in Rimbaud’s case? The system upended — production so restricted it pro forma led to killing the craft? leaving oneself out by reference to internalized, thus rerealized, revised, social norms of cultural legitimacy & self-perfection!)
7/23/21
The French have other words for inversions. See what their friends are playing. Find friends.
Absence of thought rules for higher authority. A busy, cool thoughtlessness that’s slimed over again and again, maybe.
It’s a fact eye contact is defensive but our checklists and strategies determine most of the contents. Uncreatured narcosis aggregates, drifting toward humane senses. (And all we did was tie up our shirts.)
This is how contingency shows up in texts, making sense from alterations that are situational within a figure-chicken / ground-egg round robin.
I retract my falsehoods. At the same time I condemn and mourn meritocracy. For all men are servants (JC et al.) that nonetheless practice projective geometry to respect the brain. (I don’t think it’s called Trampoland for nothing.)
Absence of thought rules for higher authority. A busy, cool thoughtlessness that’s slimed over again and again, maybe.
It’s a fact eye contact is defensive but our checklists and strategies determine most of the contents. Uncreatured narcosis aggregates, drifting toward humane senses. (And all we did was tie up our shirts.)
This is how contingency shows up in texts, making sense from alterations that are situational within a figure-chicken / ground-egg round robin.
I retract my falsehoods. At the same time I condemn and mourn meritocracy. For all men are servants (JC et al.) that nonetheless practice projective geometry to respect the brain. (I don’t think it’s called Trampoland for nothing.)
Feeling is feeling.
It’s said repetitive motion has gone too far
and some at all levels will be enclosed, not spoken of,
climbing into casual spectacle, ritually putting
other lives together & keeping nothing.
Trained staff encourages sampling,
sharpened, feeling a moral duty.
That was the life of the party speaking. Highly attentive,
morally camouflaged. A gun fired.
So you get it now about dualism, you can make 4 walls your rendezvous, hang a roof, lounge in queue for the motorcade. The ride feels small —
It’s said repetitive motion has gone too far
and some at all levels will be enclosed, not spoken of,
climbing into casual spectacle, ritually putting
other lives together & keeping nothing.
Trained staff encourages sampling,
sharpened, feeling a moral duty.
That was the life of the party speaking. Highly attentive,
morally camouflaged. A gun fired.
So you get it now about dualism, you can make 4 walls your rendezvous, hang a roof, lounge in queue for the motorcade. The ride feels small —
43: There is your dead-of-night agreement to let me in. Iron clad. Like skull with putty.
Urgent, dizzy, all agreements come down to earth time in dreams, darkly bright, best seen darkly directed.
The more you put on earth, you know shadows, shades, colorations are imperfect (un)seeing, but blessed (made more adhesive) and happy when I’m looking on you.
It’s much clearer in the light. Yes. That quick. This is a speaking animal in heavy sleep, remembering regression —
all days are nights and nights bright days. All time’s up.
Urgent, dizzy, all agreements come down to earth time in dreams, darkly bright, best seen darkly directed.
The more you put on earth, you know shadows, shades, colorations are imperfect (un)seeing, but blessed (made more adhesive) and happy when I’m looking on you.
It’s much clearer in the light. Yes. That quick. This is a speaking animal in heavy sleep, remembering regression —
all days are nights and nights bright days. All time’s up.
Anything Apollonian looks flab prone. In sciency prose.
O yup, refusal to arbitrate glamour, okay... we’re done
.. In my prose half we can break laws to shoulder perfection or save a life, once or
Either way is fractional in the context / e.r.
In the crazy wild apothecary we call all infinite sets
a rolling surveillance unwraps many polycarbonate essences.
For them, freedom is personal. There’s solid drama down a month of long halls,
binary fissions while we’re expecting one meta-interaction at a time.
O yup, refusal to arbitrate glamour, okay... we’re done
.. In my prose half we can break laws to shoulder perfection or save a life, once or
Either way is fractional in the context / e.r.
In the crazy wild apothecary we call all infinite sets
a rolling surveillance unwraps many polycarbonate essences.
For them, freedom is personal. There’s solid drama down a month of long halls,
binary fissions while we’re expecting one meta-interaction at a time.
The will to quiet is the flip side of getting a lit
-tle piece to burble, crying doubly inaudibly
for more power when a robot loses its job offer after a thoroughly successful war on the homeless...
I get scared how the losers meditate their spinning up to the new hostile
surface, w/ no message. So there’s nothing left as surplus.
-tle piece to burble, crying doubly inaudibly
for more power when a robot loses its job offer after a thoroughly successful war on the homeless...
I get scared how the losers meditate their spinning up to the new hostile
surface, w/ no message. So there’s nothing left as surplus.
7/22/21
Discovery entails voicing new speech from old,
Knowitall.
And [...there is no inside [...] only what’s already here [what I breathe] outside, which is continually immature, impulsive...] [and]
To observe what’s streamlined and compressed, aiming fast —
I’m scared. Good night to write up an accident or two that don’t matter, made tactical as we circumvent voice commands, remaking spatial morality into chance agency, no vision, no dash, no longer having to know.
Knowitall.
And [...there is no inside [...] only what’s already here [what I breathe] outside, which is continually immature, impulsive...] [and]
To observe what’s streamlined and compressed, aiming fast —
I’m scared. Good night to write up an accident or two that don’t matter, made tactical as we circumvent voice commands, remaking spatial morality into chance agency, no vision, no dash, no longer having to know.
Terry Eagleton’s formulations re text and production can be less daunting when edited to their central premises. 1) Production is the key. 2) Text is a production of ideology. 3) Text and performance are “analogous to the relation between grammar and speech” – a production of a production (such as a theatrical performance of a text, his example, or critical interpretation of a text, my example).
Speech is a product, not a reproduction, of grammar; grammar is the determining structure of discourse, but the character of discourse cannot be mechanically derived from it... In studying relations between text and performance, then, we study modes of determination which are precise and rigorous, not accounted for in terms of ‘reflection’ or ‘reproduction’. We are examining, in short, the conditions of production.
An empirical analyst accounts for the double performance of her enterprise.
Speech is a product, not a reproduction, of grammar; grammar is the determining structure of discourse, but the character of discourse cannot be mechanically derived from it... In studying relations between text and performance, then, we study modes of determination which are precise and rigorous, not accounted for in terms of ‘reflection’ or ‘reproduction’. We are examining, in short, the conditions of production.
An empirical analyst accounts for the double performance of her enterprise.
75: Every time I visit you in your mascara I become lucid about the fear you strike. Day by day you’re in my thoughts, food to my life. And I see your brilliance lives again, sure enough; it always has, fudging strife and abasement. There you are.
I came to poetry later than you.
Pleasure then the transportation of your soul take place about here and now.
Nothing for me. I feel I’m a pursuer of no delight, uninvited to the Worry Dance, revalidating my whorl of cement paintings..
Starved for a look, now, counting it best if the world
see both my fear and pleasure feasting off you, on your dime, thus, in your sight...
pursuing you in peace, all or nothing, with you alone.
I came to poetry later than you.
Pleasure then the transportation of your soul take place about here and now.
Nothing for me. I feel I’m a pursuer of no delight, uninvited to the Worry Dance, revalidating my whorl of cement paintings..
Starved for a look, now, counting it best if the world
see both my fear and pleasure feasting off you, on your dime, thus, in your sight...
pursuing you in peace, all or nothing, with you alone.
As Isaac passes from consciousness within physics to desolated marsh,
walk along with me. / Where to?
To the battlefront. Nightly measurement skyrockets (blasé for improvising
at first, then it coils & feels there are authentic possibilities) ..
I admire your parents (ghost punks), friends, enemies’ enemies, strangers, also ..
Charitable informatics is garbled when this derivative. Avoid rejecting
criticism, keep your smart object-waves under wraps ..
(I forget hints of confrontation let these other voices barge in,
forward, back passing thru the 1st position
of the sprout.)
It’s written (odd, eh?) that was enough. O May!
walk along with me. / Where to?
To the battlefront. Nightly measurement skyrockets (blasé for improvising
at first, then it coils & feels there are authentic possibilities) ..
I admire your parents (ghost punks), friends, enemies’ enemies, strangers, also ..
Charitable informatics is garbled when this derivative. Avoid rejecting
criticism, keep your smart object-waves under wraps ..
(I forget hints of confrontation let these other voices barge in,
forward, back passing thru the 1st position
of the sprout.)
It’s written (odd, eh?) that was enough. O May!
7/21/21
It’s hopeless, my life like my sweating over you, nondestructive, unextreme. I crack up when someone mentions reincarnation, but next time you’ll pick a family from a line of tenured scientists in the non-snickering future. We on the left are depressed because ours is a classless de-corporated shtetl — no need for socialists? time will tell. Tho, maybe there’s no option?
You’d still love political verse, but with reservations because of the dirt, all the skid marks and resonance of decay, “refined by distance.” I made sure you could tell.
You’d still love political verse, but with reservations because of the dirt, all the skid marks and resonance of decay, “refined by distance.” I made sure you could tell.
Lilac is a favorite zest. Then it plummets into difficulty.
Here we are, talking about it.
I feel so socialist. Validating market snapshots, optimizing the center:
More than a single system,
A huge agnostic discipline
About attitudes behind morals.
You know this open and shut —
Take it down / or thumb thru
The balance left over. Inhabit the brim
To the point you don’t have to know anymore yoga than
We know now — less than nothing, the inside of zest.
Here we are, talking about it.
I feel so socialist. Validating market snapshots, optimizing the center:
More than a single system,
A huge agnostic discipline
About attitudes behind morals.
You know this open and shut —
Take it down / or thumb thru
The balance left over. Inhabit the brim
To the point you don’t have to know anymore yoga than
We know now — less than nothing, the inside of zest.
It’s hopeless, my life like my sweating over you, nondestructive, unextreme. I crack up when someone mentions reincarnation, but next time you’ll pick a family from a line of tenured scientists in the non-snickering future. We on the left are depressed because ours is a classless de-corporated shtetl — no need for socialists? time will tell. Tho, maybe there’s no option?
You’d still love political verse, but with reservations because of the dirt, all the skid marks and resonance of decay, “refined by distance.” I made sure you could tell.
You’d still love political verse, but with reservations because of the dirt, all the skid marks and resonance of decay, “refined by distance.” I made sure you could tell.
7/20/21
An outline of foreign service starts at once, as its top ashes flow upwards, looking sketchy as well as appealing to tastes abroad. I hope all are happy. Don’t be sad. Bag a good one.
My foreign friend flicks on the sunlamp
to countermine zooms.
Her neck and collarbone are burning
to show their softness. Her hair seems partible
emitting an innocence that lasts.
That’s an outline.
My foreign friend flicks on the sunlamp
to countermine zooms.
Her neck and collarbone are burning
to show their softness. Her hair seems partible
emitting an innocence that lasts.
That’s an outline.
The status quo models verse as living matter re-involved with impulsive energy coursing around flecks of appropriated ideas, especially when it comes to appearances, tones and language use itself. I might call this artful transmutation of intelligence if it were just that, if poetry weren’t a history of folk enslaved to procedure.
41: An abstract, pretty temptation below gentle laughter: Ay,
Beauty for your years .. Ah me.
Ah blizzard.
Together, you and I follow a twofold point of wooing / forced absence, but I’m not that far from following your lead and therefore, like you, assailed. Y. Dating youth is tantamount to body snatching, another point. Tempting but false equivalence even there: Y. We chide the other’s choice — where this follows I cannot lead, leaving me in a riot of liberty where you are.
Beauty for your years .. Ah me.
Ah blizzard.
Together, you and I follow a twofold point of wooing / forced absence, but I’m not that far from following your lead and therefore, like you, assailed. Y. Dating youth is tantamount to body snatching, another point. Tempting but false equivalence even there: Y. We chide the other’s choice — where this follows I cannot lead, leaving me in a riot of liberty where you are.
I’m just saying theocracy’s imputers are icy blokes with no sympathy for phantoms, emanations or specters brought up in an ‘alien’ language. And to clear things up, there’s a scent of acacia and frangipani coming from their smart landlords, the ones in black culottes.
Oh, here’s their release from last night. Don’t smudge it.
I speak with doctrinal knowledge, your holiness, smudge and beware.
Oh, here’s their release from last night. Don’t smudge it.
I speak with doctrinal knowledge, your holiness, smudge and beware.
A flood of text molecules
offers ‘relationships.’ It’s very simple.
This isn’t the time for that.
No. Let’s.
We leverage our last minute or two deeply missing you. There you are!
To explain entrepreneurial ignition inside a more collaborative framework..
O adoring you as an all-in enterprise assumes a moral politics where clouds of electrons follow us into magnetic orbit.
This isn’t the time for that.
No. Let’s.
We leverage our last minute or two deeply missing you. There you are!
To explain entrepreneurial ignition inside a more collaborative framework..
O adoring you as an all-in enterprise assumes a moral politics where clouds of electrons follow us into magnetic orbit.
7/19/21
To be unmarried
Where the sky went:
There’s a bright debate — where eager heartbeats bore in, grateful prenuptials stampede out,
Drawing youthful bounds along dark zones of propaganda
And owing to your interest… this won’t constitute a holy date or sacrament. Or only one of many as notated by back-up flutists.
My terms are to settle down through the evening. Your proud examples
Gain longterm advantage spreading the plan. Imprisoning refinement.
Where the sky went:
There’s a bright debate — where eager heartbeats bore in, grateful prenuptials stampede out,
Drawing youthful bounds along dark zones of propaganda
And owing to your interest… this won’t constitute a holy date or sacrament. Or only one of many as notated by back-up flutists.
My terms are to settle down through the evening. Your proud examples
Gain longterm advantage spreading the plan. Imprisoning refinement.
The vulnerable and maligned muses were not held enough as children on a moonscape of beaks. Ever notice? Certainly I wasn't. Now I have to make excuses for friends of mine buried below their own livelihoods with no heirs.
They’re donning synthetics, and only half familiar, and just too intense, plundering the transport of their ambience.
Hands up.
There’s a beyond just passed an easy show of hands
beyond orgasm overdue an hour ago (one mild altercation took it
into a shade of de-constraining tease).
A heyday of hands.
They’re donning synthetics, and only half familiar, and just too intense, plundering the transport of their ambience.
Hands up.
There’s a beyond just passed an easy show of hands
beyond orgasm overdue an hour ago (one mild altercation took it
into a shade of de-constraining tease).
A heyday of hands.
106: In love, a practice of counterclockwise seems like not much at all, only sustained focus, innovation of hand, foot, lips, of eye, of brow, nowhere expressing all your beauty ...
Nope,
all right, I lose. I’ll open in complete command of nothing, no skill to praise you.
From the outside the sky hints of hinges, bolted prophesies that you master —
I can’t waste time — we’re tethered here. Mostly.
For love we’ll ingest all of you, prefiguring present day,
inflating while we data dive, I could say
exhaling descriptions
w/ eyes to wonder on the full worth of your beauty making beauty.
Nope,
all right, I lose. I’ll open in complete command of nothing, no skill to praise you.
From the outside the sky hints of hinges, bolted prophesies that you master —
I can’t waste time — we’re tethered here. Mostly.
For love we’ll ingest all of you, prefiguring present day,
inflating while we data dive, I could say
exhaling descriptions
w/ eyes to wonder on the full worth of your beauty making beauty.
I’m fifteen. We can do the roundtable math rather well, yet not entirely. Free-range sunlight in the clerestory of our lair... where elements of bloodthirsty aplomb are obsessively off-key. Safety in timing carefully disguised as bright and furious, knowing the advantages waiting a beat.
I’ve good news in bed. (But) I’m getting ahead.
Can you clarify why? For what party in sleep?
I’ve good news in bed. (But) I’m getting ahead.
Can you clarify why? For what party in sleep?
7/18/21
A decade from now no one’s famous. Some
Earning a doctorate in leisure studies. A verse opera under no circumstance.
I keep my mouth shut & tune in,
Escalating with all my parts to inhabit opera’s received logica.
I’m retracing what I think I’ve learned, I’m
Concentrating on song colors, naming obvious primes,
Pushing the most indisputable among broken arts,
The self, defiant, truculent.
My drink — or my aftershave — is lime Fanta
Leaving me in an atomic infinitude.
My head turns, divided by leanings pertinent in several ways at
Once.
Clockwise = my 2nd turning flushing two or more rationals into one
Albeit with an amplitude of bobbing subheads.
Earning a doctorate in leisure studies. A verse opera under no circumstance.
I keep my mouth shut & tune in,
Escalating with all my parts to inhabit opera’s received logica.
I’m retracing what I think I’ve learned, I’m
Concentrating on song colors, naming obvious primes,
Pushing the most indisputable among broken arts,
The self, defiant, truculent.
My drink — or my aftershave — is lime Fanta
Leaving me in an atomic infinitude.
My head turns, divided by leanings pertinent in several ways at
Once.
Clockwise = my 2nd turning flushing two or more rationals into one
Albeit with an amplitude of bobbing subheads.
Traffic turns reflect the city.
Making a turn, heads in the clouds is too liberal. Our head guards are up. I’ll keep going.
Why make so much of political origin or lab blue Audis here, only a few bird enthusiasts or their fragile ambiguity?
To respond is the payload we’ll steer home.
How do corollaries threaten an antecedant on so and so page?
There’s dumb honor mining homilies and off-color
copy, imitating / replicating Dionysius for the evening drive.
Making a turn, heads in the clouds is too liberal. Our head guards are up. I’ll keep going.
Why make so much of political origin or lab blue Audis here, only a few bird enthusiasts or their fragile ambiguity?
To respond is the payload we’ll steer home.
How do corollaries threaten an antecedant on so and so page?
There’s dumb honor mining homilies and off-color
copy, imitating / replicating Dionysius for the evening drive.
90: Hate me now.
It’s up to pond structure to model strains of passivity and its onset by the rear shore. Only don’t drop in.
The pond holds scraps and parts of nesting authority as an after-loss. Rainy tomorrow. I join you to re-reference an arrow and bow made out of many purposed m.p.h. gusts — and this is your and my body as well — a priori nil in inner life razing names of sorrow.
It’s up to pond structure to model strains of passivity and its onset by the rear shore. Only don’t drop in.
The pond holds scraps and parts of nesting authority as an after-loss. Rainy tomorrow. I join you to re-reference an arrow and bow made out of many purposed m.p.h. gusts — and this is your and my body as well — a priori nil in inner life razing names of sorrow.
Top moment — I saw your approaching motion
my once satellite du monde in real vacuum.
Now you’re smiling, shhh — more observant, with a more observant love.
Still flush — yes, feels.. not useless..
It feels impossible.
Likely, that point becomes welcoming
hands that boss
parliament
maneuvers. Point taken. Explanation intact.
my once satellite du monde in real vacuum.
Now you’re smiling, shhh — more observant, with a more observant love.
Still flush — yes, feels.. not useless..
It feels impossible.
Likely, that point becomes welcoming
hands that boss
parliament
maneuvers. Point taken. Explanation intact.
Knowledge suffers a bit, finding things out,
Traveling through each of our genes —
You learn to enjoy yourself when abroad.
Who’s sick over us and who questions any vulcanized backlash?
No hope it’s you. Almost the same as hopeless:
The future would give more / no more
Than thanks and laughably no thanks.
I thought of you.
Traveling through each of our genes —
You learn to enjoy yourself when abroad.
Who’s sick over us and who questions any vulcanized backlash?
No hope it’s you. Almost the same as hopeless:
The future would give more / no more
Than thanks and laughably no thanks.
I thought of you.
7/17/21
“I heard talent, beauty, money come by their own right;
by your putting them to the test they take ‘full effect’.”
We mean knowledge puts up with wandering, finding things out,
Unleashing each gene —
You enjoy yourself on weekends when abroad.
Who’s sick over us and who questions any vulcanized backlash?
No hope it’s you. Almost the same as hopeless:
The future would give more / no more
Than thanks, laughably no thanks.
I thought of you.
by your putting them to the test they take ‘full effect’.”
We mean knowledge puts up with wandering, finding things out,
Unleashing each gene —
You enjoy yourself on weekends when abroad.
Who’s sick over us and who questions any vulcanized backlash?
No hope it’s you. Almost the same as hopeless:
The future would give more / no more
Than thanks, laughably no thanks.
I thought of you.
Sonnet 10: We lodge now (holding evidence of physics-oblivion)
like headless pedagogues hammering out Bo Diddley —
Sap repairing top figureheads top speed. The murder option more centered per theorem.
Panning back fast to grant your audience your evident presence, the love you bear — as your beauty grew
beloved of many. But tampering w/ these modern thought experiments.. you love no one? Not me or him?
We think not. It’s a regulatory equation = hating him =
ruining yourself feeding on non sequiturs as kind-hearted concepts (only a few
repairable through nominal trivia and fresh paradox).
For you change your mind repeatedly. Your changes of heart, so many — ruinously, murderously possessing English poetry so you can be taught .. (a disgrace — a conspiracy partaken in by such impassive numbers for centuries, all of us.. so many!)
like headless pedagogues hammering out Bo Diddley —
Sap repairing top figureheads top speed. The murder option more centered per theorem.
Panning back fast to grant your audience your evident presence, the love you bear — as your beauty grew
beloved of many. But tampering w/ these modern thought experiments.. you love no one? Not me or him?
We think not. It’s a regulatory equation = hating him =
ruining yourself feeding on non sequiturs as kind-hearted concepts (only a few
repairable through nominal trivia and fresh paradox).
For you change your mind repeatedly. Your changes of heart, so many — ruinously, murderously possessing English poetry so you can be taught .. (a disgrace — a conspiracy partaken in by such impassive numbers for centuries, all of us.. so many!)
I’m not afraid of showing the much simpler, formless inexact I wave and dissipate into highly animate raw munition. My hands are supposed to cohere in what I cull from hearsay. Raising one hand exudes only passion, which if you allow I agree with, with intertwined wilderness — raising two, a wretched misdeal.
Walking thru panes of sunlight —
how many hours are we talking?
Fog over my hair.
Big-eyed instincts?
Nothing new. A feeling continues you write until you drop ...
a feeling from in here buried below all the animation.
The half that’s not familiar but we’d like to pull off,
replacing that half with stripping down, not talking.
Speaking of you, with you, I like walking, being
charmed and not worrying about what passes through me.
You, me, of course, are an expansive subset of charm, trinkets I believe.
how many hours are we talking?
Fog over my hair.
Big-eyed instincts?
Nothing new. A feeling continues you write until you drop ...
a feeling from in here buried below all the animation.
The half that’s not familiar but we’d like to pull off,
replacing that half with stripping down, not talking.
Speaking of you, with you, I like walking, being
charmed and not worrying about what passes through me.
You, me, of course, are an expansive subset of charm, trinkets I believe.
7/16/21
Sonnets are sizably ok —
Let’s get through
any ostentatious breakout from pensiveness.
Your lab door is open.
Lab animal overboard!
Freaked by what lunch with you
meant and does, you’re under whose
thumb? Handsome, on the other hand
your partial mind is a floating
weapon. That’s why this syntax
can relinquish human polarities
as sonnets set traps..
throbbing red traps, another the color azure, bright, digestible.
They just coincide.
Let’s get through
any ostentatious breakout from pensiveness.
Your lab door is open.
Lab animal overboard!
Freaked by what lunch with you
meant and does, you’re under whose
thumb? Handsome, on the other hand
your partial mind is a floating
weapon. That’s why this syntax
can relinquish human polarities
as sonnets set traps..
throbbing red traps, another the color azure, bright, digestible.
They just coincide.
A note on aging.
Smacked down by a coordinate from outer space,
Keanu Reeves isn’t reckless, iniquitous or anatomically complex,
though monotone to the gills like a slower yet more self-subtracted Rod Serling.
We reach elements within erotic catalysts where touch management is unleashed. But Keanu is suddenly beyond diagram while the crew calm down. There’s a dual nature to visual depth that makes thought disappear, a bright pulling apart at the summitry of escape.
What’s semiology? unless we un-gnarl affects to figure it out?
(I don’t remember whose or how.)
Smacked down by a coordinate from outer space,
Keanu Reeves isn’t reckless, iniquitous or anatomically complex,
though monotone to the gills like a slower yet more self-subtracted Rod Serling.
We reach elements within erotic catalysts where touch management is unleashed. But Keanu is suddenly beyond diagram while the crew calm down. There’s a dual nature to visual depth that makes thought disappear, a bright pulling apart at the summitry of escape.
What’s semiology? unless we un-gnarl affects to figure it out?
(I don’t remember whose or how.)
57: I watch the clock. Being your slave, what can I do?
I wasn’t just orphaned, I pursued other interests
all at once. Time’s precious,
save I feel and still show absence of move ment from inside,
absence upon hours — a sour dare to expend ...
and to question my jealousy ...
So it’s taken this long to read the gospel of wealth and service.
I dare not think of desire diffused at any cost to render your mouth a world-without-end, a sobbing, precious mess.
On the outside how happy you are ... are you? Tho this may be amiss, I think no ill. Adieu.
I wasn’t just orphaned, I pursued other interests
all at once. Time’s precious,
save I feel and still show absence of move ment from inside,
absence upon hours — a sour dare to expend ...
and to question my jealousy ...
So it’s taken this long to read the gospel of wealth and service.
I dare not think of desire diffused at any cost to render your mouth a world-without-end, a sobbing, precious mess.
On the outside how happy you are ... are you? Tho this may be amiss, I think no ill. Adieu.
7/15/21
At speech therapy you wear wet marks under your shirt — there you go — sent,
Slotted for long scream divisions raising heads and
.. bright debate
Drawing boundaries along dark areas of youthful propaganda. And ..
Our dual-cosmos line of argument self-inflates as a weather injector, fouling the atmosphere into Beirut colors, pebble and pale lucent grays.
At this point, colors burn up, each measurement raging over acres of matrices, giving more access to haystacks you call the multiverse, which looks most imprisoned now.
Slotted for long scream divisions raising heads and
.. bright debate
Drawing boundaries along dark areas of youthful propaganda. And ..
Our dual-cosmos line of argument self-inflates as a weather injector, fouling the atmosphere into Beirut colors, pebble and pale lucent grays.
At this point, colors burn up, each measurement raging over acres of matrices, giving more access to haystacks you call the multiverse, which looks most imprisoned now.
83: Life with Mr Juice comes up short — charm
-ing & familiar — unfair tenderness in a paper sack.
Hostess Wheel Clacker, bike spinner & fake license & plate.
A poet’s debt.
I found (or again I thought in silence)
Your eyes are nagging me for more .. admit you miss modern art & text devices.
You miss the first drag. Painting
Mr Juice imagines my wearing her new credentials
As an inner being when others would give life.. I have nothing set.
Have you read, praise & worth get ten percent of their daily
Calories from soda & smoking — sleeping to excess
Mute beauties become bilingual.
As I never slept for my sins
Therein I’m barren as I am dumb.
-ing & familiar — unfair tenderness in a paper sack.
Hostess Wheel Clacker, bike spinner & fake license & plate.
A poet’s debt.
I found (or again I thought in silence)
Your eyes are nagging me for more .. admit you miss modern art & text devices.
You miss the first drag. Painting
Mr Juice imagines my wearing her new credentials
As an inner being when others would give life.. I have nothing set.
Have you read, praise & worth get ten percent of their daily
Calories from soda & smoking — sleeping to excess
Mute beauties become bilingual.
As I never slept for my sins
Therein I’m barren as I am dumb.
Cloud equivalents prosper on a narrow isthmus, watching the seasons float in willpower.
Their work multiplied by pre-adapted prejudicial vapor.
You think transparent rhetoric all-purpose, all calm, never resolved,
Because you’re only one sailor, one swab
In a climate of drumming opinions and best practices.
Your bacchanalia talked up while slotted in.
Sailor tattooed with an addiction to visceral consequence — swab
Reigning over Proustian project boards, cost curves, sailor.
Their work multiplied by pre-adapted prejudicial vapor.
You think transparent rhetoric all-purpose, all calm, never resolved,
Because you’re only one sailor, one swab
In a climate of drumming opinions and best practices.
Your bacchanalia talked up while slotted in.
Sailor tattooed with an addiction to visceral consequence — swab
Reigning over Proustian project boards, cost curves, sailor.
7/14/21
The light (you’re sensing)
failed every midterm before —
too on edge over invisible proofs.
Income bulking from your dad’s
condo? You move
to become walled-in there ..
Check out the view — baby flights
of gleamed birds in the rough ..
enough!
Enough is not idiomatic enough in condo years.
Too much room freshener for today’s estimating:
still, seeming seasonable as subterfuge supplants higher
dimensional hindsight, requiring autonomy to hold off. Dig in ..
Edens of chiastic inquiry .. into no word yet..
how yet even now no such word impedes coincidence in love.
failed every midterm before —
too on edge over invisible proofs.
Income bulking from your dad’s
condo? You move
to become walled-in there ..
Check out the view — baby flights
of gleamed birds in the rough ..
enough!
Enough is not idiomatic enough in condo years.
Too much room freshener for today’s estimating:
still, seeming seasonable as subterfuge supplants higher
dimensional hindsight, requiring autonomy to hold off. Dig in ..
Edens of chiastic inquiry .. into no word yet..
how yet even now no such word impedes coincidence in love.
Sonnet 93:
Better to live more as love may near
— supposing I’m in many ways a deceived husband. So?
A coterie of enablers cooperates fully. For both of us,
a love interest is altered to look calculated.
For there can be no hatred in our eyes.
Tho, facing true love, the early light seems to
Urge us to go out, rehearsetoo much and get wasted, frowning, growing moody —
Eve’s apple was Adam? One love’s face? You and I cannot know.
What have we if our heart is in another place?
Better to live more as love may near
— supposing I’m in many ways a deceived husband. So?
A coterie of enablers cooperates fully. For both of us,
a love interest is altered to look calculated.
For there can be no hatred in our eyes.
Tho, facing true love, the early light seems to
Urge us to go out, rehearsetoo much and get wasted, frowning, growing moody —
Eve’s apple was Adam? One love’s face? You and I cannot know.
What have we if our heart is in another place?
Blame for his mockery — Orpheus thought a musician would deeply apprehend radiant, interactive forms (and defects, among a few variants) — soberly, his having liberally looked over ornaments of beauty, alert to surface details, part of his work week. It’s all hideously exciting if you’re fair, unstained and the sweetest.
Justice for all is as the crow flies only made to look uncalculated, seeming so it’s said. Liberty with caution, minuscule, unexciting.. again.
Justice for all is as the crow flies only made to look uncalculated, seeming so it’s said. Liberty with caution, minuscule, unexciting.. again.
Hoping nothing won’t happen again, I cover my throat. Duly of course sounded. A few facts crowd around figures that are un-garbled when least derivative; ephemeral objective content triumphs. It’s kind of a snob racket. (C Bukowski)
We weren’t exiled or orphaned, we decided to pursue other interests. Plus, it started again, as theory, pleasure is to ethics as the roundup waiting in any landscape, waiting for mistakes (1) and (2) jounce.
Spontaneity backs up position vectors (thinking and acting).
Woe is paralytic. I don’t detect a drop of broad mindedness toward any arched dynamic or versions of it — far better when and how you love or even when you nibblingly slobber over a numbed one’s body of rare happiness, feeling better. Hope of this implicit in the simplest rejoinder to the proudest Dionysian.
Dionysian = could pull off brocade, puffy energy, cute, can’t think straight.
We weren’t exiled or orphaned, we decided to pursue other interests. Plus, it started again, as theory, pleasure is to ethics as the roundup waiting in any landscape, waiting for mistakes (1) and (2) jounce.
Spontaneity backs up position vectors (thinking and acting).
Woe is paralytic. I don’t detect a drop of broad mindedness toward any arched dynamic or versions of it — far better when and how you love or even when you nibblingly slobber over a numbed one’s body of rare happiness, feeling better. Hope of this implicit in the simplest rejoinder to the proudest Dionysian.
Dionysian = could pull off brocade, puffy energy, cute, can’t think straight.
7/13/21
Your immaculate body becomes numbers and detached frequencies.
So “pronounce” it —
That’s good.
Now draw the strings. OK.
— what do you know!
Mayhem goes off softly
So hard to shovel, soft to fall
White, rose, pale red —
A roving shadow feeling like
A thermometer — legends say,
Crossing fingers blood standing’s
More feeler than hand,
So it shakes the nombril ray,
A maneuver crest high just dimming the drowned thumb,
A sculpture with a cup.
So “pronounce” it —
That’s good.
Now draw the strings. OK.
— what do you know!
Mayhem goes off softly
So hard to shovel, soft to fall
White, rose, pale red —
A roving shadow feeling like
A thermometer — legends say,
Crossing fingers blood standing’s
More feeler than hand,
So it shakes the nombril ray,
A maneuver crest high just dimming the drowned thumb,
A sculpture with a cup.
When blood types were fresh no one faced blame. Now I am bleeding to see or set up the 1st position, be shown the dissolved needle and my as it were haystack with no frontiers, knocking the moment down with glances, nods, inspiring small talk.. yet keep it under wraps.
Deep-rooted. Soft-voiced. How now, my anapest.
Deep-rooted. Soft-voiced. How now, my anapest.
Your immaculate body becomes numbers and detached frequencies.
So “pronounce” it —
That’s good.
Now draw the strings. OK.
— what do you know!
Mayhem goes off softly
So hard to shovel, soft to fall
White, rose, pale red —
A roving shadow feeling like
A thermometer — legends say,
Crossing fingers blood standing’s
More feeler than hand,
So it shakes the nombril ray,
A maneuver crest high just dimming the drowned thumb,
A sculpture with a cup.
So “pronounce” it —
That’s good.
Now draw the strings. OK.
— what do you know!
Mayhem goes off softly
So hard to shovel, soft to fall
White, rose, pale red —
A roving shadow feeling like
A thermometer — legends say,
Crossing fingers blood standing’s
More feeler than hand,
So it shakes the nombril ray,
A maneuver crest high just dimming the drowned thumb,
A sculpture with a cup.
98: Smothered abstractions — Absent from you in spring, I think it’s winter still. Another day, slim odds. Almost the same as hopeless, yet different jokes turn over in sleep, dreams drawn after you, dreams that forgive me for holding the moment for too long — for paranoia’s trapping both of us. Summer’s story, flowers’ smell sweet, lilies white, roses vermillion: The sweet spirit of youth’s hue and odors. These are your abstractions, all these pattern figures drawn for and after you.
How the cosmos is unexplained, parts one and two. In the first, taxonomies are set in weathered deco, dimly lit by the affiliated overflow while astronomers stand there from a famous university with nothing to give back.
In the mental part, covert specialists use tightly wound diversions to gain advantage for incriminating thoughts. They march with different cause-ists and solons halfway; paternalism indulged through wisecracks. But most of the others, humanists, are reformed as divas or idiots stuck in the minority and they take the bullets; why?
[We’ll be right back. ]
In the mental part, covert specialists use tightly wound diversions to gain advantage for incriminating thoughts. They march with different cause-ists and solons halfway; paternalism indulged through wisecracks. But most of the others, humanists, are reformed as divas or idiots stuck in the minority and they take the bullets; why?
[We’ll be right back. ]
I’m going on all nerves stolen from you.
It’s impossible to separate my understatement from your achievement; both are adolescent in a good sense, pitch. So that’s how cave and landscape can be performed. Next, a cool minimal database advances to burn out our swing — try (again?) living on meeting death half-way hapless (and deceitful), sensing value contingent.
The underground = stick abstractions and collisions within a dominant tribal identity or trance. What matters to me is finding and / or emplacing each close to noble attempt to be you.
It’s impossible to separate my understatement from your achievement; both are adolescent in a good sense, pitch. So that’s how cave and landscape can be performed. Next, a cool minimal database advances to burn out our swing — try (again?) living on meeting death half-way hapless (and deceitful), sensing value contingent.
The underground = stick abstractions and collisions within a dominant tribal identity or trance. What matters to me is finding and / or emplacing each close to noble attempt to be you.
7/12/21
Secrets of satire have to float free
Finding an informatics of doors opening (bassoon music) & structured
Lasers & nanoleaf hexagons (& deep reeds for all-holds sex).
Are you healthy enough for consummation in a gridded environment?
A mold of our dialog brings up others impressed, even as beauty’s struggle over time gets too slippery.
Or peach-dreamy, subverting history & waxing satirical, as the poster read, ‘time’ encircled on beauty’s behalf.
For a circuitous time those impressed with strong gestures talk that way.
Finding an informatics of doors opening (bassoon music) & structured
Lasers & nanoleaf hexagons (& deep reeds for all-holds sex).
Are you healthy enough for consummation in a gridded environment?
A mold of our dialog brings up others impressed, even as beauty’s struggle over time gets too slippery.
Or peach-dreamy, subverting history & waxing satirical, as the poster read, ‘time’ encircled on beauty’s behalf.
For a circuitous time those impressed with strong gestures talk that way.
Of all the varied and fabulous pieces by new composers I wager many are bursting with personae — because of what they rock to, also because many exuding confidence have gotten past graduate school, one’s corporation, a ballooning investment.
One of the donor’s places resembles a Marine outpost with sweeps of property edging a subdued headquarters.
Here technology’s refined flux appears noncontroversial.
At sundown a leftist French brain speaks up, confined to a balloon:
“If you’re anamorphic, within measures of comprehension, flux members too often adopt overheated lingo or low-to-overheated if you like.”
Other balloonists, also French, shrugged to themselves in red embers; not really, they said.
One of the donor’s places resembles a Marine outpost with sweeps of property edging a subdued headquarters.
Here technology’s refined flux appears noncontroversial.
At sundown a leftist French brain speaks up, confined to a balloon:
“If you’re anamorphic, within measures of comprehension, flux members too often adopt overheated lingo or low-to-overheated if you like.”
Other balloonists, also French, shrugged to themselves in red embers; not really, they said.
113: I chose a rogue anime — you with failing vision in my mind
watching birds, creatures.. even mountaineers.
True, since I left you I’ve gone partly blind, yet I tell my mind I see you day and night.
All untrue. Mostly.
Mostly my point is awfully slight — incapable of more, out and about, unkind
~ For leaving you, to my mind, seems effectually rude ~
Replete with you, even dove-forms and sea-crows pay you homage in my eye, as tho shaped by your outdoor manners.
A few, even the crudest, impart some of your features
and get noticed — but deliver no sweet part of you, true mind.
watching birds, creatures.. even mountaineers.
True, since I left you I’ve gone partly blind, yet I tell my mind I see you day and night.
All untrue. Mostly.
Mostly my point is awfully slight — incapable of more, out and about, unkind
~ For leaving you, to my mind, seems effectually rude ~
Replete with you, even dove-forms and sea-crows pay you homage in my eye, as tho shaped by your outdoor manners.
A few, even the crudest, impart some of your features
and get noticed — but deliver no sweet part of you, true mind.
Interview w/ a rogue: Sorry, I have no association I can share. I was held up at work as singing birds flew by from everywhere. I don’t know why. When I was alive I stuck my fingers down my throat to empty it. I am yet to be reborn and am thus a saint.
A saint learns to kiss her life goodbye. After the credits an aggressor opens with a right cross. I usually fall asleep in the saint patrol wagon whooshing off. Rich, aren’t we? I mean in conflations of fate.
A saint learns to kiss her life goodbye. After the credits an aggressor opens with a right cross. I usually fall asleep in the saint patrol wagon whooshing off. Rich, aren’t we? I mean in conflations of fate.
7/11/21
Ode to the dead (maybe not yet).
A beautiful meal is a life sentence:
Everyone’s in place. One’s in place.
Food also knows where it belongs.
The stage brightens.
Is it dark matter was inhibiting our endowment?
Knowing the ropes to scale now
clearing the dinner club of lame comforts,
Stern, all the food pecked over, even down
to our own place, last place, last row.
A beautiful meal is a life sentence:
Everyone’s in place. One’s in place.
Food also knows where it belongs.
The stage brightens.
Is it dark matter was inhibiting our endowment?
Knowing the ropes to scale now
clearing the dinner club of lame comforts,
Stern, all the food pecked over, even down
to our own place, last place, last row.
Ode to the near dead (or maybe not yet).
A beautiful meal is a life sentence:
Everyone’s in place.
Food also knows where it belongs.
The stage could brighten.
But is it dark matter inhibiting our endowment?
Knowing the ropes to scale now
clearing the dining club of lame comforts,
Stern, all the food pecked over, even down
to our own place, last place, last row.
A beautiful meal is a life sentence:
Everyone’s in place.
Food also knows where it belongs.
The stage could brighten.
But is it dark matter inhibiting our endowment?
Knowing the ropes to scale now
clearing the dining club of lame comforts,
Stern, all the food pecked over, even down
to our own place, last place, last row.
28: Robbing the cradle, the big picture shows me my modest place.
I’m technically adept dining in (or out) day by night and night by day —
each of us like the other’s reigning enemy taking umbrage from grumpy distortion,
fractured logic (Hex 39) and our combined morbidity.
While I always flatter you in my long consents,
daily, nightly I work on my music farther from you now,
happy, long toil to stronger sorrows and griefs repurposed by your consent.. So both of us never sleep, exactly — I’m pleasing you thru me,
exactly, and vice versa.
I’m technically adept dining in (or out) day by night and night by day —
each of us like the other’s reigning enemy taking umbrage from grumpy distortion,
fractured logic (Hex 39) and our combined morbidity.
While I always flatter you in my long consents,
daily, nightly I work on my music farther from you now,
happy, long toil to stronger sorrows and griefs repurposed by your consent.. So both of us never sleep, exactly — I’m pleasing you thru me,
exactly, and vice versa.
Favorite singers reradiate the calmative afterlife attached to interminable sex.
Learned consensus becomes early performance; both adolescent in a persistent sense, the deep pitch shows up invisibly,
unspeakably, as libido constitutes knowledge modules, glistening aimlessly.
Candy will stop by later.
Learned consensus becomes early performance; both adolescent in a persistent sense, the deep pitch shows up invisibly,
unspeakably, as libido constitutes knowledge modules, glistening aimlessly.
Candy will stop by later.
7/10/21
No variation.
It had to be known to you v. you know.
Already short of truth, analysis suggests shorthand abstractions,
buckeye elements surround international topics, street names
more indirect than searches show.
It had to be known to you going blind.
Minor formalism otherwise holds the screen for the overweening moments,
winning or won in an upset, out of control yet
surrounding our aggression with our touch.
Ouch.
It had to be known to you v. you know.
Already short of truth, analysis suggests shorthand abstractions,
buckeye elements surround international topics, street names
more indirect than searches show.
It had to be known to you going blind.
Minor formalism otherwise holds the screen for the overweening moments,
winning or won in an upset, out of control yet
surrounding our aggression with our touch.
Ouch.
43: There is your dead-of-night agreement to let me in. Iron clad. Like skull with putty.
Urgent, dizzy, all agreements come down to time on earth in dreams, darkly bright, best seen darkly directed.
The more you put on earth, you know shadows, their colorations, shades are imperfect (un)seeing, but blessed (made more adhesive) and happy when I’m looking on with you.
It’s much clearer in the light. Yes. That quick. This is a speaking animal in dark, heavy sleep, remembering regression —
all days are nights and nights bright days. All time’s up.
Urgent, dizzy, all agreements come down to time on earth in dreams, darkly bright, best seen darkly directed.
The more you put on earth, you know shadows, their colorations, shades are imperfect (un)seeing, but blessed (made more adhesive) and happy when I’m looking on with you.
It’s much clearer in the light. Yes. That quick. This is a speaking animal in dark, heavy sleep, remembering regression —
all days are nights and nights bright days. All time’s up.
I’m for a more open openness with plenty of recreation.
(Humanist discourse is that indirect.)
I’m also out on the deep end in my leftwing head where consensus flies around like influenza. (Harder to stay immune now.) There’s a glow in my argumentation like an avalanche that drops acid over the cognitive machine age.
(Humanist discourse is that indirect.)
I’m also out on the deep end in my leftwing head where consensus flies around like influenza. (Harder to stay immune now.) There’s a glow in my argumentation like an avalanche that drops acid over the cognitive machine age.
7/9/21
Celebrity stalkers are in the grips of mistaken identity, immune to sudden desire with intimacy. What have they got to lose?
Bags and bags of money for one paid to reflection in infinite battle with consciousness.
As a result, the named oceans are dated,
Pouting, getting better! When they come to — there will be perorations re-framing rainwater within fairer scents rimming sunlight in suspension, ripped, a lot off
Amputated chutes!
Bags and bags of money for one paid to reflection in infinite battle with consciousness.
As a result, the named oceans are dated,
Pouting, getting better! When they come to — there will be perorations re-framing rainwater within fairer scents rimming sunlight in suspension, ripped, a lot off
Amputated chutes!
You & he wonder about summer’s eternal
possessions, the buds, shade & one day
staying chaste .. It’s on the house.
It feels great out ahead until there’s a threshold.
By the same rule there’s too hot
a reliance on eye pleasure, a threshold as well as disaster
Optimizing the center where death lives.
Which path did the photons take?
The answer takes more than studied ambiguity
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still.
possessions, the buds, shade & one day
staying chaste .. It’s on the house.
It feels great out ahead until there’s a threshold.
By the same rule there’s too hot
a reliance on eye pleasure, a threshold as well as disaster
Optimizing the center where death lives.
Which path did the photons take?
The answer takes more than studied ambiguity
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still.
Sonnet 105: We express idolatry as science. Fair, kind, true.
Amazing to meet you as well as science, two in one.
Amazing to touch your penumbra, feel influenced by funky themes, many songs.
I was pleased you communicated thru love.
Take care, and take your time;
likewise, inspire small talk between you
while keeping the sum under surveillance. You look good put together.
Amazing to meet you as well as science, two in one.
Amazing to touch your penumbra, feel influenced by funky themes, many songs.
I was pleased you communicated thru love.
Take care, and take your time;
likewise, inspire small talk between you
while keeping the sum under surveillance. You look good put together.
Ola Academy —
It’s a big screen with a smallish but upcoming role. No security or scalability, improvising anyway with few in the backdrop, a differential ambiguity that hangs over the ‘film’ business.
Ghost anthems rise, fall. We’re dragged to their outdoor awards ceremony tho, moist, asleep.
My own moments up for review leave us unseen. My gratitude, clouds of sleeping lovers in waiting — for quickening what I mean and waiting on more running on field in Henleys. And I want to note the Academy encouraged me to try wind surfing in black and white zinc mesh.
In between, this tendency of ours must decide what blank is. Could I redefine it as a pleasant restraint moving onto zealotry to diagram your happiness? Or conceive of a spatial paradox with enough scholarship transference restored, taunting the authentic equipoise of a kiss..
It’s a big screen with a smallish but upcoming role. No security or scalability, improvising anyway with few in the backdrop, a differential ambiguity that hangs over the ‘film’ business.
Ghost anthems rise, fall. We’re dragged to their outdoor awards ceremony tho, moist, asleep.
My own moments up for review leave us unseen. My gratitude, clouds of sleeping lovers in waiting — for quickening what I mean and waiting on more running on field in Henleys. And I want to note the Academy encouraged me to try wind surfing in black and white zinc mesh.
In between, this tendency of ours must decide what blank is. Could I redefine it as a pleasant restraint moving onto zealotry to diagram your happiness? Or conceive of a spatial paradox with enough scholarship transference restored, taunting the authentic equipoise of a kiss..
In descending order of indefensibility...
(a) Poetics is democracy.
Evasion in poetics, as in prose, foregrounds style, motive — subjects for close attention. (They have tied me to a tree.)
(b) Friendship is a job (like writing) and, more elevated, craft (writing despite the signs). To illustrate, job is to craft as field praxis to theory kicking a signing agency when the signer is down. Don’t get me wrong I think free speech is nominal. I’m for it and against impingement. What tree? There’s no workaround to the observer influencing the observed except later, so much later. (Signing in hilarious light.)
(a) Poetics is democracy.
Evasion in poetics, as in prose, foregrounds style, motive — subjects for close attention. (They have tied me to a tree.)
(b) Friendship is a job (like writing) and, more elevated, craft (writing despite the signs). To illustrate, job is to craft as field praxis to theory kicking a signing agency when the signer is down. Don’t get me wrong I think free speech is nominal. I’m for it and against impingement. What tree? There’s no workaround to the observer influencing the observed except later, so much later. (Signing in hilarious light.)
7/8/21
Before the new rulers arrived, there’s flamenco.
Water worship, exquisitely handcrafted
meditation retributions.. It’s
no accident the hollow inside our pessimistic theory gets mixed up, the survey said —
our overlapping symbols’re way out at sea.
Your sea. Your flamenco in transition.
Our faith and consequences.
Water worship, exquisitely handcrafted
meditation retributions.. It’s
no accident the hollow inside our pessimistic theory gets mixed up, the survey said —
our overlapping symbols’re way out at sea.
Your sea. Your flamenco in transition.
Our faith and consequences.
Bleating gulps, pouring vodka that swirls in an action film clip with multiple data fields and a crew of deft extras in malaise. Their theorems about pain are supported by one or another grabbing ropes, showing pain.
I’m told you’d prefer not to watch. It’s better using your own voice to ask a friend or two, pretending they are you, falling mute.
I’m told you’d prefer not to watch. It’s better using your own voice to ask a friend or two, pretending they are you, falling mute.
85: It takes substance and breadth; the going price of unlettered, rank desire
(a rare cigarette case, may I?) looked after in polished forms and
No thanks. Just piano and voice. Piano and your voice. Words come hindmost. Let’s
Practice being still. (The high meal.) Inductions to other habits — hearing your breath
I think rich thoughts speaking, in effect, projecting dumb ideas.
The golden haze drags down sculptures of floppy wool
Like light praise warmed over by spinning in well refined wind. “Amen”
— I cannot phrase scents of snow, sunlight and your utter loss
— my tongue tied crying, folding you into my thoughts.
(a rare cigarette case, may I?) looked after in polished forms and
No thanks. Just piano and voice. Piano and your voice. Words come hindmost. Let’s
Practice being still. (The high meal.) Inductions to other habits — hearing your breath
I think rich thoughts speaking, in effect, projecting dumb ideas.
The golden haze drags down sculptures of floppy wool
Like light praise warmed over by spinning in well refined wind. “Amen”
— I cannot phrase scents of snow, sunlight and your utter loss
— my tongue tied crying, folding you into my thoughts.
Beating rhythms in a voice for a glassy abyss of convoluted propaganda, repro-ed in fingered pigments.
With brush and oils you can throw dirt over the charged ecology — easier to pick up, un-feed and dis-embrace after the climate changes.
Go on, as a corollary. Tell us about your reading in propositional aesthetics (debunked by snotty affiliates who you think are like you but aren’t).
Jumping in, being with you seems mathematical, having our best bout staff shifted or fired who come to work anyway.
With brush and oils you can throw dirt over the charged ecology — easier to pick up, un-feed and dis-embrace after the climate changes.
Go on, as a corollary. Tell us about your reading in propositional aesthetics (debunked by snotty affiliates who you think are like you but aren’t).
Jumping in, being with you seems mathematical, having our best bout staff shifted or fired who come to work anyway.
First question, true or false. It’s the one I ask myself. Technology keeps humming to a manageable stretch to when you left, even ruling you out on the sidewalk. You hadn’t left a name, either. And yet I stood close to you, always wrong. To leverage and grow are businessspeak. To get feedback. To understand.
Fricative efforts add a bunch of O’s
— language & body mania, aqua ions show their molecules in bulk, imitating an obsessive personality. The rapid strength of bonds between metal & water molecules is their primary dissolution.
What can I declaim? Repeating prose clips may transit through a few (of those) loopholes to confront loopholes’ necessities, maybe.
Fricative efforts add a bunch of O’s
— language & body mania, aqua ions show their molecules in bulk, imitating an obsessive personality. The rapid strength of bonds between metal & water molecules is their primary dissolution.
What can I declaim? Repeating prose clips may transit through a few (of those) loopholes to confront loopholes’ necessities, maybe.
7/7/21
Second view, just a scent — of freezing water and sunlight, of loss, of untitled confusion — underlies twisted (Have beaten) and dropped topic headers (are brute). Higher, I think, goes the max explorer.
Hyper-manly references are scooped up from one segment of the sensate scale, motivated by an ambivert more than sexual need. Joe Ceravolo insists one follow along his line of reasoning (Supply it flowing out). That’s enforced by repetition at the end, “in this rice Spring.” Syntactical Photoshop gives the visual imagination warm(ed over) rice, in grief, and slushy leftovers of physical demands, audacious desire (Supply me), and inconceivable, hoped-for spectacle (because there is in this rice Spring).
Spectacle, desire — points of origin even slush ought not do without. When we find these, we know we’re closing in.
Hyper-manly references are scooped up from one segment of the sensate scale, motivated by an ambivert more than sexual need. Joe Ceravolo insists one follow along his line of reasoning (Supply it flowing out). That’s enforced by repetition at the end, “in this rice Spring.” Syntactical Photoshop gives the visual imagination warm(ed over) rice, in grief, and slushy leftovers of physical demands, audacious desire (Supply me), and inconceivable, hoped-for spectacle (because there is in this rice Spring).
Spectacle, desire — points of origin even slush ought not do without. When we find these, we know we’re closing in.
Failures in love are heinous, antique, never in 2 places enough needing permission, shuttered, untainted & bleak, drear & just dumb.
Translations = ‘live serious & young’ ;
‘articles have been written on...’ = ‘long-lived, still this croaks’ ;
‘snow falling backwards’ = up & up / course untainted ;
‘the world of secrets has its own’ = dire patterns to succeeding circumstance.
Translations = ‘live serious & young’ ;
‘articles have been written on...’ = ‘long-lived, still this croaks’ ;
‘snow falling backwards’ = up & up / course untainted ;
‘the world of secrets has its own’ = dire patterns to succeeding circumstance.
4: Unthrifty = more extravagant than I; nothing = nothing doing.
To traffic in deception take notes
.. & I’m being frank, beauty given to you
will oppose given facts of previous loveliness gone
unused — a perplexed legacy taken outside why or what’s acceptable, let alone
what to audit as profit or thrift. Ride off. I’ll lend you oats
& my saddle for your extrication from delirium ..
Love whom else? Is it largess to go free? In a coin flip, we
traffic with fog to bequest lilac-dark in the air —
free love’s expending its shade upon you, me,
executed in so great abuse & gloom
by our own natures, we must leave it there, done & undone.
To traffic in deception take notes
.. & I’m being frank, beauty given to you
will oppose given facts of previous loveliness gone
unused — a perplexed legacy taken outside why or what’s acceptable, let alone
what to audit as profit or thrift. Ride off. I’ll lend you oats
& my saddle for your extrication from delirium ..
Love whom else? Is it largess to go free? In a coin flip, we
traffic with fog to bequest lilac-dark in the air —
free love’s expending its shade upon you, me,
executed in so great abuse & gloom
by our own natures, we must leave it there, done & undone.
It was nice meeting your ideas. I was reminded, poetry is science fiction or it is not. I just try for simultaneity as well.
In this one moonlight was made of lard. For it’s indispensable smearing glows.
Often a partner in writing can be deliberately passive-aggressive. I’m kidding. By oneself, practice makes perfect, pell mell.
What then travels down to Earth in a flummoxed packet of energy, wearing Burroughs’
gestures which are precise. Bright monied eyes.
In this one moonlight was made of lard. For it’s indispensable smearing glows.
Often a partner in writing can be deliberately passive-aggressive. I’m kidding. By oneself, practice makes perfect, pell mell.
What then travels down to Earth in a flummoxed packet of energy, wearing Burroughs’
gestures which are precise. Bright monied eyes.
7/6/21
Bottoming out, your face is inside a very powerful camouflage (instructing you to use it). Your beauty and years.
There were balls of steam suspended in bacteria over our hands, discouraging others. (A boiling kettle contained prescriptions, it’s only a guess.) Better now if we not digress but file out a shade apart to trail the other copycats.
At top the penis is everlovin-elastic to break one or more truths.
Heaven is in the heart with its egg drop of credos and documents, from which large scale dull instruments get tossed. Artificially not important.
There were balls of steam suspended in bacteria over our hands, discouraging others. (A boiling kettle contained prescriptions, it’s only a guess.) Better now if we not digress but file out a shade apart to trail the other copycats.
At top the penis is everlovin-elastic to break one or more truths.
Heaven is in the heart with its egg drop of credos and documents, from which large scale dull instruments get tossed. Artificially not important.
Affordable Noh. That’s both of us w/ big ways of explanation. We’re a match in perseverance, trying to spook w/ pedagogy when we meet, somersaulting in /
What went around then came gasping, the more irregular the verb:
At fight camp all you bring are wet marks over your shirt — there you go — cadet-ed!
Inductions to your other habits —
The flying haze drags down sculptures of felted helium
A little like nerves of drones spinning in warm wind.
Noh stuff.
What went around then came gasping, the more irregular the verb:
At fight camp all you bring are wet marks over your shirt — there you go — cadet-ed!
Inductions to your other habits —
The flying haze drags down sculptures of felted helium
A little like nerves of drones spinning in warm wind.
Noh stuff.
50: A hip cast of super angels strumming harps, an encore of Zeus Arrhenothelus
Bringing up larger journeys for the stretch and preen in vigilance onward —
So far the miles to me are measured from my friends and joy left behind.
I fall back tired, breathe while new cast members come on —
They are casually let go as they finish groaning bearing my weight.
Our joy restored at a slight remove from sharp pain and darkness in grief, putting this in mind, Since we answer to manifold waves that weigh in:
Unprovoked, a heavy vacuum still.. you are away while I am on my way at my travel’s end.
Bringing up larger journeys for the stretch and preen in vigilance onward —
So far the miles to me are measured from my friends and joy left behind.
I fall back tired, breathe while new cast members come on —
They are casually let go as they finish groaning bearing my weight.
Our joy restored at a slight remove from sharp pain and darkness in grief, putting this in mind, Since we answer to manifold waves that weigh in:
Unprovoked, a heavy vacuum still.. you are away while I am on my way at my travel’s end.
We met in a torn design aka unstable. Pointilized elevators, for instance.
Micro repair drones no one talks to about anyone.
We can subtitle the rip a deformed hemisphere
over, a seething blueprint.
— the uncomfortable feel of any D.J.’s hand
burst from a toy and symbol. Defensive narcissism.
Overall.. it’s nothing’s personal.
7/5/21
Collaborating on 1’s entrance essay: 1 firmly believes 1 can do this. The question is the same.
Nothing will go wrong?
Part 2: Question losses, excesses.*
*The answer is the same. Next, 1 did 1’s homework, which was study more for a spelling bee.
Scorched & metallic, sexual dynamism... it’s a quarterback problem. What used to smoke will come back as an erotic v-neck of lurches off dotted lines missing your skin. Had 1 a next will? can 1 spare a smile of understanding?
Edens of chiastic inquiry .. into no word yet —
how yet no word prevents coincidence in love.
Nothing will go wrong?
Part 2: Question losses, excesses.*
*The answer is the same. Next, 1 did 1’s homework, which was study more for a spelling bee.
Scorched & metallic, sexual dynamism... it’s a quarterback problem. What used to smoke will come back as an erotic v-neck of lurches off dotted lines missing your skin. Had 1 a next will? can 1 spare a smile of understanding?
Edens of chiastic inquiry .. into no word yet —
how yet no word prevents coincidence in love.
Adam made 10,000 mistakes — and won’t correlate the enormity of it, since evolutionists even now are running back to his bedside to hear more about causality —
Yet the context’s unlocked, to no ideology hewn. I’m
Eve, off Adam’s rib, a financial planner ahead of my time.
I’m still not finished, she says.
We can spot them both as atheoretical elaborators, since they spoke first.
Yet the context’s unlocked, to no ideology hewn. I’m
Eve, off Adam’s rib, a financial planner ahead of my time.
I’m still not finished, she says.
We can spot them both as atheoretical elaborators, since they spoke first.
69: Kind eyes are deeds,
a part of you all the world sees
and views with a backup group of souls watching you even now
crowned in tawny daybreak synthetic light,
with measured accents on seraphic white.
Both our hearts will mend, thus we loiter intently.
We smile, neither laugh. We’re extending our
praise looking into bare truth farther than the eye shows
And finding our love in the outward beauty of your mind.
a part of you all the world sees
and views with a backup group of souls watching you even now
crowned in tawny daybreak synthetic light,
with measured accents on seraphic white.
Both our hearts will mend, thus we loiter intently.
We smile, neither laugh. We’re extending our
praise looking into bare truth farther than the eye shows
And finding our love in the outward beauty of your mind.
I personally maintain a liberal, apolitical esthetic one more time.
The place is firmly democratized, sir. Beginning once seemed and was
interpenetration among important parallel scenery running this.
Today it’s ur-autumn & with these Q-tips I’m free to cut nothing off.
Not even a con anarchist.
Since this is still pre-season, thoughts wash over time —
For starters: Do you test, lease, defame to get the best?
& the answer in a day wherever that is if ...
Is it time or times?
The place is firmly democratized, sir. Beginning once seemed and was
interpenetration among important parallel scenery running this.
Today it’s ur-autumn & with these Q-tips I’m free to cut nothing off.
Not even a con anarchist.
Since this is still pre-season, thoughts wash over time —
For starters: Do you test, lease, defame to get the best?
& the answer in a day wherever that is if ...
Is it time or times?
Unable to help you play a single practical joke, we hadn’t spoken for months, having found direction and refinement backstage of a human ‘construction zone’ perforated by bad faith, swindles, procedural lunges toward more pranks. I said I had had it.
And Eve had. And something else..
The 10,000 mistakes by that boy who won’t correlate the enormity of it all as evolutionists run back to delve into causality —
Yet the context’s unlocked, to no ideology hewn. I am
Eve, a family planner ahead of my time.
I’m still not finished, Adam says.
We can spot them both as atheoretical elaborators, since they spoke first.
And Eve had. And something else..
The 10,000 mistakes by that boy who won’t correlate the enormity of it all as evolutionists run back to delve into causality —
Yet the context’s unlocked, to no ideology hewn. I am
Eve, a family planner ahead of my time.
I’m still not finished, Adam says.
We can spot them both as atheoretical elaborators, since they spoke first.
7/4/21
Showing results for lives in disgrace: ‘You’re profane. Doing this, I offered. Just
Report to duration centers for the rich for best pricing, unless
Breaking in looks better. Go. Fees balanced. Good.’
Then you told me borrowed methods will go further —
Making money w/out reason is mass
-ive. After.. surely if that’s the way we feel, there are vector
Utilities for expressing uncritical value
— national perfume! spritzed to scale over your credit checks.
Report to duration centers for the rich for best pricing, unless
Breaking in looks better. Go. Fees balanced. Good.’
Then you told me borrowed methods will go further —
Making money w/out reason is mass
-ive. After.. surely if that’s the way we feel, there are vector
Utilities for expressing uncritical value
— national perfume! spritzed to scale over your credit checks.
Sonnet 26: My life is charged by your sweet respect. A merit so great
I don’t sleep much, but I'm given exemption, I hope.
My thought is tottered, all naked but mostly fair.
Dear you,
I send you this. Finer aspects are lacking for a good generalist’s conceit. I’m wanting words to show I am barely half a wit. My writing addresses itself deliberately to look made up, to look as if we need a hand skipping dinner, combing through jabs and moving high and low pressure points peeled back from getting our tenuous, jutting fingers into and under the interstate that brings you and me home.
I don’t think driving in my mind can be boasted of by only moving from point to point but it’s great I don’t worry it gets easier.
Un-reproved, how I do love you.
I don’t sleep much, but I'm given exemption, I hope.
My thought is tottered, all naked but mostly fair.
Dear you,
I send you this. Finer aspects are lacking for a good generalist’s conceit. I’m wanting words to show I am barely half a wit. My writing addresses itself deliberately to look made up, to look as if we need a hand skipping dinner, combing through jabs and moving high and low pressure points peeled back from getting our tenuous, jutting fingers into and under the interstate that brings you and me home.
I don’t think driving in my mind can be boasted of by only moving from point to point but it’s great I don’t worry it gets easier.
Un-reproved, how I do love you.
I came for the invoices.
Ever notice? No one lives in that town.
Half-vegetarian, self-colliding fog drinks only from its disconnected, treasured demographic squandering energy.
We cannot mean erasure, remember.
Our nerve infused by regulatory propriety until we get up to dance founding paradox.
Name a landscape and give birth, rename it and you bestow an ecology of resonance and history.
We’ve heard enough.
This is strictly the governor’s business.
Ever notice? No one lives in that town.
Half-vegetarian, self-colliding fog drinks only from its disconnected, treasured demographic squandering energy.
We cannot mean erasure, remember.
Our nerve infused by regulatory propriety until we get up to dance founding paradox.
Name a landscape and give birth, rename it and you bestow an ecology of resonance and history.
We’ve heard enough.
This is strictly the governor’s business.
My cohort flock to travel benefits. It’s in the evolution of avarice, loose ends everywhere giving wind sheer the opportunity. Looseness keeps younger bodies moving forward. And that goes for the sun shining with its belle-lettrist metamorphosis in the street, damning grown-ups.
Rationed compliments ensue secretly,
Honest accounting disappears like functions of context (text frame procedures) —
Physicalism (neural meditation) adapts to amoral schemes
— Travel well.
Rationed compliments ensue secretly,
Honest accounting disappears like functions of context (text frame procedures) —
Physicalism (neural meditation) adapts to amoral schemes
— Travel well.
7/3/21
The focal point is an entity with many focuses getting to foci.
Isn’t that a calling?
I’m filming pratfalls that seem hard to manage.
Let me hold us in the dark... It’s a future perfect thought
as your body keeps moving, clouds part, sotted with the urge to fit nothing in.
That’s how being with you works asleep.
Slapstick.
Isn’t that a calling?
I’m filming pratfalls that seem hard to manage.
Let me hold us in the dark... It’s a future perfect thought
as your body keeps moving, clouds part, sotted with the urge to fit nothing in.
That’s how being with you works asleep.
Slapstick.
The focal point is an entity with many focuses getting to foci.
Isn’t that a calling?
I’m filming pratfalls that seem hard to manage.
Let me hold us in the dark... It’s a future perfect thought
as your body keeps moving, clouds part, sotted with the urge to fit nothing in.
That’s how being with you works asleep.
Slapstick.
Isn’t that a calling?
I’m filming pratfalls that seem hard to manage.
Let me hold us in the dark... It’s a future perfect thought
as your body keeps moving, clouds part, sotted with the urge to fit nothing in.
That’s how being with you works asleep.
Slapstick.
I’m for a more open openness with plenty of recreation.
(Humanist discourse is that indirect.)
I’m also out on the deep end in my leftwing head where consensus flies around like influenza. (Harder to stay immune now.) There’s a glow in my argumentation like an avalanche that drops acid over the cognitive machine age.
(Humanist discourse is that indirect.)
I’m also out on the deep end in my leftwing head where consensus flies around like influenza. (Harder to stay immune now.) There’s a glow in my argumentation like an avalanche that drops acid over the cognitive machine age.
7/2/21
To figure out how you think about others’ poetry as you write about it is fairly stupid, except when you deploy invention techniques that are hallmarks of classical composition. To merge poetry and prose is against all the rules, and may be another procedural breakthrough, especially for those who have been disciplined to follow directions and not get caught. Simple to say, but the review should be as interesting as the reviewed, without getting in the way.
Outdoors a muted roll call was gathering under bright archways,
A hazard to paper aircraft taking off.
Um sure I guess.. Don’t know why we are in this automatic summation now or a few seconds from now after the transaction but before thinking about it, looking it over, with only a few elements incised to form solid bands reprieving vice versa.
A hazard to paper aircraft taking off.
Um sure I guess.. Don’t know why we are in this automatic summation now or a few seconds from now after the transaction but before thinking about it, looking it over, with only a few elements incised to form solid bands reprieving vice versa.
107: Even tho you can’t concentrate, you’re in a balmy place, well,
A place I’ve never been before. You’re dreaming on things to come.
You look fresh. You have on your eyeliner again.
I like what you’re hoping to proclaim this time.
Down with tyrants, their crests and tombs.
No sad augurs, fewer uncertainties.
Suppose forfeiting doom, suppose
Peace with no death in a world wide with dreaming endlessly.
A place I’ve never been before. You’re dreaming on things to come.
You look fresh. You have on your eyeliner again.
I like what you’re hoping to proclaim this time.
Down with tyrants, their crests and tombs.
No sad augurs, fewer uncertainties.
Suppose forfeiting doom, suppose
Peace with no death in a world wide with dreaming endlessly.
I can’t make it. I’m staying in.
We can’t always gather this way but we do as we’ve done.
New wilderness tracing a wistful landscape, hum-vacuumed, cuddling escalations in body movement, ledgers of age. The brilliant live on in one flarfy phrase, one word fudging abasement in confinement serving a purpose within supernumerary states of being (confined).
We can’t always gather this way but we do as we’ve done.
New wilderness tracing a wistful landscape, hum-vacuumed, cuddling escalations in body movement, ledgers of age. The brilliant live on in one flarfy phrase, one word fudging abasement in confinement serving a purpose within supernumerary states of being (confined).
7/1/21
Combustion and dust spores filling avenues between half truths.
We delete any plagiarism still missing
— but up to now they have fewer words for it.
Fielding skepticism makes money harder to borrow. Clenching-tight,
I’m in another century where hoax passes for coming near.
Wigs pick up, driftwood gets epigrammatic, upsides unrelated, pale,
immaculate. The sky has its style, subject for close attention. It’s said.
Paying attention is a field call to valuing the future. And the future notices who attends.
But it does not impinge on the field.
We delete any plagiarism still missing
— but up to now they have fewer words for it.
Fielding skepticism makes money harder to borrow. Clenching-tight,
I’m in another century where hoax passes for coming near.
Wigs pick up, driftwood gets epigrammatic, upsides unrelated, pale,
immaculate. The sky has its style, subject for close attention. It’s said.
Paying attention is a field call to valuing the future. And the future notices who attends.
But it does not impinge on the field.
151: Our berserk contact squeezes us into gentle shadows that are too numb to know what conscience is.
We learnt lightly, love is too young. Yet triumph in love is slathered over the poor, betrayed, cheated and excluded. Axioms and other proofs are what we are deft w/. So the poor-excluded conscience doesn’t count? I can’t tell, I wouldn’t know. Who does?
When instrumentalists and the proud struck their alliance, you and I thought this is a gross prize although our ultimatums were rephrased and moral aspirations became more footloose and empirically incontestable as Seven Bagatelles.
We learnt lightly, love is too young. Yet triumph in love is slathered over the poor, betrayed, cheated and excluded. Axioms and other proofs are what we are deft w/. So the poor-excluded conscience doesn’t count? I can’t tell, I wouldn’t know. Who does?
When instrumentalists and the proud struck their alliance, you and I thought this is a gross prize although our ultimatums were rephrased and moral aspirations became more footloose and empirically incontestable as Seven Bagatelles.
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