The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice

"I love women as I love food when I am full. I am surfeited but despairing-- I would take the forbidden fruit. How I envy the man who has appetite!"

Yes, but where was Dolphy?

Dolphy was with the Coltrane group at Babe Baker's Jazz Corner in
Cincinnati, January 7-13, 1963.

quoting sizzle chest

"Last night, Rod and I (and others) saw DC United get humbled, 5-2, by the L.A. Galaxy. The Redskins lost, 41-0, to the Pats, in preseason action. And the (g)Nats got smashed by Atlanta, 10-1.

In all, Washington sports teams scored 3 points last night. Their opponents scored 56. So, Washington lost last night, 56-3."

no, it's not a joke

The vertebrate silence worries the legal sail

kudos to Orange comma Tom on this one

The Strength

In the renting & in
something lenghty
a loosening, a lack’s lattice
round-- this beam abbreviate oppposite-sized carnal loam--

it is its sever

triad is not so low as to shove a gone stop

& then the solve curses
& thin the corpse ago

-- dawn runs it, dawn, that is.

the rising’s recourse.

alone.

Code Orange

We have an Orange (Elevated) mouse alert.

What Was Turtlism

What Was Turtlism

Suppose you tried to separate the feeling which music gives you from hearing music. Aspects of the composition of a book must partake of this attempt. Suppose you tried to separate the feeling shopping for music gives you from the experience of shopping for music. We may wish to call the elements of the aspects of the composition of a book its various “schizotypes.” The combining of the schizotypes imply an impractical material telepathy which is ever-present & decaying. The moment at which this decay communicates its unique advent-- its schizotypicality-- is the moment at which a reader escapes the artifact’s nascent particularity. Advents which plus then pulse.

The duration of the decay of the Poundian tradition -- if we were able to isolate that which is “truly Poundian” (i.e. it is merely a manner of articulation which Pound energetically intensified via his own conceptual artifice) -- relates directly to the problem of duration within the conflict of the poetic utterance. This conflict is the impression that that which is poetic is composed out of emotional &/or ideological conflict(s). Negation is previous to any event AND (re Spicer) it’s all content.

The transformation of conflict into musical event gives ground to the activities of impractical material telepathy. However such ground is staggeringly a-restringent, & desirously unspeculative. When Steve McCaffery writes in Close Listening: “The twentieth century presents two distinct scenarios for the voice in poetry. One is primal identity, culturally empowered to define the property of person. This is a phenomenological voice that serves in its self-evidence as the unquestionable guarantee of presence--when heard and understood through its communication of intelligible sounds this voice is named conscience. The other scenario--renegade and heterological--requires the voice’s primary drive to be persistently away from presence. This second is a thanatic voice triply destined to lines of flight and escape, to the expenditure of pulsional intensities, and to its own dispersal in sounds between body and language.” I want to locate a third term in which presence’s primal identity is found in "the book is said to be a duck." A flight back to presence in which any 1 duality, even that of life & death, does not suffice. In the duck, the third term is culturally empowered to define lines of flight as internally aperiodic passions, perceptions, & principles. This seems preferable to me.

gb

sad to underthink said
moistening--

let the favorite
numbered
or open

shading
leather the close. Of

these, their next
returnable intensities

the marquee lintcatchers
having half said.

YEAH THAT TOTALLY SOUNDS LIKE

Yeah that totally sounds like Hard Dance Channel's FBI smurf thing, but maybe a little more facile. & I know you think we need to be aware, but this is really destroying and has no symmetry or judgmental bitches with giant tote bags or bands like Piffpaff Popo Death at all. I find it offensive but mostly I am just tired and you are radically unhypnotized. I mean what are you saying? Clearly, the squid is on the toad, people.

& with all due respect, every egg and sperm has to be used with the assumption that Satan could defeat Disney and the Aztecs and all their quote ass-poodles unquote. I know that's stretching it but it's getting harder and harder. Or at least it gives lip service to the asspossum slash badger in the front seat. That's my confusion. So thanks for continuing to come.

& not to start a flame war but a guy is beating me over the head with a bear and he's in a bear suit doing it. Which is to say certainly THE PROBLEM is stemming from "Anybody's" "family skills" but do you want my opinion for your research paper about Howard the Duck or what? Get your mind out of metafictional bumfuck. I find it offensive that kids refer to themselves. I mean you can't read can't you?

Fuck fuck fuck fuck! You just sit there!!?? Hot dorks are going off on random tangents in the form of poetry while other people laugh. Why should babies be any different?

Snoring Weenie

Bailey

the asthmatic,
developmentally
challenged

pug

is
snoring alongside
the
weenie ball on

the
boots
of
neo
Pinkos
&
nazi weenie
Iggy's incisors:

medically inert,

assemble-at-home
anti-ostentation--

a kind of nordic gumbo--

any soup
which is based on a roux

over rice
and
gestures.

Somebody tell me what I feel inside.

Things happen every day that you just
don't hear about. Like the other day

Grover & me was hangin out eatin
satanic koala meat with Elvis, like they say,

& alluvasudden 4 equal parts
heathen butler guts & spew-boogers errupt all

outta everthing like we was sposed
ta re-understand the northern lights

as actual rat-incisor transmissions from end-table lamps
& shit-- Grover didn't have his camcorder

& I didn't have my ass. So, I don't know.
Wal-Mart is like Alpha team re-assigned from Tukwila?

Police said.

A former contractor pleaded guilty to murder Wednesday in the nail-gun slaying of a man who accidentally cut off his hand with a power saw then, apparently hoping to end his pain, shot himself 12 times in the head with a nail gun after he admitted murdering a friend who told him off for not lifting the toilet seat. He was building shelves in his apartment to store cages for his 12 pet pythons after being struck in the head and abdomen with a five-foot-long manual grass edger when he fell off a ladder and onto a drill. He then fetched a hammer and hit his landlord as he sat in an armchair. Willard, who was extremely intoxicated when interviewed said in an interview that the men were extremely intoxicated.

Nub

After a billion years you end up
Lime Tear-Away Mesh
"Jiminy ass-fuckit!"
Nickname for corned beef
Sailor in a
Nub stub--

I am not a major advocate of making fun of such things.

They sound like a bunch of runaway food.

Needed a Kite &
Spoke stupid

Some stalled combination
of onions & lotion & onions, their
opined options jet-blue involved off &
glucose chiming happenstances hoo-do-dooed on
a hazard floor--
I’m kinda glowing & pucks are onions

The loam has a nippy blood-nut to let us in on.

ghost brained

based on
the better than

a

locust eats a brick.

burps.

etc.

Ghost Brain

lunch with


&. the suits particulate, smalls unbecomes illys.
what stork
isn't nordic? -- vr, junk, vr -- the lazy wading lads

are a couplea / sang wall the yo-yo, sang wall the sum.

GB

Spoken in a poke. Thirty-one. Going is the more normal active satisfact, a heart or a sleeping this. Work of

closed

not the laying, souplike, noodley

birthright.