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Verse Daily: About Threading by Andrew Demcak
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Today's poem is "Threading". From A Single Hurt Color. GOSS 183: CASA MENENDEZ. Is an award-winning poet who has been widely published and anthologized both in print and on-line. His most recent book of poetry is Zero Summer. BlazeVOX [books], NY, 2009.) His first poetry book, Catching Tigers in Red Weather. MiPOesias, Scythe, The Pebble Lake Review, elimae, O and S(Poets and Artists). Other poems by Andrew Demcak. Books by Andrew Demcak. Other poems on the web by Andrew Demcak. About A Single Hurt Color.
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Shimmy's Blog: October 2005
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Monday, October 31, 2005. This Morning, the Leaves. This morning I walked on the back porch. New fallen leaves everywhere. I wasn't too scared, actually. Leaves blowing around in the wind. I swatted at them a few times. I ate one. I watched one blow off the balcony. It was beautiful, then I was frightened and - tail up! Posted by Shimmy at 9:55 AM. Links to this post. Friday, October 28, 2005. Oh, no. She pooped in the corner again. Nope No joke. Take a look for yourself. I have to go to work. All the bi...
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Shimmy's Blog: February 2006
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Monday, February 27, 2006. Thus have I heard, these are the six practices for crossing over:. 1 GENEROSITY: Rub yourself on tactile things. Subject-object distinctions collapse. In the wake of your groundlessness, don't do anything except stare at table legs, feet, and the space where the floor meets the bottom of the wall. 2 MORALITY: Good conduct, hissing at pigeons, swatting. Posted by Shimmy at 1:22 PM. Links to this post. Saturday, February 25, 2006. I've been taking naps atop the latest issue of the.
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Shimmy's Blog: January 2006
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Monday, January 30, 2006. Conversations with Guy Debord (1). A whiff. A glance of catnip in my snout. I rubbed my cheek against the bottom of the coffee table. I blinked. I was thinking something but I can't remember. I smell something," I said, blinking. The odor of the 'consumption celebrity,'" Guy Debord said. He was rolling a cigarette."Each of us believes himself to be a 'decision celebrity.' We think we possess a complete stock of accepted human qualities.". When was the noise? The bedspread is red.
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Quarrel: "Drinking Song" by Guest Poet #1: Andrew Demcak
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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." Yeats. Friday, December 5, 2008. Drinking Song" by Guest Poet #1: Andrew Demcak. Guest Poet #1 is Andrew Demcak. And he has selected words provided by Justin Evans. The bits of wet paper. Salamander within a Chinese screen. Minding their labeled sides in a blown sky. I shouldn’t exist, stopped,. I fight humor my shot glass. My strength divorcing emptiness. The surprise of my half-corpse. Shaped by a chilled rasp.
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I Like Them | Denise R. Weuve
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The Truck Driver’s Daughter. Denise R. Weuve. Ink Damage and Other Permanent Stains. Links coming. . .right after this unexpected nap. David St. John. Frank X. Gaspar. John F. Buckley. Listing of local poetry events). Timothy Justice Van Ausdal. 8211; page 4, amazing cat! Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Shimmy's Blog: November 2005
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Tuesday, November 29, 2005. Money is "an emissary armed with full powers who speaks in the name of an unknown force". When we concerned ourselves only with survival - such as those six weeks I was. Abandoned in the woods before Tony and Shelly adopted me - we were unable to see the commodity with any kind of consciousness. Commodity instead was an occult force. Yet the commodity becomes an occupying force in social life after the Industrial Revolution. Is no longer an occult. Posted by Shimmy at 2:35 PM.
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Shimmy's Blog: March 2006
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Wednesday, March 29, 2006. Conversations with Guy Debord (2). Shimmy, are you busy? I smelled smoke. The ripe odor of Gauloises, a cloud of fish, sweet and sour pigeon feathers ripped from bone. Roman Polanski and Guy Debord are the only people I know who smoke Gauloises. Shimmy," it was Debord's assured voice. "I want to take you snorkeling.". What about sea urchins, moray eels, riptides, coral reefs, masks, and Caspar Weinberger? Debord used a coffee cup as an ashtray. Under the spare room bed? His sho...
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Shimmy's Blog: December 2005
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Saturday, December 31, 2005. Posted by Shimmy at 6:01 PM. Links to this post. Friday, December 30, 2005. Fools) I rub my cheek against the bathtub spigot as water falls. Rumsfeld rubs his hands together as he smells blood. "I rub my language against the other," Roland Barthes says, as if language were a skin. I will rub out the squirrels as they chase each other in the tree outside the living room window. Posted by Shimmy at 12:44 PM. Links to this post. Saturday, December 24, 2005. Links to this post.