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The Altered Scale Blog: August 2013
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The Altered Scale Blog. This blog has a two-fold purpose: to track the less-than-systematic reading of Jefferson Hansen and to present commentary and artworks by others. Friday, August 30, 2013. Click to isolate.). Andrew Lundwall lives and works in NYC. Wednesday, August 28, 2013. Four Poems by John M. Bennett. Rush ,ton visage une lunch. Crapulous soggy ,dreamed f. Rottage de mes genoux the. Sticky rice the rusty ladder. The coiled lentils on your. Bed o weight of rain the. Limestone clouds exhale yr.
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Piri' Miri Muli'
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No beams to weave the linen. For chlorotic laundry maids. The earth has plucked them all. The moon is not its glow. But the thing seen. All the gloomy black moths. Have massacred the sun. Pierrot checks his frock coat. Floating on a water lily. Without the glowing rudder. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Praise be to crustaceans in.". When I became water.". Who tags the bats.". No beams to weave the linen.". Poem comprised entirely of Three Stooges titles. On JMW. Turner.
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Piri' Miri Muli': The emptying of fate
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The emptying of fate. The Quechua language does not have words for the future. They have a active (not passive) future imperfect tense that allows syllables to be added to verbs that suggest an individual will (I will be, I will desire, I will love) and the “sunchi” suffix that suggests a collective action in the immediate future “Let’s eat.”. Lyn Hejinian’s “The Fatalist” ends with the lines:. That’s what fate is: whatever’s happened. Looking at another excerpt that addresses fate directly:. Without det...
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The Altered Scale Blog: April 2013
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The Altered Scale Blog. This blog has a two-fold purpose: to track the less-than-systematic reading of Jefferson Hansen and to present commentary and artworks by others. Sunday, April 28, 2013. In Search of Whatever by Vernon Frazer. Vernon Frazer is a regular contributor to this blog. He appears in. 2, and AlteredScale.com 3. Thursday, April 25, 2013. On Jar Moff's "Commercial Mouth". Shows Jar Moff to be an ambitious artist—more than just another person behind a computer mashing together songs. Blowing...
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The New Left: Rumble in Wendell
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Poetry is a trance/of make-believe." John Wieners. Sunday, April 26, 2009. Don't miss this reading. Just don't. No excuses. Just go. You'll love it. I promise. Hello good peeps,. Ten reasons to attend the All Small Caps reading. Lives and writes in New York City, where he. Was raised and continues to be so. He. In which the phrase Have A Good One is used slightly more than eight dozen times as a repeating title. Dana Ward had the where with all to publish. Is the author of Goodnight Voice (House Press, 2...
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BEOWULF WIP XVI… | Pomedeterre
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We have fantasies (for Molly). Next Post →. January 10, 2013 · 8:41 pm. BEOWULF WIP XVI…. Go slow thin father fading must. Swarthy headache to end boning. Middle finger faith embarrassing. For her broken heaven by night. Forlorn, he goes out sawtooth dinner fork. Over island jailing our skilled inkblot. Phallic fortune wield false telegram. Over and against healed grimy rice. Heartburn healthy flowers here again dead. Manage her Mage only forgetting. Born helpless she was better phonetic. Next Post →.
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we have fantasies (for Molly) | Pomedeterre
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BEOWULF WIP XVI… →. We have fantasies (for Molly). About heroism and being heroic. In the tub late at night. To get us through. Glory to the hands that fail. One and then another. Ill and together without. I think of your fate and wonder if I can be the one. July 1, 2012. Middot; 11:10 pm. BEOWULF WIP XVI… →. 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 Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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poem | Pomedeterre
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We have fantasies (for Molly) →. February 8, 2012 · 10:32 am. Don’t forget to leave. The small yellow and red. Plate for the gods. The veil is beginning to lift. There is irony in my strength. In that i break my own teeth. Is like a preserves and pickle factory. What is the difference between life and work? Don’t forget to leave. It all in her hands. We have fantasies (for Molly) →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Pomedeterre | poetry and thoughts of the world (as apples of the earth) | Page 2
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Newer posts →. June 24, 2011 · 8:13 pm. June 20, 2011 · 8:11 pm. Some 2x4s from last summer. June 17, 2011 · 12:39 pm. Notes on the nose. Candy lights go up. We also let blood. Search out notable anti-futurists. The nose is in the summer garden. A day in the life. November 3, 2010 · 9:11 pm. So, long time no blog. the uncanny convergences of life imitating literature in conjunction with the 19th c lit class I am TA ing though have become too prominent for keeping to my private thoughts. Back to the 90s.
