Saturday, 12 September 2009

following Crot _ Yaddo _ Other

temp. paperback allowance review
wearing bright eclectic shandys to take
some rubicon micro-movement loading…
***& split ^ cabbie [rain – parkway
profanes tree root illuminating livingroom
] all my blubs are serrated suspenders
brigaded, tapered abruptly & someone else
adandon’d harsh luncheon .

txt [from)) ;this evening & any other
ukulele loop peddler breaking ex-
___ deckchair
__________more than ppl
kids | synonym: frenzy | every five
“complicated” windowhunger stereotype
dressed as his barium tract brutally
turk aural violin +++ gag. gag. flail.
no, today not headlamp not busride cleaner
queues likely __________ bothering ____ ?

then there’s that harsh naming of presidential candidates [sweet thing / reprise]
*separated US queers sigh in woe,, update orientation statistically*
stare @ goats, or @ ladies reunion on a list of books
bobbing for a black-market ticket to white-house tours
______ $50. $60? 2Ө? Eros twist maelstrom resumpt
wake wake wake wake wake wake whale
and this patched anagram lasting fourteen minutes
jerking lo light f’ dwelling room
& feeding blood’d flesh strawberries & crème & television
& waving & waving & tire.

observe bottom cup (((loading…))) dedicated as leed-removal
stock for all wells
agreeably
vein. disengaged under a pseudonym sleeper cart
experiencing how a poet tastes
flecksand on lip
layers of pearl
attentive away from self,
: thank you Tom for your correspondance.

Tuesday, 1 September 2009

bank-holiday man

His affectations are a dizzying sentiment, played out with the essence of a rapid dictational device – I feel I perhaps should dust of my mathematic textbooks and revise matrices; as judging by his recent consumption (of space, edible vices, technology, entertainment & reportage of sport), I’m sure there is something harshly formulaic in his ‘self’ – his ‘person’ as he apparently ‘chooses’ to define. Perhaps each of us is enslaved to some conscript of culture, perhaps we are all circling a vast ornamental dictum or philosophy, proved to each of us and allowed into some aspect of our physical body.
I guess I should restate my assumptions ()(if there are indeed any) or restate the physical limitations about our understanding of grounded space, cognition, science itself: but the predictions are simple enough. He shall return to ‘his’ abode (the place of his residing, empower his presence (in terms of material consumption) by flicking and allowing a dictation of desire via advertisements, (projected across part of the shared living space) and preach like he actually has some understanding about the foundations of the surrounding culture – OK, he is VERY aware of the rules but this is about its very archietextual design, shelved behind tinted glass (with projected visuals confusing his understanding of information)