316/365, Henry
Henry says it isn't that hard to make art. What's difficult is being an artist continuously, every day, week after week, year after year, re-making your life into an ongoing artistic process from which art is allowed to bloom. 40 words, 40 years 365 days, 365 people http://www.logolalia.com/40x365
Fwd: 6 wisdoms of Beaujolais Novigota Menth 2006
Begin forwarded message: From: "steve d. dalachinsky" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Date: November 23, 2006 12:45:52 AM CST To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Subject: Fw: 6 wisdoms of Beaujolais Novigota Menth 2006 meant to send this to list can you? 6 wise dumb ass Mints 2006 1. ray treble posse sword swerveth enemy sheer tyel emote day. 2. luckily tonality rewarded sitar frags prefences eneegh pleeded many sex plesures 'n puzzles vantages. 3. Ray mind ceramic disruption stinging sin form motion space motor. 4. Oder ass jumping slight last current prodical which supped dung furewerke. ( fire works } 5. sAx passion sphere chawcky laxative expose diva clench. 6. mommy weary dust her generated gaurentee discent fun fer men tu end.
Part One of the Story Begins, part 1
Captain Element became suddenly perplexed. a night of steel, fortified with longing, stretched across a natural space between loud weary commercial, yikes. this television shit buggers all, thought Captain Element. launching into a mode of inquiry that serves to add a justifiable nurturing to other plans for the world, Captain Element bounces off, mindful of needful, as shouldn't we all. meanwhile, Dr Fu Manchu, rascally capture, chortles in high gear. the suture of his famous drug has compelled Sir Denis-Nayland Smith into an irregardlessness. this could be trouble, Great Britain would say, if Great Britain could say, or even know. in the secret den of iniquity where Dr Fu Manchu (a degree in dentistry from some bellicose Asian school hangs on the wall of his lair) keeps his captives, much amusement. minions all astir, as if they just watched the Republic National Convention and still knew what sanity was when it left. meanwhile, Dr Petrie, in his own charming, bumbling, English way, has decided something is wrong. meanwhile, Jane wakes Tarzan with an eerie feeling. I sense troubled, she murmured over the jungle racket. trouble Tarzan middle name. also Howard, said the jungle man, haha. no time for levity, Tarzan, the world at large and the forces of good who serve it, need your assistance. Tarzan all serious, says: Tarzan down with assistance. the ape man rises from his hammock with destiny in his eyes. no, that's the full moon glowing like it does once a month or so, to what purpose no one knows. Tarzan get to work, said he, intuitively knowing that he spoke no infinitive. I'll bake cookies, said Jane. meanwhile, Captain Element flies thru the air. his jet pack carries him towards trouble and the possible rectification thereof. he's in his element with such ventures. meanwhile, Dr Petrie grabs an electric torch, always handy in a pinch, and a revolver. little universes are placed in chambers in the revolver. at times of puncture or inquest, a trigger is pulled, a hammer lurches violently, striking a little universe, and a big bang occurs. that too could be handy. meanwhile, Fu Manchu sends Nayland-Smith out into the world. Fu Manchu has applied arcane drugs and wicked knowledge to inveigle decency from Sir Denis. to wit: Sir Denis is now a bad acorn. go forth and do my bidding, said the doctor cheerfully. but will this action not be too late?
yes, yes, i can see the future, you can't
yes, yes, i can see the future, you can't it's there in the overturned garden, in formless vines, twisted churn, or tarn, only static on the radio, spiders' nets spanning, wire to pipe, pipe to wire, nothing flows in hours, one through eight, one through seven welkin, glimmer, gather, wind, tain spanning unstation, unplace, settlings and shifting more of them, grey and green, edged, lessened, unfixed http://www.asondheim.org/binoculars.jpg http://www.asondheim.org/throughput.jpg please look at my blog http://nikuko.blogspot.com thank you
Skin
Skin My tongue is bruised My nude is creaky Like a cabbage I sit and wait for you I stutter like an old gun: Take me Know The fast love of my hair. Your beady little eyes transfix me Like rats at the foot of my bed Your limp pendant wrists still hang on my door You snicker, get a grip. Your skin is a labyrinth I follow like a duct I come from skin like yours, my mother was dumb I follow the duct of your eyes like a skein To the comminatory bull Eyes forward, now toward, where I leap for the horns Won’t you come in, he sighs. You own too big a piece of me Your eyes say spare some change and I Don’t want to I Take and give no quarter and I’ve Already cut my hair. Skin is just sausage we call home. Skin is just sausage we call home. Happy Thanksgiving Larissa Shmailo_ [EMAIL PROTECTED] (mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]) http//:larissashmailo.blogspot.com Listen to The No-Net World at http//:www.cdbaby.com/cd/shmailo and on iTUNES
Re: Skin
This is so rich, and raw, and powerful. Thanks for posting it. - Peter Ciccariello http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ On 11/23/06, Larissa Shmailo <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: Skin My tongue is bruised My nude is creaky Like a cabbage I sit and wait for you I stutter like an old gun: Take me Know The fast love of my hair. Your beady little eyes transfix me Like rats at the foot of my bed Your limp pendant wrists still hang on my door You snicker, get a grip. Your skin is a labyrinth I follow like a duct I come from skin like yours, my mother was dumb I follow the duct of your eyes like a skein To the comminatory bull Eyes forward, now toward, where I leap for the horns Won't you come in, he sighs. You own too big a piece of me Your eyes say spare some change and I Don't want to I Take and give no quarter and I've Already cut my hair. Skin is just sausage we call home. Skin is just sausage we call home. Happy Thanksgiving Larissa Shmailo [EMAIL PROTECTED] http//:larissashmailo.blogspot.com Listen to *The No-Net World* at http//:www.cdbaby.com/cd/shmailo and on iTUNES
Re: Skin
Yes, Larissa... wonderful... So wonderful I found it in my junk drawer. Macfiltered... fleshy... Thanks Happy Given. D^ On 23-Nov-06, at 8:20 AM, Larissa Shmailo wrote: Skin My tongue is bruised My nude is creaky Like a cabbage I sit and wait for you I stutter like an old gun: Take me Know The fast love of my hair. Your beady little eyes transfix me Like rats at the foot of my bed Your limp pendant wrists still hang on my door You snicker, get a grip. Your skin is a labyrinth I follow like a duct I come from skin like yours, my mother was dumb I follow the duct of your eyes like a skein To the comminatory bull Eyes forward, now toward, where I leap for the horns Won’t you come in, he sighs. You own too big a piece of me Your eyes say spare some change and I Don’t want to I Take and give no quarter and I’ve Already cut my hair. Skin is just sausage we call home. Skin is just sausage we call home. Happy Thanksgiving Larissa Shmailo [EMAIL PROTECTED] http//:larissashmailo.blogspot.com Listen to The No-Net World at http//:www.cdbaby.com/cd/shmailo and on iTUNES P!^VP
Excitingly Present Part One, par 2
does the reader know what meanwhile means? well, elegiac symptoms in the night, that's what got Jane. now, with fresh cookies a-baked, she can pondering. the diadem of morning—okay, it's just the sun—fletches the trees with a song of spring. day is for action, and Jane's movie has taken a turn. I shall!, and that's plenty enough to say. come, Cheetah, we must assert ourselves in the name of if not justice then something even better. Cheetah backflips agreement, and they off go. presently, or if meanwhile, Sir Denis Nayland-Smith with eyes a-bead scouts the world view that has entangled him. the empire is any sort of group of catchphrases, he realizes, under Fu Manchu spell. and he can mess with, something, being as his eminence is read about. you know, meets with royals on a daily basis, smokes a pipe, stands tall. he can enter the ring of intrigue with deft step, the dark side, totally darthed out. a cunning plan by the insidious one, heartbreaking like a republican neuron. our Sir Denis, trailing into bad... in a rough concurrent, Captain Element engages in the first trope. he sees the hordes as bad. they were there with Marx, sure, told stories of apocalyptic grounding, and oh glory if we could just ascend. ascension, which is like a birthday, is a way to crow. Captain Element sees this impact sun, and starts a gamble. his goodness, philosophically self-evident, registers in acts and action. those are twain yet go together well, like Michelle and ma belle (très bien ensemble). ah, humming a moody tune whilst the very rich hours pass, scudding with jet pack alacrity to a junction of good and evil, somewheres about. very intent, Captain Element, a good part of the equation. in coeval time, Tarzan has astonishingly navigated thru the vines of his special jungle. chattering monkeys and wild looking birds and the occasional elephant with decibels a-booming have informed Tarzan of bad tidings like full moon nut. the case is this: the can of political anchovies of a bad sort has been opened. no shit, the murk is situational. can the preyed upon pray? there's the best of Tarzan, racing to help, yet with a philosophic wit. some bad types sink into quicksand, the engulfing volume of narcoleptic enjoinment. collected like a drag, that is, in the same sort of stew that crazed out Lovecraft. that is, no criminal except in normal racist speech and general rant, Lovecraft cankered in the death and dull images, respendent depth to deeper depth probe. gosh! well, we depend on Tarzan, put it like that, and we're good. good's inherently good. and at about the same time, Dr Fu Manchu, the nervy dentist, knows how to get to you. or me, even as I type. or anywhere and one, with the smell of fear. that's his prognosis, participation and general way to go. we accept that nasty side, so we can drolly speak our better. okay, so Hitler was one canker and Stalin went rather poorly. and that pal Pol Pot. we can name more names but the point is, here's Fu Manchu, very from the dark important hellishness, and he gives us little chance to breathe. what if England fails as England? and that tyke of England, USA, the commander of different sorts of future completions. all this is politics as a smooth smothering and incomparable messiness. just like we planned. everyone take bow. simultaneously or at least subjectively so, Dr Petrie, um, drinking tea, um, maybe a sup of port later, um, fireplace, comfy chair, um, oh yes a little stilton would be very nice, newspaper, um, wife, um, later, yes, later...
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http://www.randomflux.info/blog/gap/index.php?m=11&y=06&entry=entry061122-104826 Working on this post/blog when today's fragment arrived. D^ d^Vizio __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
Van Halen
http://ana-logues.blogspot.com/2006/11/david-lee-rothatlas-oil-friable-1216.html We have a local little jam happens Wednesdy nights here in this wee little town in the mountains meadow. It's true, David Lee Roth was in the room and performed a tune or two. Wonderful energy... made up on the spot... cook on the kit, blast on the guitar. We get some amazing musicians up here. Fun. D^ d^Vizio __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
Re: Skin
>>This is so rich, and raw, and powerful. Yes. Spectacular. What he said.
Re: diamond()pixel()iz()e
On 11/23/06, steve d. dalachinsky <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: (gl)(c)oam.over.now(time)lines.rust+ripley_shows url.st(ipple)rippage[press.forward.creepage. -- --LFG Curiosity, Play, or Xperimention PST-- -http://netwurker.livejournal.com/ -- sharding.ur.reality.purples
Amazon News - November 23th, 2006
Amazon NewsAmigos da Terra - Amazônia Brasileira Amazon News is a weekly information service provided by www.amazonia.org.br , the largest bilingual site on the Brazilian Amazon region, in partnership with several Brazilian media. Its publisher is Amigos da Terra - Amazônia Brasileira, a Brazilian non-profit and public interest registered organization. The news this week: Maggi asks for locks and Lula promises hydro power plants Amazonia.org.br - 11/22/2006Government releases R$ 1.5 billion to pave the Cuiabá-Santarém Highway REUTERS - 11/22/2006Indigenous people, the Public Prosecutors Office and environmentalists are hindrances to the country, says Lula Agência Estado - 11/22/2006MT has lost 43% of the forest in its river basins O Estado de S.Paulo - 11/21/2006Madeira River- Senator says, "Expectations regarding the project are already causing impacts" Amazonia.org.br - 11/20/2006Swamped in corruption, Rondônia ranks first in expenditures O Estado de S.Paulo - 11/19/2006 More news Click here if you want to unsubscribe for the newsletter.If the links are not displayed correctly, click here . You are receiving this communication because your e-mail address has been registered with Friends of the Earth - Brazilian Amazon. This newsletter is produced by Friends of the Earth - Brazilian Amazon. www.amazonia.org.br "Amazon is not just a forest"
Avalanche
Avalanche The two bodies fell from avalanche barrier to barrier, each occupying a qha of virtual snow. The man was thirsty, the woman hungry. They felt nothing for each other. They held on to each other. They knew each other far too well. Now the woman thinks the man is duplicitous, dual to her trial. But there were many others buried beneath the earth. The dead ask, O where art thou. The dead ask Why art thou come. The dead beg, Now let us go. The woman is dead to the man. The woman is dead to me. The woman is dead to the dead. Fall, fall, man and woman. You are all dead. http://www.asondheim.org/avalanche.mov From Modern Spoken Tibetan, Lhasa Dialect, Goldstein and Nornang: "A qha is a measurement that equals one square of whatever the material is. Its size, therefore, is not standardized but depends on the width of the material." Therefore the qha is dependent on the material foundation of the material as structured. From Fijian Grammar, Milner: "In Fijian, there are good reasons to apply the word gender to describe a grammatical category of four classes, even if there is no connexion between these classes and sex: the word gender being used here to describe a feature basically the same as gender in English though different in its details. For the sake of simple reference, the classes of Fijian gender will be referred to as: (i) Neutral (ii) Edible (iii) Drinkable (iv) Familiar" "PROPER NUMBER (a) Proper number is only carried by pronouns and has four classes: _singular,_ _dual,_ _trial_ and _plural._ (b) The _singular_ is used for one and only one, the _dual_ for two and only two, the _trial_ for three or a few, and the _plural_ for many." From Torwali, An Account of a Dardic Language of the Swat Kohistan, Stein: "The usual Interjection is _e_ "O", as in _e! tu ket-si thu_ "O! of where are thou?"; _e zuwan! tu ke ap_ "O youth! why are thou come?"; _e! mere tilai_ "O! now let us go."
