325/365, Dennis

[Dan Waber]

Dennis is a self-made man who believes that being offensive is the
best defense against an attack on his credentials (which no one really
ever makes). Force of personality makes right, don't confuse the issue
with those silly facts.

40 words, 40 years
365 days, 365 people
http://www.logolalia.com/40x365

Tony Lopez interview at The Argotist Online

[Jeffrey Side]

Tony Lopez interview at The Argotist Online:

http://www.argotistonline.co.uk/Lopez%20interview.htm

pop tart poem

[Allen Bramhall]

the blue from the sky distinguishes towns from losing all centre. a 
place as happy as clearing stays with us, colder but in a mild 
convulsion we let this touch our hands, together. we stop and then, 
tender, doesn't that mean we live? little things and smaller too. Pop 
Tarts sit in heaven toasty warm. we live n grass growing brown and the 
apples fell. fell with pure old times, that makes the best Pop Tart if 
not forever. forever becomes a definite impulse. loss is not as static 
as we once believed. the delicious crusty pleasure of going far for 
breakfast treat means something. something like Pop Tarts as bridge to a 
new word without prior meaning. we can have a poetry today, life still. 
another day, another blue or grey imitates sky. then when I say these 
structures abide, then I let a moon beam fill a poem. no, no poem lives 
like that, I just let myself think.

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[Jukka-Pekka Kervinen]

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Re: pop tart poem

[Halvard Johnson]

popped art poem

Brave PHP Rogues Sought to Share in Contract Work

[Lewis LaCook]

 It's become clear in the last few months that I need a team of PHP Developers 
to outsource a portion of my work to. The work is project-by-project;  
Developers with experience using Joomla as a framework or CRE Loaded OSCommerce 
are encouraged to apply; brave coders who feel they can learn these systems 
very quickly and learn integration tricks in these frameworks are also welcome. 
Payment is dependent on bids; PayPal is preferred. Interested coders should 
drop mea line at [EMAIL PROTECTED] 

Re: you've never seen the end of you

[Bruce Stater]

I've seen the end of me push-pull
grope in the echo, stumble  rear back
at the torsion  draw of origin
or new beginning
sat up with it at night
 churned it back to light
where it crawled as closed hole
under the weight of local hosts

 because the machines spoke in a language
without mouth, tongue, or desire
 because the language spoke in an economy
of parched signs 
flags waved to the glory of death
in the windows of those who railed against it
your hands quiver on the wheel

 at the wheel you wonder
as someone once said to me
if the insidious machine
will invite  incite your demise
whether the push-pull of its throttle
will turn to the wall where there is no wall
where wall sits with its smile
as abstract  ephemeral
as a language without the word for wall

 at the wheel you wonder
as someone once said to me
if the insidious machine
will invite  incite your demise
whether the push-pull of its throttle
will turn to the wall where there is a wall
where wall sits with its smile
as concrete  real as any other wall

I've seen the end of me
speak in a language with the machines
without mouth, tongue, or desire
 the flags which also spoke in semifore
driven by the wind or some utopian dream
railed against the economy of parched signs
in which their order of death had been inscribed

 the invitations  incitations of demise
sat up at night
groping in echo, stumble  rhyme
to be churned back to light
or new beginning drawn into origin

 the hole belongs to the body
 the body belongs to mind

 the hands sit tight
for there is a fear of machines
that impose their madness upon the eye

I've seen the end of me
impose its madness upon the push-pull of the wheel
where it sat tight in its fear
sat up at night
groping in echo, stumble  rhyme
railing against the economy of parched signs
without mouth, tongue, or desire
where wall sat with its smile
where smile spoke of the body full of holes
 hole spoke of the mind filled with demise
under the weight of local hosts





On Saturday, December 2, 2006, at 10:03  PM, Alan Sondheim wrote:


you've never seen the end of you
fast
makes sewn up men
faster
has something to do with the machine
i don't expect the machine to eat itself
makes the machine do contrary things
and the cams churn the body
your body is all greasy
sewn economies and transriparians
groped and comes around again
and holes are where the bodies drop
mumbly-pegged the lips and lips
becoming a speed-blur speed-bump
you're stretched on the wheel
incredible churning of the wheel
soaked constitutions of sewn economies
fast
makes sewn up women
makes sewn up men
faster
has something to do with the machine
bodies eat bodies seeped through cams
makes the machine fumble you
and the cams churn the body
your body is all greasy
groped and comes around again
mumbly-pegged the lips and lips
becoming a speed-blur speed-bump
you've never seen the end of you
you're stretched on the wheel
incredible churning of the wheel
greasy weaving through the spokes
speed the thing up

fast
makes sewn up men
faster
has something to do with the machine
cams and syzygies veered through sewn economies
makes the machine fumble you
and the cams churn the body
your body is all greasy
groped and comes around again
and holes are where the bodies drop
mumbly-pegged the lips and lips
you've never seen the end of you
you're stretched on the wheel
incredible churning of the wheel
greasy weaving through the spokes
floating in oil legs spread arms spread
some unknown liquid seeping
and machines stitched from machines
liquids stitched from liquids
fast
makes sewn up women
makes sewn up men
faster
has something to do with the machine
sewn and mumbled lips seized burst caves
your body is all greasy
sewn economies and transriparians
groped and comes around again
and holes are where the bodies drop
becoming a speed-blur speed-bump
you've never seen the end of you
you're stretched on the wheel
incredible churning of the wheel
greasy weaving through the spokes
floating in oil legs spread arms spread
some unknown liquid seeping
liquids stitched from liquids
fast
faster
has something to do with the machine
gears and teeth sewn women
makes the machine fumble you
and the cams churn the body
groped and comes around again
and holes are where the bodies drop
mumbly-pegged the lips and lips
you've never seen the end of you
you're stretched on the wheel
incredible churning of the wheel
some unknown liquid seeping
fast
faster
has something to do with the machine
teeth and geared sewn men
makes the machine fumble you
and the cams churn the body
groped and comes around again
and holes are where the bodies drop
you've never seen the end of you
you're stretched on the wheel
incredible churning of the wheel
some unknown liquid seeping
speed the thing up

fast
makes sewn up women
makes sewn up men
faster
has something to do with the machine
joined sutured and quick bodies collapsed
your body is all greasy
greasy body dirty body
skewed on your fumbled lever
sewn economies and