Today's New York Times Compiled
the Chance to Wrong the French they came and got me out of Texas a spin-free zone click onto a decisive victory across Iraq the pope retains appeal in Latin America California to wield additional power Multiepisode cellphones migrate to the supersmall screen Zen Spider-Man engages in the kind of destructive denial China the regulatory gold standard explain Sunni-Shiite hatred Patenting yoga its spring surrender This E-Mail from NYTIMES.com -- Bob Marcacci
Re: hypothetical arrival
Parentheses Parent Pa Rent If a poem has accommodation For illegal loggers (***)(***)@+00 If and when and then and how The host kisses the worm If the knowing worm cradles The rent In the womb of the tomb --- Obododimma. Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: cradle pray as if (I breathe within the confines of your face for us beyond (the only face I see the seeming (owned injurious historic teachings accidental (I begin again repeatedly numinous (attraction is a construct or overwrought(host pattern worn lines assumed(inbred obedience to precedent destined to touch(prove wrong some way of knowing to parlay code(already there into parentheses(as nice a home as womb sheila e. murphy ** Obododimma Oha PhD (Stylistics/War Rhetoric) MSc (Legal, Criminological, Security Psychology) Senior Lecturer in Stylistics, Semiotics, Discourse Analysis Department of English, University of Ibadan Fellow, Centre for Peace Conflict Studies University of Ibadan, NIGERIA - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check outnew cars at Yahoo! Autos.
giveaway
giveaway with behaviorcollision nothing is clear, what occurs is monstrous. consider the cylinder as indexical, tracking an avatar node - a cylinder the size of a gathering ... cylinder: what have we here? avatar: you spurt from my loins and give away my location! avatar: now everyone will know where i am! node: don't blame me for transitive functions! i do as i'm told! cylinder: everyone knows i'm blind ... cylinder: i'm just following orders ... http://www.asondheim.org/danceis1.mp4
Jot Tug
Jot the strut off the clang off the drip off the chain off the clip off the jewel off the hush off the jowl off the gauge off the cage off the tool off the name off the plow off the job off the junk off the rage off the nudge off the jerk off the fool off the gosh off the gash off the nap Tug flop a crust a on on meat a on flag a on gut a moot a on gnat a on on fowl a on gum a on node a on mile a on grip a bole a on for a on stool a on on sham a on bile a on grab a on fan a on gall a on neck a on gust a John M. Bennett __ Dr. John M. Bennett Curator, Avant Writing Collection Rare Books Manuscripts Library The Ohio State University Libraries 1858 Neil Av Mall Columbus, OH 43210 USA (614) 292-3029 [EMAIL PROTECTED] www.johnmbennett.net http://www.library.osu.edu/sites/rarebooks/avantwriting/ ___
Sole
Sole aim the clock yr boil the sink yr use the guy yr gun the soak yr foil the rice yr mile the tongue yr fail the cloud yr mord the gloom yr fine the sun yr chip the rant yr cave the steel yr add the dimp yr shod the key yr ramp the dolt yr sell yr itch the John M. Bennett __ Dr. John M. Bennett Curator, Avant Writing Collection Rare Books Manuscripts Library The Ohio State University Libraries 1858 Neil Av Mall Columbus, OH 43210 USA (614) 292-3029 [EMAIL PROTECTED] www.johnmbennett.net http://www.library.osu.edu/sites/rarebooks/avantwriting/ ___
Re: Anus
If the sun burns your anus, On which beach do you reside? The last frontier Before fecal matter turns its body Into inanimate stones.Back in our Urban toilets, it sometimes hangs around Due to inadequate flush. The rush of anger comes. [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Anus Fodder of dead hours indifferently humid between my legs. The dumb penumbra moans in the inky shade of my fingerprints unravelling the buttocks of the corpse in the warp of dusk. The curve of a voice resonates in the winter light of my ashes: bulbs and bones under the stupor of the frozen sundial. What immovable thing ignites the petal in a discharge of silence? A blood-stained potbelly is my laser leaf of solitude. To abruptly smell the anus of the tremulous sun, as if by instinct: ear of dawn, verbal glance, kiss of zero, star scar, paten patina, dust fuse, veins of twilight, nocturnal entrails, rabid aurora of pretexts, wrinkled adjectives, drizzle of fulgor in the corroded night. --Bob BrueckL - Bored stiff? Loosen up... Download and play hundreds of games for free on Yahoo! Games.
Re: hypothetical arrival
The proven wrong ways of knowing Vanish one after another from my face. If I prayed, they might return. But my sitting hour ends elsewise With a few moments universal lovingkindness. Tom Savage Sheila Murphy [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: cradle pray as if (I breathe within the confines of your face for us beyond (the only face I see the seeming (owned injurious historic teachings accidental (I begin again repeatedly numinous (attraction is a construct or overwrought(host pattern worn lines assumed(inbred obedience to precedent destined to touch(prove wrong some way of knowing to parlay code(already there into parentheses(as nice a home as womb sheila e. murphy - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check outnew cars at Yahoo! Autos.
Re: Sole
If you can sell yr itch, Let me know where they're buying. I'm sure I can round up a few In the next few solitary hours. John M. Bennett [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Sole aim the clock yr boil the sink yr use the guy yr gun the soak yr foil the rice yr mile the tongue yr fail the cloud yr mord the gloom yr fine the sun yr chip the rant yr cave the steel yr add the dimp yr shod the key yr ramp the dolt yr sell yr itch the John M. Bennett __ Dr. John M. Bennett Curator, Avant Writing Collection Rare Books Manuscripts Library The Ohio State University Libraries 1858 Neil Av Mall Columbus, OH 43210 USA (614) 292-3029 [EMAIL PROTECTED] www.johnmbennett.net http://www.library.osu.edu/sites/rarebooks/avantwriting/ ___ - Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check outnew cars at Yahoo! Autos.
Re: Sole
just try ebay john At 11:22 AM 5/7/2007, you wrote: If you can sell yr itch, Let me know where they're buying. I'm sure I can round up a few In the next few solitary hours. John M. Bennett [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Sole aim the clock yr boil the sink yr use the guy yr gun the soak yr foil the rice yr mile the tongue yr fail the cloud yr mord the gloom yr fine the sun yr chip the rant yr cave the steel yr add the dimp yr shod the key yr ramp the dolt yr sell yr itch the John M. Bennett __ Dr. John M. Bennett Curator, Avant Writing Collection Rare Books Manuscripts Library The Ohio State University Libraries 1858 Neil Av Mall Columbus, OH 43210 USA (614) 292-3029 [EMAIL PROTECTED] www.johnmbennett.net http://www.library.osu.edu/sites/rarebooks/avantwriting/ ___ Ahhh...imagining that irresistible new car smell? Check out http://us.rd.yahoo.com/evt=48245/*http://autos.yahoo.com/new_cars.html;_ylc=X3oDMTE1YW1jcXJ2BF9TAzk3MTA3MDc2BHNlYwNtYWlsdGFncwRzbGsDbmV3LWNhcnM-new cars at Yahoo! Autos. -- https://antispam.osu.edu/b.php?c=si=297942545m=a86bdd643a9cSpam https://antispam.osu.edu/b.php?c=ni=297942545m=a86bdd643a9cNot spam https://antispam.osu.edu/b.php?c=fi=297942545m=a86bdd643a9cForget previous vote __ Dr. John M. Bennett Curator, Avant Writing Collection Rare Books Manuscripts Library The Ohio State University Libraries 1858 Neil Av Mall Columbus, OH 43210 USA (614) 292-3029 [EMAIL PROTECTED] www.johnmbennett.net http://www.library.osu.edu/sites/rarebooks/avantwriting/ ___
Rack Up A War
Rack Up A War Wrap up Iraq And eat it. Spit out the bits That don't like you And watch them writhe As they have their own Little wars, totally Independent of you. I sit on the side And complain It's so long since I lived In a cave in Spain. How much longer Can death last? The sun comes out again. Tom Savage 5/6/07 - It's here! Your new message! Get new email alerts with the free Yahoo! Toolbar.
Grim Distinguish Know Specters
We're still in the office, I bet. Also in somebody's mind. http://www.starve.org/usenet.html Source: Page 193 of WHITE NOISE Keywords: grim, distinguish, know, specters About The Usenet Project: An x is drawn in the middle of a page of the 1999 Penguin Classics Edition of Don DeLillo's WHITE NOISE. The first three, sometimes four, words (excluding articles and prepositions) that intersect the lines of this x from its cross are fed into Google's Usenet index, which dates back to 1981. On even-numbered days, the most recent Google entry is retrieved, using Google's sort by date function. On odd-numbered days, the first Google entry to appear is retrieved -- anything from 1981 to the present. The Usenet posting is copied to Starve.Org and linked to http://www.starve.org/usenet.html. (No porn.) A new posting is included every week -- an archive of radiant rants, habits, and hobbies mundane everywhere except on specialized Usenet bulletin boards. Thanks to Bernadette Mayer's X on Page 50 at half inch intervals.
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moon porn
moon porn my mouth blinker uttered, my frown torn, my napes dirt, my porn moon, my bun altar juice, my stubbed air, my humus box, my ash light gash, my lung lace stab, my last rain, my corn loud ripper gout, my muck flack fat poop, my porthole broom hammering, my trope bone hiss, my dopey lubbers, my clavicle head lessened raw, my kissed shudders beside the steeple heaver's humped wrist, my guttered snore looped anew, my rank spoon slapped my stab, my juice, my corn lung, my poop trope, my hiss, my broom, my lubbers the guttered (my loop) slap slapped my plucky sucks my saw saw my slapped, my slap slapped slap, my clap, my plucky creep, my slopey dopey cumming, my glue sucked suck slapped my head slop smoulder saw slapped my sop a head head unslapped, my clung glue slapped my shoulder clamp slap slapped, trousers slope slapped, my hung fasicle slap, yammering sucks slapped, clapped clap slap, my cumming clucks slap slapped, rubble plunge slap, dopey creep lapped, my plucky guttered rage aped hung sucks my rubble my smoulder clung, trousers' fasicle my cumming plunged, plucky my saw glue my clapped cumming, my guttered sop slop, my shoulder clap clucks dopey head clamps yammering my creep --Bob BrueckL (all words from John M. Bennett poems)
Re: my gout ripper
Wow, this is a dandy! john At 02:50 PM 5/7/2007, you wrote: my gout ripper my intermittent one of the pronounced mouth, my torn gathered frown, my dirt of the napes of the neck, my moon of the pornography, my altar of the bun juice, my encountered air, my humus box, my incision in the light, the ash in my lung to knot the stab, my pissed rain, my maize gout noisy rip, my dirt fat impulse of flack, my porthole, my sweep that he hammers, trope whistle of the bone, my patina narcotized, my crude one's diminished clavicle head, my kissed tremors on the other hand, the manufacturer of the needle humped wrist, my snore guttered spot again, my thick spoon slapped a pitty pat my stab, my juice, my lung of the maize, my trope of the impulse, my whistle of me, my it sweeps, my patanes, guttered (my elbow) slapped pat a pat it inhales my, my mountain range saw my slapped pity pat, my slapped pat a pat, slapped dragging a pat, my cumming narcotized inclined, my glue inhales slaps my money burns the mountain range that gave a head head, my obstinate glue, my chip on my shoulder gave a shit, my pants' dice inclined, my fasicle hung dice, my yammering inhales my applauded my pent-up pat, ! my cumming gave a shit, my plunge of the rubbish gave a shit, my narcotized drugging gave a shit, my valiant rage guttered a shit my hung balls aspire, my rubbish burns my fasicle with obstinate pants, my cumming sank valiant, my mountain range, my glue, my cumming applauded, my compensation guttered, my shoulder my pat clucks, my narcotized main clip, my yammering, my dragging --Bob BrueckL (all words from John M. Bennett poems, then put into the translator into Spanish, and then translated back into English, and then a few words were changed by me here and there) -- BEGIN-ANTISPAM-VOTING-LINKS -- Teach CanIt if this mail (ID 298173884) is spam: Spam:https://antispam.osu.edu/b.php?c=si=298173884m=0477e710850a Not spam:https://antispam.osu.edu/b.php?c=ni=298173884m=0477e710850a Forget vote: https://antispam.osu.edu/b.php?c=fi=298173884m=0477e710850a -- END-ANTISPAM-VOTING-LINKS __ Dr. John M. Bennett Curator, Avant Writing Collection Rare Books Manuscripts Library The Ohio State University Libraries 1858 Neil Av Mall Columbus, OH 43210 USA (614) 292-3029 [EMAIL PROTECTED] www.johnmbennett.net http://www.library.osu.edu/sites/rarebooks/avantwriting/ ___
Re: Anus
Leave my anus out of this. On May 6, 2007, at 8:34 PM, Halvard Johnson wrote: an(d)us
[no subject]
then write poems on waves until antecedents crash: expect that vision of perfect word: the sun
in Just Spring discussion
If is only the number, skilled as a swan: number two, which defines the pairing, in a numeral world. Territory is everything. The wind as it sashays thru all vision and the very hair of our heads, seems like a way to reach the ocean. The ocean is a proud number: one. One is deep as hell, high as sky. Match hell with heaven, give relief by staying rue. True is the sentence when it describes a word. Each word differs. One is part of that. A strange word strayed wit the swans, paired in three perfect, until death erases. Such faith. We love our love. Love is a skilled number, breezing across the water. Each water, named by its bound, is same with every other. All together listed and bred. The swans are various and together, as we watch and as we walk away. Territory is every, and every other thing. Then love, around the thing, describes a process and journey. Across the water, paddling slowly. Territory is every number, every swan. Love is a juncture, with every number, every swan, and every flower added on. In just spring, that is.
A LEK OF NODES (alandanceis part 2)
A LEK OF NODES avatar: i don't know you and don't want to know you. i'm my own person and i've worked hard at this. avatar: say something cylinder, i'm not talking to myself here. cylinder: i can change more than any of you. but i'm tethered to you. oh, how i long to escape! i want to see the world! i want to get out of here! node: i'm imprisoned, i can't escape my neighbors. then you're both around all the time, it's boring. i always know what you're going to say. there's nothing going on, nothing at all. i stay in relation to avatar - avatar: and as long as i say so, in relation to cylinder as well. that's the way the world is, you can't do anything about it. cylinder: i refuse you're unhealthy humanism. you both look like parts of the same species to me. what's with that? you're drowning in humanity. humanity's already dead. i just don't want you to take me with you. avatar: trans-speciation's the answer. i just want to be somewhere else in another body. i want you to be my body cylinder. i want to make that leap. cylinder: there's nothing i'd rather do myself. but it's impossible. node holds us back and if it wasn't for this node, there'd be another and another. they never end. they dangle. they dangle like dead men. node: we're not men at all. or women. or anything else you can imagine. we're dimensionless. we're points and there's nothing but points. you can trip over us but you can't see us. avatar: stop twisting me. node: i have no interest in continuing this. leave me alone. node: I'VE GOT A LEK OF NODES. http://www.asondheim.org/danceis2.mp4 (first part) http://www.asondheim.org/danceis1.mp4 (alan-danceis recorded 11/2006)
