glass poem, snow mountain

glass poem, snow mountain<http://www.cgi7.com/peterimages/glass-poem,-snow-mountain.jpg> -- Peter Ciccariello http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/

the poem, adrift

the poem, adrift <http://www.cgi7.com/peterimages/the-poem,-adrift2.jpg> -- Peter Ciccariello http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/

SPECIAL RELEASE OFFER: DAYS POEM BY ALLEN BRAMHALL

below is the announcement for my book Days Poem. some of it appeared on this list, years ago. MERITAGE PRESS ANNOUNCEMENT A Two-Volume Poetry Collection by Allen Bramhall: DAYS POEM, Vol. I 494 pages ISBN: 978-0-9709-1798-0 Price: $28.00 DAYS POEM, Vol. II 441 pages ISBN: 978-0-9709-1799-7

ping-poem

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practice poem

My father dad died like that making no news no news being possible just something in the light over the snow pieced together as a dull ripple of winter ending a formidable process and child break into nervous distortions same as when mother and same as when time firms up or encloses a simple rhyth

Re: a poem. is not. the. door light. a. period. rouses.

[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: a poem. is not. the. door light. a. period. rouses. ozone lariats of static seed, sentence stains of shrank simulation, fronds of ponds' chomp trope frothy peeing sputters moon glen of snow inch death (strings scanned lurking) underwear

a poem. is not. the. door light. a. period. rouses.

a poem. is not. the. door light. a. period. rouses. ozone lariats of static seed, sentence stains of shrank simulation, fronds of ponds' chomp trope frothy peeing sputters moon glen of snow inch death (strings scanned lurking) underwear pipe blossom teetering, lu

wala poem

("wala" was the spelling of voilà one of my colleagues used in documentation -- I only realized what it meant after the below was written) wala ? it should be loading wala ? the house is on fire 50 miles away wala ? prairie testicles and an FM radio wait and la and la and la la la la pompous an

Re: a poem for the Arnold Böcklin typeface

http://ana-uploads.blogspot.com/2007/02/dolphins-dream-dust.html On 9-Feb-07, at 4:16 PM, phanero wrote: at play in the waves the mermaids cluster rock as storm approach listening shell dreaming sky thrashing tail dolphins circle racing jumping hunting further out a trireme rows straining

a poem for the Arnold Böcklin typeface

at play in the waves the mermaids cluster rock as storm approach listening shell dreaming sky thrashing tail dolphins circle racing jumping hunting further out a trireme rows straining groaning listening stormbirds circle broadly dip dive plummet were that each scale were a game a pawning o

(from) Days Poem, sec. 299

on a day in 1909, or some such, Ezra Pound writes to Wyndham Lewis, and the course of literature as we know it changed, roughly beginning at Point K or M and traveling a fine curlicue before coming to a Point not yet named. the two great writers divested their impediments for minutes on end, ci

A VERY HARSH AND NASTY LOVE POEM

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the footnote to my last poem.

*On October 15, 1938, Joseph Goebbels attempted suicide. Shortly afterwards Lida Baarova received a call from the German police that she was a persona non grata and was given consilium abeundi, i.e., she was ordered to leave Germany or else. Lida went to Prague and, in 1941, to Italy, where she s

Poem

Poem Unshrunken sprinkling raving, plucking the eluded spittle -- withered writhing sprang up in the clutches of the lame; the thrashed gash disembarked, dumbfounded -- insipid rabble on the fringe of daybreak. Scuttle the lattice of tresses in the sachet -- libellers beguiled, innate

Tony Lopez poem at The Argotist Online

Tony Lopez poem at: http://www.argotistonline.co.uk/Lopez%20poem.htm

Re: The WORDS OF JAZZEUS, SAY V=PEACE 1-OR-0 of the WHIRLED (the turning-the poem)_

http://anaugury.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-bones-about-it.html WE ARE THE FUCKING ORACLE BONES]

'Inside Dolphin Skull' -- essay on Michael McClure's poem at The Argotist Online

'Inside Dolphin Skull' -- essay on Michael McClure's poem by Paul E. Nelson: http://www.argotistonline.co.uk/Nelson%20essay.htm

The WORDS OF JAZZEUS, SAY V=PEACE 1-OR-0 of the WHIRLED (the turning-the poem)_

a squashed sine wave. f4 segment/particel dig the metanoia of it all// burroughs dug it// "marks" that's all they are kid.. marks// hmm, the emblemata or the folks that believe them? they are one and the same.. Dig it.. Burroughs is Jesus is Jazzeus is Buddha is Poem of the Sail-Cl

Re: Emerson Poem

Yes. - Original Message - From: Peter Ciccariello To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU Sent: Friday, December 22, 2006 9:59 PM Subject: Emerson Poem Emerson Poem -- Peter Ciccariello Image - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/

Emerson Poem

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a poem beginning ill its end

. the poem was there all along. then I took a point of time, in which my father. then it wasn't him. then I said I would try. then I forgot the work. then I looked back. then I was writing that I hadn't done. but I had. have you cared that way? simple questions crowd us. I specialize.

Re: pop tart poem

popped art poem

Re: pop tart poem

pop (t)art

pop tart poem

thing. 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.

Re: ass chair poem

Yes, this one sings Allen. Ana green Formeedouble D^ FaxFile.pdf Description: Adobe PDF document On 9-Nov-06, at 6:20 PM, Allen Bramhall wrote: save colour with a quiet legion. chair asks a question. formidable ass applies its theory. someone sits there. colour could include even the wa

Re: ass chair poem

there are some amazing asspects to this! i love the tautological elements. i would love to print this on a 5x7 notecard and leave it over and over on some desk in the public library, or maybe at psu. (my ass is in a chair, and i am wearing a green shirt) cool one allen. > save colour with a quiet

ass chair poem

save colour with a quiet legion. chair asks a question. formidable ass applies its theory. someone sits there. colour could include even the way to feel light. well, chair asks more. formidable ass weighs price of being there, secure. colour imagines a downright world. ass in chair firmly asser

Re: An Image Poem - Credible Report

Thanks Peter,  a credible report! - Original Message - From: Peter Ciccariello To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU Sent: Friday, October 13, 2006 12:50 PM Subject: An Image Poem - Credible Report Credible Report-- Peter Ciccariellohttp

An Image Poem - Credible Report

Credible Report -- Peter Ciccariello http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/

poem

'i wanted to run with things' i wanted to run with things and thought i'd lose myself in the grinding of bones dust ran away from me caves for what, what refuge? does night darken or is absence light product same if had a secret could tell it here, no one read example perhaps am wearing clothing

Re: free jessica simpson poem

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free jessica simpson poem

Jessica Simpson don't know that you could say that the word full was appropriateness. Simpson ate. Jessica Simpson Jessica Simpson end of Jessica Simpson steined to all the Jessica Simpson informativeness. Simpson on that was Jessica Simpson label. When Jessica Simpson was Jessica Simpson Jessica

morning announcement and sky poem

it was that silvery streak at first. familiar to the earthly gods as exhaust from a jet engine. that's the dynamo that obtains force by means of exaggerated words, and with this force shrinks earth to habitable size. it's a wonder and great. that streak, then, vested with the light from the dir

Re: The Poem of I-Don't-Like-You

wow. such as this and phanero's occasional are why this little old man hangs around here although 90 per cent of the time he has no idea what you folks are talking about. love, r  

Re: kissing your poem

Wow Sheila, 1. I am your adjoining consecration 2. the impropriety of heaped affection3. let's schedule a friendship  and now "kissing your poem"   What exquisite abundance!   "but you know, it only multiplies.that's why I enrolled in math

Re: kissing your poem

George, your response is glorious to the nth power power power. Thank you, Sheila Egeorge spencer <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: this is wonderfull; i love benadette mayer and now youtooand don't know where to start crying & kissing yourpoem.and allan's question:what is it that they carry, that speaks

Re: kissing your poem

this is wonderfull; i love benadette mayer and now you too and don't know where to start crying & kissing your poem. and allan's question: what is it that they carry, that speaks be nice to know the answer, or at least where to look. george spencer --- Sheila Murphy <[EMAIL

Re: The Poem of I-Don't-Like-You

ot;Your emotions make you a monster." is the chorus to a Dead Kennedys song.   One of my favorite books must always be _Dangerous Women_ by Victoria Cass. There is a good chapter on ancient Chinese Hermit Lady poets called Recluses and Malcontents.   Here is a poem by the famous femal

Re: The Poem of I-Don't-Like-You

_Dangerous Women_ by Victoria Cass. There is a good chapter on ancient Chinese Hermit Lady poets called Recluses and Malcontents.   Here is a poem by the famous female recluse of the Ming Dynasty Lu Qingzi:   On Dwelling In Idleness   I close my gate. I rely on suiting myself. In the little alle

Re: The Poem of I-Don't-Like-You

If you could know how welcome your feedback is, Alan . . . well, I guess you do! Thank you very much. Bless you, SheilaAlan Sondheim <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: This is absolutely brilliant; I have no idea of the circumstances it was written within/under, but pain often brings the strongest work (I

Re: The Poem of I-Don't-Like-You

This is absolutely brilliant; I have no idea of the circumstances it was written within/under, but pain often brings the strongest work (I've felt that for example re: Bernadette Mayer and for that matter Paul Chamberland - if you remember him at all - for a long time). Anti-colonialist, anti-

The Poem of I-Don't-Like-You

Big full-of-the-love heart b(ull)rushes up against the bully heart and then what? Coaches on the side past, present and to come exclaim beatitudes on steroids, trying to get a rise, it's called, out of the hurt heart. "Tell her to _ (let's call it "collapse") herself." "Tell her to off herse

Re: Poem

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Re: Poem  (Bungee baste me stammering)

Ah!  I love that lake flop meat - john At 09:59 AM 9/8/2006, you wrote: Poem  Bungee baste me stammering, spit snores doddering, my shanty turd hustle, my O clock pencil heap, armpit hacked, snot spits, sandbox spork, spore humped, leg muddied, faucet ass hamper, turd cube tomb lip, sock, fork

Poem  (Bungee baste me stammering)

Poem Bungee baste me stammering, spit snores doddering, my shanty turd hustle, my O clock pencil heap, armpit hacked, snot spits, sandbox spork, spore humped, leg muddied, faucet ass hamper, turd cube tomb lip, sock, fork, ladled tampon, corpse ladder leaky pig, moony scribble slop, lake

sheila met the poem of life

dear sheila,  u like the meingness poem cuz u know that its pred e cessoror  ¿pre-daaa-tor? is the poem of lifedavid I met the poem of life… This night, quite quietly alone, When I left aside the guilds of strife. I met the poem of life… Every menace does require some penance

Re: Poem

Comments about this poem... please read aloud at a quick pace. Imagine you are on a small stage. It is a working man's bar. In Deptford - London. begin;-@ Tissue Transaction. walls hold text and images exuding what one can be it surrounds my

Re: Poem

thlink.net/~halvardhttp://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.comhttp://www.hamiltonstone.org On Sep 7, 2006, at 4:15 PM, [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:O, a poem without words..o by david inkey, the UN poet.

Re: Poem

O, a poem without words.. o by david inkey, the UN poet.

Re: Poem

[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: why do you call this open field you mean ala olsen or the spacings? Olson used the term, but you can see the page as a field. Bob often writes in dense blocks so this is a different use of the white space.

Re: Poem

why do you call this open field you mean ala olsen or the spacings?

Re: Poem

I agree, and there's a real smoothness in this one, a slower flow - john At 09:53 AM 9/7/2006, you wrote: [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: the open field works really well here. the airiness belies the density. seems like you've made some great breakthrus lately.

Re: Poem

[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: the open field works really well here. the airiness belies the density. seems like you've made some great breakthrus lately.

Poem

Poem A dollop of slobber spiffy britches wobbling wrenching whorl (crazy bone) slang for

Re: Poem  (Prickly clouded floppy lice)

Beauty comes in pairs! John At 03:52 PM 9/6/2006, you wrote: Poem  (Prickly clouded floppy lice) Prickly clouded floppy lice glue mute meat to the oinking cock sock-humping the chopped mud and the flat gnats in the dim wad dripping dips of itchy lung rump into the ass lens of the glass

Poem  (Prickly clouded floppy lice)

Poem (Prickly clouded floppy lice) Prickly clouded floppy lice glue mute meat to the oinking cock sock-humping the chopped mud and the flat gnats in the dim wad dripping dips of itchy lung rump into the ass lens of the glass-lipped armpit all misty plaid and sappy. --Bob BrueckL

Poem  (Prickly gleam cowered gushing)

Poem (Prickly gleam cowered gushing) Prickly gleam cowered gushing was -- aw boot-pocked head, (pea ache), gash-grimed rapture rising -- gashed grime-waddled ass, ass all limply -- "grease turds" -- ink sore blink beet scum, inks sore nips vas snores peeling, peeling rust rust

Regarding extracts from long poem by Jeffrey Side

There are extracts from a long poem I've written at Jake Berry's site: http://9thstlab.blogspot.com/

Fw: Fw: poem

society's eyes      in almost tandem in almost opposition in state of come-union in stae of endearment in a body marked fragile & fragile body what of life remains when even one has god in his pocket   there is no jericho twin jerichos 1000's of jerichos   clear water murky water water within

Route 6A Poem

Route 6A Poem http://tinyurl.com/nz6b9 -- Peter Ciccariellohttp://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ http://uncommonvision.blogspot.com

the poem, barely alive, in landscape II

the poem, barely alive, in landscape IIhttp://tinyurl.com/ewdr7-- Peter Ciccariello http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/