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O that you might sing to those cannibals a song so sweet and empty so furtive with destiny that the flame of its cooing breath might open a window into a world without long-pig a world in which utterance representing more than animal mouth noise might come to mean a star-light born from within and kindling a universal brotherhood of wonder a feeling which would not fade like the footlights of the theatre but grow with each passing day until in its gnarled unceasing brilliance it might open itself into a Weird Aeon where knowing flowed and burst through the cataracts between us where finally in that amazing jungle world of hope birds of paradise all would throb to the glorious izbokbinelda of pure energy where finally I might be buried in a white chocolate Yeti-rolls whose stylized curls mimic'd the feathered moustaches of Quetzalcoatl in a jade tophat where finally sugar ray robinson caruso might put down for the count the blackness of the human heart down onto the canvas where it belongs a painting of words in a fugue-ish ring whose circle is squared by language's shipe-shafting mastike its original error whose is as Oz makes an emerald grown like a gobsmacked schnoz; Pow! w/ hummingbirds for blood.. > Lanny Quarles wrote: > >>sugar ray leonard nemoy perversely builds his nautilust from >>the dismantled remains of the global war machine manta, a smoky >>and gleeful pod of chimerical pines for a home, he reigns >>as alphabeast over the tiny misbehaving island of Cyclopian Rocs >>where once Sinbad sinned bad, and where Caliph Mickey Mouse >>once admitted 'his' Eunicity to Moon Unit Zapata, her huge aloof >>skies being investigated by ingestions of Interpretol. >> >> >> >> >>>phanero wrote: >>> >>> >>> >>>>this verse is a striated heap wherein I'll, in this mantle, well >>>>up, a thrall to the lupine eye, which, remote and rapacious, >>>>yokes a pattern so infinitely tiny, spieling, spilling chimerically, >>>>the skies, the skeins of the misbehaving sisters. >>>> >>>>----- Original Message ----- >>>>From: "Harrison Jeff" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> >>>>To: <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA> >>>>Sent: Wednesday, April 05, 2006 3:55 PM >>>>Subject: The Prospect, Lackadaisical >>>> >>>> >>>> >>>> >>>>>this verse is a strayed hope wherein I'll, dismantled, dwell, >>>>>unenthralled, and like the moon aloof, and with obscured glee, >>>>>upon space raised huge by pines, spelling, alphabetically, the skies >>>>> >>>>> >>>>> >>>> >>>> >>>this verse is a stranded populated stopgap wherein I'll, remandered (the >>>hell with Mickey Mantle), tell Interpol of, like the moon's proof, and >>>with obdurate spleen, opting space raised to huge pines, spieling, alpha >>>male likely, the smoky pod skies >>> >>> >>> >> >> >> >> > sugar ray robinson caruso displayed just the negative amperes that I, > under-enthralled, perceiving rink rats, cooled over briny fires, stemmed > as certain file functions, goggling at the vision of geese in the atria, > present for intense stock exchange, puttering modestly in the garden > near the winch, spying a gross fantasy a-sail on the rumour of seaside > bling, sweating out the lodge, groping thru handbags for the extreme > message doctored late in the day, raising nimoy on theories of dawn of > the deed and exaggerating the potency of pretending to be a wheel, all > the while relating to the exhaustive exchange between one verb tense and > another, always associated with ratchetts >
