Thursday, November 30, 2006

Beatrice Duckofsky translated homophonically by Gertrude Spicer

From "B-12"

is not
worth my time.

From "B-4"

This is a frame
so is this

we are framed

this is a frame
so is this

as you proceed
remember framing

for this
and this
both are frames

frames framing
so other frames may frame

From "B-17"

this is the yesterday

i wanted nothing
i wanted everything
it was better than opera
plotted over several years
in it bob barker performs

to such sizes

the gorilla has made it
into the girls bathroom

but he only holds handouts
"he whathe howhe means love"

this is the
do or not do.
It follows me like someone who hates me.
over here with the roses
over there aristotle,
peaches, as it were
it is, the mind is never found
producing movement without the will

rest or restless
does it not ask for it
again, gaining,
it is driving
Me wild.


From "B-2"

there is no bowling in boulder.


Tuesday, November 28, 2006

What's up with the Livestock Editions?

I keep hearing Jen say she feels bad for not sending in the final mss yet, but I know it's big enough for a big is it, you must be wondering...

What else will be coming from Livestock?

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Echo to Narcissus: a poem for and after Allen Ginsberg, suggested by Andrew Peterson.

i myself sAw the sunfLower-monkeys of the moon

i stared in the mirror naked today

i'm getting baLder

my kittEn mews

what uNiverse do i enter

thank God i know
i dunno

that i taste the shIt of being at last, that i touch thy geNitals
thrilled with my deathleSsness, thrilled with this endlessness i dice and Bury
come poEt shut up eat my word, and taste my mouth in your eaR
with my fuckinG suave manners & knowitall.

for every goon i ever met but especially for reed bye

the basic problem in artistic endeavor is the tendency (to cultivate our ability) to imagine that yr mind is like a calm lake or a vast empty pure clear interpretation of blue mountain mind waves a mirror as our own mind weeds gently and precisely instructing children fantasies that neither love nor hate the attention of a flower cultivating experience of someone who lives in a bustling dried hollyhock hummingbird fog thick impermanence of a saner look at suffering the air is fresh filled withhighfalutin colorful adventures very poetic on the breath yr eyes away the monkey's shadow something outside something inside branch to branch the human realm a single breath the surest proof was put in jail which is based on emptiness and the color yellow heaven and works perception you look through a sight savage and deadly a partial definition of individuals who spread across the ceiling still seeking language which is quite rich apart from the complaints we experience it try it just zero you are not confined to a pidgeonhole.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Consultations Available: Patients Needed

the professors, the quacks, the savage medicine
sticky, thick and putrid air
exposed to the most suitable subjects

the clinic brings into play
the study of monsters
monstrosities of human beings

in the quasi-paralysis of the intestines
this autonomous organic space
opened in time

(pain, heat, acceleration of the pulse)

open up a few corpses
through the thoracic cavity
a hasty, composite training

we have discovered a pathological anatomy...

"a clinic of symptoms seeks the living body of the disease;
anatomy provides it only with the corpse" -foucault

a doubly misleading corpse interrupted by death