From Steiny and Spicey

"This made him certain"

"Spicer's Language"

Thank you PennSound!

A Sound Called Malice
A sound called music shows lips.
Come and say what toughs all day. A whole few nightengale. There is no Body.
No cut in image and sound waxen and choose burned soles and sound spats really sound divided.
A sound linguistics makes graves. This is not mythology.
Goddess of goddess and a triple a morphology phonology syntax bow morphology phonology tough, tough on the lips.
If it is love then it is language and nearly misshapen in where there is a malicious afterthought.
An Oz to Charlie Parker, noon and moon and moon. A kingdom a cold bastard a brief a phoneme paired and nearly the never and language window.
Nearer in strict sea, nearer and farther, show separation has consonant in sight, show a vowel of children. Count, count more so that bookkeeper and bookkeeper is tough.
I hope schoolteacher has her cow. Consonants a floating, immediately received echoes, sound leading canyons echoes.
Cough out cough out in the heart and really father it is not for.
Ground-rules, ground-rules, double it not phoneme more sound in when.

together we tie our hands/ for Cecilia Vicuná, for Ben and Kelly

Sunlight sounds of clean silverware
Trucks ease from intersection
Tables set for another day
Hours from dawn they argued over
Bailing out and proper attire
An empty fountain
Relieved of the birds
He repeated grammatical rules
While words lettered their way
Approaching old acquaintances
Everyone shaking heads to the
Same solemn rhythm
Like an ice cube sliding towards hell
And no one left to fight fire with fire
She sweeps ashes into a cool breeze
Shuffles cast iron furniture
Out of memory’s basement
The glue still drying
To things attempted to be said
So many years
Between the air and the intention
Someone left the windows down
Or open
Whichever makes sense of sensation
Blowing hair in awkward positions
It isn’t worth thinking too hard
Imagine the smell of dead ladybugs
Suddenly to a breakfast nook
A blue house
A neighbor you never try hard enough
To remember
A smell as obvious as starting a family
No one ever dug the garden
The corn was just there one day
Something new to avoid with the mower
Something symbolizing hope
To be reminisced into significance
Alone with the empty table
Crowned in mid-day sun
On the verge of an event
More concrete
Than surprise yields
So we gather now
Setting letters aside
To offer legible flesh
Born of separate tongues
A new language
The first word
Pregnant with other words

Searching to no avail

Does anyone have a direct link to Michelle Ellsworth videos, in particular a) The Word Made Dress, and b) Dancer/Banana? The closest I can find is her page at UC Boulder, but the video link is disabled. If anyone has a lead on this it would be greatly appreciated.

empty glasses of bad wine,
Tim

ps
Jared, I have a long letter in progress to send you regarding pedagogy and its unfortunate applications in youth treatment programs...be on the lookout.

From Mr. Berrigan

"feminine marvelous and tough"

unadultered joy is released into the universe via Jennifer Koshkina's new Chapbook!

If you expect chapbooks to provide you with the ecstacy you deserve as a citizen of the galaxy, with the serial gesture of imaginative and bodily pleasure, if you expect chapbooks to bring about a performative and interactive theatre of deliberate play, to throw your mind aggressively into a state of transformation, to remind you simultaneously of Charles Olson, Vitezslav Nezval, Eleni Sikelianos, and Diane Arbus, if you expect this and more from your chappy chap chap then email us and get your copy of Periplum Maps Our Star/ Less Shores by Jennifer Koshkina...do it soon...do it today...and prepare to become a summer baby bug, peacock farmer, a beat duck, and a royal leopard!!!

An excerpt:

And for one day he reined
in delirium with trembling
chariot control over winged horses



She was made of cardboard
before humans were made of elastic

He struck lemongrass
in a field of poppy

They knew stars took shape from unicorns

As he tamed carnivorous orchids
and she shielded them from floods and rascality
another shipmate
mildewed in the ears
played crossfire near their campfire
where clutters of gold
shifted aside to light the sunset
of one petunia
near his oar's blade

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(note: The flush left margin is a result of my lack of html knowledge...the poems in the book employ more lyrical attention to the line than the flush left margin reveals...much apologies to Jennifer)


Periplum Maps Our Star/ Less Shores, by Jennifer Koshkina, at long last, is now available for trade or donation from Livestock Editions. Email the editors for your own copy or any other correspondence at: livestockeditions@gmail.com.

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