tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55580659399547174602024-03-12T19:52:46.572-07:00Tabula RastaThe need to create the habit of writing. Then simply writing.indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-2823979547266870862011-03-05T18:53:00.000-08:002011-03-05T19:10:28.280-08:00wool, family<div><i>Here's yet another poem constructed from text that has been translated into </i></div><div><i>multiple languages. It started as spam from Taiwan, as the others did. Unusual in this case is that it emerged in English as prose, probably stolen from somewhere to pad the spam.</i> <i>I kept intact (and enhanced) the odd imagery that emerged.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>I am thought, </div><div>by raising it in feet and </div><div>by observing with ego.</div><div>Father and mother, do they like their devotees?</div><div>With their external part </div><div>I light the room.</div><div><br /></div><div>This night, significant with the father and the mother,</div><div>the father and their mother took us to them:</div><div>Care to leave ours born? </div><div>Born ours in a more first life place, like a child. </div><div>The child awakes and it acts awaked, </div><div>happiness, innocence, beauty and the dream</div><div>of wool, family. </div><div>There, family is quit. </div><div><br /></div><div>They obtained the brothers and the sisters. </div><div>The brothers and the sisters are branches of family. </div><div>Love exists with their enormous upper part; </div><div>Much of the birds will come, to remain under this tonality. </div><div>I disguise two, to have joined peace and have joined reality. </div><div>There peace is, and there, reality. </div><div>They are constructed on their comprehension. </div><div>There, comprehension is an effluence of compassion. </div><div>Basically, compassion adjusts thought. </div><div><br /></div><div>There! I thought it! </div><div>When there are adjustments, vision will also adjust.</div><div>Where it adjusts, vision reverses in my heart. </div><div>My heart is full with pretty kindness. </div><div>The summer withdraws from the father, and finest wool. </div><div><br /></div><div>I make it room, let it rain, </div><div>rain much with strong and there, </div><div>electric lantern of wool, </div><div>electric illumination runs </div><div>over exposed things.</div><div>To the wind, to the wind, </div><div>if to cool and one month’s thought, </div><div>guide this night within. </div>indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-44635045505294696512011-03-05T18:52:00.000-08:002011-03-05T18:53:42.308-08:00the first Taiwanese poem of 2011<span class="Apple-style-span" >low-cost undertakings establish the daily necessities of life -<br /><br />general merchandise<br />wholesale chain-like circuit recruits<br />enterprise partner –<br />which various counties have a mind to manage.<br /><br />Historically, the most simple becoming-rich pattern<br />so long as you want<br />becomes simple, guaranteed<br />as turns the rich man,<br />so turns the rich man.<br /><br />Ultra low undertaking thresholds!<br />Share several hundred types of human spirit daily necessities!<br />The most simple becoming-rich pattern<br />has nothing to do with booming –<br />every kind is the source of income fund assets.<br />The experience<br />the team<br />the product<br />the marketing, prepared for you<br /><br />Did not need the fund completely<br />did not need to exempt the experience<br />did not need to store up goods –<br />you should become the high salary race.</span>indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-71821511357966473062011-03-05T18:18:00.000-08:002011-03-05T18:45:40.157-08:00the last Taiwanese poem of 2010<style type="text/css"> p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Garamond} span.s1 {letter-spacing: 0.0px} span.s2 {font: 13.0px Garamond; letter-spacing: 0.0px} </style> <p class="p1"></p><p class="p1">The use appeal thing can,</p><p class="p1">given enough time forward moving,</p><p class="p1">improve the sexual affection quality</p><p class="p1"> </p><p class="p1">"attendant versatile female assigns special-purpose good"</p><p class="p1"><br /></p><p class="p1">the lifelike second child:</p><p class="p1">this commodity often renews</p><p class="p1">for diverse consumer choice –</p><p class="p1">to pull the bead,</p><p class="p1">to gasify the baby superiorly</p><p class="p1"> </p><p class="p1">for consumer choice diversity</p><p class="p1">the commodity often renews </p><p></p>indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-13276780187363536122009-11-03T19:27:00.000-08:002009-11-03T19:28:57.395-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisZWgHRDOe99oRrD3NwUF_8sGGLU4Ln7fIYHWDPilVYbZie56DWgvJzSYnK9Xhm1toquFY7KNJFZivSTYl9o5rPWQYuK_guRyiOPU9rT6d81980ucOUiWbmDciSGJPLDs4FNRtMGjE6iNo/s1600-h/R+Crumb+Quadroon+smaller.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisZWgHRDOe99oRrD3NwUF_8sGGLU4Ln7fIYHWDPilVYbZie56DWgvJzSYnK9Xhm1toquFY7KNJFZivSTYl9o5rPWQYuK_guRyiOPU9rT6d81980ucOUiWbmDciSGJPLDs4FNRtMGjE6iNo/s320/R+Crumb+Quadroon+smaller.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400085130171870562" /></a>indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-24361361149006843302009-11-03T19:26:00.000-08:002009-11-03T19:27:43.016-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhabuzy600gCQlfUWZl7GqDTZy9f9Cwmv5ir77M24r0ksB75q0FeqtSudU0YpkuglRMVGpKVYzjrOty9kDsnr5d1VTvLa7sny_6kCxKW7SLnmSRkyEtLwsqZUCm3DiDnEh0qZ7-0Zh30DfW/s1600-h/Captain+Pissgums+smaller.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhabuzy600gCQlfUWZl7GqDTZy9f9Cwmv5ir77M24r0ksB75q0FeqtSudU0YpkuglRMVGpKVYzjrOty9kDsnr5d1VTvLa7sny_6kCxKW7SLnmSRkyEtLwsqZUCm3DiDnEh0qZ7-0Zh30DfW/s400/Captain+Pissgums+smaller.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400084830744605330" /></a>indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-68579011984630788812009-05-26T09:26:00.000-07:002009-05-26T09:57:43.154-07:00Mac Low, Eigner, Weiner, Howe, CoolidgeJackson Mac Low had some things to tell me in his poetry. In 'Dances' there is life in movement and motion. There are unders and overs. Things happen. His quote from the intro made sense as a guiding principle when writing poetry: "avoid the intrusions of the author as ego (and to foreground language as such)."<br />'Trope Market' - luscious word play. Musical, complex, ending with a jazz drum beat. And '59th Light' is lovely. Is the ending inconsistent with the rest of the piece? Well, if I'm being picky I guess it is, but that doesn't mean it's inappropriate. I liked the poem, nonetheless.<br />Then there comes the 'Twenties.' Meh. Spaces are the absence of meaning.<br /><br />Eigner has done some nice things. I like his back story, his condition of existence, because he lives his own constraint. What he writes is a presenting without insisting.<br /><br />Weiner and Howe, and even the venerated Clark Coolidge left me cold. The anthology presents all works as important by virtue of being collected. So I wish to regard them with appropriate reverence. But their aim is not true, in my case. I loosed their arrows at my perceptions, and they all missed. Should specific disparagements be asked for, I will supply them.<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-11640364220287671302009-04-28T21:49:00.000-07:002009-04-28T21:59:43.774-07:00for Greta<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">warm tea in the huge mug</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">in the sun</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">by the garden</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>bees regard me</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>as one more flower</span></span></div></span>indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-7027212852730021182009-04-28T21:40:00.000-07:002009-04-28T21:49:18.923-07:00straddling the cat condolisten, smile, concur<div>observe indulgences</div><div>decline with reluctance</div><div>now is not the time to mention unspoken lasciviousness</div><div>or point out minor tragedies -missed opportunities-</div><div>not the time for fact-based observances</div><div>not the time to horn in on other drug deals</div><div>while this one goes down</div><div><br /></div><div>time to listen</div><div>to assent with exclamations</div><div>to smile</div><div>to leave</div>indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-47952615030788696022009-04-28T21:35:00.000-07:002009-04-28T21:39:57.614-07:00enable<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">lips lightly compressed</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">she wants you to think of a smile</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">you think of toes clenching</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">bitten nails</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">you compress your lips</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">showing personhood complicity</span></span></p>indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-87453366229407289892009-04-28T21:09:00.000-07:002009-04-28T21:35:33.630-07:00only connect<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">The slave device has a matte finish</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">When connected, it serves the motherboard</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Six hundred eighty thousand monkeys </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">with typewriters capable of typing only 0 and 1</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">could do the work</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">given the time</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">The server has one for the motherboard</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">The server is cold, alone in a room -</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">the server has a tendency to get overheated</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">The motherboard controls the server</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">has zero for the server</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">The UPS delivers what the motherboard needs</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">The cloud is not controlled by the motherboard</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">There is the option of joining the cloud</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">The slave device and the server interface</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">The slave device follows the server's lead</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">The server follows the path of least resistance</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">The motherboard loses relevance, gains redundance</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">The cloud includes the slave device through the server</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">The server fulfills its purpose</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">The motherboard harbors minor inconsistencies</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">The slave device has a matte finish</span></p>indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-76743657487393840112009-04-28T21:08:00.000-07:002009-04-28T21:09:48.708-07:00'Fall Storm Brewing' at the Downtowne<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pen and phone and pad of paper.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">the three remain silent.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Jerry's son helps him negotiate the floor space.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Jerry is pleased to be here, anywhere.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">"One more day above ground," Larry says to Jerry.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">the sketchy one skulks</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">into the restroom, locks it.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">later, he leaves.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ultrafine particulates of his business linger</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">this guy squeezes his honey</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">swirls her around and around -</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">she falls into his cup of tea </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as expected</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">coffee</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">eventually</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">cancels contentment.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">(one used mug in a clean bus tub)</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">outside, everything is happening at once</span></p>indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-50358504225320983672009-04-21T08:31:00.000-07:002009-04-21T09:10:49.196-07:00WR 441 post #2: The ObjectivistsReznikoff - spare, plain, when not autobiographical. I felt Stevens' thirteen ways when reading 'Epitaphs' and '[I Walk through the Lonely Marsh].' These compact morsels of poetry make my brain happy. Reznikoff's Objectivism feels humane, human. <div>'[On Brooklyn Bridge I Saw a Man Drop Dead.]' is first in the anthology. I had just read the intro, which pins Reznikoff squarely to his Brooklyn upbringing. I read it with a New York accent, and it fit so well. Not mocking, but as an enhancement. It works with several of the poems, as if Mr. Reznikoff were reading. Then there is 'Holocaust.' It shocks sensibilities, and it employs the Objectivist ethos most particularly. It is only the thing, the actuality of cruelty (I nearly wrote <i>human</i> cruelty, but remembered we are the only animals who practice it). No adornment of sentiment, no self. And then, as a balancing-out, I wish to acknowledge '[It Had Long Been Dark . . .' as beautiful, even lyrical, true. Still Objectivist, which is a remarkable achievement. It feels so personal, yet is observationally removed. I'd like to do that with what I write. Mostly I don't.</div>indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-54880344262078487932009-04-19T20:57:00.000-07:002009-04-19T22:37:12.580-07:00First 441 post: Moore, H.D., Stevens, PoundMarianne Moore's poems contain the delight in language I have. Sound and meaning competing for primary attention. My fave is "To A Snail," because Moore finds a cross-connecting vector between human motivation and the motive acts of the humble snail. Talk about compression - in this one small poem Moore touches on virtues, principles, values, and a snail's absence of feet. "The curious phenomenon of your occipital horn," I mean, come on - that ought to tickle your frontal lobes as much as mine. <div>I freely admit to skipping right over the longer works, like "An Octopus," because quite frankly I have a butt-load of poetry to catch up on. Same goes for the other poets' work in this grouping. But I had to make time for "What Are Years?" I am at a curious, transformative time in my life. My compatriots at University are, most of them, less than half my age - vivid reminders of how time flies: "This is mortality, / this is eternity." I chose to read this poem as both an acknowledgement of aging, and a refutation of death as cessation. Given world enough, and time, I might tackle the long poems of Moore and the others. Now, though, my available time demands compression.</div><div><br /></div><div>I enjoyed H.D. as poet. Not so much as 'prose' writer, when I read "The Gift." She is redeemed in my nasty, brutish, short memory, starting with "Garden." What I discerned from the Norton introduction to her work is brought forth in this poem - implication as a source of poetic energy. There is an implied narrator, whom I see prostrate beneath a shade tree, immobilized by a windless, hot day. "If I could stir / I could break a tree - I could break you." There is immense energy in that cranky lassitude, a resentment of the rose and its beauty, a swift and merciless and transitory hate that we all have felt from time to time. The last stanza is more imploring, asking for the wind to "Cut the heat - / plough through it, / turning it on either side / of your path." The hate for the rose is completely gone, and only relief from the heat is sought. Next-favorite of H.D.'s assembled work is "Fragment Sixty-Eight," which is another one prickly with strong emotions. I am not sure what she meant by "chance of death," for which the narrator is envious. We readers are free to imply whatever makes the most sense to each of us. But I take away the section that starts with line 53 as describing thunderstruck love, which I have experienced. I hope to again, despite the "chance blinding frenzy" that will ensue. And there is "Epitaph," which is so life-affirming even as it describes a wish for remembrance after death. "She died soliciting / illicit fervour" is a grand epitaph to emulate.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ezra Pound intimidates, by way of standing astride the canon of Modern poetry like the Colossus of Rhodes. His work, his influence on behalf of other great poets and writers, even his latter descent into Fascist ravings render him more human than human. So I must huddle in his shadow, curled around a bite-sized poem I can enjoy, called "The Temperaments." It is base, gossipy (according to the footnote); it opens the sinuses with its frankness, especially by 1917 standards. And it is revealing of one of the basic paradoxes in human behavior - the public face bears no resemblance to the private person. I did not try to hack my way through the thicket of mythological references in "The Cantos." It would be a joyless task for me, an Ironman marathon,with only its cessation the reward.</div><div>Pound writes like I think I do, sometimes. I felt that when reading "The Rest." His choice of syllables, his rhythm, is in tune with mine. He is more forceful in what he seeks to convey. But there are resonances. "You of the finer sense, / Broken against false knowledge, / You who can know at first hand, / Hated, shut in, mistrusted:" makes sense to me in the syncopation and syntax. I do not boast, I'm just happy to feel the writerly kinship.</div><div><br /></div><div>I love Wallace Stevens' "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird." Is it okay of I say it's just so cool, so fucking great, inspiring? Well, it is, for its spare construction, for its bold nonconformity, its staggering meter. And a blackbird is so evocative, of mystery and magic and death. "It was evening all afternoon" rocks my world. So does "I was of three minds, / Like a tree / In which there are three blackbirds." These thirteen ways are like Zen koans, or Rumi when he's not in love with a person or a god. This poem shows Stevens extending the Romantic tradition, as the Norton introduction describes it, by expecting us to believe willingly in the fiction. I love any work, written or visual or aural, that asks 'What is the world?' and 'What is imagination?' Wallace answers buy using each to illustrate the other. </div><div>There is pleasure, too, in reading Stevens aloud. I read "Domination of Black," but low and quiet because a roommate was nearby. It suited the work, which is kind of like a campfire story. It is lovely to speak this poem. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-75193733210548941742009-02-15T23:31:00.000-08:002009-02-15T23:39:21.405-08:00Ginger the waitressHeavy pop steel and I don't care,<br />'cause talking gnostic makes John say,<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Don't incorporate me </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">in that manifesto broadside!</span><br />Modify that stance, man, intones Ginger,<br />extending one arm no akimbo<br /><br />slap tang \ gnostic offering,<br />winnowing out slang touchpads;<br />Ginger the waitress makes all the witless payindolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-26564792875490695082009-02-15T21:59:00.000-08:002009-02-15T22:08:18.300-08:00monument valleyIt's high time we chase<br />nickel-sweet warblers<br />into chasms opening -<br />fell swoops of them will clatter us<br />a charnel tune for dancing.<br />We chase the whole flocking lot<br />into yawning voids echoing,<br />noting in passing certain patterns<br />long ago reticulated beneath our feet,<br />for leading the unready to unembodied<br />shuffling in a cloddish clumping.<br /><br />The stir of willow branches downcast<br />above unfortunates who dance,<br />and above dancers and among branches<br />zip unchastened birds, marking<br />dizzy flight lines<br />in four dimensions.indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-34398906393080138142009-02-15T21:55:00.000-08:002009-02-15T21:59:31.306-08:00irasciblethe high whining cry<br />of filthy notions brought to light:<br />Hey, skinny nose! Bring fresh rattlers<br />to the crib, willya?<br /><br />On, slowly on drift dead skin cells,<br />giving credence to entropy.<br />What else should go wrong?indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-17921438289974955082009-02-08T22:30:00.000-08:002009-02-08T22:31:04.992-08:00from Jocelyn's Corner @ filthyrichmond.com<div class="post hentry"> <a name="7216211226478010741"></a> <h3 class="post-title entry-title"> <a href="http://www.filthyrichmond.com/2009/01/lets-annoy-conservatives.html">Let's annoy conservatives!</a> </h3> <div class="post-body entry-content"> Conservatives, for the most part, are taking this presidency change well. They've shown restraint, patience, and even a touch of class. Now that America is united once more, it's time for us to piss all over these stupid bastards! So I've thought up a few clever ideas for establishing our liberal dominance once again!<br /><br />A good way to start is with their families. Use your access as a teacher or babysitter to teach their kids to talk like rappers and intellectuals. Turn their daughter into a lesbian, a communist, or a single mom. Laugh at their son because he sucks at basketball. If possible, document and report on the youthful indiscretions of their entire family.<br /><br />The conservatives I know work hard for what they've got. So they'll hate it when you vandalize things in the planned suburban development where they live. Or when you drink up all their delicious cranberry juice. Or throw runny chili all over their nice clean khaki pants. You can add insult to injury by scratching the hell out of their Bonneville with an SOS pad.<br /><br />Sooner or later, these fools will begin to bitch about things that happen during the Obama presidency. When they do, remind them how this country was founded by liberals and drunks. Accuse them of being anti-American traitors. Tell them to leave if they don't like it, or better yet, to go start their own country.<br /><br />At that point we should turn the screws. Take away their guns, booze, and softcore pornography. Appoint Marion Barry to the position of Drug Czar. Put gays in charge of the military. Bitch-slap Pat Robertson until his head implodes. Produce a prime time documentary which proves that stem cells could have been used to cure the ills of their heroes, Heston and Reagan.<br /><br />The most important way to get at them is to punish them for the crimes of their political affiliation. So take the time to explain to them how their beliefs are ignorant and false. Install a dope garden in their basement and report them to the Feds. Dose them with LSD & force them to look right in the face of the cold, shallow life that they've led. Then break their voting hand with a meat tenderizing mallet. </div></div>indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-77501958520736734792009-02-08T21:50:00.000-08:002009-02-08T21:53:07.721-08:00<span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;">elusive elation</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">where no one can wait but for waiting lies some singing </span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">faking</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">a sound landing rifles through her cosseted fixative;</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">swerve to save the one living </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">I came charging into it</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">felt the damp delicate touch at the fringe </span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">later wondered why I stopped -</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">there being so so much in and all around –</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">I stopped being, chose pretending,</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">lost touch</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">found reason</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">cold crutch for a crippled man</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">that swerve to save the impish id</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">that swerve knocked all loose</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">save one scientific crumb clutched tight</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">more than one perfect moment lies</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">pale, desaturated, preserved </span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">untouched</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">resubscribed to at this time, and that one,</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">and again -</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">knowing another way</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">into it</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">is allowed,</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">is salvation;</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">another way in</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">besides reason</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">embodies terrifying joy - </span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"> - where is my fitness to tear open the thickening forbearance</span>indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-5330106385339749832009-01-09T10:58:00.000-08:002009-01-11T16:53:02.429-08:00Ladies and Gentlemen, It's Naugahyde Chihuahuas!~from an assignment for Dr. Nash's Advanced Composition~<br /><br />We are now in the long senescence of the rock and roll revolution. Some will measure the start of the revolution from the mid-Fifties, when Chuck Berry cracked popular music open along racial and musical lines. Others see a massive shift in popular music culture provoked by The Beatles. The latter group may be more correct, especially when the subject of rock and roll band names is considered. Prior to The Beatles there were few music groups with fabricated names. The mashing together of Beat, the name given to late-fifties counter-culturalists in coffee houses wearing berets and listening to folk music, and Beetles, an homage to Buddy Holly and the Crickets, is credited to John Lennon. Building on that clever wordplay, the vast array of band names accumulated in the past few decades is astounding. The intent of the names chosen is varied. The three largest categories of band names in English language popular music are those meant to frighten, those meant to be absurd and those derived from other bands’ songs.<br /> The frightening band names tend to be affixed to groups in the realm of metal and punk. It is reasonable to assume a band with a name like Day-Glo Abortions will not be performing a Brandenburg Concerto. How does such a provocative name come to be? “A promoter gave them an entire case of "Day-Glo" brand spray paint to promote their next show with. The band decided their name would be DAY GLO + ‘whatever word was used the most in tomorrow's paper.’ The next day's paper had a huge story about a prominent doctor caught performing abortions. The rest is history” (Heathenworld). Many names in this classification fly in the face of conventional sexual mores. The bands want your reaction to their name. A case in point are the Revolting Cocks. Part of the hierarchy of frightening monikers includes how the names are derived. In the Cocks case, their name was “thought up in an all night drinking/drug binge at the Wax Trax Records office” (Heathenworld). If the actual creative process is not interesting enough, the band name will evoke a wry, or<br />cynical, or horrifying take on human behavior. The band Ed Gein’s Car refers to a demented killer and necrophiliac of the Fifties, whose car “was on display at Wisconsin State Fairs for a few years [. . .] after he was caught” (Heathenworld). The band name choice is doubly provoking, due to the extreme nature of Mr. Gein’s activities, and the for-profit displaying of the car he used to haul his victims. Dead Kennedys, a punk band, chose their name not to mock the assassinated Kennedy brothers, but as a commentary on the death of the American dream (DanFalco). Either way, the intended offense or provocation gets attention.<br /> Humor is another effective way to get the attention of the music buying populace. Absurd or nonsense band names abound in popular music genres. Archers of Loaf and Toad the Wet Sprocket are two fairly successful bands. Both names mean absolutely nothing. yet they tickle our imagination with the assemblage of words. Other bands will most certainly not grace the stage at the Grammys, nor do they expect to. No, we will not see Admiral Poopy Pants and His Dancing Teeth accepting an award. It is safe to assume the same for Hornets Attack Victor Mature, Once I Killed a Gopher With a Stick, or Jehovah’s Witness Protection Program (Funny Band Names). The people who go to see these bands know it will be a jolly, ironic night. You do not go to a venue featuring Gee That's A Large Beetle I Wonder If It's Poisonous with the expectation there will be hummable tunes resonating in your head afterward. These bands flout their ironic detachment even as they seek acceptance and approval.<br /> If humor and horror do not reflect a band’s ethos, there is another well-used division. Many music groups borrow from their revered counterparts, using other band’s song titles as their names. Those that do so tend to be a bit more serious about their craft. The Rolling Stones took their name from the Muddy Waters song “Rolling Stone,” Radiohead took their name from Talking Heads’ song “Radio Head,” and Simple Minds found inspiration for their name from a lyric in David Bowie’s “Jean Genie” (DanFalco). Simple Minds wisely shed their original band name of Johnny and the Self Abusers. Judas Priest, a heavy metal band, made an interesting reach across musical genres, choosing their name from Bob Dylan’s “The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest.”<br /> In all the vast panoply of music group names, the unifying principle over the decades since The Beatles endures. Grab attention, and do so in a cool, self-deprecating, or intentionally off-putting way. Choosing a band name based on absurdity, fright, or humor will get a band noticed. Discerning the presence of actual talent behind names like Happy Mondays, Porcupine Tree or The Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black is a wonderful adventure for fans of live music, and risk-takers who fill their iPods through iTunes purchases. It depends on whether the listener is moved by murder, Monty Python or the reflected glory of other established music groups.indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-88392839435559839922009-01-04T22:18:00.000-08:002009-01-04T22:23:00.953-08:00what it's like in rural Oregon<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">In winter, the fall leaves became like cooked spinach,</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">all limp and squishy. Felicia trudged across them to offer quinoa to her llama</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">who had been grouchy lately. The presentation of food was at a gate in the hedgerow,</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">a porous portion of the barrier. Felicia stopped to apply lotion</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">to her chapped hands. Earlier, she had indulged in a frenzy</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">of dishwashing prior to the return of her partner, now three days overdue.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Today he would be back. Felicia would not nag about the overdue</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">return of her partner, would instead welcome him with a dinner of squab, red potatoes, spinach</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">fresh from the garden, a bottle of zinfandel, and a frenzy </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">of hungry, yearning lovemaking. The grouchy llama</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">was already at the gate, looking glum. Felicia put the lotion</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">in the pocket of her sheepskin overcoat, noticed tiny birds flitting about in the hedgerow.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Its age and height made the hedgerow</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">strong enough for the gate to be supported by it. Felicia knew it was overdue</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">for a disciplined trimming. That could wait for spring. The lotion</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">fell from her pocket as Felicia searched for a fresh cluster of spinach</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">leaves she had stuffed into her pants pocket to give the llama.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">At the gate, the animal pressed eagerly forward, and commenced an eating frenzy.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Dust on the shelves and bric-a-brac, mud on the floor - Felicia gave in to a frenzy</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">of last-minute cleaning. Outside, from the hedgerow</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">came the sounds of tiny birds screeching madly. The llama</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">was nowhere to be seen. Truly, Felicia’s concern that the dusting was overdue</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">showed how nervous she was. She stopped when she realized the spinach</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">had not been washed. Perversely, she rubbed her hands with more lotion.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Felicia had stopped in the doorway between the dining room and the kitchen. Lotion</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">squirted from tube to hand. Felicia gripped the flat end of the tube in her teeth. In a frenzy</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">of rubbing and slathering her hands, she slowly approached the counter where the fresh spinach</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">lay. Unaware of her actions, she stared out the window at the hedgerow.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">The birds appeared to be in combat with one another, as if their existence was overdue</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">for a brutal culling of the flock. Quinoa lay beyond the gate. No sign of the llama.<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Ignoring the tube in her teeth and the task before her, Felicia realized she need to give the llama</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">another antibiotic today. With a shudder she came back to herself, and began to wash lotion</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">from her hands. It dawned on her that she was very keyed up. Maybe she was overdue</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">for a little time away. It seemed there was little letup from the frenzy</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">of tending to the house, and the garden, and there was that overgrown hedgerow.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Her hands now free of moisturizer, Felicia began to wash and prepare the spinach.<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Now Frank was home, no longer overdue, and Felicia has gotten the antibiotic into the llama.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Frank was pleased with the spinach (Felicia thought she detected the flavor of the lotion).</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Strangely, the bird frenzy had continued for hours, out in the overgrown hedgerow.</span></span>indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-71406074229901393992009-01-03T18:03:00.001-08:002009-01-03T18:03:35.357-08:00for Laceythe heart is a lacy hunter<br />serene, cradling velvet and tiny barbs<br />nonverbal chakra chime warm, deep<br />now here, righteous, calling by beingindolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-41009489441204686302009-01-03T16:23:00.000-08:002009-01-03T16:39:23.948-08:00reverential rituals<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQcUQ4F5ntp-7Nwf4hOmXLhK5VYnOf0ZdOXGTJaIEGww-ZLrO30X-ssJb8lDex0CKO3qI6KqiIvlDI80f4F-TDmDvXlrGEJAy_atGcjSDrvAVH_uCEVlvv1E0soYQAERd9jHMbtoj8890z/s1600-h/2931+small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQcUQ4F5ntp-7Nwf4hOmXLhK5VYnOf0ZdOXGTJaIEGww-ZLrO30X-ssJb8lDex0CKO3qI6KqiIvlDI80f4F-TDmDvXlrGEJAy_atGcjSDrvAVH_uCEVlvv1E0soYQAERd9jHMbtoj8890z/s320/2931+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287231680956639058" border="0" /></a><br />I walked my first labyrinth on New Year's Day. My thoughts stayed near the surface - the Planned Parenthood Teen Theatre performance I'd videotaped there, a date with L. to see Swami Beyondananda. Several people seemed to have more profound experiences, or at least to display physical representations of spiritual heaviness.<br /><br />I got there right after a hike in the woods, still in hiking gear. It was easy for me to equate my hike with what was going on there at the Unitarian Center. My labyrinth is a trail in the Ashland watershed. Toothpick, Cat Walk, Caterpillar, Hell Trail, the trail to the reservoir, the BTI loop, all have meaning to my soul. I go to one of them nearly every weekend. It is good for me, I recommend it for you.indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-64464419800853237112008-12-31T20:25:00.000-08:002008-12-31T20:26:46.765-08:00Gertrude Stein messed with my mind. . .and this is what came out.<br /><br /><br /><br />Near where dwells Althea<br /><br />In chartreuse repose the sward reclaims serenity,<br />Chopped and walked when serenity is minority,<br />sprayed, and glistens for enforced uniformity.<br /><br />Holes through, edges not edges, and a seeing overlapping<br />light over lighter and dark.<br />There is a curve, there is up and over, and a circle right,<br />flash round flash square and so on.<br />A smooth paleness broken, a way in or out up over there.<br />This is now a red smooth moving, this is now a blue/pink moving, and<br />orange is encourage.<br /><br />Undulant topography entreats inward notions outward,<br />discouraging discouragement of unhindered leaps only for leaping.<br /><br />Not to go over is now. Not to stay is not noted.<br />Welcomed not welcoming, and the surface is not everything it seems.<br />That one gives to the surface without thought. Not thinking is doing,<br />not thinking does no thing no thing says waiting.<br /><br />There is now warm pressing. There is now warm pressing and black shoe.<br />There is now formulated flower and relief from regret. There is now<br />movement before dropping and floating. There is droning.<br />There is now droning and burning. No droning no burning<br />circulating returning.<br /><br />Now be now for some time beyond delineation, for languid insistence<br />on a tensile moment redolent with purloined ardor for when, and then.<br /><br />A striation tells of stopping growing, a smooth shapeness<br />which is different diving, a reach, a branch, a relaxed reaching,<br />a trigger which is a vibration, anticipation, cadmium light<br />in pressing warm circles.indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-87319183262014177072008-12-30T19:35:00.001-08:002009-01-04T20:28:31.909-08:00Strip Poker SorrowWe started playing and it wasn't long before Diane lost a load of sadness and decided to cash in her bra. She slowly removed her black bra to reveal her unhappiness, which due to the fact she'd put a little bit of misery on had grown to a D cup. After that I got low on despondency so decided to cash my regret in, before Suzie had to remove her bra to show off her amazing milky depression. The game then see-sawed a bit before Tara went on a despair streak and was forced to remove her bra, to show off a nice pair of D's and shortly after her thong to reveal her desolation and a little landing strip that led to it. Suzie lost next and removed her dejection to show off her silky smooth shaved wretchedness; Diane was next and slowly untied her gloom to show her neatly trimmed dolefulness.<br /><br />Shortly after Tara ran out of gloom and so was out, the next hand I lost and was forced to take off my melancholy so the three girls could see my nine inch woe. Diane lost the last of her heartache shortly after to leave it between Suzie and grief. I was lagging behind her a bit, so when I realised I could put together a flush I went all in, Suzie called me and to my sorrow revealed she had a full house. I lay down on the floor and soon felt the first girl lowering herself down onto my trouble. I flicked my tongue at her difficulty, and then delved into her problem, I could tell instantly from the failure it was Diane, but continued to lick her adversity until she got off me.<br /><br />The next girl quickly crouched over my face, I couldn't tell who it was from the misery this time, but whoever it was was very woeful, I licked her affliction all over trying to figure out who it was, the other girls must be covering her trial, as I couldn't even hear her moan to give me a clue. I suddenly realised as she got off me that there was no tribulation around her misfortune, so it must have been Suzie! Finally the last girl crouched over me, I knew it was Tara, so just enjoyed licking her pain, her setback was sweeter than the other two's and I was quite disappointed when she got off her tragedy.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">For those who wonder, this was for an assignment in Kasey's class. It is "erotic" writing found on the internets, with the saucy words replaced by thesaurus-searched synonyms for "sorrow."</span>indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558065939954717460.post-21162590342249235922008-12-30T17:55:00.000-08:002008-12-30T17:59:00.826-08:00Conceptually Transformed Into . . .<span style="font-weight: bold;">Prime rate</span><br /><br /><br />Foreclosed, the Joneses’ house exhales defeat.<br />Abandoned expectations.<br />Only good times, only upward mobility,<br />only another low introductory rate, only rewarding deeper debt,<br />only this time the cards<br />do no favors<br />for Bill and Elaine.<br /><br />Not favoring a dream containing<br />ATVs, SUVs, big TVs,<br />nor Elaine’s mood elevators, the pills<br />that kept the monstrous anxieties at bay, kept the razor<br />from the wrist<br />and shriveled life’s joy, now expendable,<br />because there’s just no living life when it turns on you.<br />It figures.<br /><br />The Joneses aren’t together now –<br />Bill’s in Seattle working graveyard, Elaine lives with Steve, and his kids,<br />and her kids,<br />and Steve’s boats.indolent mendicanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03790478338626770937noreply@blogger.com0