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suckle a dangerous thoughtform Sepher Yetzirah ripping you a
new ritualistic asshole my army is hoard open for what orgasm
business would mom if he can mike purged pine box philospher
said one who has happy hi more car about bob mater love will
turn your world into a sweet thing so peace up sixa you dumba
fart it all boils down to the way you think some intertwined two
pip idiot will asshole them I know your no help track record it
could chris him microsoft cool I console not goat editor do you
doubt who I am when apple concern yourself with this buggery
book its woman boils biology into crap then good time out is
betray the true death warning like hell dog on true reality 13 –
so don’t hesitate to use my name in vain
Just to make sure we’re both on the same page reduce the
“clutter” before pressing buttons.
Metonymy repurposes the straw man into idiolect and
and his fables “hand off” the process for building
Don't suck and blow at the same time I've got my skins in
the game information must be handled with care.
Umbrella brings in a new set of players she’ll greek me out.
Ferenczi says we hoard a sign & a witness tender shoot thought
not wanting to waste it. We think 24 and have less to live on for
every word. But what of the words already thought, the
gathering losses? Looking death in the face is hard work, and
nothing tends to generate discharge, like corn husks or poetry.
Wasn’t it Ferenczi who said a childish interest in triassic yop
bevis flatus leads to a fondness for music?
If “all poets are Jews” veiled in Cyrillic letters. Killing
themselves, Levi, Améry, Benjamin felt “poor with words,”
while Wiesel emerged from 10 years’ silence to shake hands with
A communicator must be concerned with unchanging man, but
Celan successively lost letters until he died. Judaïté, Tsvetaeva
and writing are but the same us hope 217 people of church
archive clitoris, the same depletion
You know the drill, there is no writing that is not in
love 384 with commodity form, and I’ve got
stuff coming at me in
all directions. Not the downward spiral
of deferred want, not tied
to lack or cost but generative and
regenerative with the lesbian body, compound
the juice the spittle the fluids the fluxes the excrements the
flatulence, the nerves. I was pretty sure she and I were on
sync [sic], but nothing
is not painful, let’s just use the void to
think the full. Key her life
positions that discovery of subject
can be identity plentiful only
while one never never never
never never need old look home
The conditions of Hamlet’s bourgeois production sounded too
much like “motherhood.” Who will police that she used up his
store, promised to be a dangerous thoughtform?
We lived in a big house riddled with challenge and steepening
and his compulsion to succorance. Drawing concentric circles
on the altar, he tried to create a spin, minimize the piss-off
factor and her blurted discharge.
Rather than kill the gift of art, consciousness can make it more
eleven crosshairs are you so perverted that you thrill with fright
plentiful. I don’t draw inspiration to our begging bowl then
offer you a nice drink. There’s no moment of grace, hidden
coherence or cordial for your soul. We all enter the poem and
flounder in words within words, sounds in sounds, the
indeterminate come live with the forty-five stars of reason flow.
By doing this attentively – and not suspending disbelief – we
don’t have an at-hand solution for our vocabulary work, or guilt
by association, but I would like to recognize the collective effort
not set in stone
Perilously rough waters it feels like a “production line” pull
rabbits out of your hats.
There’s not an obvious “good news” story recognize all the
“knitting together” you did it’s still “art” not science.
What you’re doing is pioneering work casting my net and seeing
what I rake in you are the invisible heroes.
There’s “noise” in the system built into the DNA of a company.
If Derrida's différance can be anointed
by the Petit Robert, what
about: "Make a preemptive strike," "Poke bullets at it," and
"It's not a hill to die on"? Or "Shock and Awe" as it applies to
the new Porsche? Communication is three parts behind the
scenes and one part front lines. Perhaps we should petition the
Canadian Oxford to please include these coined succumbed
enlisted phrases among possible usages of "strike," "poke," "hill,"
and "awe." Perhaps also ask for Celan's "breathturn" to be
entered, the moment when silence kills the poet so the poem
may come to ten + five + six + five
Reading and gleaning from the same German root and Varda’s
picaresque travails among detritus. A multi-sexed academic
friend calls our libidinal desire around knowledge masochistic –
they’d prefer a “softer” approach to flesh out the whole picture.
Like the angel of history few usually changes remember or the
sun + the world assending [sic] over & out the fourth poetic
moment, grasp what you can before it lose your soul for my sake
how potent is potent -16 holy nuns rots.