contemplated

the southernmost suicide
just cuz i liked the sound of the
words watching the girl smile frozen
as dad took so long to focus i thought
an alien invasion had come and taken
over while we all stopped what we
were doing hard balancing on a
onespeed bike till the fucking
picture finally was taken and she said dad
comeON dad are you done i thought
it might be the southernmost aging process
kicking in which was pretty funny
so the feeling passed like the salt
wave breaking and warming in
little pools on the concrete walk
but when i got back to the hotel
they'd kicked me outta my room
so that set me back a few notches

almodovar

man the guy loops through themes, no? play within a play, reality blurring, toss in fake boobs, death, transexuals, rain, odd old ladies...
anyway a few nights ago i saw mala educacion ( i was the only person in the theatre! )
and i just found this plot implausible. i just didn't buy it. i mean, what was the motivation? having a brother like that in a small village? might have been sufficiently humiliating but i didn't get that strength of conviction from his portrayal. hmm.
still, i'm glad i saw it. anyway i have to think about it more. sometimes things i question at first creep up on me.

cycling on back/ weaning from the teat of many colours

not only are they markers
they are magic. making the mark
that magus made wise
a crackling hedonistic
scented fruity a bouquet partly mine, child
now i question the wisdom of encouraging our youth
to sniff aromatic OH! ketone and ambient benzene ring
but hell, it was the 70's, we were all supposed
to be dead by now. or rich. or something AND
there was a war that made no sense to us but none
really do, do they?
those war things
over there
funny it's the major sniffers making foreign
policy now with their stood up, grew up
and started killing again like field fallow turnover
i love human nature in the colours of the rainblown fallout
from oranges and lemons those bells of saints
drawn on the floor prone belly down like entrenched soldiers that were nothing more than
kids
themselves

picture piece read aloud

he bellied up
to the piano
and barked out found words
that had been printed on the backs of found women
broken words sharded so cut glass in the palatine tonsil
and sometimes he paused in further fragmentation
when the room got too taught and air fell smooth
around the edge of the pages

the audience enraptured ( or dead )
shifted only slightly in breaking
a silence with crinkled
vinyl from the heated
thigh peeling away
and daring not to order drinks till intermission
which came too fast anyway although
he really enjoyed the feel of
cold beer washing the room
down his throat
sated
finally

latte

this cafe does great latte
surrounded by chickens
hallucinating that they
are giving birth
like humans

contrast

so this screen may be small but it does a totally mean white on black with a definition that cusps on sexual...of course, you can't see it...
bye
have fun tomorrow
i will

a warning most textual

no pics two weeks

oh ma gawd

there is a fawlin
and it ain't spirITu awl
it's carnal and breathy with
prickli consequence

process

i post
i revise
i revise
i think
i read i
realize
i'm verbose

saw

shortbus
a lot of fucking
a happy ending, i guess(?).
i smiled the last 15 min anyway
if only life could be so luverly...

the stem cell diner

juiced a litul brizzy H2O
a most short stay
AGHAST tall tale
heart i'm sorry for
betraying slim wrists

and pocketsful of fragments
a shame a joy a death
every white corpuscle
bigcity street[e]scape small
not my brave soul to come back for the fearful day

carbon grounNd
slash
and the girls run through
where the bostonian boys wanna know
gals where can we go, you know, for the real city?
young enough to be my belly dancing soapscum
around the middlestain
from tuscany, northern ontario
with neil young's mother coming on the radio asking the boys
where to go,
you know, for the real city...

and at this little joie de vivre
in the oasis of the treaty
72 hours till cell death
bottled water costing more than the
GNP of the future, i took the visceral turn
and the girl said how dare you drink alcohol in here
i said no, my vessel's water
the pretty bevelled detail
of the iv container
and the central line aching in the chest
even though it was only observing
i felt a litul pain 2
for the brave
and i like his smile

not a billion

no
first a coffee! :truly critico
then list should i write?
but half a million things
takes a long time to write
then
i would not have time to perform
the tasks upon the list
would i, thus making the writing of said list a complete waste of
*TELEPHONE* whoops said i would do that yes i have already wasted much time
and shit
why wasn't that other thing done
i hate delegating acts when the delegees don't perform...
i did say call, i did say
*shit*
okay time to go do my COFFEE was really hoping for a fun call but this call is important too yes i did make a promise, . call. coffee. list. kick ass, i don't WANT to, although i can. kick that is...ask might work better, beg, plead? no. too pathetic, quite common in the wurkwhirl, trying to squeeze an elephant thru the eye of a booking clerk...*shit* still no coffee, nobody there, i've left 3 messages already, how many more should i leave before it becomes absurd, although the stakes are high so one has to just forgo feeling personally idiotic and sqeak like that wheel, blahblah, oh platitudes now?try sad cliche, this is getting sorry *TELEPHONE*: upstart critico
dangerously close to the cup falling off the counter and
smashing
and just walking away
like those people who just show up in the park 5 days later with mussy hair and burrs, a glazed look talking about forest rangers and alienabductions...

time for a new shirt

i'd like a shirt to go with all the rest of the outfit
too much love sewed in the pockets of the jacket
for a whole new wardrobe wouldn' t feel right
it would pull at that whole new drawer space. just
would like it soft, with extra long arms and buttons
pearly smooth of course certainly not
black,
maybe dun or
paleblu,
did i mention soft?
it can be second hand or third even, mended is fine
just as long as it fits and holds me
in darkness, and is washable no ironing needed

come sunday

we will know the path
of the middle digit forward
placed precise balancing abeam
with a coffee in the hand
extra hot
the stream rises bubble brew
the boy has his father's eyes
and his YMCA card.
we stand in the doorway till the rain abates

aground

who said
i
do
scandalously viewed prior to an event chain protraction

some time passes
truth is borne from
days gone by
soundless

with a neon green aura
pistol whipped cream in parkland
public

my monitor x3

stop the carnage!

i really really want zOtl not to kill his monsterbabies. they are so lovely.
seeee:
says z?tl:
oh, some of this shit is SO WRONG!
says ericdee:
come on it's fuckin great!



> joy-joy <

i went to buy reloaded tickets
for the 10:00 or 10:45 preshows,
they were sold 0ut & there were
peeps already in lines waiting
to get into the theaters, this
is 5pm, i go to a guy & i say,
dood, you must be plugged in to
be able to wait 5 hours to get

in the first day, he looked at
me like i was decor, in fact,
i don't even think he looked up
from the book he was reading,
he just smirked storkily & then
smiled like there were no q's
and no a's, only choices, i just
went and bought a 24 can kitty

food, sliced, all meat kinds &
i was thinking about kitty heaven
& i was thinking that if you do
wanna make friends with me, i'll
be your pet panther, it'll pretty
much be that kind of pet-owner
relationship, you'd have your thin
yellow thread around my neck and

i will purr so loudly for you
that your brains will jump from
their sockets with pleasure, my
eyes would flare with green & my
silky black coat will be so soft
that you will lose yourself in
it and forget all about sealy
postrupedic technology, i would

definitely be that pet if you
had it in you to respect me for
what i am, then i was thinking
about other people dreaming your
dreams for you, it's never good
enough where other frameworks
impose their measurements on you,
if you're poor, they want you to

get a job, get off your ass, try
harder, if you're rich, you must
be abusing the poor, you must be
jaded, if you are prolific, you
must not have a life, if you're
happy, you could be happier if
you let go, if you let go, you
probably let go of the wrong

thing, there's this other thing
you have to learn to let go first,
if you're in the rat race, you
should relax, if you run a 10K,
you should go for a marathon,
if you're a couch potato, why
aren't you out playing ball, you
always have to be eggsactly

elsewhere in order to make them
happy, if you aim to make them
all happy, then you will be
miserable, if you can't control
it & you worry about it, then
you can't sleep at night, then
you're a fool, if you can't
control anything, you have to

cut for you can control your
own pain or pull the trigger
for you can control your own
death, i bet dead people go
round & round talking about
themselves like they're living,
how do you define nothing when
matter once created cannot

wrap itself around it? what
the fuck are you people talking
about? i get a high every day
just by staring into the sun
& glancing at the cloud formation
and you're walkin around trying
to provide happiness for me?
it is because of my happiness

that i get judged & labeled,
would you try to understand?

telephone issues today

as stepping forward

then springing sideways
oncoming train
of thought
hiding under the cover when the noise hit
WALL
what a shouting

strangely protecting the neck seems to comfort with large swatches of flowing coloured village history wrapped around the body forging rivulets of acid cuts shallow in parts deeper in others where it sat pooled and we swam laughing holding hands till fall came to take it screaming

a visit with the
elders
nodding
looking at each other silent
they shall talk after we are gone

this should be great

i would go if i could but i can't. darn

NYC Mon Nov 27
the lyricist's voice
stevin merritt
with
ron moody

i just love stevin merritt

put the girl O

so i can jazz
around
small plane
3 seatbelts

zOtl gets us in the holiday mood

i might have mentioned
this before, i might have
not, but who sat next to
me at the x'mas party
celebration this year you'd
never guess. fockin' jesus.

he said his name was hayzooz,
but i promptly asked him for
his driver's license and
busted his ass for trying to
avoid the responsibility.
jesus can still dance like a

muthafucka.i said: sweet
jeezooz, holy mother of (one)
god, she taught you to move!
i like to see old people
enjoy new faces, even if for
only short periods of time.

*note: if you are offended
by this, slap yourself cold
a bunch of times and don't
lodge a complaint with the
man, he likes compliments
on his moves & you'll lose.

only the anal

just called
are u around? i'llbethereinabouteightminutesokay bye

the expulsion cartel

i failed the test so miserably
he said but you were supposed to
say this not that and i knew
after when i heard it that yes
that is what i would have wanted
to hear and i knew intrinsically
that every single thing he said
was absolutely right and in fact
even though i knew the truth
lying there actually warm and
vulnerable it was inevitable so
that i said the wrong thing stored
in the pocket dumped out with
the ticket stubs of previous
performances historical
perspective a few early curtain
calls i have always done poorly
oral examinations a form of
impropriety when the gun is
rats overboard lifeboating
so i am not sure why it's always
surprising to presume that
love should be any different


and damn if it doesn't fall like dominican
monks who apparently are very ordered
and the only one left standing is the
one who can marry my bearfoot and
i'll even change the lettering for a warrior
should i find a block of such density to
kindle the scorch of our hands and deep
kindle the hope because i'm nothing if not
hopeful and nothing if not dogged although
in some circles there is a much more
sinister term for the unrelenting
pursuit of making a better attempt
at finding a few words lost in a stack
of discarded library books carved
initials in the skin of eyelids closed
a much safer place but too empty
and the last fire burned clip bright
that the retinal flash isn't healing rub
a soon wound ventricle in ocean salt
and put the truth on the table maybe
next time explain the terrible permission
but it wasn't abuse but i guess it was
inversion of love weeping external

if
i end

vox pacis didn't
hold my
tight
arms uncontrolled

speak
i shall
listen

i think i know this guy...

not the artist
the guy holding
the record...
(it isn't me!)
i know nothing
much about music
but a few bits
here and around
...but this made
me smile

it's from a music link.
curved-air.com

" The following is a list of the tags used at curved-air.com, colored and 'weighed' in relation to their relative usage.acid agitation free aktuala Alrune Rod ambient Amon Düül II art ensemble of chicago ash ra temple avant garde barton mclean bennie maupin besombes billy wooten brazilian carla bley cellutron & the invisibles chilliwack cluster code iii compilation composer compost dom dzyan ecm eddie fisher egg electronic ensemble al salaam exmagma experimental faust fluence flying lizards folk Food Brain fourth way freddie hubbard freejazz french funk funk inc. fusion gary burton gilbert artman grancher gylan kain harmonia harumi heldon herbie hancock hermeto ilhan mimaroglu indiana jade warrior jazz jim orourke jk & co john bender kain krautrock lalo shifrin lard free last poets marc moulin moolah mort garson mwandishi naptown afro jazz quintet Neu new age new wave niagara nww list osmosis pataphonie paternoster paul bley paul horn pesnyary pierrot lunaire placebo pole Popol Vuh priscilla mclean prog progressive psych richard pinhas robin kenyatta rock russian schulze shares sharity shelly manne shuichi ponta murakami siloah soul spoken word steve birchall synth tape terry riley verto wayne shorter WFMU wolfgang dauner world xhol caravan "


it's a fun site
pretty too.
unfortunately
this blog vehicle
does not do it
justice. go look.

please don't

who's house is this?

how so how see

and now for something...

listening to this now
pretty good bjorky sorty










you know how that goes


here's
a not bad article on
a dead band

i think i'm getting seduced

and losing...

c'est

voxx

lazy

good
curlD
chowder day
trampoline night

filtr

oddly contractual spiritually untethered

( )ounge ( )izard?

the death of the poem! ( no shit, eh? )
okay, that is the one...
damn, it doesn't link. you know way too much about computers.
i had a great day today by the way. totally fun time ( for real )
working with ink. nice. not ( )ink

a zOtl poetrix NOT? captured

before the boy wipes them out ( oh but you shouldn't! )

8?~*

> thug on papah <
apparently it is a mortal
offense to try it. but the
bonus round makes it all
worthwhile, neh? signed,
makavelli by proxy...!)

dem wuds

i thought one word
then it appeared
the word i thought
POING
within seconds
someone else said it and fuck if it wasn't my word
not that it was my word it was just a word simple he had 2 more words though
i was just thinking
nice
cuz it was

dem wuds two

subwayed sneeze
cover your mouth
in public courtesy

( i wish i'd had a camera! )

) o h2O o(

somewhere i must tread carefully

like sugar in sun stuck to a surface

redux unfold

hand held

waist
buckletied into a future thrust thu an arid 63 below filled with large silver tube gone memorysweat tasting to past like a bitten lip
gifts of love circles paperbirdsong / slingsidethrown kisses 2
the hands must be kept intrinsic / pockets extrinsic
yell through wire statipunch<:::: : :::: [ guard the holded
lightning word written far found \ sang phoenix snug
also please note the 2 emergency \ exits located directly behind the wings on either side of the aircraft our captain and crew would like to thank you for flying with us today and we invite you sit back relax and have a very pleasant journey cabin crew prepare doors for cross check

=

magic!

so what do you see in the ophelia series?
these images show the amazingly subversive power of the mind
creating image where there is none
which do you like?
i will show you tomorrow where they came from...this is SO cool...

ophelia's regret

ophelia's contemplation

until then...

okay to view this one the best please strap yourself( comfortably of course ) to the right hand wall of the room you are sitting in, YES, over there...you can see it, with a nice unobstructed view of the screen, someone will be by shortly to take your order and suppy fresh peanuts, and turn you head so as to make it a nice long vertical work...yeah, now isn't that a lot better? i know! i just can't get the blogbrain to do this...not yet anyway. there iS a way, but it involves, god! SCANNING and printing, and i'm out of coloured ink, whinewhine. sorry this isn't a show, it's a blog. so. you get what you get. in some life however this is going to go the right way.

it's all about location

=

speaking of poptarts

grossest non food ever thought up in the history of non food

gNOMz i

gNOMz iIi

gNOMz iIiIi

and not to worry

paranoia is kept firmly in check by reality consistently coming up with something much more twisted than my little mind could possibly fabricate...

quickdraw looping guilt by dissociation

.

fl aw i

.

11114444888----*//87

6-3.

uck su

proyal

;

jab

4is always a woman he said

and 7is a man

.

that was news to me

OH THAT'S ODD

the post disapppeared! ( yes, i do have a chatter at this point! )
p.p.p.
power.paranoia poptar.
pilgrimplacation [T[goes aboveV
plantainpregnancy. enjoyyournewpoliceuniform
parted.plagueplay
..predictable.likeprogramming

okay, how freakish
sentience
4 a whild.key.chile
or just damned fine monitoring...
even better still for the electrical plug voiceovers in the crowd

______________________
sweetparanoiadreams 2 u 2

spaces?

actually i am amazed they let you space inbetween words

let the nom dropping begin

she left home

during the night

her trusty hulahoop

night blindness

pssst
is there a
picture here?

you know

putting stuff into this blog format is a bit like throwing a bunch of colours into the wash
weird wordblotches come out all over the place
pink on the whites
green, what the hell was green
random, but for some odd rules of entropy
and unlike the Gods. without a direction of wrath
sea swell
and a bit frustrating, at that...

scale barren

makes me think of a few years back

last minute group show
she didn't know it was my work
EW! i DON'T LIKE THIS AT ALL!
quite amusing
yup, it's kinda like that
.
we're all different said the cat
and on that note he walked off

i
took a bath

dead poetry submissions?

Canadian Book Publishers with copyrights are invited to submit a selection of 3 poems from poets who die in the current year along with year of birth and death. Subject line in email should read "DEAD POETS SUBMISSION".
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The Publisher's note on format:I believe poets create a poem with certain definite spacing requirements and line breaks. They do this to give emphasis where they believe it’s needed. I plan on keeping that integrity to some degree. However, I do not believe a good poem requires over-exaggerated indenting or misalignment in order to convey its meaning. Read aloud, a poem should not leave the listener wondering what he or she has missed. I don’t like off-beat spellings or visual acrobatics either, but I thoroughly believe in poetic licence. The format of the poems submitted may altered to suit the design standard of the magazine as a whole.
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hee hee hee hee
........

but for the landing gear