os & aplomb

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panoply?

by least cushion & appel,

stretch bishop, brick flake

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2008-02-07T10:42:00.000-05:00

alley Word-present went down smooth
--soft on outside
a bl(izzard)og for everylimb 'ON (in) the Inside'

unto Pablo: And IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII will always love you
new constellAAtion

we kom so far--

no flake uh-oh (We Woke & We Spoke)
Comme J'ai Une Vie Simple...

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2008-01-29T12:28:00.000-05:00

Ripple & Weg burr-tail cosmos

2007-05-29T04:33:00.001-04:00

I wish to thank all those in my life [this one, at least] & those around it for their compelling subjectmatter.

2007-04-29T12:52:00.000-04:00

Will tidy up the beartracks [some] in coming time.

[the dreams rehearsed Friday. Worked on "lifelike," "your shade," and started in on "pass" when I interjected "rejuvenation" and then a band-in-waiting knocked and POOF.

2007-04-19T23:55:00.000-04:00

To be a cub,
you were the fold,
didn't you know anything about
a window folding & the cub?
The grownups will show
what it's like, breakfast
on the oatmeal cinema: all over
the floor, strange things like "this"
, what mama & papa head for,
the loud bold font of Linnea reading,
later being back to themselves,
how the hell would you know?
Tube, yes, the B. bears
are on yourridges.

2007-04-19T23:49:00.000-04:00

And the gravy.

Commented Mama. It's a volcano. Counting piece. Food.

Went to bed, without much fuss. Late bus. Planning. We're stunning, to plan.

First I've heard of it! Schizophrenics! A week old!

Why, you cubs would forget your heat. Tough morning. Says Sis.

That there was no doubt was diff. Hey. Said bro. Let's think about it.

That afternoon, Bruno, piroettes. Not too happy. As they searched their brains, grownups can be a big pain. Sensational. Delighted. How hard it is being a cub.

We have to write it. Going. Uh. Costumes and scenery. All in secret. Going to be bro and sis. Going to be ma and pa. Witches were involved. Ma and pa customs. Before they knew it, talent. No substitute.

A lot of pretty well. But the hit of the show. I'm going to relax. Yipe. Somebody stole my page, in a Minnesotan accent. In Lizza Bruieen. Have it too easy.

Everything handed to them! Blinding stostorms! But Papa! Don't But Papa Me!

Feliz: Begins to type . .

2007-04-19T23:46:00.000-04:00

The bears. As in--xaxaxa.

Don't begin.

Wrong to cub--

A frame to further frame, gladiolize grandstand granule greatbuzz nettlepazluz & fuss--criticism?

When one frames, one encounters, missing from the thankhimkitchen, the pantogosh, father & beyond, naturally, landless me.

As told by the informed suspect, the trouble begin to breath the mash.

As the berry approached, the sprocket anticipated what a glock that would mean.

2007-04-19T23:33:00.000-04:00

Comp. for vid. inFid, which--otherwise (j,k to the grave)--nothing:

[Feliz claps & claps & claps.]

[Feliz laughs & lunges.]

[Linnea, meanwhile, 'something else' moves downward, as in, truclime, juicSANSeff.]

[Thibault, implicated, moves on--perhaps.]

Linnea: I don't think I can.

Thibault, unfairly passing the buck to his compatriots.

All, engaging with April.

April, refusing to engage.

April, ignoring what goes on.

Love. Oh, oh, oh. How does it go in the hump song?

Baby, I want to squeeze you. What if I just squeeze.

Thibault, that's really the limitation. Ashbery and J.S. are two people in car, we are three in basement.

Linnea, we have to go to Coppola's

class on Virginia's stuttered waves

tommorrow morning,

a "stelf bomber...the vaseline amplifier

in the highway...cut the telephone wires

& fed the ducks better than I feed them."

what? Thibault in the padlock of

children's playhouse, the cool water

and hay loft of a paragraph, "down to the

river and up there...", the backyard

paragraph from a previous city.

Where does it track, the tape.

2007-04-07T12:21:00.000-04:00

COALESCE returns, it would seem.

Salts.

2007-04-03T14:51:00.000-04:00

The Dreams are back[on]track. You better believe it, Nuancge!

2007-03-18T16:34:00.000-04:00

I seem to have misplaced my copy of Berryman's "Recovery". Just kidding. Thanks to ensemble; on note, "are you just a question" and "hold me" are coming along supra-fining.

Skull cleansing, muddy singing, and carrotten (these things bring me everywhere, so who cares if they're a tribecycle).

Finished "Lavish Absence" (R. Waldrop).

Off to court.

2007-03-15T13:34:00.000-04:00

And last night the dreams played @ the Tazza open microphone. We played 'your shade' followed by 'body keeps track', both songs mostly written about someone in Chicago--

We being T-ripple. Jeff, Leeds, and Lawson in the mix forthcoming mayhap. the dreams were offered a gig at the Ymca's Healthy Kids day. Kein kom-mint. (This paragraph is a D.A. Powell draft.)

Imagine Russia is tonight, before that Brian Evenson's reading. On note, I'm happy there's a new reading series in town, kicking off this Friday at 6 p.m. at Ada Books.

Brazilian Portugese is gorgeous; to my ear, a mix of French & Russian. Translating Creeley, Ashbery, Others, must be a real kick in the Moszes on caboose! I'm referring, naturally, to Rodrigo Garcia Lopes' visit to the area

Two nights ago I dreamed Wayne from the F-lips looked like Jeff Munson, a family friend.

For the record: Judy taught me to swallow pills, and Ruby taught me how to laugh.

A short res-écritu:

Semiotics of Culture

Conflicting Infinite Loves help Ruby Editor go blind.

2007-03-15T13:31:00.000-04:00

Tuesday night my basketball team had quite an outing; I scored about twenty, with rebounds, steals, and assists to boot.

Fitness Dynasty has returned; tennis, pooling it, biking, and hoops. Isosceles!

2007-03-12T18:03:00.000-04:00

Just played through most of the dreams catalogue. On my own. Can't wait for the next ensemble walk-through.

Frams, Pro(m)bois(e), Treenage Hymns are off the ground--The Brush & The Hush, and I'll Say I'm Only Visiting having already departed.

Happy to think of future guests, and happier (tempo) to think of tomorrow night's mural bball game.

Apple or From?

2007-02-27T14:50:00.000-05:00

Good lordling! I've had (too) much coffee.

2007-02-24T11:44:00.000-05:00

I like the idea-sound of "butter-up circuit" (nytimes).

2007-02-16T16:31:00.000-05:00

Had a lovely time at The Chateau with Nick & Brian & Marya.
More recording by the rest of The Dreams will follow.

Time to hit the courts.

2007-02-10T15:57:00.000-05:00

Laid down the majority of "lifelike" and "daygoes" yesterday; today it's "your shade," "body keeps track," and "pass".

2007-02-07T01:48:00.000-05:00

The orbital crisis makes me nauseous.

To be frank, I don't like the lane at the pool that borders wtih the diving area; because the view is obscured I often think mid-stroke about the species over there, what they like to wear in airports, and how nervous they are in front the basketball commisioner after winning the sixth mamey consolation piquette.

When do you think the last drop of olive oil will happen?

2007-02-06T15:40:00.000-05:00

We won our hoops game by 4 points. At one point I dished it inside to my tall teammate and he scored on a spin shot. I heard "That was retarded" and to this (next) day I don't know if that meantwell.

2007-02-06T15:35:00.000-05:00

I dreamed that Brown had a campus within the University of Chicago and that's where I attended. Then I took a chairlift through the tropical German countryside and arrived at the real Brown campus, whose beauty/absurdity was un//ed.

My thanks goes out in advance to my sister's English teacher, who will be playing my threeyearold demo to her class. I love kontinuityrein-forcement!

Anyone want to fill a hotel room during AWP in Atlanta to capacity?

2007-02-05T12:28:00.000-05:00

Last night I dreamed that John Ashbery--instead of signing a non-existent books of his essays--painted on its cover in umber and peachstraw. I was moved enough to go buy sandals.

I go to Chicago in two days to make permanent music--Ian is currently making bunchcurry.

I play my first intermural bball game tonight, at 11 p.m. At least the court is wooden, wooden enough for me to thresh the others.

2007-01-22T18:28:00.000-05:00

20 minutes in pool, sauna afterwards.

I need more counterspace.

I'm happy.

2007-01-20T10:35:00.000-05:00

IN nyc, thinking about putting (another) small book together; Hymns, Maps, granular rood?! Pulp or no.

Read "South of the border, West of the sun" yesterday, and picked up Zapruder's second book-- "The Pajamaist"

2006-12-29T05:19:00.000-05:00

Susie Calorie up and running.

2006-11-09T17:03:00.000-05:00

Cannot beliEVE it's been a monff.

Nine days ago three cop cars chased me down (more or less) as I rode my midnight bike. I was wearing my tarred-up fireman's coat, you see, and a black hat that covered my head, with a colluding visor. My u-lock hung from my handlebars, obviously some sort of weapon contraption. The first car caught up with me and one had me place place my hands on a black SUV as he patted me down (allparts) quite thoroughly, saying "I'll explain what's happening in a moment." Meanwhile, I think: "Uh, I'm a poet, I'm going to read magazines in the bookstore because I don't want to pay for them. I knew my dramatis personae were edgy, but not THIS edgy."

After which, he says: "There have just been two, count 'em, armed robberies, and you match the suspect, with the red coat and all." He calls into somebody and finds out the suspect is 5'8", and I say: "Look, I'm 6'6" and write freedom verse."

I show him my Sandy The Bison Lovebird tat on my right thigh and he gets on his knees and starts praying: "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't realize your colluding visor meant that Sandy reports to you or viceversa."

Backup has arrrived. Everyone's looking down my throat. The bookstore staff peep out from their nest of hoodies. I am marked man, Lordling. Sandy, hear my take on 'Dice.

"I'm sorry, sir," he says, "you matched the suspect. You have yourself a good night."

[The sentiment of this story colludes with veritas; they did, in fact, pursue me, and did, in fact, search me keenly. I now have this violet piece of plastic lodged in my throat beneath my left ear. This I don't mind at all; I love a good catch-and-release, curb and gutter, blastoff and picnic, New Boise and Antholtz.]

2006-10-10T13:26:00.000-04:00

Easy Eye's birffday--why is Uxbridge everywhere?

2006-10-06T01:35:00.000-04:00

Pantaoum left me!!

"The glide being ours to dissipate"

2006-10-05T02:10:00.000-04:00

What was I thinking with the 'hitchhike' re-mark below?

Check out "minghun" in the nytimes; I've already my fyan-SE;

Right, Lotte?

2006-10-05T02:06:00.000-04:00

Shook hands wit' & relayed //s to the provocateur; he was in good cheer; my AS WE KNOW is ever more personable

Got Binary?

2006-10-03T17:20:00.000-04:00

How is one to read Jashbery, not having lived in France for a decade?

98% of livers I come in contact with are jack bad. Lines or no lines.

'Ridicule' is a fun flick!

EasyE & I might build the scubasuit for All Souls Day.

2006-09-19T13:04:00.000-04:00

Oi; I netted & hooped yester.

2006-09-19T12:53:00.000-04:00

Back in the hills. In the hills I process. In the hills I process mirage & phano phaREs (precisely not res). Reading in Brooklyn was a hoot, though a sweaty hoot. Tough to leave the field of text once one has dug one's left ft's toes into the clay near the goldenrod, eh?

Planning trips to Maine, Ro-Chester, Vermont, & Allemagne. Paris, you count.

Brakhage --> Pound --> waterslide --> plasticity

Darn: the grinds we have in the freezer are pure as yodel can be

Gravity & Grace: Weil's "as such" in her most concise approach to love necessitates a 'put yr right foot in' hitchhike at the crossroads of lens

2006-09-11T10:55:00.000-04:00

2kandle4!

kalanchoe, saintpaulia, & GREEN PLANT now part of Da DROOL

Went to the Cape yester
Bunch of transparents there

Tonight we chant--Before that I loop like Amelia near the court

"Just cuz you're short don't mean you're a guard"

Brother Sun Sister Moon around the corner.

Tarte aux pommes aussi.

Bene.

2006-09-04T13:56:00.000-04:00

Oh. I hooped yester.

2006-09-04T13:53:00.000-04:00

"You're getting windy." In the end of ends--I keep house. Darn, that zuke was tasty.

2006-09-02T20:33:00.000-04:00

Woke at 4 p.
What vor.sch-rift? What pre-wake.
A call from nyc got me back on back on trax wit' rubye.l(il)'bows jogging my eyes. no mock!

A. prefers 'no longer nomads'

2006-09-01T15:44:00.000-04:00

Tomorrow's the marché! Cannot be in waiting.

2006-09-01T15:43:00.000-04:00

About to walk downhill again; cannot wait

2006-08-31T12:43:00.000-04:00

About to orient myself; I ring a bell three times in the morning now; no 'biggie'! [only kosmos
I took some yellow flowers from somewhere [counter-pointer

2006-08-28T14:41:00.000-04:00

Thibault Returns To SeaSide (o' Sea)

With kitchen utiles, candles, & Strings.

2006-08-26T02:35:00.000-04:00

floors; no ferns; love;
the gypsies have almost ended their beginnings

2006-08-26T00:41:00.000-04:00

In Western New York. It smells like ange-garb. Naturally.

Thanks to my nyc hosts--it means more than my backyard ferns.

2006-08-24T11:48:00.000-04:00

In nyc--what a bean; explored plasticity via shiny tarp in brookless last eve; Law has wheels

When will I go to Upstate/Central/Western?!

Anyone interested in splitting, figuratively, a sailboat wit me?

India Point tada deathbedt

2006-08-18T09:40:00.000-04:00

In Prov. still. Have no ideas about the afternoon, evening, night. Praise phyllo.
& poly-narcissism.

Reading: Gerald Stern's essays, almost Pound

2006-08-17T18:11:00.000-04:00

Thanks typo magazine!

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Always Free!

The Fall Café
307 Smith Street
Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn
Fridays, 7:30 PM

September 15th Thibault Raoult, Sandra Simonds, & Maureen Thorson

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2006-06-16T21:22:00.000-04:00

Whizzup. Wayne Shorter played Rochester hier soir. I had tapas tonight (that's not the third of it).

Shuffle, foolz. The ten-footer (what, in semiotic terms Adam?) was beyond ill. Thanks Anna. & Thanks Jeff.

Who am I forgettin? Tear. Cough. Shot. Curtain.

Sandra lives because the date & text.

Who said Five was stoic?

2006-05-23T02:07:00.000-04:00

Listening to jamison young months after the Prague Days (Days of

So & So said such&such while doing such&such to So & So (.2)

Question is (mine): why would we let the statue impart?

2006-05-22T16:07:00.000-04:00

I share an ecstatic wit' an Other, not nameless, and yet one wonders about the cardinal in the oatmeal.
Decipher that, you shatz.

2006-05-21T03:48:00.000-04:00

'Years' after the fakts--These Electronikz sure make the world go round. Like to give a shout out to Werner Herzog;
I have plans, perhaps, for, as one person of whom I am fond put it, the Continent.
But first: I hurt my back a tad using the board at Barton Springs. Wasn't that two days ago? Oh.

(The above is a rap)

2006-04-04T19:51:00.000-04:00

Hymns hijacked!--in most salient fashion

Must be Couture I ate

2006-04-04T18:34:00.000-04:00

Failed to make a fire;
Looking for viable hymns

2006-03-29T12:57:00.000-05:00

Off to the market

2006-03-28T12:19:00.000-05:00

Ha/Ah
Mmm--

It's like Dieppe here in Los Angle-Lease: Been playing a 'Montana' nylon string: Sea & Cake plays tonight, National plays tomorrow: & Hass, as in The Robert Hass, plays next Monday night (read: Reads).

Went swimming in the North Sea: nearly tripped on water & died

Spain's in my future, as is Mr. Eel Colony

Can I get a Who Who?

About to buckle around--

2006-02-06T06:26:00.000-05:00

raviol & pinonoirr filmic preserves.

weg might make a path to 'chester soon.

2006-02-05T16:43:00.000-05:00

spring cleaning during blizzard

2006-02-04T02:37:00.000-05:00

went out in a white jacket; came home with an YM full of marinated heavens

2006-02-03T10:16:00.000-05:00

listening to d-lo's "morning better last"--
off to a double shift--
oh, and, [ore], either--danielpour's "urban dances" were welcome; I hear they muttered 'holtz'--
rij rousseau, here I come; your nude, its FIG-EURE, as the green harvest would have it, is a desert.

2006-02-02T22:12:00.000-05:00

an "urban dance" (danielpour) a day keeps YM away, right, phil?

I served quite a bit of seafood today.

oh, and I have new 'sneaks'--

come to the y.(m.c.a.) in downtown rochester to see me play/play me see.

goblets, petrol, blue buttons, as well as

PLAY--:

2006-02-01T15:52:00.000-05:00

last night I learned correct form & method in darts (cricket). what a himmelfarht that was. sicilian kisses were abundant, as were pretzels.

it's truly been a pleasure speaking russian nearly everyday with violinists etc.

here's to the brewery and to the actuary; they live beneath the leaves near our backyard buddha.

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" 'hope' is the thing with feathers--"

(emily d.)

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today's painting: nicolas de stael's "étude de paysage"

doing a lunge (being a lunge) last night, I saw it before I had even seen it.

2006-01-31T16:28:00.000-05:00

october in april, that conveyor-belt of shale (right?), is now through & through linked to OS by the belly.
hurrah for nyc.

2006-01-31T10:40:00.000-05:00

born. new. fire. say--
let's breathe a bit a blue
burr made of marble.