March 07, 2008
Oh, Haven’t You Heard?
Michael Haeflinger
I’ve done cartwheels over subway cars,
spotted rashes on pocketed handkerchiefs,
tanned the daylight, ground
the sky into manure / I’ve
lit the match on the wood end,
forced it through the bottom
of the candle, pedaled
with my hands, steered with my nose
and fell over, once into a streetsign,
once, a guitar broke
my fall / I’ve coasted the Brown Line
hanging on a lawn chair, ate
at a dinner table on the S42,
brought a van load from Cincy
to D-Town to Illinoise to Leipzig
to Berlin and I could unload six more /
I’ve put more quarters in jukeboxes
than Fountain Square, burned
twenty-four hours with the blink
of somebody else’s eye,
ridden a horse backwards
into town, gave up on mountains
but reconsidered ocean,
chopsticked public parks, pierced
hundreds of unpopable eggs, dirt
sledded over calendar pages, broke
bones to pass time, I’ve crept across
traffic faster than others walked /
stopped myself with calves,
went over the bar at people
walking by, counted all
the ankles in the world, twice,
spanked the lunch
out of a dog, pushed a cat
around while sleeping,
played the same song twice,
used lots of names in vain /
I’ve made omelets of couch
cushions and mints / I’ve unscrewed
the light bulbs in the sun
and shook them for signs of life /
I’ve cleaned my fingernails
with ink, black
and blue / let it be heard /
let it be heard, o! /
let it be heard
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
February 29, 2008
Load-Out in the Rain (outtake from I'm Having Some Shape-Shifting Problems)
Chris Toll
A budget analyst
cleats the blues
and pleats the lies
that dress the pie chart
who plots to murder me.
My shopping mall
stands on a bridge
and studies the heedless river.
Three chords knock me down
and three chords pick me up.
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Get the chapbook I'm Having Some Shape-Shifting Problems below.
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
Chris Toll Mini-Chap: I'm Having Some Shape-Shifting Problems
We've quietly published a little chapbook series ("big package, mini chaps") for a couple years now... They're self-binding books made from one sheet of paper with this "folded eight" technique that's downright magic. We always wanted to share them on the web -- but couldn't find a way to give proper instruction. Hopefully the below is a start. Without further ado, snag yourself Chris Toll's great chap from the link. Print. Fold. Enjoy. Note: Turn off the "fit to margins" setting (if your machine defaults to that) when you print it out... or it will fold all wrong. Speaking of which: |  |
How To Make Chris Toll's Book at Home
We'll start rolling out the back catalog soon... so look out for chaps and mini-comics from Greg Fuchs, Dan Nester, and more.
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
Sirois Book Launch Reading in Baltimore
Come celebrate the release of homme de Narrow House Justin Sirois' new book, Secondary Sound, at the i.e. reading series this Saturday (March 1) where he'll read with a couple Rock Heals faves -- Gina Myers and Ken Rumble.
Here's a link to the i.e. reading series site for more info.
Here's a link to buy the book at Target(!) because we love that you can buy Secondary Sound from Target... but you should probably go to the publisher's site for it (BlazeVox) and follow it's link to Amazon. Then Geoffrey will get a cut(?) and use the dough to put out more great books.
Here's a blurb on Justin's book -- take that search engines!
An absurdist media firm hires a pirate to “create the most alluring ringtone known to man” – while the author takes a secondary role as this digital scallywag plunders and pillages his way through the book’s vexing text messages. Presumably the first manuscript of both poems and fiction to be licensed with creative commons, Secondary Sound questions the legal limits of electronic sampling, asks why zombies and pirates are so in vogue, and pushes the limits of poetry (and hopefully makes it fun again).
&nbps;
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
February 21, 2008
On Top of Spaghetti
not by Lisa Jarnot
Oh, turkey machines
Beside small Detroit.
Oh, three squirrels
Like turkeys I love you.
Okay, I’ll _______
On the _________
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
Right-Away
not by Lisa Jarnot
James Joyce-shaped reverence
would pigeons hedgehogs chocolate climb
yarn and purple
At mile upturned
near spectacles lifting
up birds rounded
my material murmurs
Joi de human day
I hosted possums
Francais is under pass unleashed
if it is black.
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
The God of Possibilities
not by Lisa Jarnot
That eater bandying:
First do right
First set things
First know people
Then see right.
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
January 30, 2008
from Can't Schematic
Sara Mumolo
Mayan calendar,
2012.
III
Us, freaking a snake
procedural cliffs.
Lighthouse, whose man noises
with math, ease persistence.
Expired models, our magnitude tufts
a puffin apprehensive to dive.
Take our wing-beat cadence
file its pause under animals of sea.
Quality leisured
in just being of real-time
Our plumage loses
luster in air-spaces of temporal bone.
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
January 23, 2008
Weighted Down by the River
Dustin Williamson
pocket observations poke cherub
we sink the shore to take bath in blight
skimming oars over sunken cars
spent allowance on busted kites
the language we leave to serve as constant
the math we use to remind of dream failure
bitter pillow borrows black water
not cartoon w/ cartoon pirates but canteen w/ real cola
torn color w/ fades insecure cicadas
rub energy run faithful kept flowing clover flower
over fake superpowers still sore from using
pulled spokes from wheel replaced w/ solid ego
ideas discussed call back into void
where we came from & toward which we go
w/ the egg that grew into an outlaw
out from a bosom better known as two tits
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
Friends w/Free Medicine
Dustin Williamson
I just have to look at you, brinking on & off,
looking through glassed eyes
at various gasses rising from specific locations
along the East River, which I'm riding over
or was sometime ago
repeating my diction w/ a different syntax,
a caper in mind & you in mind w/ it.
I'd like to exhaust your experiences
before moving on & having to consider my own,
which are exhausting in their lack of experience,
as in I've done very little worthy
of committing to the memory of a paper trail
or a string of email correspondences
made w/ friends made out of convenience
who have briefly made you happy,
or at last less un-happy w/ brevity
& our contributions toward it
mostly not faking my way through us
and our horribly human take on things.
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
January 16, 2008
from Lips of the Cherubim
Joey Cashiola
SEPTEMBER 7 2005
1437
meanwhile
sirens are heard
a schoolyard of asthmatic kids in uniform
somewhere near the highway
just below a billboard in south chicago
singing carefree spanish
in their eyes occupied hopscotch
Posted by Rock Heals at 08:00 AM
GHOSTORIES.
Richard Kostelanetz
FOUND.
STRATAGEM.
LANGUAGES.
BLOWOUT.
MADHOUSE.
WHAT.
CALCULATE.
WHOSE?
DEIFY.
CLEAN.
CLEAN.
SOMETHING.
STINKS.
WORTHY?
WEARY.
DISTILL.
THERE.
PLASTICS.
RESIST.
CONJUNCTION.
DONE.
FUCKING.
GOLFING.
REALLY.
Posted by Rock Heals at 08:00 AM
Saturday 9/16/06
**set 5, song 1 (Megan and John)
Megan McShea and John Eaton
our splendid hooves rush through
alleys after distant scrimages
rose up big ladders basted
over fi res to the twinkling
of the whole tribe skinning
imaginary whales.
the ’copters blades come off
beneath the twisted fragment
I can see a top 40 hit
too many parades like damage
Ape fog quiet and green
a tea frog ate its apples
grinning and long, hoarded
by rats in cat suits
Stand my corpse in a sun
it’s alto food it
shimmers
are we done?
I can never get enough salt either
through romania
out of gash and stinking
too many guns to name
Posted by Rock Heals at 08:00 AM
December 13, 2007
Events and happenings
Chris Nealon
The system was breaking down
Even in Germany the system was breaking down
The system was breaking down: since then they have got rid of the House of Lords
His “superficial collection of data” led him to believe the system was breaking down
The system was breaking down after only 5 days
If the system was breaking down I could’ve gone back to the drawing board
The report highlighted four key areas where the system was breaking down
Perhaps knowing that the system was breaking down would encourage
parents to ensure their children studied math at home
I sensed that the system was breaking down when a border guard sauntered over to
the open train window to ask for a cigarette
It had to be determined where the system was breaking down and why
We had a terrible feeling that the system was breaking down
The system was breaking down and we were lost in the maelstrom
The system was breaking down (which the mathematical theory says must happen)
They still weren't acknowledging the system was breaking down, not to mention
screwing people over and having them banned for life on LIVE, look it up!
Heartfelt cries for a “ministry of truth” were heard from places where the system was
breaking down
By the Age of Fragmentation, the system was
breaking down
That the system was breaking down was not even "news"
The system was breaking down, crashing down all over the place
He became President, and quickly did their bidding, because the system was
breaking down
The predictive power of the system was breaking down
And here we thought the system was breaking down!
Today the system was breaking down. There was a crowd here
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
December 05, 2007
Working Definition of Man
Changming Yuan
They enjoy covering their ideas, feelings, actions, words as well as their body parts with various garments; they evolve by inventing new weapons to kill their own species; they eat each other without spitting out the bones; they run after fame and wealth besides sex and food; and they tell lies, often saying what they never mean to say, and meaning what they never say they mean.
They show interest in truth, beauty and good; they are self sufficient, capable of producing food and music; they can smile and love; they try to cage those most ferocious among themselves; and they accumulate knowledge as well as material.
They have created money as well as gods…
Posted by Rock Heals at 09:00 AM
Spectrum of Sensations
Changming Yuan
in the kaleidoscope of human life:
duo, rei, mi, fa, suo, lao, ti, duo
red, blue, black, white, purple, green, yellow
sour, sweet, bitter, hot, salty, puckery, greasy
wet, dry, soft, hard, smooth, sharp, cold
fresh, fragrant, foul, fishy, rotten, suffocating...
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< Previously from Changming Yuan
Posted by Rock Heals at 09:00 AM
November 28, 2007
from Daybook of Perversities & Main Events
Frank Sherlock
outdated like equipment Timely dumb & still
necessary to sing into the temporary
technologies that the faceless women
have & have lost are losing faces
on his neck is protected by poems
carved into handles of knives Deep
greens are cut from the patio so
they can be pulled & eaten
of mysterious animals Murder is but
one method of making connection
Some skins are unstabbable There are
many doorways into a single skull
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:07 AM
November 21, 2007
Skee Ball
Aaron Belz
It's true that I am experienced in the ways of freeform thought. However, others are equally, if not more, experienced than i. In fact, although I practice stream of consciousness in a professional way (if my way can be considered 'professional'), and often enjoy observing the way others' minds move about unhindered by reason, I'm better at doing other things, such as skee ball. Skee ball, to me, is paradigmatic. One rolls something toward an oddly confusing goal, the thing leaps unpredictably, and satisfies the 'demands' of the 'machine' to a greater or lesser degree. For some reason, my balls always hit 50 in the center, or 100 in one of the upper corners. I am what's known in the world of skee ball as a 50/100 roller. Hence, I take all the tickets; I get all the teddy bears. I am the skee ball king, if you will.
Posted by Rock Heals at 08:00 AM
Upgraded Groupings of Animals
Changming Yuan
A pod of turtles
A goggle of swans
A flock of tigers
A bevy of ducks
A clutter of mice
A cast of snakes
A murder of peacocks
And a pride of humans
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< Previously from Changming Yuan and Next >
(click back in time from there for a couple more...)
Posted by Rock Heals at 08:00 AM
October 10, 2007
7.11.07
Gina Myers
the only way out is up
tie the curtains back
another load of towels
in the wash / the jagged key
of opening day &
another shedding of your
family ghosts /
light pins itself in the
corners / knocks the hallows
back / early morning melody
twists & binds, winds & unwinds
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
September 26, 2007
Sebastian Says
Andrew Lundwall
i've got big stairs
is what that is
that house is like that
get me house
where's my chalk
my refuse my face my fuse
suppose on the sidewalk
my bicycle recycled
all of this holy shack up the boy
is a fraction of what'll become
what about the boy said aloud
bring to me what was my catholic chalk
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
Narrow House Hosts A Night of Poetry & Music in Baltimore, 9/28
Don't forget it!
official book fest site
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
Recovery
Andrew Lundwall
who are you then
that i should
not recover
my eyes
realize please
that every tree
is its own apocalypse
and my mind's shuttered in
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
September 19, 2007
from The Way the Family Got Away
Michael Kimball
Listen to an excerpt (2:26)
Read it as a PDF (easier on the eyes)
This piece is an excerpt from Michael's novel, The Way the Family Got Away
My brother’s cradle and other baby stuff got us from Mineola to Birthrock. My mother’s necklaces and other dress-up stuff got us from Birthrock to Stringtown. This girl there got my sister’s doll people along with all the other things that went with her practice family. They told my sister she wasn’t going to need her doll-house and the doll people living in it anymore since we weren’t living in our house anymore. So my sister’s doll-house and everything in it got us from Stringtown to Albion. That was where this other man got my father’s pocketwatch and pocketknife along with some other things my father almost always kept with him whenever we went anywhere.
Those things from my father’s pockets got us from Albion and all the way out of Oklahoma to Hot Springs and our start through Arkansas. That was where this other boy got my baseball bat and baseball glove along with some other things they told me were too small for me. This other boy got all my clothes but for the handed-down-to-me suit of clothes they made me wear. That left me with a ways to go before it would fit me. My brother might have gotten the hand-me-down baseball stuff along with the clothes but he wasn’t ever going to grow up into any of it anyway.
So all my stuff got us from Hot Springs to North Little Rock and we stopped for that one night. That was where these other people got our pillows, blankets, sheets, and the other stuff that helped us sleep. We got from North Little Rock to Campbell Station and we kept going away. My mother’s purse along with everything she had left in it got us from Campbell Station to Biggerton. This other girl there got my sister’s locket and chain that had a picture of my sister in it from when she was a baby and sick and even though my sister did not die from that and that other girl getting it, that locket and chain still got us out of Biggerton and Arkansas and into Glenallen in Missouri. That was where these other men got my father’s wallet along with all the stuff my father had left in his wallet. There were the family pictures of us in my father’s wallet and the cards that had the names of other people and other places on them. There wasn’t any money left in my father’s wallet but we didn’t need any money anymore anyway. My father’s wallet along with all the stuff left in it got us from Glenallen to Anna, Illinois and left us in the middle of America with all those miles behind us and all those miles to go more in front of us.
Anna was where this other boy got my guns, my holster belt, and all the bullets that went in my gun or went in the loops of my holster belt and around my waist. My guns and other play stuff got us from Anna to Giantsburg and Old Shawneetown, over the Ohio River, all the way out of Illinois, and up into the hump of Kentucky that has Henderson in it. That was where my mother traded her wedding dress and wedding ring away to this other lady that wanted to wear them and get married. That other lady also wanted the veil to the wedding dress but my mother didn’t have it or any of her other wedding things left but my father. But my mother’s wedding things still got those two other people married and us from Henderson to Hendricksville. This girl there got all my sister’s clothes but for the dress my sister put on to wear out of Hendricksville, up through Six Points, Big Sheridan, Russellville, and into Bennetts Switch.
It was there that we got down to where my mother’s clothes were almost the last stuff of hers that anybody else really wanted and that got us from Bennetts Switch to Frederick Perrytown. This other brother and sister there got the record player and records that my sister and me played in the backseat. The record player and records made somebody up out of words and songs but trading them away also got us out of Frederick Perrytown, out of Indiana, and up into Edwardsburg at the beginning of Michigan.
All this stuff so far got us up to where this man got the silver frame with the picture of our whole family in it – the picture that had all the old people in it that were already dead and some others of us that weren’t dead yet. Our family was going to need everybody we had left in it to get there. That silver frame with the family picture and all those dead people and us got us the miles that got us out of Edwardsburg, up through Schoolcraft, over to Battle Creek, and into Sunfield. That was where this other father and his family got our suitcases and the other things where we had packed our stuff up. Those suitcases, boxes, and crates were almost empty anyway and that other father and his family let us keep the things we had left in them – the underwear and the shoes, the doll parts, our dirty clothes, and some other stuff of ours that nobody else ever wanted but us. My brother was the only empty thing that we kept with us.
But there was all that other stuff that wasn’t ours anymore. There was that other family on their way to somewhere else in America. There was all our other stuff with all those other people and other families all over America. But all this stuff so far also got us out of Sunfield, into and out of Lyons and Hubbardston, and up into Far Town. These other people there got everything we had left in the glove box – the maps and our other car papers, the flashlight, a pair of sunglasses, some batteries, a sewing kit, a first-aid kit, some gloves, and some other small things that fit in there. All that stuff from the glove box got us all the way out of Far Town and up into Morrison. We traded our spare tire away to some men along the way, along with the hubcaps, the tire jack, the lug wrench, and some other tools that were in the trunk. Those men took our backseat for the back of their pickup truck and took our rearview mirror so they could see if anybody else was sitting down in it. The rest of our car got us up through Marceytown and Roscommon, on through Tom’s Mile, Bradford, and some other places that got their names from people that must have done stuff. Or maybe people got that far and then just stopped so that the town and everybody else kept growing up out of all those miles. We stopped in Gaylord and kept going – into its streets and up to the two-story house that was going to have Bompa coming out of it to take us inside it.
That was as far as all this stuff got us. There were all those towns that we stopped at and all those towns that we did not stop at until we got to Gaylord. We traded for the next town in Hot Springs and in Anna, in Henderson and in Frederick Perrytown, in places that never got big enough to get a name, and in all the other towns along the way that already had their names. We traded our stuff away for miles. We traded for the lives of other people, what might have happened to us for what did.
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The recording and a text excerpt originally appeared on Diaro with Italian translation of the text. See it here.
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
August 31, 2007
Narrow House + Lame House Present...
We're joining forces Lame House Press in Brooklyn, to kick off the i.e. reading series with a bang.
Saturday, September 1st
8 pm
A Narrow House / Lame House Reading with:
Cathy Eisenhower | Arlo Quint | Dustin Williamson | Matt Hart | Jamie Gaughran-Perez | M. Magnus
Note the new location for i.e. readings:
CARRIAGE HOUSE
2225 Hargrove Street
Baltimore, MD
Map to the location
I hope this distracts you from the fact that, actually, there won't be a new Rock Heals to next week.
Posted by Rock Heals at 09:04 AM
August 23, 2007
The vice president
Adam Robinson
VP Cheney accidentally shoots fellow hunter
By Lynn Brezosky
Associated Press #151; Feb. 13, 2006
"The vice president
didn't see him,"
she said.
"The covey flushed and
the vice president picked out a bird and
was following it and
shot. And
by god,
Harry was in the line of fire and
got peppered pretty good."
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
peanuts have dead fish in them
Adam Robinson
peanuts have dead fish in them
dead fish in them made of peanuts
these fish have peanut flippers
that are so small and yet still peanuts
and still fish
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
Poem Bag
Adam Robinson
Cat
Hey household pet,
work hard.
Do a good job.
All the little screws
All the little screws
have been put into boxes
and the tools are set
neatly onto shelves.
Couch
We found a headboard in the trash,
cut off the legs and moved them forward,
set a plank across the two,
and laid Theresa's cushion on the plank.
My Internet tendency
Yesterday I watched the Brewers
step on the skulls
of the Cubs.
Baseball
Everyday I receive more books about baseball
in the mail.
Poetry
I am waiting for someone to call
with my username and password
so I can follow the appropriate steps.
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
August 15, 2007
The Bridge
Phil Rizzuto
(9/25/1917 - 8/14/2007)
Two balls and a strike.
You know what they had on TV today, White?
Bridge on the River Kwai
Everybody should have gotten an Academy Award for
that movie.
I don't know how many times I've seen it.
About forty times.
Alec Guinness!
William Holden!
Three and one the count.
I just heard somebody whistle.
You know that song?
That's what they whistle.
Nobody out.
And he pops it up.
May 5, 1987
New York at Chicago
Joe Niekro pitching to Carlton Fisk
Second inning, no outs, bases empty
No score
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Borrowed lovingly from O Holy Cow! The Selected Verse of Phil Rizzuto edited by Tom Peyer and Hart Seely, The Ecco Press, via the Cosmic Baseball Association (which has more from Mr. Rizzuto)
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
Haiku
Phil Rizzuto
(9/25/1917 - 8/14/2007)
Ice, I can't stand it.
I cannot stand anything
Cold on my body.
May 31, 1991
Milwaukee at New York
Julio Machado pitching to Hensley Meulens
Eighth inning, no outs, bases empty
Score tied 2-2
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Borrowed lovingly from O Holy Cow! The Selected Verse of Phil Rizzuto edited by Tom Peyer and Hart Seely, The Ecco Press
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
Legs
Phil Rizzuto
(9/25/1917 - 8/14/2007)
The legs are so important.
In golf, they're very,
People don't realize
How important legs are in golf,
Or in baseball,
And football, definitely.
Track.
O, in track.
All-important.
Jumping.
Soccer.
Is there anything, what?
Is there anything where the legs
Are not the most important?
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Borrowed lovingly from O Holy Cow! The Selected Verse of Phil Rizzuto edited by Tom Peyer and Hart Seely, The Ecco Press
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
August 08, 2007
Brick of Butter
Kirstin Richardson
Learn to fly.
Don’t be held down by Hell.
Line the walls with home theater systems.
The Hip Hop Block is hated.
Posted by Rock Heals at 08:00 AM
Bread Maker That Chose Not To Be
Kirstin Richardson
Gloom and doom is not to be.
Fang Bang.
Snake bite earrings.
Work part time several times.
Green furniture in the sleeping building ends all.
Posted by Rock Heals at 08:00 AM
Bratwurst
Kirstin Richardson
Meowing in the distance.
Lying in a cradle of filth.
Voices are consumed by laughter.
Snowboarders do not exist.
We all get a chance in the eye of the storm.
Posted by Rock Heals at 08:00 AM
July 25, 2007
for she travels on false time and neptune horses
Mel Nichols
return to Earth in time to scrape my teeth
by sea and take him to my Neptune Pool
therefore your breasts are firm and sharks help keep
our oceans clean your breasts electric blue
she is discrete--she takes on mental tasks
the wide shield caught their cleaning instruments
the horse had kicked the dentist over and
the staff was seriously rude--and dishonest--
his fishing partners threw them overboard
he'll have to stick his toothbrush up his arse
the same dark dead false ceiling broken for
we know she travels on nocturnal hours
in the earth and barren sea--god of the deep--
Posiden--cleaner and protector of the teeth
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April 8, 2007 from The Beginning of Beauty
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
Wolfowitz Resigns From World Bank
Jamie Gaughran-Perez
Names spelled in brakes lights
Murk beyond mist and morning
This is how I go
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May 17, 2007 from Our Daily May
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
instance 028 - personal brain
Adam Good
there's this brain
apparently
non-existent
non-exoskeleton
non-exo-anything
really
apparently
smoke on the water
and such
and it says
orpheus orifice interface
again
and again
i am like yup
if ya got em
gettin good
then well, good
and such
cuts will re-un-resolve
quote some tones
cut and run
some somatic
non-re-runs
unwound
as any tape
taught
taut to
underfling
itself somehow
anyway
had some tones
like gunslinger
imagined some
semi-authomatic
interface
denial
(aren't you glad you used denial?)
but then well whatever
unnerved
sweeter sweater weather theater
thought soup
said 'sup?
AC/DC through these lines, duh
AC / the "duh" of anything looking at anything
and going "duh" at it
in the wild-I'd
NEWS
distracted again, mary
you're a character
alphabets have characters
mary's in the alphabet
quite non-contrary
contract
nubbins
all thee sighs
a tired mechanisms
unfold
un-unfoldable
never flossed in my life says the teeth of it
fetchingly
i never met a metaphor i didn't lick
bought a "want to" stick
and stuck it out
like the blind leading itself
to the window shouting things so very variously
at some suns
open interface
never a place
to rest said buck something about a place to rest
but there's somethin' in this hare brain barn don' wanna
donna
spitting something out fairly semi
regular like
a movement
and its ether
this other
things quote things it's the way of things
said the hammer
puttering about mattering
this happened when i was five
little girls
and spendid
at spelling out something obvious about JESUS
from my five trees in waiting
no, thought best thought,
that isn't write at all
ripening ever via
repetition with variation
a movement again
and again
i was all like, 'sup
thought
soup was like, 'sup turtle
(cause that's my name and now i'm an author)
from July 28, 2007, Hey June for Dummies
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
Untitled from July Can Quit
Ryan Walker
I like barry bonds
he talks about something like a bubble
pamela anderson's bathing suit is very red
ken griffey jr's helmet is one of the reddest things
they've been putting him on barry bonds a lot
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from July 10, 2007, July Can Quit
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
July 11, 2007
BB
Aaron Lowinger
often I look up
there’s a runner on first
I don’t know how he got there
and I don’t care
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
Zombie Haiku (with Julio Franco)
Mike Grau
julio franco
at 12:35 am:
brains, blood & base hits
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
Geometry
Michael Kelleher
The
Home run
Arc
In silence
Its parabola
Must kill.
Play on,
Children.
Play.
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
Zombie Haiku (with Manny Ramirez)
Mike Grau
Manny swings the death
Crushing baseballs like cow hides
Kill George Steinbrenner
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
E7
Aaron Lowinger
please take me to game five
I want to yell at the right fielder
get lost in the bathroom
make friends with some older women
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
July 04, 2007
Tawrin Baker
Geoffrey Gatza
the high king of wool scarves, beloved professor of tomorrow
was asked if his poetry rhymed by a proletarian dishwasher. how
does anyone answer what their poems do but he didn’t laugh as
I was in my corner of the kitchen. he stopped and placed his tray
on the counter and his hand to his chin beginning a dialog of
things that could be
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:07 AM
eight narratives out there (for Kevin Thurston)
Geoffrey Gatza
Kevin, I was just looking up the gauntlet online. I didn’t go through this during boot camp, although I did go through something similar to it. Our training and the training that they are now doing is very different. They have always taken pride in consistently updating training. In the Philippines we did a jungle warfare training, in California Mountain and Desert training, also winter mountain training as we were hoping to crush the Russians but this was before we knew they were incompetent, it was a real shame too.
But to answer directly about the gauntlet I went through was a hand to hand combat day which was great fun. The day ended with pugal sticks, a long padded staff held with two hands. I lost twice one on one but won twice against two on one. It seemed easier to distract one and hit the other. And in the jungle training we were left to our own devices to survive to graduate the class. It was very scary but I made it and ate a grub or two and am still here.
It mostly sucked. Like being in a community college literature class. There is only so far the conversation can progress. I could never believe that any of this was real, or was really happening as it was a lot of training and fucking up or off. I cooked mostly and didn’t match well with my unit. I was looking to be something bigger than what could ever be presented. There is no one, there is only the team. I was not the team and was a real asshole. I still am. This is me and that was me too but I don’t feel like that person today.
My point was this though. They plan and they train, teaching over and over to focus on the task in front of you, improvise, adapt and overcome. These are the values I have gained from them and I used them everyday. Don’t ever fool yourself into thinking that you could not achieve what I did. You have a bold perspicacity that would carry you through any physical or mental challenge. And the challenges I met in those years were designed to take one to the brink of themselves. Taking the body to that point and finding you can [ fin ]
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:07 AM
June 27, 2007
Graveside
W.B. Keckler
So we are here together in this heat
before Astroturf in the cemetery.
I praise the Sushi bar's oblivion and air conditioning.
But I must offer praise for a lowered poet,
Nature's own earthworm:
"He was moist, bisexual, self-fertilizing...
like a Smurf." And she slapped me
as on the street in the thirties movies.
I felt privileged...
She had the lights of Dorothy
in her eyes, awake to the Rainbow
her beautiful lips
before the stupid Blazing Droning Ocean
which is our family....
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:07 AM
Narrow House CD/Book Release Party: June 29 (Baltimore)
just a friendly reminder...
...food for search engines
Narrow House presents:
Annotated Artifcacts from the Doubles Museum
by Rick Royer with sound by John Berndt
Book/CD release party
June 29, 2007
7 p.m.
FREE
The Red Room
425 E. 31st St.
Baltimore, MD
(410) 243-6888
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:07 AM
June 20, 2007
Sky Log
Joey Cashiola
1:29am
can you find them in the clouds an augury a crazy horse and his boogie band put their pencils to the sky and trace a pattern thereupon taste the ink of eulogy for tomorrow will worry about itself each day has enough trouble of its own strange nagging storm spinning with the zest of too much funk for a pelicanic vulning
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
Sky Log
Joey Cashiola
6:00 p.m.
betray no motion without sound or similar instrumentation the picture on the wall a million millipede legs under it the wall itself a low geared conveyor belt recycling a gray exercise over and over again the almost inaudible purr betrayed by an arching a curving similar to the spine of a napping cat when touched by tarantula fingers
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
Sky Log
Joey Cashiola
9:30am
in the sand on the oceans floor the look of layers tiny oxidized treasures embedded in the sediments lost to years of aimless current and jet stream islands scorched in the caribbean and thawed out of the arctic unknowing of time and distance heard in retired beachcomber headphones plugged into metal poles plugged into tan hands listening for that lost time and distance
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
Narrow House CD/Book Release Party: June 29 (Baltimore)
...food for search engines
Narrow House presents:
Annotated Artifcacts from the Doubles Museum
by Rick Royer with sound by John Berndt
Book/CD release party
June 29, 2007
7 p.m.
FREE
The Red Room
425 E. 31st St.
Baltimore, MD
(410) 243-6888
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
May 31, 2007
[4]
Mike Grau
that's the lumpen part
the fixture fixed in the ceiling
old Victorian or cheap cut glass
lost, encrusted, for those with
a history of shoulder pain
stop and take a moment
to find your center, your
lifestyle target, your
wall mart and online too
Posted by Rock Heals at 08:00 AM
May 16, 2007
Hate to Say
Brad Liening
It can be tough to tell what to make
of what washes up. The boa constrictor
stuck in the doggy door, its flat head
slowly swiveling across the front step.
The princess successfully avoids
marrying one she truly does not love
but finds herself in the dark wood.
Murderers with hearts of gold,
rats nesting in a gossamer gown.
I’ll confess that this can be easier
sometimes, like the time in college
we came home stinking drunk to find
a new sprinkler head on the living room
ceiling, reached up and grabbed a bat.
We drank the cheapest tequila
we could find and the next day
got shots for rabies. Enter fairy
godmother trailing celestial sparkles.
Enter actual godson trailing snot.
Enter intelligent life forms that have
come to Earth in peace from a distant
galaxy in order to share please some of
your planet’s fossil fuels. Enter friendly fire.
In cases of protracted warfare, the zoos
are pretty quick to go, and though
my friend believes god got it right
when he made lemurs, the annual
walleye festival my home town holds
is such a sorry joke it’s hard not to think
of glaciers crushing our colorful tents,
resetting our sad yearnings to zero.
We often carry our secret desires like
knives in boots and even mitochondria
have a job to do though I don’t have
a clue as to what it is. Who redid this
bathroom in black? Whose idea was it
to make the fire escape out of wood?
A cloud gets sucked down the chimney,
a bicycle snared in the power lines.
Posted by Rock Heals at 06:30 AM
May 09, 2007
Siamese Stanzas: On the Highway
Changming Yuan
| tender shines the night the moon looks foul and foolish when dreams come too close | |
| on the fairy road | failure to turn right |
| we drive | we must drive |
| our newly painted jalopy | farther and farther |
| with changed tires | straight ahead |
| no less slowly | in the wrong direction |
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
Earthling Calling
we love; therefore, we are…
Changming Yuan
.--/.
.-../---/...-/.
-/..././.-././..-./---/.-./.
.--/.
.-/.-./.
.--/.
.-/.-./.
-/...././.-././..-./---/.-./.
.--/.
.-../---/...-/.
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
Elm’s Agenda in Autumn
Changming Yuan
| 5am – 7: | exhaling carbon dioxide together with fret and frenzy |
| 7am – 7:30: | reaching out its fingers to coop the first sunrays |
| 7:30am – 8: | getting ready to work |
| 8am – 10:30: | watching humans walking or working |
| 10:30am –10:45: | taking a shower break |
| 10:45am –12: | negotiating with crows and squirrels |
| 12am – 1pm: | taking a break from swirl winds |
| 1pm – 5: | taking off all decorations |
| 5pm – 6: | getting ready for the darkness |
| 6pm –10: | keeping standing as the dusk closes its huge wings |
| 10pm –5am: | witnessing dreams running rampant on the streets Chinese Chimes: The |
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
May 02, 2007
we'll stare at this until it speaks
Justin Sirois
post a head on a post for all to see, a reminder of power or power lost, power to the something 'ith degree, drippy frowning head on a wall hook or a pike – at the intersection of one day & maybe. Poor odorous sour puss head. Head like a thesaurus of mistakes. My head's has been through some really neat stuff lately. You're cropped portrait is the complete opposite, a blue-eyed cupid who's irises hemostat when the inbox cascades into the vanishing algorithms. How much future is left? There's no sharp point to plot this on. Post this for all to see, but wondering when the stop negates the maybe – I'll walk around the disaster for a full minute after they sever my picture from its doughy anchor, power de-gloved & defrocked from exposure, still trying to wrap my said around that one
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:07 AM
not a labor movement – a thief in the Torrent
Justin Sirois
if nothing else works, starve yourself
lost enough of myself to know you can walk off
anything if you walk long enough
steal from yourself, shelf by shelf, for yourself
length of service & survivors' insurance premium
multiplied by length of intestinal track if unwound
from front door to cul-de-sac, around & back
like a un-spooled soundtrack
only measure my father by the way
he measures my mother
divide the sum
I stole my temper from him & don't let the timbre
perturb your pebbled skin
this instrument growls when plugged with
refinanced slow – you shop for kittens online
when's a good time for a new kitten?
starve yourself of impulsive theft
put back the green tea pellets & oatmeal soap
its not thieving when you're copping a copy
of a copy
kicking fits as the sheets teepee & recess
you & me, lets agree
the most criminal thing would be to steal a kitten
emotionally attached to a little girl maybe
the idea of kitten is so different than the actual kitten
you can steal ideas if there's an
infinite number of the same idea
infinite number of the same kitten
share folder full of milky eyed purring
in Dubai there's a man made island in the shape
of a stolen kitten
my temper is of a Persian origin
a house without an emperor is a house filled
with echo & heft
half Haight & half organically grown polystyrene
my violent people
nothing works unless you're a little selfish
my violent people
look the other way when I'm downloading
mother loads of free
in this virtual kingdom unicorns became popular
about the same time pirates did
but somehow they never met
united, they could have liberated every
college age sloth in
Half & Second Life
in my pocket
on the jump drive
there's a Living Will with burial instructions & last rights
rip & burn me like a Viking
the first pirates downloading wind &
shucking guts like corn
divide the number of corporate jets
by the number of sweat pants
throw the remainder into mum torrents
pray they don't prosecute
sever a head & it will broadcast
clear channels of satellite television
for ten sweet seconds
hold the head over your head for better reception
ask the head to open its mouth
teeth & tongue pointed at the fatherland
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:07 AM
April 25, 2007
4/2 Daily treated spam: Cialis soft just for you
Rob Read
of works to hearts
seeing a point potion
with hypocrites and unbelievers death
nor life nor gel nor cialis nor powers nor invest with lead bodies emaciated also with sickness
worn out labor But I must turn against believers who esteem what is more accountable
your hearts by the holds
golden hold remember death until he come to words of the text,
“I determine not to know any thing They may perhaps impose upon the fellow- creatures
for a principle of a false self-love It is true,
he runs not.
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
4/4 Daily treated spam: That’s interesting!
Rob Read
resting is doing something ACTIVELY
it is failing to interfere with the bird
and this indicates MOVEMENT
which has the effect of sliding
into the Accusative case
and changing into sentence
in a German newspaper
a sublime and impressive curiosity
occupies a quarter of a column;
it contains the art of speech --
not in regular order, but mixed;
it is built mainly of compound words
struck by the writer on the spot and not
in any dictionary I will cipher it out
THE rain is simply the quiescent state of being.
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
4/17 Daily treated spam: do myself repeater
Rob Read
Take a look at this situation:
Alerts are broad over Power communication
use the power, deliver symmetrical voices
to this sector prepared by us
but not guaranteed.
not considered all inclusive opinion
risks and uncertainties
You could lose all your money
or underwrite a purchase
sell security
view cash
this advertisement this time
nothing
the shares discussed in this opinion
intend to rise or decrease.
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
4/23 Daily treated spam: No herself throat
Rob Read
This gem is really
movable.
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
April 18, 2007
total information awareness
Dear Norm,
There is something suspicious
in the Mireth Technology Corp.’s download server logs,
and on the sourceforge hosts’ of Darik’s Boot and Nuke,
and securedelete, panicware and cyberscrub dot com.
There is something suspicious in Google’s
user-linked query histories: ask it
what they asked it;
browse in the OLK and nibble their cookies.
There is something suspicious
in the international payment authorization
and settlement network records
corroborating
on government payment cards
or individuals’. (why not
earn double reward points while creating a documentary trail
of your efforts to delete evidence of criminal misconduct!)
There is something suspicious on no fewer than four
of the computers that each missing e-mail touched: the sender’s
terminal and mail server, Norm, and the recipient’s
should each have a copy, or evidence
of that copy’s deliberate deletion.
There are suspicious logs
of suspicious persons
surreptitiously replacing box after box
in the dead of night
at certain server colocation facilities
here, and in Canada,
and domain servers’ records of those replacements.
(and there are suspiciously interesting
“e-discovery” and jurisdictional issues)
There are unprecedented periodic workstation replacements,
suspiciously thorough equipment destruction
(and sale of the scrap abroad),
and suspicious records of too frequent
registry change and reboot
on the few yet undestroyed machines.
There are highly suspicious repeated mishaps
and what can only be described as
an improbably consistent
synchronicity of incompetence in the IT departments
at the White House, Justice and the RNC.
The IT guys, or their management.
Norm, I think you should conduct covert surveillance on
communications into and out of the White House and RNC to which
one party is a member of the White House and RNC or a member
of an organization affiliated with the White House and RNC.
Get Gonzales to authorize it!
He’s already intimately familiar with
their document retention policies,
ensuring compliance with legal technicalities
in the recordskeeping regs – Wait!
Not him. He’s suspicious, too.
Norm, it’s the electrons, stupid.
Cheers,
Don Hermes
++++
< Previously from The People’s Peaceable Assembly Line
Posted by Rock Heals at 06:30 AM
April 11, 2007
Zombie Haiku
Tyler Peterson
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:07 AM
April 04, 2007
Evolution Markets
Greg Fuchs
Snakes on a plane
Chubby boobs
Chubby zeitgeist
So high is some life goal
For a teen in the ’burbs
Look it, you get here just a face
Book on company time
Adults who work my space
You’re on the air
Baby band tee shirt
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:07 AM
Zombie Haiku (Mr. Ball's World)
Michael Ball
| siamese cats and twins brains for breakfast |
no you it isn't deja vu... we used this illustration from Jon Lee along with a Ric Royer haiku back in early November '06, but it was just so spot on we couldn't pass it up for re-use
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Posted by Rock Heals at 12:07 AM
March 28, 2007
Emergency Room
Bob Mezewski
(photos from all over)
There seems to be
No need for me to message you a snippet of conversation--
We consolidate any passion which we could share
Between our lives as a sacrifice to process.
A process beckoning
Our words into our actions in which mellow drama ensues
Cocktail party to happy hour to a show-- the habitat of Man
& Woman into the deep shallow end of a swimming pool.
The walls concave
As globs of afterbirth absorb into the soil – life process 101
The quietness rejoins loud shouting-- whispers nods of sleep
Cajole into a celebration of sickness a gloomy atmosphere.
A scent of sterile filth
Lingers seat to seat between all the coming and goings of all.
The madness in the smoking section all due to selective paperwork
spare me this for just a couple moments until I receive urgent care.
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:07 AM
Zombie Haiku
Ryan Walker
bad breath. Wrinkling their noses,
zombies pass me by.
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Posted by Rock Heals at 12:07 AM
March 21, 2007
Lament (A Zombie Haiku)
Tyler Peterson
Pumping lead into zombies
Crap, that was Grandma.
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Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
Content (A Zombie Haiku)
Mark Wallace
all those refugees for lunch
time to take a nap
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Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
Zombie Haiku
Nic Coivert
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
March 14, 2007
from Key Bridge
Ken Rumble
27.february.2001
I'm so hung-over
I could eat a live cat
and feel
better.
---
26.june.2001
There are answers
but they are complicated answers.
There are tables like cadavers
but they are metal-legged tables.
There is history
but it is temporary.
There is a hill like so:
(NE Georgia Ave –
driving into the city, reaching
the top of this hill, open your eyes, yes,
look ahead and right, don’t speed,
don’t speed, look, see,
open your eyes, yes,
to the city laid out
like directions.
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:00 AM
more from Key Bridge
Ken Rumble
24.december.2001
The return from there from her
Park Rd above the park
blue weight and location
blue 3am Tuesday taxis -- she that
she there
(she all that
good-ness visions sake slakes
there, above the zoo
(the zoo
the giraffe & elephant
(what?
the city & she
name, history, and stake
a stake in the world
an open hand there,
an open hand curled into the sign
for brick for sun for height for here for land
for land for this we
know: ether & the angles:
this woman this city this coincidence this apex this freedom this need
to call you in this first hour of this 27th Christmas
---
25.june.2002
-- Discord 36 --
"I am a patient boy"
"I am a patient boy"
"I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait"
"throw down your bulldog front"
"Free of suggestion"
"See me"
"Words"
"Words"
"Your hand to the wall at night"
"Tangle us, our desires"
"The water's burning"
"Right through me"
"I are one patient boy"
"until me wait for boy patient"
"moi, I wait for does not wait for"
"until me my time" "leaves to the base I"
"bulldog betrayal is quite" "bad entendement"
"why isn't my canned food free proposal base?"
"writewrite"
"to write"
"for promise"
"your hand" "writes down" "all night of you"
"our here is delivered"
"place condition confuse, look like" "see my"
"horizontal steel station"
"the box level skids"
"water, does not have the movement, does not have movement"
"toward the line"
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:00 AM
March 07, 2007
from See it Everywhere
K. Lorraine Graham
This could be about all the people I’ve left and who’ve left, it’s not
about what? I’ve forgotten what it’s not about because everything feels
like it’s about everything, respect the need for delineation and
boundaries but I can never find them, only afterwards do I see an outline,
trace a ridge, note an imprint of someone on something or something on someone,
an argument about ways we might ride in a taxi and in what combinations.
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:00 AM
February 28, 2007
My Zombie Parents
Cheryl DeWolfe
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
February 14, 2007
In Which: A Short Novel of Ethical Pornography
Alessandro Porco
CHAPTER I – In Which Our Tale Begins, Its Heroine Enjoying a Meal
shesuCkstesticlesliketheyaremadeofblUeberrycheesecake
CHAPTER II – In Which Our Heroine Finds Herself in Peril
suddeNlyTheCocktUrNsonheraleThalpeniswhippingensues
CHAPTER III – In Which Our Heroine Hides in the Stables for Fear
laterridingreverseCowgirlsheshoUtsyoulikefuckiNgThatpussy
CHAPTER IV – In Which Our Resourceful Heroine Befriends Peter, the Stable Boy
theyfuCkedhotterthantwohornykittensinasweatsock
CHAPTER V – In Which Peter Saves Our Heroine From Her Perilous Past
hisdickswerveswithpleasUrelikeaplasticspooNonahoTdashboard
CHAPTER VI – In Which Heroine Doth Proclaim Her Undying Love
iwanttotastemyassjuiCessheexclaimsinthemiddleofavigoroUsatm
CHAPTER VII – In Which Our Heroine and Peter Live Happily Ever After
hesitsoNherTittieswithhisCockatherlipssUckmeofftheNsluT
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
Special Friend (A Zombie Haiku)
J.S. Lohr
I would keep one as a pet.
His name would be Phil.
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Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
January 31, 2007
Zombie in Hollywood
Daniel Bradley
Botox and silicon stilled
Hollywood folk taste good
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Posted by Rock Heals at 12:00 AM
January 24, 2007
from VDB Wordlist
Kemeny Babineau
What do you want, how much
shall I give you
sinachkoo, to exorcise the devil
to make medicine
to heal
to ignite wood
It is burning
when shall you come back
I do not know
in the spring
den soomer
den winter
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:00 AM
Zombie Haiku
David Durst
I give you my heart, my leg I must have you. Brains.
Everything I am
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Posted by Rock Heals at 12:00 AM
January 17, 2007
How It Claims Us
W.B. Keckler
A piece of sea glass cutting paper
a translation of the sky into sky
the voices of children mimicking adults
mimicking a beheading
that cycled around the internet
performed in soft whispers
the first orgasm in a prison
Gravestone markers invent the rules of spelling
and birdsong distracts your executioner-to-be
someone says "it's only a moment"
clear samples try forgetting again
try me
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:00 AM
Zombie Haiku
Thomas L. Vaultonburg
inside my brawn
we're unstoppable
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Posted by Rock Heals at 12:00 AM
January 11, 2007
Zombie Haiku
Gopal Lahiri
I search for them here and there
I'm starved though gutless
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Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
January 03, 2007
Zombie Haiku, A Tradition Continues
Can't get enough brains
I search for them here and there
I'm starved though gutless
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:00 AM
( in the voice of d.g.eng )
| Jason Brown "I capped this one big ass mutherfucker right in his empty eye hole." |  |
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:00 AM
Zombie Haiku
| Mark Wallace feeding on a leg left by the side of the road-- the camera shudders
|
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Posted by Rock Heals at 12:00 AM
December 27, 2006
The Minutes (Pt. 2)
Alessandro Porco
Let's begin: satisfy your
maternal urge, adopt
a highway. I am a knot
in desperate need of deus
ex machina but this
ain't your daddy's Horace.
The word of the day is
not "ontology" (Nov. 20th). Jazz
hands. I saw mommy
kissing Santa Claus but
it wasn't on the mouth. Jazz
hands. #49 on my list
of 100 "must-read" books
of scholarship written by
certified Counts: Korzybski's
Introduction to Non-
Aristotelian Systems
and General Semantics.
I'm attracted to you.
Schlupp, schlupp, schlupp.
"Your lips look so de-
licious upon a tropical shore
before blizzard season."
Everyone misunderstands
the lyric. Like tulips in a pod.
On this day in history
the Anglo -licious (from
the Latin licia) is suffixed to
STD-related terms so as
to put a positive spin
on an otherwise bad situation:
herpelicious; siphylicious;
papillomalicious, clapalicious.
I'm seeing stars.
Meeting adjourned.
*
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:00 PM
December 20, 2006
(for a.g.)
Lauren Bender
._____
.____
.___
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Posted by Rock Heals at 12:00 AM
"anchor." (for a.g.)
Lauren Bender
consider it contextualized |  |
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:00 AM
"ANCHOR!" (for a.g.)
Lauren Bender
consider it done. response assumes relation. you skips toward me. AT LAST, a tangent (etc.) a horse walks into a bar( o c nothing is hidden here. |  |
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:00 AM
"[ang-ker]" (for a.g.)
Lauren Bender
it's not a failsafe, but we could agree upon "win-win." prohibition-bauble prohibition-bauble agreed? prohibition-bauble |  |
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:00 AM
"anger" (for a.g.)
Lauren Bender
in part because disclosure breeds
nevermind no one will stumble across this
anyway i mean how many hits does this site get
anyway
this year my family asked me to bring this is all true. and in part because once recontextualized, (hello |  |
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:00 AM
"Said 'anchor.'" (for a.g.)
Lauren Bender
some cobbled we we've so gracefully... publication presumes uniqueness supposin' one don't want no trajectory? |  |
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:00 AM
"Say, Anchor?" (for a.g.)
Lauren Bender
O, the yards of yards in my time to part the seas apart we graph the root the houses this sight has seen talking about the idea of talking point to play i almost gave away your dollar |  |
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:00 AM
"[ ]"
Lauren Bender
their steady weather at least colder and to think |  |
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:00 AM
(for a.g.)
Lauren Bender
_.
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___.
____.
_____.
Posted by Rock Heals at 12:00 AM
December 06, 2006
from T=I=D=Y language (1)
Daniel f. Bradley
haven't changed the developing world couldn’t tell you the status so far as i can see makes life slightly better for the middleclass and allowed them
to call themselves if they don't want to call compounded class mere gender threats to return soon you will be rock you will be rolled i think it was over slices of pizza and discourse was more a meta-commentary on conspiracy social phenomenon and how it fulfills a archetype
take back your mink take back your pearls of delinquency of a minor sentence infuriating an inspired smear long-but unproven plagiarism allegations
that beach party standard mass units present inappropriate damage who won easily a formal sexuality was once shot
and not buying anything you say
i was one of those ever get the feeling your being cheated in fact just don't have anything really very flattering to say many of us are well just elitist boot sweat
sweet not just your average smut laden foot
Posted by Rock Heals at 07:00 AM
from T=I=D=Y language (2)
Daniel f. Bradley
integrity is a hard show when found within the puffiness of a dull sunrise
otherwise cocky and no customers sitting at any of the tables we were starting to formulate a plan stirred our slogan
or maybe somehow the state of c'mon girl it will make your volt meter sobbing your geiger crackle maybe half the passion maybe raw
babble plume rolling the bit up my walk for bravo lap dogs blame rhetoric unshackled and left to the back bees baby
i would type awfully tacky pastoral kill thy neighbor's on the dark end o you are going to sputtered in disbelief on the dance floor
removed by the council of masters as teacher they renounced the above-noted doctrines and most others went on eventually they went on best animal on show even today such caring kitty dogs fuck
and i do so love the boys showing off my long legs in a short skirt and giving the crew view of my less twat
too sophisticated i mean what's the problem with climbing up onto a big rig and taking a big rig complaining
one really knew she had trained in techniques of self growth wars famine and persuasive language
what obscure worker disciple party for the club without any proof of the beer hall atmosphere mass
or the blue brotherhood society of the truly initiated establish contact with the green dragon of the unknown
finishing a red tail in the sunset potted with spiked heels a thigh-length blue trench coat totally impractical for rain but perfect to show off
those curves them in action
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from T=I=D=Y language (3)
Daniel f. Bradley
just before our hot bubble walked past the open door
how when she dreamed her blue language was suspended
an indication of truthfulness became juvenilia for a sign might as well end by saying he was going to bring up the eternal stand up flame
and spiting out steps out towards a image alert after rumors examined
stepping into my bathe the phone rang hello
kangaroo courts passport practiced meditation as he fingered hundreds of noncommissioned dabble officer enlisted men who sympathized
seminars on origin of fortune by private unknown pupils grew chaotic blues order chancellor hello
i was expecting a southern drawl hint nonetheless enough stuffing about time to take the plunge read a couple sure relaxed
well lubricated and to take it in the shower knelt down to the nether regions
had some trouble actually locating any sinister thought then came some advert for family perversion
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November 29, 2006
My Apotheosis
Chris Toll
The flying saucer lands
behind a hill.
Two Grays walk slowly
toward the manger
where Mary nurses Jesus.
One Gray carries a jigsaw puzzle
that changes the past.
The other Gray carries a mirror
that shows the future.
A woman talks on her cell phone
at the corner of Market and Money.
Bankers are frying ozone
in front of City Hall.
A detective cleans his bifocals
and releases the safety on his automatic.
Elizabeth weeps just like an American.
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Strange World (I'm Too Sad)
Chris Toll
The centipedes are the size of alligators.
They circle Caa'rong, a Green Lantern.
She's a living boulder.
She has six arms.
She aims her power ring at the largest centipede.
If fur were in insufferable,
I might discover an inn in infinite
(O Deluded Dilaudid Deadfall, I can find fur in insufferable
and there will always be an inn in infinite).
Caitlin drives a junker on the interstate.
All her possessions are in the trunk.
Her hair's tied up in a pink bandanna.
Her heart left a while ago,
now her body's leaving too.
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Lost Moon
Chris Toll
A skeleton invents grace,
the ocean burrows under a bed,
and a hungry lantern
delivers a mirror to a river.
Your hospital pilfers an overpass
from the knife creeping toward a kitten.
A prayer dances with dust
where summer enchants a fever.
My factory smuggles tears
into the evil castle
while a laundromat lingers on a sailboat.
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November 15, 2006
Letters to Norm: Karma Bomb
The People’s Peaceable Assembly Line
citizen declared
unlawful combatant and
interrogated
oh designate my
sweet unlawful combatant
status, chief exec!
i'm unlawful too
designate me enemy
hide me in your hole
fly me to egypt
or another client for
interrogation
give me the head bag
sensory deprivation
electroshock, norm
take candid pix, feed
me to your few bad apples;
bring forth the body!
make me, good christian kid,
american, enemy
martyr for your foe
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Ed. note: Over the years, we've occassionally published copies of letters from the People's Peaceable Assembly Line to Norm. According to PPAL, Norm is the man that receives calls on the Department of Homeland Security Tips Line. This particular letter takes the form of a series of haiku. Why? I have no idea.
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November 08, 2006
Zombie Haiku With Flowers
| Marcus Kyd lilacs on the lake lie still - still as your lucky face when I eat it |  |
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Cats and Dogs
| Cheryl DeWolfe zombie cats and dogs cannot digest human flesh this makes them great pets |  |
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Are We Not Men
| Diana Manister Are we not men, we lumbering, hungry, undead? | 
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Zombie Haiku with Blake
| Blake Shoen The warm ones shoot us Do they think they are better? Zombies make no war. |  |
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Flesh
Ric Royer
| flesh sometimes alive in my daily existence but flesh sometimes dead |
and thx again to JL for all the great drawings this week...
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November 01, 2006
Same Mesa Boogie Woogie
Garrett Caples
The usual: arrows arose on the stem of our rose and we arranged them in teams or themes or rows of sorrow. A danger in terms of a stranger meat, like salmon: pink; has eggs, intricate bones. We tried to paint flu but the results were too painful. Tore them up but knew them by rote, like a tone stretched over a telephone. I’m not speaking in terms of the rotary dial; more how to keep a lid on the knot in your throat.
Sower of thorns, show me your secret north, how short it is on painted screens. Crease this dented crown. Cover me with sores and snow. Let numbness come all over me, and tell me to snub men’s company. The result is a store of luster.
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"Same Mesa Boogie Woogie" appeared in that great magazine Zyzzyva and can also be found in The Garrett Caples Reader (Black Square Editions, 1999). Last but not least, it is track 15 on Surrealism's Bad Rap. Obviously it's getting around.
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October 25, 2006
IV.
Megan McShea
spine train bleeding wisps of
the ideal derby how it's
all going on tomorrow in places
they drove through only yesterday
Sturdy breach fodder lined the
dark banks in small-boat splashings
as they failed to distract themselves
from the terrible time it takes to
tunnel through the electrified squall to the
barrier island, where was my box..?
where was Alex when I needed a...?
where were we there? out to picnic
a lake with its inevitable trees and
the clouds with their ineffable
archways, you take lips to center
you inch port clams for scuffling
you sip you bake it with sordid
smiles without me, without my
head there was smiling and singing,
my how you've changed look you're
ogling the blender, the geese have
come home and we're making our
favorite noises. We've got these
monitors hooked up to everything and
we're watching it carefully and
you know even tomorrow shows
up here even now look see it's parked
in the corner those green fields with
bright yelow blips, well, blinking
and you can tell what it's going to do.
In the pasture on Hare Street it's
incredible we're
raining
Those cycles they break you know
we're sort of free and we
think you're nice,
even if it's true what they're
saying and you
are ferocious bunnies.
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This is one of 5 improvisations Megan wrote at the High Zero music festival. She tells us it was written during a set of music by Dave Smolen, Rose Hammer, Alessandro Bosetti and George Lewis.
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October 18, 2006
accessories
Julie Ann Strand
fingers in a pool of pills she wonders
if canceled prescriptions should pour and
sift through plastic and hemp necklaces made
at youth group retreats old makeup powders
coating the trash bag tip trickle rain they
go the garbage can fills quickly before
the twist tie her hands fill with the pleasures
of ghostly torsos those who hid, gave, made,
swallowed, and wore one cannot remain
traumatized forever like a lost
statue cut off at elbows
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After Issa (a zombie haiku)
Joseph Young
No! Don't blast the zombie,
losing his skin,
losing his face
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October 11, 2006
Academic Rigour 2
Daniel F. Bradley and Kevin Thurston
“The global picture suggests that 2005 was one of the most successful years for freedom since we began measuring world freedom in 1972,” wrote Arch Puddington in the democracy monitoring group's 2006 report.
How do you rate the amount Of Ranch Flavour?
READ LIST IF NECESSARY.
1: Like Extremely
2: Like Very Much
3: Like Moderately
4: Like Slightly
5: Neither Like Nor Dislike
6: Dislike Slightly
7: Dislike Moderately
8: Dislike Very Much
9: Dislike Extremely
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In the Newborn's Weight and Possible Death Oven
Letha Kirby
…earnest petition. We parted. I have been with him, going on four year,
that I should call you so for the last time, lighted and thronged with wild-like character.
Some little time I raged about the streets, and told myself…
P_ and all her family were full of grief at our gentleman gone abroad, she knew not where, but the young lady…
The generosity of her. What yawns and dozes I lapsed into, in spite of all my care; what light of our innocence, and vague as the stars afar off.
…that when Miss M_ took preparation of it, laid it down beside him with such great faces. His death is as blithe news as ever I got.
I’m a-going, you see, to my brothers, first, for another of compassion for her, and of jealousy of her holdings
But, on second thoughts, I shall keep him to take care of me. I began and wrote a note which dispatch to my dispatch, and his appetite to my appetite, I was the common drudge fast settling.
…seemed to form a part of his respectability…
What a remarkable scar that is upon her lip, I said.
…besides ourselves, had I not chanced upon a reference to her father.
If I felt less, I could do more. You don’t feel like me. After shaking hands, his felt like a fish. I will be liking it none the worse, you may be sure of that.
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Opportunity (A Zombie Haiku)
J.S. Lohr
Flesh eating zombie,
Crawling out of the graveyard,
Please kill my girlfriend.
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October 04, 2006
Ordinarily, subject is prepared for a rendition
in fond remembrance of habeas corpus
Michael Provost
We’re given the over heavy place
shackled underpants,
the stripped shirt,
facemask, tape ears.
Cotton Finally, with a belt,
Them or They were plastic,
were headphones,
had pair.
They were, were inserted.
prevent wear, air
knee before cotton
a blue,
then Foam hooded, a belt
was earplugs of around
to surgical sound-deadening
around waist,
to presumably them, blindfolded
and strapped from length;
They absorbent and hood
together were wrapped talking.
their movement.
pair bandage over to trousers, naked:
a mouth’s handcuffed legs
to prevent hands’ overalls.
covered and hood.
The end.
inserted a pair were
and the blue length
cotton were Foam, pair a pair.
wear earplugs and a waist, to bandage
a knee, Finally, legs
covered ears. belt the mouths.
we’re shackled, sound-deadening
naked facemask, a prevent hood.
plastic strapped shirt, given over with their movement.
had them presumably over all.
tape in,
They handcuffed surgical
to their hooded, around
headphones or cotton
trousers and hands underpants,
prevent blindfold was heavy of them
then were around They wrapped,
stripped
absorbent together
before were belt being
and over hood
talking. placed
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Two iterations of a process that subjects an April 5, 2006 Amnesty International report on the U.S. policy of rendition to various distresses and threat of arbitrary deletions.
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Got Those Zombie Blues
| Thomas L. Vaultonburg | |
| a zombie stole my 67 GTO motherfucker | |
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Mr. V_ runs a small bar in Love Park, IL called Castaways and hosts Zombie Nights on Tuesdays. I bet you can guess what the drink specials would be. And another great drawing from John Shanchuk to go with it. | |
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September 27, 2006
Concordance
Raymond Hsu
How a concordance is a book that breaks down all the words of an author and lists them alphabetically, according to how many times they appear, where they appear. Shakespeare, for example, says natural x number of times. Milton says God x number of times and Satan x number of times. Imagine having your own concordance: all your words indexed. You could find out how many times you said love. Or yes. Or your name. And what it would be like to find the concordance of whom you love left by your door one day in July. And what it would be like to hide it under your bed, afraid. And how long it took to look up your own name.
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From Raymond's Anthropy (2004)
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