We happened on this great blog, Indexed. Let it be a daily meditation… a glorious and graphical daily meditation on the nature of our world. Things both deep and shallow… nature and Nature.
For instance:

So go check it out: http://indexed.blogspot.com/

 
 

from the Grope Group, July 6, 2007 – Friday
Memo as received (PDF)
hitting send merely shot nitroglycerine into the hatchback’s plastic cabin, steering to avoid barriers in rear of the fear – the strong signal igniting nothing & the wrong pediatrician burning terminal. It’s the gadget’s guts, not the bark or ribbed bit that changes the Jacuzzi torrents between you & the you we’ve been taught to follow. Mouth opens like a torn shirt. The human condition never changes, but the human experience Decepticons by the microsecond – we’ve downloaded paper walls whose compositions, when slide into a sheath of flesh, glow through that material like messages from the bottom of a pool. Swim with me then, as sound travels faster at the bottom of this well, a cistern no brothers or sisters could ever throw you into
 
 
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Taffety Punk Presents “The Devil in His Own Words” August 10 – 26 Flashpoint Mead Theater, Washington DC Directed by Lise Bruneau Music by Kathy Cashel Text lifted by Marcus Kyd Who or what is the Devil? Why is he here? Who does he serve? Tracing his appearances over the ages, Marcus Kyd has compiled scenes ancient and modern to find out. The Taffety Punks probe the darkest limits of our dreams to find the lifeblood of the world’s oldest anarchist.

More info about the play (ticket prices, times, etc) and the Taffety Punk Theater Company over here: www.taffetypunk.com
 

from the Grope Group
debuting tomorrow, the new iAye will not only be a revolutionary, keyless media center & cellular phone, it will function as an electric shaver, portable dinner plate & multi speed personal massager. Someone will open its source, of course & the soundings we require for this device will need to feel like kissing someone with a mouthful of bells, like waltzing at the Policeman’s Ball & standing inches away from a falling chandelier as it becomes sodium particles at your toes
pulling the fire alarm only produced gasoline from the ceiling!
hear the whole office screaming?
capture that emotion & condense it a one word sentence
stone all other ringtones to death with your phonic neutrinos
malicious Pirate, de-vice their cellular service by reversing their perverse ingenuity. The see & the bells are no longer two different practices – surging up, usurping the hiccup before the diaphragm spasms – rising down, saddle this unfamiliar medium to your cheek & listen to the veil of the eye echoing eyes
 
 
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Find out more about the Grope Group at this myspace page, including an earlier draft of this piece.

Ryan Walker
ooh oooohh, Mel Nichols’ The Beginning of Beauty (Edge Books) is a very good book.
Meets meets meets. Then they go their separate ways, and stay that ways in at least several ways.
It is rich, containing more than you are likely to expect from poems, so it kind of tumbles out like a popcorn sofa.
Such titles as “easy living with the sectional”, “wild and foamy jaws”, “limen”, “‘I fucked a dense torte’ on your birthday”, and “stretching like thumbless design”. One can’t not read things so titled.
A little bit of the quick Raworth line, at times, but hmmm it’s different, the lines seem more inhabited. There’s perhaps slightly more of a sense of story or scene living through or around the lines. Nothing pushy or too complete, tho.
From “stretching like thumbless design”:

I met Rothko at Le Tour Eiffel red
against all the worn antiseptic Great
Books in Haiku very
curvy and smooth
with random Eiffel-orange giraffe effect

Those lines aren’t especially representative of the volume as a whole, but neither is anything else it contains. It’s a bit unruly in that respect. You like it that way.
Features and specs: 31 pages of solid state froth-free poetry with not a mot unjuste to be found, plus some additional pages for covers and things; edition of 150 copies; a wax sleeve with an enclosed physical thing and a detachable cover credit; translucent lining; color photo of a thing that resembles the physical thing in the wax bag; black construction paper.
The volume is in fact “Part 1” of The Beginning of Beauty. There is a subtitle: hottest new ringtones, mnichol6. The “mnichol6” is her email handle from her days at gmu.edu.
 
 
 
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[ed note: this title hasn’t made it to the Edge Books site yet, but you are resourceful and can figure how to get your own copy.]