i later conducted an escape using the typewriter's carriage return

hiding from yr friends all summer is the new DIY scene.  here are some pomes from that scene.










the harrows of being bored at heart



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distorted Beach Boys records, bpNichol pomes;
the amplifier damage
of an old leica IIIc, 1951

coup de foudre moustaches w/out quotes...


a list of things i want:

: "© 1968 by Aram Saroyan" on Lita Hornick's
    Kulchur Press
: tugboat cuff links
: a 1940s Beau Brummell, Zierolfs necktie
: another drink
: a ghettoblaster from the 80s
: "The Yeh-Yeh Girl From Paris!" by Francoise Hardy
    (original LP pressing w/ FH
    holding an umbrella)
: a complete set of the New Yorker issues containing
    Donald Barthelme's stories


the memories are frequently
obscured
by the damaged production

set these in the medical records of
nostalgia...
todd sais, "i have noticed
an assemblage
of collapse through--"

inarticulateness: her amour-propre, my elusiveness

or sympathy indicates a clumsy
fascination w/
reckless abandon on salvation army-bought stationery
in the early-morning sun w/

strangulated woodwinds; champagne & quaaludes


let's introduce a curious list:

: ursuline nuns
: moulin rouge acrobats of the 1920s or 60s
: soviet ballerinas
: b-film monsters
: cheerleaders of the 1970s
: sarnoff clowns
: belle époque doctors
: fetish nurses
: catholic schoolgirls of the 1950s


picked up by a passing tugboat & taken to a hospital
severely injured
but according to kierkegaard,

when a truth was apparent to an individual,
that was the truth
regardless of evidence to the contrary.


[also, i was a little girl and seduction
was threatening.]

trading lassitude for longitude



thursday
yowling sweater nihilism
seagulls
for what it's worth, it's impeccable — abrupt
l a n g u i d
etc., how insufferable
this is also
a baltimore oriole flinching across the night
w/ a cynical clientele
how poignant
let's write an atlas; indulge
in the loneliness
of influence...
the unceasing inscrutability of
anniversary bourbon
a tumult
of quietly violent clarity; and therein lies
our singular health
tweezers
as such, the odd country
adultery
w/ a bassoon, but not quite as reverent
in as much as
anything so funeral can be
a grosbeak
simply adroit w/ its landslide acceleration
the gorgeous
torrent of frequency modulation
as it storms
w/in the chambers of a heart...
pensive, albeit
the melancholy of wires w/ such poise and every
so often, enough
when your heartstrings start
to brook

steyr chirps, strung-out afternoons, dada tambourines
[such incongruous title!]



auteur rN
ballroom dancing w/ tequila sunrise
[Beauty is Unstable]
a business envelope of booze
bullets
on a calendar girl's nightstand
boat club coats
w/ liquid codeine phials in the ticket pocket
[such cravat drama!]
the frontispiece harbours
['S Gravenhage]
an heiress in a cucumber-green chemise
hobby-horse jesuitism
knife fights
w/ a lantern & mannequin lungs
magnolias [bloom]
medicine parachutes = amylbarbitone polaroids
[aleatoric]
the radius of savoir-vivre—
"the shackles!"
she sais, unholstering an Editorial from her custom-made
c. rusty sherrick holster
Smithsonian
solecism w/ thought experiments
like TVs
thrown over the balcony [such contretemps!]
the world is a miniature
spiral staircase
through the valley of the shadow of death
a volcano whispers
the eyewitnesses sit around
and listen
unimaginatively to the worst LP Wings
ever recorded

a mockingbird w/ a stochastic frame of reference



gospel & tweed coats
fake christmas trees; that's totally boots!
ridiculously abstruse
a sunny tarmac
in the heart; the Kowloon Walled City
of a heart...

art, contrary; if i cdn't decide
chaotic
evocative, & potentially
egress'd, etc.
a rainy spring afternoon w/ limoncello
(noir umbrellas)

jumpin' judas iscariot!,
it's soviet sleeper agents, bleak victorian landscapes;
a 1947 RKO B picture
repeatedly yawns like a distant lion
as lines
disrupt planes of dedication

descriptions evoke
back issues of TIME on a sunday; gray, blue & pink
beautifully bleak
often RARE AND COMMONPLACE FLOWERS
“American Splendor”
we fell in love among the clattering machinery

of a park w/ leafy trees
fenced-off
w/ rusted razor wire...broadsheet newspapers;
xeroxes of
“Demoiselles d’Avignon”
perhaps







that is all.

ontology published your face

two new pomes:






  "You're Gonna Miss
Elevators


  math intricacy (intimacy)
upstairs
an upright bass or
violin
only to eventually admit
  vulnerability
the clamoring redivivus
(romance)
  That being sd, ferocious
tranquility
amped-up Emotions
hyperbolic
promises; rainy days
and you
  i always find this soothing
helium balloons
at the top
of a spiral staircase







telephone shoals


cobblestone gunshot, grandfather scotch; then as snow:
punctured electrical...
flower & flourish.  mistakes were prob.
constructed thru rectangles
all along; dirigible distraction, list languish--

hemisphere traffic collage,
sin föhn soliloquy whisky; fern monologue individuality
w/ an afterwords of
preliminary shearing as imputed triangles
arc & text--

constellation quartets: birdcage marimba,
pink porchlight,
surface buoys glance arbitrary,
solemn poinsettia stab wound tulips pulverized into dust







"i am not myself," he sais, cradling shade dripping
from a surceased palm tree...

http://vignettefictions.blogspot.com/

geranium rail / cold winter sun / uncorroborated reflections
(1148 Ward Place, Revisited)


image procedurals:

sitting back in this room staring at the times square
where my typewriter shd be

yarn & glue

the operation was a piece of art
but the pome died

le foto proibite di una signora per bene

        my new favourite weapon: a quiet evening w/
        wood & graphite
        the potential is such that

        i've taken to exoticizing
        my typewriter
        as a Romantic, or a post-Romantic;
        a deconstructionist

the love of life orchestra
on a sortie thru
"beginning of the heartbreak / don't, don't"

hauntingly poignant vignettes
[nebraska in winter]
now that i have found you

        List N°1:

        major cities in India
        include mumbai, new delhi, bangalore, kolkota,
        & chennai...

the headlights of a taxi in snowy weather

paperback wallpaper —
trains
are cathedrals on wheels;

sad, florid piano laments
yves tanguy syntax w/ ann demeulemeester
sweater prints

        then, after that, you have to adjust each flower.
        It's sensibly Brutal.

a wwii spyglass in [their] shoulder holster.  perhaps
serendipity is asserting
itself through surplus surrealism...

        [ how come no one told me
          the angels'
          boyfriend came back? ]

effusive romanticism
a u-2 spy plane harboured in heart

mise en abyme

my typewriter is a love poet
in exile

        oskar kokoschka, bride of the wind, oil on canvas, a
        self-Portrait expressing his unrequited love for alma
        mahler, widow of composer gustav mahler, 1913

        and

         (I'm trying to think)

        hans schleger, in the blackout — before you alight make
        sure the train is in the station.  Look for platform

back porch sunsets
w/ an ugly duckling

when a bird sings, the -self dismantles
under the canopy
of rickety, underprivileged yellow light

        List N°2:

        trees found around N 45° 56' 33.20" W 92° 36' 39.49"
        birch, maple, oak, aspen & basswood

        structurally chaotic
        a greige & white abstraction conjuring
        landscapes...

a philistine's philistine historicizing reticence

the policed distortions
of realization
typewriter ribbon as rosary

        while dying, gertrude stein was asked,
        "what's the answer
        to it all?"  She looked up and sd, "What's the question?"

learn more abt self-regard and related topics at
britannica.com


                written february-march 2010 / typed may 1, 2010

deflated, sleepless

real estate maelstrom for two typewriters, notebook scrawls, and a flagging imagination


flowers
angular compositions
operas

Glenn Corbett & Victoria Shaw in “The Crimson Kimono” (1959)

the opera is a loose retelling
of Mozart's opera Don Giovanni, which in turn is based on
the legend of Don Juan.

westerns.  crime films.  war movies.
drama.  violence.  philosophy.

17 september, 2009, after heart surgery

richter scale espionage:
have you ever noticed yr jowls when you laugh?
[staple colors]
donald barthelme's "snow white"

mine are derailed w/ birds, squirrels & deer;
fall evenings that spilt
into winter's lazy summer afternoon's

Écrasez l'infâme
the "3-E / 11,000 Volts" seven-inch single by
the no wave band mars

[paul mccartney was a lot cooler in the '70s]

g3g & spooky
"Louange à l'éternité de Jésus" – 7:08 (Olivier Messiaen)
often betray [sadness?  --Ed.]

micro-collages of Country, sleazy jazz; magazine covers
of loretta switt & ornette coleman
brief abstract tributaries
midi saxophone; no, i want hazmat modine
tuba w/ a bowler
hat trick moustache harmonica; red telephone u-turn contingency

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_Guignol

repetitive motifs
elegiac piano anempathetic
layered w/ emotions & associations built up
over the years.

Aristotle, Aeschylus, Shakespeare, de Sade, Goya, Poe, Dalí, George Bataille, Hitchcock, Irving Klaw, Francis Bacon, Dan Oniroku, H.G. Lewis, Hermann Nitsch, Gianni Proia's "Ecco"

a deconstructionist perspective
close-up focus on the meta-text(ures) of rustling static-filled
semioticist surfaces
w/ the wide-open tree-lined horizon
of sunset at dusk.

Dr. Seuss & Maurice Sendak
zippo lighter, chesterfield cigarettes; original Technicolor
camera negatives
mere window nostalgia

wistful, evocative
coffee break paperwork explosion

such as flutes & violins
doctors entangled in a passionate love triangle
against the backdrop
of brash sleigh bell codas

"have a good one."  -- anselm berrigan

walls, white floors, & lots of white wine

free jazz line-up for a wedding portrait


01 piano, percussion
02 electric guitar
03 tenor saxophone, baritone saxophone, alto saxophone
04 tenor saxophone, baritone saxophone, basset horn
05 tenor saxophone, soprano saxophone
06 tenor saxophone, soprano saxophone, flute
07 bass clarinet, soprano saxophone, flute
08 trumpet, flugelhorn
09 trumpet
10 trumpet
11 trumpet, bach in d trumpet, flugelhorn
12 trombone
13 trombone
14 trombone, althorn
15 bass trombone, contrabass
16 tuba, contrabass
17 contrabass, electric bass guitar
18 drums, percussion
19 drums, shellhorn, gachi, dhung (tibetan horn)

heuristic heartbreak in a haberdashery

Colette Peignot singing "the Red Note Book"


(surgical snapshots)




clearinghouse:
red wine jazz concierge ensemble
; trebly—
model a ford flower bouquets
bleak cnfssnl
[ don't bother w/ the explication, s/he sais ]
fire hydrant
tuesday, wednesday, or thursday
let's segue
status epilepticus
[ stat. ]
ventilation & light; anachronistic, fashionable
no truck w/ 
the niceties of structure
the discretion of being unadulterated 
at heart
b/c i still give a fuck abt 
oxford commas
chemistry, boyfriend coats & indicative particulars
[ "why is there a 'fire hydrant' 
in yr poem? ]
Melanie Safka singing Lay Down (Candles in the Rain)
[ it distracts from the arch of 
sd poem." ]
interleaving an Olivier Messiaen flow chart—
abrupt intrigue:
[ using a ghost as a narrator gives 
the boke 
an eerie overtone. ]
on a rainy day in brooklyn this past october
we conversated
let us talk abt racehorses from the 1920s
or tomorrow night
[ such insular hobbies, no?  s/he sais ]
a transistor radio 
for some pronoun's sepia-toned first holy communion 
her jazz famile
in a foto
in a tree 
lending resonance to an elegant observation:
sleeping w/ yr best friend's spouse
the sheer ferocity 
& electricity
arsenic & old lace paint thinner






late March 2010 ?
constructed from misc. lines...

omertà tread solder

it's 2.28 AM
there won't be any passenger trains running 
until morning...
drowsy jazz, ennui
the kitchen table harbours
an empty bottle of brandy, a typewriter, & a full bottle 
of wine
the thin rainforest of moonlight
peppers the window
w/ languorous korean war film stills...
yesterday's ny times
dressed grey
the perimeter of the living room; syndicated episodes of
Jeopardy! on mute
all around me is arranged a toybox of memes
another record 
drops onto the turntable depicting 
a leitmotif 
lost in the gloom of its pleasures 
it's 1986
the hospital-white ceiling seems a backwards landscape
from such a specific geography
this promising premise 
begins 
on promising premises, i.e. from these 
baroque heights
my grandparents' vacation fotos of the heartland
slightly fading
through my own vermont summer
piloting hot-air balloons through the ingénue rain...
always-a-bridesmaid
the criminal speculations of the imagination 
a ream of paper 
collapsed into the housewives' depression
of the ashtray...
eleanor is asleep on the couch
a threadbare quilt 
alloyed around her torso, i can see the vhs cassettes of
john ashbery readings,
police procedurals on the coffee table...
absurdity, atrocity
the typewritten violence: the math, the lowercase 
letters; shape, trajectory 
or direction 
on these cold, bleak winter days slowly forthwith 
into spring...
half-finished crossword puzzle
cable & tweed
an empty bottle of pinot noir, steady as she goes 
on w/ life...

condensing cumulus clouds into cassettes w/ chivas

west-coast definitions of the outwardly defiance
of the comprehensible

...your thoughts?


in loc. cit. heart moccasin
art museum     =
suitcase weather
More ESP
inflate the cinematography: In The Pines...
a silt-laden
breeze w/ "of course!  she’s RIGHT!"
i’m off...down
the south stockton Canal’s
dandelions
1%-er; subjective and harsh and
(anxiety),
severe sleep apnea, & *New* Essential Tremors
recorded live;
holy water w/ choir practice
under the ("we need a bus") fucked-lamp
of a speed freak's
bloodstream;
so i am biding my time w/ paper airplanes
sad umbrellas,
tiny accordions & last april...
AM/FM format
commuting through the nurse
w/ wound list
not not funerary, these adaptive addictions;
southern lights or
echo chamber: the heartworks’
unsolved ideas...
their middle-east upstairs’ misconstruction
(aurorix)
fuckyoubicycles, ghostwritten
penguins
the lush snowflake quiet
of widowed edged-

flash fiction feuilleton

Liebherr, Olivetti














                            archaeology bulldozer,
                            showroom typewriter...

distortion of baroque

red umbrella, unquiet desperation
or
laudanum-addicted, hallucinating & talking to the ghost
of my dead daughter while struggling to write a pome




verb the adjective noun.”


script, scribble, pencil arcana w/ .5 mm.
the page’s margins’re 
crowded w/ 


accidents of hand, nostalgia & aforethought


VIVIAN MAIER FOTOS


funeral spray of flowers, dead bouquets
on a wall radiator
in a vase made from a grandmother clock or
a 1930s telephone


l'éspionne bivouac, le cimetière


many drugs, a broken marriage
Live and Let--
Ghosts; (the light pours out of
the hem...)


Robert Aldrich's 1963 western 4 for Texas


( no one sais, let/s turn
 out the lights
 and binge-read the night away...


 but they shd )


one winter afternoon at Grand Central Station
moody languour
violas & french horns--
harboured in the stark books of platform loudspeakers
the weathered symmetry


windsongs w/ bobby pins; the Schulmädchen Report
tributive flowers


christmas lights & coffee
as well as 
unpublished experimental
gatefold sleeves


the divorce and hotel


to be pummelled by eccentric beauty, 
& to wonder abt it.


an exploitative hue; “I had this yearning, 

newest new post

free-verse / bridge structures & photocopied floorboards in the shape of a heart [the kind of heart that pumps in your chest – ed.] where she ruminates these frequent motifs as they feedback into elegant walls of jacquard brocade such triage-sparrow static & it follows the same stark blueprint: summer’s generally not drawing upon conversation amidst the calla lilies, [although these calla lilies have shrapnel in the aperture of a centrefold, imbued – ed.] elsewhere, the pulse of a freight train, again: the windowpane’s typewriter; the words won’t come, [swoon adjust, hadriano stonecut font] we don’t need a trigger b/c these blossoms are a machinery yr palm inspired a pome--

w/ syllables

auteur suicide martinis and tunneling through wm. h. gass

a tourniquet for miss (name deleted)

i have it on good authority that this space is empty...i dont want to holiday in the sun...i found asylum yesterday in a cup of tea...if anyone out there can help me out in acquiring pogues bootlegs from the 80s, i/d be much obliged...if you run out of typewriter paper ask yr local janitor if you can have some of that scratchy industrial paper toweling, even if it is cheaply recycled, it makes for a good substitute...violin soundtrack in a dragnet for an auerhahn press book of thoughtfully destroyed compositions... hubcaps and paper cups there is a reductionist police car in the newspaper article i monitor sound out of a radio programme a tranquilized circulatory system outlining an obituary of a journalist [weak editing] 154 (accidental wire reference) pm

blood squeaks empiricism through my heart

"05 systems induced by pentothal jazz" my cumulus freeway is communist telephone oscillating sound like ella fitzgerald inhaling a tincture of jazz aesthetic like cough medicine it resembles autism i feel like a counterfeit geranium

transcending into cardiac arrest

[languor and otiose definitions, i/m operating w/in a system of mediums.] if you ever want to "wet a cadaver," heed these instructions: 175 mL of downy fabric softener, 245 mL of phenol, and 3080 mL water. this has been random knowledge from an English major working in a microbiology laboratory. thanks for your cooperation. -mngt.