~ now

-------------the temperature of lovers. Mona bats Franny bats back to past tense of 'serious' composure letting the room go pulling her height rearing the fourteenth commandment. but what matter if earth shaking and quivering women open their spousal breasts to come along strangers?

Only a hip cool customer'd speak like this. Open your shores!O silhouettes. Of the howdy do and the phobic philosophical hour a duet emerging ermine its luxurious wonder.' . We 've got the boomboom bahbah' Jubilant as any closet forest. No one knows the name of this buck.Luckless steward of the singer sky. A singular road hupping up the clear bowl why the afternoon sky and what was that word? 

Now they could  make love their  shoulders
   touch to touch

     a s   two    ought to become one  

bolder an bolder
  distance as close as love's cousin
  hip to tip in the rising sun



O wInter and wintEr tu Whit


O that weather! ohhohoho! hahah its colder here today than Moscow! saturday will feel warm! and by Monday and Tuesday it will be livable but people yesterday afternoon and Monday night were bouncing around downtown ~ Montreal the city alive at all times   a corny cliche but true as the indomitable spirit bounces back saying No I wont let this cold crush      ~ O and the hot warm breaths   ~


Current Conditions

Thu Jan 24, 13 at 7:00 AM EST
Feels like: -36
Mainly Clear
Visibility: 24.1 Km
Sunrise: 7:24 AM
Sunset: 4:49 PM
Wind: WSW 26 km/h
Humidity: 51%
Pressure: 102.3 kPa 
Weather information provided by Environment Canada


High: -17°


A few clouds
Low: -22°


Thu Jan 24, 13 at 5:00 AM EST


Clearing. Wind becoming west 30 km/h gusting to 50 this morning. High minus 17. Wind chill minus 38.


A few clouds. Wind west 30 km/h gusting to 50. Low minus 22. Wind chill minus 32.


Sunny. Becoming a mix of sun and cloud in the morning. Wind west 20 km/h becoming light in the afternoon. High minus 17. Wind chill minus 33.

Extended Forecast

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A mix of sun and cloudSunnySunnySnowPeriods of snowPeriods of snow
High -17°
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CBC News - Local Weather - Montréal, Quebec:

___________________ as  for winter

What Shakespeare says is

When icicles hang by the wall,

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall,

pail, When blood is nipp’d and ways be And milk comes frozen home in foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit;

aloud the wind doth Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When al lblow, And coughing drowns the parson’s saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marion’s nose looks red and raw ,

hen roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, WThen nightly sings the staring owl,

rry note, While greasy J Tu-whit; Tu-who, a m

eoan doth keel the pot.

 from the play  Love's Labour's Lost a purely alliterative title!

its not quite our winter  but it does cast a lighter spell on this wintry rough spot~>.



~ Winter


 Winter be damned  be damned let it be damned . No one enjoys, no on e

   but I saw a couple skating  a  man and his woman
                                                         skating skating skating

                                   a n    d  it  looked    li ke      love

   they loved and were having fun   ~

  so winter was not so bad
  not so bad
                                                 for the lovers  ~


not the least


its the first snow matches the first coffee/seconded by love. but its not first nor seconded by commands create the thing working/the sheer weight of love's back-up rearing

its men an fascist rule the world not me
  not me/not me/ its the cut moon collided on the 
  winter road rocking back its babyebyeblue
  and achoo achoo and roo hoohoo its 

           and Mona helped her self to seconds suggesting a glance at bay. A woman worked on a phrase a man worked on a phrase twenty no a decade

then she heard its twinging subject

 pretending to be hip

                              its one continued play    ~




"Whom" ? says so!


____________________thought i had a face _________________________________-

Amazing text parade!

                        text parade amaze

                                                                     parade    a parade para para a paradise?


there's more to come to come to come more time to come to more more time as which sees who whom whose the body beautiful of all the ignorance silence of them all as the banishment as the Pun  ~.


....'with a small ....'

 c              o           m  m u n ion ism
                    with  a  small C 

                      and  a   big Heart 


if he'd call or really if he did their voices turned into  silence

as what two words or three sung between the mutual distance

at that first meeting in winter thousands  of miles of  winter

love(r) of the finder _____ her hair face and love


is a phone call longer than a stamp for a letter sent into time And space not
merely's time's train on air-waves

love's Disciplin's demanding
not demeaning
remanding each partner in the play
her place

O pun

O punishment

siring the name desire


Add address and label here. Lick stamp  send desire in spit particle residue on the envelope's  backside  as   if                   the         hands     were there   .


'the punished'


'strange' 'trained at the leash'  1  seek chains       desire for the whip tames  the 'impulse of guilt'    a explosion of desire followed 'light' flogging, chastisement,  put in place ____! the radiant across the skin plosive  
         volcanic eruption of Joy
                afterward....(pure exuberance of the )   the body whipped into tameness first_____thirsts

what exactly a plane of consistency hungering out the body's rough agate edge.

call that imitation which covers the true angelic slander a covering 'ruban' on your typewriter a dog not a cat a ridge not a kettle 


~ there ..

   ~  Miss


        coming from nowhere

                                              an' heading  to hell

   t  all as the day   I      knew      i n   it

 t h  e
                                                  u n d er g r o u n   d


midnight air


  only midnight was your lips

  but that escaped us once i

`  call 't a~n un conscious air

                     diffferrrs from unconscious air    ~

   o midnight was your hips
  midriff to your hip
 swinging along the base of the





Is it


 is it a  year ? already running around the world , catching up with itself

a  knock at the new year    ~ Open the windows let the house breath let the old out and the new in

 when did it start this new year? was it Hellas and pondering greed that did it? or your
eyes opened to the season

he quested a herd hearing a crow

wrung between paradox and subservience 
her body wore the long song
winter beating its beast knot
a peach to tamper its costlies refrain 
of angles matching wrist against ankle 
prying the letter s off the switch of the end Z
and cumbesome by the furniture an opened vision wealth to a future covering the world with its fullest plesaure and the warm cap its feather to the mother of the earth

she'd continue this way through discontinuous


rainbow and pear


But however you expected it how could it be another way if the world was usp and isp and rsp and esp and. thats fine its a cerebration claiming Jill her oxford sock halfoff. O
the hy

  cab .  Take a verse/ make it iNviSiBlE!

In december the month breaths  cans seize over fragments
of nullity and toenails fractured by island breakers and water spouts
one sees the black camera

and these idiots dont even try to be quiet
   they resent working and working here and idea of sanctuary and public service
   repels them

this is the horse dung

  this is the entitlement scam
      this is what exactly but the profound image
of my rage and disappointment that even public spaces are no longer private '

-------------------- this was the past and this was last. its gone done air to its weaving self.not a marrying second too shoon . as it heard the ear voice on the air keeping its accent as the rush of the r's down. from wagon to italy to wearing scarves in the sun that tosses the hairbrainned sky across surfaces of  the factory of lions and . someone said this and turning its practical nose it parries the foot and foreign feeling . we are people from another planet of gentlemen . And thank you Courtesy. the hid taps and path that not everyone necessarily knew. as the trip guaranteed its road

O it was exciting to hear those accented voices twittering and hearing the speed of my own language and the cracking rolling r's running roun' and under the tongues. the sight of lambs and the phonetics of sound. in this                      island of tok! as Joyce in his Wake calls it it the Ireland of Sleep O echoland. and what other language can there but that of J and the others since they wrote.... even Shakespeare can'tt escape the sweep of this
                       language. as it gets roiling bounding punning pounding throught the seventongue of speechheard. Monaknows this knowing the hearingaidof transition in its particular distance.

  Yew tree you tree yes Marx was in Ireland. Hiding out then was he? andhe wrote  a history of the island but it was not finished as he had no time. The Irish people are narrating a  future of effort and freedom as their natural nature is warm free thinking . as the knight holds up the warmest thought of the enlarging meadow and its lampspun sea.

and the public  and
                                                  when you write that much theres hardly time for eating and breathing had best be automatic or you'd lose it  for sure as seeking

                               the air and the sound.