_ It could ..


Somebody's looking out my window
  and somebody's looking in
  I wonder who that could be
    I wonder who it is
Could it be you pretty Jane?



notes for a song



__ inlcuded (Batteries not)


 spelling mistakes included

 you mean batteries?
                                                    i mean plug into the Outside and whatever gets you past the afternoon and chilling Mona has a terrace!  

  O sunshine of Billybobs! gods of thingamajigs!


__ inlcuded


 spelling mistakes included




  Last Saturday   ...of ..  June 2016... why does those numbers look so familiar? what spirit is in them 
(will it be spinster Sunday?) 

...? is there a spirit there?  letters fade across the  open sky... summer peaking rain talisman over the ...

as always your politicans trade places.. a palace for they is ruin for the peasants... o striking o shriking! O shrinking human race.. growing there but smalling over at the spot on the avenue round  the corner over the park   the dollar store .. the stadium what is it working against summer's year ... life's eternal

  tern  turning

    the picture churning out of your mouth 

  Mona's churnign her mouth don south her uplifted dress ass showing glowing  the world's in a hurry to watch  a glimpse of this glance ass! 



it's interesting...


  it's interesting to see H. Clin...  trying to , and succeedin g inbecoming Barak. O ma.......
  the eyes the roll the head roll the little pauses in her speech all
  calculated to taffy toffy the rich  the elite, the internation barons the embarrassed for wealth, the  ...
    the 'billion' dollar machine

   (what is a billion anyhow?)
       tell me what's  a cent instead)

   of the DEMO (n) crats




Re: nine months

re  nine months

 9 months usually refers to a  period of gestation, pregnancy, caring  yielding birth,


re: Re: nine months   

                       it's symbolic, like the 9months it took you getting sober

 it's had its pains   many and more /pored over like rain  but on the whole
            it's been better than an early death'd have been
                                  despite the dormouse
                            the continual betrayal
 but what's betrayal? portrayal fictional lives





...greater ..


    greater love hath no woman ! than she give her life for her ... etc. what Jesus said in the last Supper she was holding her wing table up at his end...   a fiction for the   'hole' world now over 2000 years....


   no  greater love than  a man who giving his life for his firend

                     no greater surely than  a reader complaining about my font

or the price of feet in jericho
   or the ordained fathering of mustard

or the bad poetry of a neurotic generation of ward winners and prize givers

and the naysayers and the paranoid keepers of grammar and the husseys of rhetoric and 'creative' writing and the envy and hatred of the common reader

and the hatred of shakespeare and

 the hatred of multiplicity

 the perpetual continual effort to straighter the language
the hypocrites and whores of the vast critical machinery known as english studies no less vast and hypocritical in its linguistic ambitions than the french  language
s imperious desire by way of its replacing  the

daily with the abstract and the loss   
the isolation of Vancouver and  the demand
  the denial of East
and the canada council grant liners up
the seconding of award and position

   the grant gimps and
   the life long  promoters who've managed to tourist the whole world with its no rate photograpphy and false peroformance conceuputal izations

               the infinite prodiction of books the wanting to know is this that?
and if not why no?

as if a book was an airplane

a forest replacing a phastic ear mark the foroced   orthography and then of the fat pigs of cops

beefing and bullying and  fasciizng  tyheir way  

june 18,2016 of characters and detectives


  of mystery novels and found bodies/ broken heart/ blue  hotel,
                 and wonderful saunas!



good bye and goodbye


  Good-by Mohammad Ali

      sting bee! sting! float bird! bird! float an
     God bless   your soul flies  to the happy resurrection already started for you 
                     dance in that inevitable  world to come 

    Good-bye Gordie Howe Mister Hockey
     god speed your trip to the next plane a smooth surface of ice waiting for you
          fire those pucks in shifting elbows pumping ambidextrous your fine flying resurrection

                                                                         fly great souls over this world's transcendence

       to the next world's better immanence  it's forever here nowness



about: section 50 and ...


about: section 50 and ...

so the five sections to fifty are really done?

yes they have only to be written out,


section 50 and ...


 section 50's now done. the next part is how to put together the parts and whether to add another side?

 that is, if i'm treating the    'whole' thing  as one long recording one side of a long e.p then what's

going on the flip side of this 16rpm poem ?

  an album = poem with just one side? ____________________

however if it's constructed digitally there are no sides and so it doesn't matter,

                         there are no sides to a digital construction  because it's location in space


          but  we're talking about a book aren't we?

                yeeehsss,   i think so,  i mean,  i'm quite sure,




re __reading and____________


about : __reading and________________

|i'll go more to return to this

|  come back to this

 | not her typical narrator's device to retrieve,

 | yet go back always,

|go back,


  ____ if it were aware of its things before making them it wouldn't be conscious deliberate art sake,

for crying out-loud creation


__reading and____________

                                                             r e-reading

'  a   lot'    of  T.S. Eliot criticism  (Waste Land), and Eliot's poetry  woven and unwoven 
                                                                                 by his critical writing 

(unweaved by? do i mean to suggest his critical writing undoes the weaving of his own poems? no,    

which i referred to as molar in contrast to the molecular work of his poetry. i did this in a

schizoanalytic reading of  ' The Waste Land'  which being  the second half of a long essay i wrote /

ANYhow as  they say in Quebec,

                               i am endlessly fascinated, fascginated by the dive-rsity of this problem,                                         reading ______ writing __
and it always leads to others,

to thinking of others,
 (Foucault's ideas about discursive practices)

and the limits and or start of poetry, criticism/ and literary theory, which is not contrary to opinions held in certain circles identical to philosophical criticism as such  

with the Eliot machine to wit the total body of his work,

 the seams and lines and splits, the connecting levels move and change shape over a life time's career,

   ------------------------------------ And  ,

           also re reading Michel Foucault's essay
                                                               What is an Author ?

   esp. reallly  interested in his discussion of the discursive practices initiated by certain types of writing,

   i see a parallel in Eliot's concept of tradition,

           but am unable to demonstrate what i sense, or how it follows or precedes  F's idea,

              I also now believe,

in  the comma,

and in suspending my thoughts with a comma,

   and not a  period,

and as this reading is  a performance,

  i leave it as that ,

 as that such,

which is being without a tail,

or  apun


a tale,

nary a tell,



   and reading that old criticism dating back to the poem's  first appearance __ of which there were several        due to the different publications of  it  at the time,

 ideas about the poem,

 feelings, reviews,   private remarks and comments ,   for instance,

Virginia Woolf's description of him chanting and singing the poem  at her place,

   and then he had to leave in a hurry,                      (Hurray Please it's Time  ..)

as he had to be somewhere else,


                                i once wrote a  paper    if you can say  it was
 writing where i spoke the whole thing

                  that is to say i delivered the paper without any visible punctuation   i wrote it as if 

                                            i were speaking the whole thing


i t  was about Emily Bronte       _________born july 30th  18 something    

                                                    and the idea of doing it this rose

                       from the  talk poems done by David Antin

                          who'd been doing these things years before in the
 as far
                back as the 70's i think

                                                                  And  also because I d been having trouble punctuating 
                 in the usual manner



 now i'm keen on the comma,


 as  a  form of broaching the form  of a  pause,

or a  thought left hanging,

       to be continued,

o r picked up again to take it somewhere else or else perhaps to return

and elaborate the ideas  going some place other  than where i started

               or where you started


and writing in blogs brings it to the fore in another way because theres this whole idea of ending and where does it end,

the page,

  the notion  of space, and comma,

             and continuousness


 and where does the page end ,

  in blogs, it's as a clear as  , i mean blogs in blogspot or the other similar blog platforms,

     like typeset and wordpress,

               but in tumblr,

           you can have infinite  pages,

          or infinite


                  so ,



the question of invention poses itself in several guises, as sonnets wilfully knock knees against affective stereotyping of the 14 liner and thomas nashe was made to be bright light brighter than,

and once a  hair fell,

it was ponytailed to the rope, i say  this to you Francis knowing you will forswear previous forms of knowledge, and knowing this to be true,

the sonnet for instance being a cruel form fashioned after the torture devices used in various dungeons, castles, and hidden forts and country homes scattered throughout Italy and southern France,

(a harp to crucify)

where else but in the sonnet's bent formatting could the thought of resolution be conveyed?


 where else but in the terrible afflicting of force and pain at the couple's concluding enema known as a  thesis snap shut closed out resolution   'of conflict'  problem solved,

  the horror the the hooray hoorah of that monstrous clamping up of the body self,

   crushed mouth in the teeth of the victim, citation and penalty awarded by the death enforcers of the Inquisition,

 metric at the, frontiers of citation and citizenship, the ego and super ego hungry for  a cramming down  and shutting up,

of the Mouth talking non stop,


not music,

 yet appearing as the closed of piano of bunches of thought, ie, grapes of reason,

raisin's the grape,
or words to that effect,



____ bks of poems...thoughts on a windy night of surfaces and and submarines,, the gestner, machine,,


   mos t ofthos e books look too clean cut. blogs also looking to polished

  clean surface, no ragged edges,   (this pertains to the content too)

                       (has to do with the recycled paper to a good extent ) but no boldness  

                                                trying to appear like fancy  books,

                         12 years of blogging and this is happening?
    where did the  wild go?

        the ragged edge?


                             i saw this  Altered description for  'submissions ' as they're title on a blog which i forgot that i 'follow'

'We are currently accepting submissions for our first issue, to

 We accept experimental poetries and prose


    and  the first I ask is what on earth does that mean experimental poetry and prose? what does it signify?




, as well as criticism, philosophy, theory and reviews. 


to their email address. We also particularly encourage long poems, serial poems and mixed genre works." 


 'long poems sort of makes sense, but serial and mixed



         what it usually means is nothing at all

                except to say they mean

                 something  different

                   in general


                  which specifically

                     stands for nothing at a ll  ,


              so what's wanted is   nothing at all,





in other words the majority of so called webmagazines

                       and/or journals which print

               are actually asking their readers

                        and /or writers

                    for nothing 

                  at all,



!!!! strange to say the least,


  because really what does the word experiment mean 

                   at this date  ?





   summmer's become  early fall in the short span of a few days,

life is a short abrupt thing,

                     that seems long

longer than an arrow

then of a sudden

a quick whip cracking 

                                                                        its lightening fork




Re: verse(u)s


________there's another sample /not sampled /but  _s ample_____________
  another example of bad writing,

     how come it's bad C?
 C.P. i telling you         it's bad because it doesn't do anything it doesn't take off and doesnt sit still

Re__________________________> verse(u)s

so you make a fantasy of it ,    create it as 'bad' writing,
  it becomes something in quotation marks to cite and examine
  as parts that don't work,

a  chair that failed to stand,

 not a three legged geese, (the schizoid house)

not a portentous weight from the future with the glorious something something

  ___________AS something  Jill wants to kick down stairs and kicking down those notorious stairs landers crawling up between them,

  becomes Mona chewing the cud over a thing she might be able to make use of,
now mind your step!

 mind your pissing self,

peeved as any rasor, so Mona's gilt fringed skirt waves her ass at me,

her sweet ass ,
singer than any swinger

-----------------  as the day rolling by adds its nines and tens,

_________________ connect that to discourse above/below posting __
 it's live performance  of writing /speaking

 so it either works at a given night                                  and

        flies  feels matches pennants  pounds  or it doesn't don't flops flailing    a fish back into the water 


'signed copy ' Lin_a g_ from the south shore's a whore
                        she's not poor like you a 
  murderer calculating from chair 
  killing off your adjectives
 Mister president of the United states of that american given  a prize for something he had done yet which
 is achieve peace or what do you call that? a drone just went by am sitting    they shoot by just

  as when you think it's time to work O there goes that wedding boom! kaboom! that must be the
 President of these states sending his gifts to groom  & bride
 these united states of that american you don'tknow  the cowboys murdering &

 the movie starcowboy killing  &

 she's a whoRe on the South Shore never gave  asecond of her ass to anyone that cared
 aLlways on the make taking from the weak sticking it to the poor a real christian
with her aSS Way Up in the Air and her shit stinking everywhere

she's the president of this united flat  no t  triumph of the will but dead
a  dead triumph its areally dead idea anyhow and was never right right my third reich?

nowadays there's no speaking or silencE you use vowels to get yr message across
the uniform of blood

 the fiction of each hour pressing cunting dishonesty these witch with her head Up Ass
her Ass's her face she's got the crack Vertical down for all to see and she's a Bimber
a Bomber she's a drone come to attack the villagers

nine months


              nine months in  a few days
                                                                some days're worse than others
                                  it's not quite 9 months yet,


  there's more to it than that,
  what's more than that,



(there's always more going on in my head/ )

____________ your head? that's not where your heart is

                                                                        i know you silly! my heart is where the centaur

                                ------------------ but that's not discourse
                                        its an image
       i know believe me i know an image from a discourse, but what about a discourse-image?