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2017/08/31

Thursday


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Thursday is a driven day of ball bearings and the Wings of Samothrace

            the  ___combing its hair against __________________the           ks _____________


 mightily soaring against the                                                 s                u             n






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2017/08/29

Monday is



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Monday is eye day you will keep seeing following
                                     
                                           feeling the earth her body

          what name holds this place reckoned to her fair earth? is it I?

                   You ? the narrator? the caretaker?



                             you'll come back to this

                                           as you do in all your work


                                                                 seeing hearing, feeling doing,



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2017/08/28

__levee

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clear cut

clear cutting

clear out

clear it up

clear clear clear lear


leer  near

 leeward

the levee is gone

 the levee's busted

the damn dint holt


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re: ..bin (20/7/2015 )memoirs of a woof Luna



Now that's an older text but what's older in a plateau? or strata? a piece of geologic   stone jutting out?











 ..bin





  it indicates a space   . but is that how it's said?

  its a threshold? a place of passage a navigator's growl



 where fictionbecomings real.



Ah! the temptation  Jill revs her motor up down the rung fleet of road and karmic bend a . piece of toast is ready! yr starving yet! boyo!



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2017/08/27

_ the way



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 the way into your arms is through the door when you take the

     moment driving me    .   holding me.  there  keeping me in the place of love

   it's daring moment we call our own



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Saturday was Sunday



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 like any other day it became another as if your face was blending into the other women of
my life as our love grew it attached itself to you and to me and our hands held a song deeper and


more profound than the earth. was that you I meant to hear my heart beating louder

 than  a thousand herald ships? songs of a desert



on your body and love licking it up?


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2017/08/26

How_______The Post Card La Carte Postale



______   V. how did you first hear about Derrida?



One version

                           1978 (same as Punketariat) I was sitting at the Cafe Santropol with Gail Modric reading book review from the  new York  times? and anyhow, there was an article about  this book that had been published from Socrates to Freud

the Postcard and the very idea as it was explained that Socrates had written a post card to Freud who of course

was alive near on 2000 years later, that the post card maybe took all of that time to arrive, this was amazing to me

it fasciginated me!


 and that's how I first heard about Jacques Derrida


2nd Version

                                 Gail bought me for me my birthday or Christmas a copy of The Third Mind (Burrroughs &Gysin)


and there was a series of notes & points of order  by George Lemaire (he was a French scholar and translator I later learned) about the book  that comes right after an interview with Burroughs and anyhow,  about  half way
  through he quoted Derrida a passage that seemed the very illustration of what he had been explaining that Burroughs was doing with his books, the fold ins and cut ups, folding and refolding indefinitely


So then I went off to look for the book he had quoted but I didn't find it (La dissemination)
  which may or may not have been translated at the time, but in

in any case,  I did about  4 years later get a copy and naturally I could not find  the quote as the origianl quote in french had been translated by Lemaire himself. I've yet to get my hands on a  French copy.

BUt and I take my breath to say this,

I t was bigger than I thought, for sure,

the book by Derrida was more profound and deeper than anything i expected or could have foreseen


and by the time I did get around getting it and reading it I had also been reading Antioedipus by the other big D in French philosophy,

 the Big D and G,





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2017/08/25

No~






No smoking

                                                                          the lights go on  No smoking in the cabin

                                      rrrrin thebell goes on  fasten your seat belts please

                                                         

                                                         Clouds capped cumulus wide ranging farms of them
                                                                  hovering, huffing,
                                                         Grand mountains of them shoulders puffed up

                                                   

                                                                                ________
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Yesterday ... hier (pronounced YaRRrre'




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 Yesterday was thursday you were not there i was not there we were not

over the heels of day and a knight clanking along her shoulder poster her body

 longing and pining yearning as it stands or riding really waiting hankering
     her beloved mantime her leman to the

wanting   no that's not how it's said , day,





  shall you know then the difference, the diffidence?

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2017/08/24

is it Possible, likely or,




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It's possible that long distance  internet, interferes with the  'reception' of blogs,
  which have been   'blocked' by walls of different types , virtual not real ones,

because take those two who'd been back for a spell after  teaching abroad
in China




a web hosting crew breaks down? a verse pediment falling on your head

C.P.: are you suggesting there is interference in the web, the internet, which has long term basis as well as if not more, long distance  wireless break down?


  yes I am and yes there's always a conspiracy of  one sort or

    another what's wanting to end poetry feeling its around 
  
        thee                world             body  

                           so creation's always risky


C.P.: so is that how come the private, so called blogging?

      you could say that yes,  yes              yes,

                                   on the other hand,

                it's maybe just  a            comma








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is this?

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__is this a true story?


would I tell a tale that was real false, impregnable , virtual actual, closer to
    lips than reality, the reality of her slim breasts, her ass close tothe closet?
 a ringing endorsement of reality over truth? a come away day betweeen
            the dish of clouds, and the crying of lightening


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If I write it must be true

  must be write i true be write

I true write true rue rue rue an blue blue you

 y ou write I true too blue?

 Blue true I write you



______________ Something along those lines.


One of my would be imitators is doing what imitators doing taking my affects copying thinking thereby to create a strong work or collection

 of things which are liked minded,

wont work as  what's  not  been done  is   the inside,

  decades old work required to get the material worked up enough and her ear to 
 the difference



you see with my work, and I believe it's the case with artists of a certain calibre

 you really need to see the whole context, or get the big picture, or the handle that pours the tea

or hear the voice what writes the poetry

 or pursue the demons and obsessions which the author had in her mill

working at the desk seeing the speed, speaking the deed,

and talking, yes of course to the dead,

well they aint so dead anyhow,








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2017/08/23

a little experiment



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A while back originally like 12 years back I tried out wordpress but never got a handle on it,

 anyhoW, a few Months ago I gave it another whirl

and created 

another blog


it's not quite serious yet but more of a backup of some kind?


____________ too tired to write my writing arm is sore, there's smoke blowing out of my head



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re boon______________ (2006)

About "boon_"_____________ (2006) 



it needs to go into a type writer to double check the rhythms and the rest of it,
                but its not a bad little ditty,
                        seems to be about s_x, and so on?
                                 O yes, O no,
                           Or some other fictional study
                                         and
                                         understudy,


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End all your work with a comma now,
  yes that's  what  I told what's her name last year
,



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re re boon_____boon_________ (2006)

About "boon_"_____________ (2006}



it needs to go into a type writer to double check the rhythms and the rest of it,
                but its not a bad little ditty,
                        seems to be about s_x, and so on?
                                 O yes, O no,
                           Or some other fictional study
                                         and
                                         understudy,


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End all your work with a comma now,
  yes that's  what  I told what's her name last year
,



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__How come?

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How come you blog really bad poetry?  How come? o it's just another place to try things out you know the scraps and stuff, or see how it feels before turning it into books, and broadsheets, or magazines, or cd recording of aural voices of poetry? it's just really a fake finery diary before books are permanently digitised and the world gone to digits


Books are never gonna get permanently  digitised yr crazy

 yes we are

& love do you love? are you  able to love or  are  you still in that prisoner's solitude of 


               Whimsical questions.

   Jill hurries to the store to buy matches before it closes, she's smoking on the angle of eternity.


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re Slim



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  Is that  a true story?

         a true story? which story is true for the narrator who's paddling her way past
                  the mysteries of life and death, body and soul
                 breathing and dying,
                        entity and eternity

                      is there a  name to what you do feeling the cloud run over your head?

                            she waned waxed and re waned with the elcipse and middle age dawning
                    on her creek and stolen bed


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what on earth was_____________ (2006) (from Slim Verses editions,)

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  What on earth was ____ (2006) (from Slim Verses editions, Qc.):


________  was a Small (what else)publication adventure startedin 2000
                      and who agreed to  publish a few verses of yours truly 

                            it was a  limited type of deal about what? 41 copies
                                    there  was a  small party of people a launch
                                                      sold most of them over the next
                                                              9 months
                                                                        
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2017/08/22

Reading this blog?/Reading England you mean, right?

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                                                              For the moment



  To read this blog and any of the others that I work on you must be logged into your google account and have an invitation to be a reader.






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2017/08/20

Do?

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Do Germans, since WW2 esp. all feel guilty, all they all motivated by the rage of guilt?


Are they reverse Paulines?maniacs at large sweeping up the past tattles of their ruined history, one of massacre, murder mayhem, words too light to really convey the disaster they play in history.

I don't mean a single german living   her life, but collectivtely.


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2017/08/19

2017/08/14

Regardi ng now I can

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 But that's another phantasm too y: Now I can   the idea of the voice,
                   as   the Unnameable said, what ? who? what voice

                     what rattle speaks from end to end



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2017/08/11

Now I can








Now I can blog in peace without being harrassed by weirdos and doubts what poet

       needs a lunatic audience to keep on going / to find the  quiet voice still inside


2017/08/10

visual effects




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                          visual effects
play their part
they

do like symphonies on bills
and quacking geese
over running

hillsides


and you always heard about something
staying trying out the circus


of rounds and twos gathering nuts and bolts

making way before two
before two
achoo achoo



too





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Oh yeah?? yesterday was sunday


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So you say,

     cant be found
               or seen?


                 this is just a poem

                                 don't worry




: Yesterday was sunday


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Yesterday was sunday

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Yesterday was sunday sunday  yesterday in a dream


a dream  sunday was yesterday  she  called out

she called out   h'is  body  bawdy





nowhere to be found
  nowhere to be seen
   her escaping screams
            could not be heard not be seen




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Today is thursday becoming

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 today which was 'hier' yesterday's tomorrow at the coffee shop there was you
  standing there all bust an beauty daring just daring or pleading begging me

 stand over stand down
          take your body
                        with beauty




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2017/08/09

words don't fail




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  words don't fail me  it's faux luxury 

what does
   
perish the thought
           

in thumb an sail thru bk to make way for lorn

          fellows



           potting their way past


night marble

night harmonies
something where almost been


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Tuesday was Wednesday after

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Tuesday was Wednesday after Friday .

2017/08/08

Tuesday



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 Tuesday was afternoon/eftsoons in old poetry/Shakespeare/Jacquespere

                 the old nights and days when the longing lady's hand dragged along the cape
            lifting  a shawl and wetting a cigarette



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Alittle imiationbefore migraine zoneofa particular poet
s manner and or voice from the grave where long your friend has lain


the grey day the gray eyed goddess of reason of war/pallas athena



a gray sky causing no eye pain no low pressure across the brow ggiivng migraine blues
           and achoos!


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2017/08/07

Soon enough /moon



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Soon enough, this blog and the others it's likely , they'll become  , by invitation only events~


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  the changing nature of the beast?

                                           ___________________________


                     it's a performance becomes something people line up for normally ;
  line up to pay to pay!
                                           and they pay to stay to stay! even pay  _____________________



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re what becomes of a natural born communist?


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Re what becomes of a natural born communist?


question at hand,

  over the
,

           careful reconstruction of your imagined face,


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reconsider



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  Imagine you  travel thousands of miles ,air , sea and land,

            thousands of miles, past the internet just to see these words,

         you travelled from Romania, Bucharest,  Galati,

                                      Moinesti       yet your lips never took my lips on yours catching

                          nor taking me in your mouth

                             

2017/08/05

and the other

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and the other in case what you didnt notice who said you could come here

   read these things, what said who give permission for you or you too for that matter,

freely coming along reading at will, without leaving a penny , not a thought, of consideration,

nothing, a thing not done better unsaid, coming along here , reading without a damn word

of advice or change, small things from  apurse, given at will with love, freely give,n,

just who does they think they are? then ?


without so much, without so much a s a bye my leave, by your leave too,

  about polite manners, about reckoning on 'ow people feel, right, seeing as 'ow they feel,

and considering not crossing borders, boundarious, frontiers, crashing the gate,

busting down the window, without being permitted, or at least asking for an invite,



2017/08/04

Red Ellen & Red Max




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Those my  (h)'eros 


Hahhahah funny coincidence of puns

as the tour continues


 working as  a clerk

   in this shite retail gob of  a  place
               


 but  the tea  O the tea was like your imagined mouth




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     it's the humidity what gets me right? you see what I mean , then?


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re: Happy?

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                      it was, alright  not stupid in itself (there are no stupid questions) it was context,
                                                      that painful hour moment of day and night,

           now the nights gone by
                                                                                 the days gone,
                                                                                                            gone
                                     



Re: Happy?



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Happy?

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That was a stupid question.

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here you go




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   Here you go Friday thunder rain storming pelting


               end of the world




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2017/08/03

imagine and consider

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   Imagine you travelled thousands of miles over the internet,
                             a long way from Romania yet


                               you never held me in your arms
                        crying and calling me your child  man,


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about: friday it must be friday is worst but not

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even I think it goes about off, off the track of where it's at least appeared to go from,



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all across the blue dark ridged sea she thought she could love a man she'd
  never met what did he know of her power and will her will to win against odds?

 were basement sweeps not enough for the capital of love the retreat of pain no
  numbered' be known poetry always been dominated by the means at hand

perpetually in flight escaping that same scene not the whores of british verse of 2
centuries
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this excerpt from

: friday it must be fridy friday is worst but not


it's all  buggered up in'it?
  rather like the thing it talks about,

              doesn't it?

    what's english anybye
              without your lips your eyes,

                           ( without us,) not sure where this line ought to go, but I know what it means.


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   even with ___ it was hard,
                          a man without a passport is a prisoner,

                    what's a man without a passport,
                                               without glue?

                           glue keeping her together keeping him twogether
              together and to gather the reaping pieces of their self,



_______________Okay,  more anon,  later





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2017/08/02

who writes fiction?

I don't write fiction or at least don't pretend as so many poets do, I don't suffer any anxiousness (about influence good or bad) about fictional scenes, characters, names, places, plots, or distinctions! books and characters melt into one another even Shakespearean personas blend into their latter or earlier counter parts greater or lesser, plots mix and meld; An instance of this is how I confuse or fuse Greene characters and personages with Burgess scenes,a s I was perhaps before about a Caribbean setting for a Burgess fictional work. It does not bother me in the least as I am certain it won't bother you but you may it a bit amusing. On the other hand, authors and writers of fiction don't like to hear this and even their agents get anxious about it. An instance is this. Last year I was talking in another social media (or maybe a year and a half ago) about how Michael Connelly's characters (and even some of Denis Lehane's) have all sort of mixed and amalgamated in my mind at least, into some of those not dissimilar ones in James Ellroy's novels. Now I am sure if Ellroy heard or read this he'd simply shrug with indifference or laugh knowing full well the measure of his characters and their strength.


Whereas when Michael Connelly's agents read this or one of the latter's public representatives read it this he reacted with a cool silence and no comment at all. No wonder! A Connnelly afianzando might suffer some anxiety hearing his characters had been absorbed into a perceived Ellroy amalgamation! To me it was all good dreamy fun! after all I didn't write the book! I read it and how I read it and continued to read it to myself in my own world was my affair, and caused me no especial anxiety or if any at all it was knowing that all literary adventures are a fragile affair! O fragile as these here words on the you tube page, prone to virtually instant erasure and disappearance. SO book writers don't wish to hear this thoughts of their characters being mixed into others! As a poet on the other hand, I might feel anxious about other matters which I can only hint at ! they are so clandestine and intimately connected to the history of all poetry! We start our literary adventures in the present so we think and end up, after a life and more, all over the "Time" not the place, but the time, the time of all time and all literature and its offspring. Our poems are the cause and creation of anxiousness and love and adventure as are fictions, the fictions of Burgess and others, so many other

Wednesday




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   Wednesday will become wednesday today where you will flee to the library






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  you can wonder all day what a perfect poem was knowing it's a fetish trial a fake, a not a real one,

  but a false one, a conundrum set up to blare backwards on the heavy page,

                which rhyming with wave makes black go white,

                                                                     and the infernal machine breaks, pauses, continues,

           what was what might have been,




    and a poet is always trying  t o find the space,


                               before the machine slays her,

         



~

                                                                                 


2017/08/01

Tuesday

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 which ones are good?

                  are any at all? resembling your would have been would be kisses?


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