tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66360202012-01-19T15:34:28.720+10:00later he would walk down to the lagoon to look for the pelicansmark younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10012564789159816002noreply@blogger.comBlogger17701100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636020.post-1143208582059839282006-03-24T23:55:00.000+10:002006-04-28T16:58:06.710+10:00

 gamma ways

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My thanks for the comments, posts & emails.I have no intention of leaving the ethereal world. It's just that I felt I wasn't giving the pelican the commitment it deserved. Magritte will continue, I'll probably post to As/Is, & I'll probably start a new blog sometime, but at a less frenetic pace. The Blogger Dashboard tells me this is the 1768th post in these two years. That's an average of 2½ per

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 After exactly twoyears as abattery hen, Ihave decided tolet the Pelican find a home on the free range. Occasionally Imight go &collect her eggs.

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Flirtingfor Eileen TabiosSo the distances are Galateaand one does fall in loveCHARLES OLSON: The DistancesIt is a dance in twoparts. Is ritual.Pop song from theForties. A trip to the moon.The bull, the matador.Dance, ritual, death.Whose death? A lascinco de la tarde.Usually the bull. Sometimesthe matador. Provocationcan have unexpected results.A procession of flagellantspasses by. I am drunk on

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I am listening to the double-CD of the Modern Jazz Quartet's final concert, recorded at the Lincoln Centre in November 1974. They have always been one of my favourite groups, a composite in many ways of the things that move me in music, beyond music. They're a major part of my continuum, a nexus that brought together Bach & bebop, that swung like all hell, very laid back but also very structured,

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but never got around to it.

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of Moria is up.

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birdsare madefrom the air

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Today thepostman broughtme the snowsof yesteryearbut they hadmelted beforethey got to me.

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at nonlinear poetry.

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is actually Eileen Tabios' new review blogzine Galatea Resurrects (a poetry review), but since it's up for the first time, I pay homage to its initial erection.Lotsa reviews. Lotsa & lotsa reviews. To quote THE EDITOR This issue inaugurates itself with 25 new reviews of 27 poetry publications and a poetry video, e-reprints of ten reviews previously published in print publications, and a section

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Event-uallyIhitthewall

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   passiveactive  

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hisstory

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disenfranchised

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or,perhaps, aBiro de change.

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When asked why he had followed thisparticular pursuit, SunilDharmasekar, pre-eminent amongst modern Tantric sages, attributed it to the invention & subsequentmass productionof the ballpoint pen."I was young &naif," he said. "Untilthe age of twenty-three I did not knowthat the appendage be-tween my legs had apurpose beyond exuding fluids. Itaught myselfto curl it over aquill to write mypoetry, &

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when contentdidn't carry it like hewanted it toit waselocutionlessons & longnights in thetanning salon.

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Fiddlingwith thekeys onthe darkporch Imanagedto losethe poemthat hadfound mehalfwaythrough my walk home.

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I should havebeen grooming thepelican. Spent timewith Magritteinstead.

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After therevolutionit willbe thespies &sleeper agents & silentsympathizersthatI will execute firstforhow can Itrust thosewho havefor solongsuccess-fullylived a lie.

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terse&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp terser&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp tercet

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erudeite

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raining off & on over the last few days, occasionally quite heavily, as the bottom edge of the monsoon trough passes across northern Australia. Even now the clouds off to the inland are acquiring that grey glassiness that might indicate another storm is about to arrive. But it's also been reasonably warm, & the mosquitoes are out in plague proportions. Disturb them & your arm, within seconds,

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of Word for /Word is out.

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Unlike other ducks, themuscovy has asingle perfect cleavagealong which it splitsin intuitive partheno-genesis. It isa fixed cost, a kind of music hall.

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Maybe I shouldn't have let my fingers do the talking, but I did, & this is what ensued. Plus the earlier post & its comments linked to by The Last Word.And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues

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Ernesto Priego has a post called Night Soil over at Never Neutral. But judging from the tone of the piece - a note (a) as to how he's got an eye infection & (b) how he's enjoying reading Sean Finney's The Obedient Door - I don't think that what he means by the term is what I mean when I use it.In my very early childhood, younger than six, the town where I lived had neither sewerage nor septic

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I amwriting theintroductionto a bookof dreams.It is thefirst dreamin the book.

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Last week thepostman broughtme a letterfrom The Churchof The Over-looked Epilogsaying that, once Igave my consent,I would be canonized on the basis ofthe miracles my poetryhad wrought. Theygave chapter &verse — verseanyway. Howone of my poemsrecited incessantlyfor seven days& seven nightshad fended off aplague of locustsin Sub-SaharanAfrica. How another,printed out & mixedwith myrrh & hairgel,was

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Just watched Marvin Gaye on Ovation dressed down indressing gown & pyjamas & looking as if a little detox rather than the Sexual Healing he was singing aboutstood more chance of prolonging his life.

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I am writing anafterword for a bookof poems by someone I think ofas a friend. We havenever met, butthese days thatdoesn't matter. Onlya keystroke away.A slight whisperingkeeps disturbingme. EventuallyI work out what itis, the fan, on anangle, blowing acrossthe corner ofan open encyclopediaso the pages rustle. Thetop page lifts slightly, lightly making the trip from Guinea to Gutenberg. I haveno

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Today thepostman broughtme details ofa competitionthat simplyinvolvedusing the wordsgemütlich &caoutchoucin a poem. Couldn't thinkof any way to do it sodecided not to enter.

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Hammer (Groucho): ... Now here is a little peninsula, and here is a viaduct leading over to the mainland. Chico: Why a duck? Hammer: I'm all right. How are you? I say here is a little peninsula, and here's a viaduct leading over to the mainland. Chico: All right. Why a duck? Hammer: I'm not playing Ask-Me-Another. I say, that's a viaduct. Chico: All right. Why a duck? Why a--- why a duck?

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off work today, so I went for a drive in the country. Not far, probably a total trip of around 100 kilometres, one of those "visit the area in a semicircle to the west of the city", but the first time I've done in three or four months what I used to do almost daily.Been some rain about, so I stayed on sealed roads, but not rain enough to have added any green to the landscape yet, still the same

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The Oof themouth*aromaticcandy*theaha-erlebnus*abrasiveplay-thing*six varitiesof birds*qualify / quantify / classify / ossify*extrapolation*the nightcontext-ualized asthe exo-skeleton ofan eco-system*small-dinosaurfossils*didMunch'sScreamscreamwhen it wasstolen?*strident colour*vermillion

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Tom Beckett's interview with Shanna Compton at e-values.

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The teeth keep growing & need to be ground down. Otherwisethere can be noincision. It is an autonomic response, macro-molar, sometimes performed as a short orchestralpiece, comically complicated byconfusions in i-dentification. Moreoften to be foundadorning the walls of the Salon des Refusés, alongwith the otherImpressionists, fragments of colour juxtaposed on thecanvas rather thanmixed on the

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Next time youwatch atruckload of cattlebeing trans-ported to the meatworks, don'tthink of them asliving creaturesabout to beput to death but observe them im-partially as part of the food web.It is so much more melodic.  The sequence comprises autotrophs, or producers, which are principally plants & photosynthetic microorganisms, & a series of heterotrophs, or consumers, which are: herbivores that

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It is day.It is dark.The cloudsare so low I have pinned them to the clothesline_______________________________________  ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; to&nbsp&nbsp keep&nbsp&nbsp them&nbsp&nbsp here.&nbsp&nbsp  I&nbsp&nbsp like&nbsp&nbsp it&nbsp&nbsp&nbsplike&nbsp&nbsp this.

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Am thinking about going to see the Stones who, it has just been announced, have included Australia in their current tour. But.....It'll probably remain thinking about. Since they're only performing in Sydney & Melbourne, it'll cost around $2000 for airfares & accomodation for the two of us before we even buy tickets to the show, & for that amount of money we could could fly to California & back.&

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Inuit women flyclose to the bone. Six monthsof night, the moonevery so often, thenarwhal callingfrom beneaththe ice. Passion is conflict saythe old books ina tongue theydo not recognise.Conflict is passionsay the Inuit.

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embyronic

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Ishould have listened to The Who (talkin' 'bout my generation), shouldhavedied beforeI got old.

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Merge &melt, but thecatalyst re-versed. Fourmonths of summer bindthe braincells; then onthat first nightof cool windup from thesouth. A promiseof. But waitsome furtherdays untilthe fresh de-fined. Be-fore. Re-versed& tasting thefreedom ofthe high-way in your underwear.

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This hasnothing todo withpoetry.

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Malest,Ernesti, tuo Marco, malest, me hercule et laboriose, et magis magis in dies et horas.For how can any-one let the only Latin hay(na)kupass unremarked? Magis, Magus. (a)More.

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  has been picked up by Geoffrey Gatza's BlazeVOX books & is now available as a pdf file (with a much more modern cover than it used to have) here. For those of you who like the feel of a book, it's available as a POD here.

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A goodly number of you took part in last year's New Zealand electronic poetry centre built live on-line anthology Fugacity 05.This year they're doing it again with Oban 06. & it's your chance to become part of history. Because unless there's ever a poetry festival in Tierra del Fuego or Antarctica, this is the furthest south anybody's ever going to be published from.The details:OBAN 06is the

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The curveof the jaw-line isthe motif that follows the slightlymisalignedbodydown past the breastspast the eyeof the navel & thatch-work triangle of the crotchto wherekneebone &tibia top areparallel patternsabovethe finalamputation.The feetstand alone.

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workingon somethingthat doesn't work

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One of the joys of what I shall euphemistically describe as reaching a certain age is having a doctor tell you that what's occurred is because you're old.I have what he told me is a conjunctival haemorrhage. In other words, I'm safe if, in the next few days, I get into a situation where my opponents have been told not to fire until you see the whites of my eyes. My left eye has next to no white

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Today thepostman broughtme an invitation from Torquemadato attend theInquisition. Specifieddress. Eitherfull Inquistorial regalia &bring a bag orsackcloth & ashes& come as youare. That's the troublesince Dubya assumedthe Papacy. Nomiddle of the roadto walk downanymore.

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  I, Mark Young,being of soundmind & body, dohereby bequeaththe letters ofmy name toanyone who canmake more outof them than Guk Mornay.  

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Nobody is giving out prizesfor getting the answerwrong. Sometimes a treebreaks out into ashort series of dance stepsthat coincide exactlywith the clicks the earth makesas it cools. Nobodyis getting younger despitethe tuck-lines. Everybodythinks they're Fred Astaire.

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Probably prompted by the post below, I have been thinking about vowels & consonants. Strikes me their existence is some kind of linguistic freemasonry, little information on why they are, what they're on about. What they are we know, strictly defined though sometimes changed. When does y become a vowel?A vowel, the OED tells me, is one of the more open sounds uttered in speaking, a sound capable

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Alphabeckett

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Axolotls can breed whilst still remaining tadpoles.Hellbenders, mudpuppies, waterdogs, sirens.There are nine families of salamander, some 300 species. Andrias japonicus is five feet long.Lungless salamanders. Mole salamanders.Salamandra salamandrais black with bright yellow,orange or red markings.Newts.Neoteny is the retention of some juvenile characteristicsin an animal that seems otherwise

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Nowonly tobe spoken ofin the thirdperson. Asin:sheleft theroom. He didnot turn &watch hergo.

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It was theambivalence notthe ambiencethat he camehere for. Notthe sensationthat surrounded him but the sense of what it did in-side. Transition. Decisions. Goingin. Coming out.

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"His only function is to let you knowwhat Harry Potter's going to look likewhen he's old."Billy Connolly on Australia's Prime Minister John Howard

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Fell out offavour with himselfgotwritten out of his autobiography.

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She stepped down from her pedestal & ran off to join a circus. Notwhat sheremembered from her youth. Centuriesof standing stillmeantshe was perfectas the knife-thrower'sassistant. Neverscratched.But outsidethe show her refleshedperfection made hertarget forthe freaks who filled out side-show alley & they drew blood.

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I have been reading of late, not writing. Sure I've taken the occasional trip out into the barnyard, stirred the dust, made a few chicken scratches that the wind blurs immediately. But mainly reading.Behind it all, I have also been thinking about a selected from 50 years of poetry. Not that far away now. Just over three years. It's a conceptual thing, not thought of often but kept on a shelf

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He stumbled in the face of such fierce repartee.

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There is coral below the surface,There is sand, and berriesLike pomegranates grow.This wide net, I am treading waterNear it, bubbles are rising and saltDrying on my lashes, yet I am no nearerAir than water, I am closer to youThan land and I am in a stranger oceanThan I wished.Barbara Guest (1920 - 2006)

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Small boats outon a muddy river. What a pity poissonier meansfishmonger. Else. Plays on words, puns on what lookssuspiciously like poisonous water. But obviously it's not; or thecatching ofoutweighs theheavy metalcontent. But notfor me for theriver stinks. Iam happy to leave it tothe Motley Cruethat's out there.

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Stillhot inthe early afternoon.

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It'sgetting coolerin the mornings.

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When the wantedanswers were notforthcomingthe questions were takenoutside& shot.

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Restless. Ora shifting of shape. Either wayit moves from the place it was, the form it held when we thought we'd named it. & yetsomehow this taxonomic drift turns out a virtue. Other-wise the streetwould be full of museums &we hanging outin the sidewalkcafé would havenowhere to sit &nothing to talk about.

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In AustraliaAUSTRALIA could become a Muslim nation in 50 years unless Parliament retains control of RU486, a former Howard Government Minister has warned.Dumped frontbencher Danna Vale said Australia was aborting itself out of existence and Islam might soon be the dominant religion. In a warning to MPs to keep ministerial oversight of the controversial abortion drug, Ms Vale said Australia's

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or: Poetry? I thought you were giving it for poverty.or: I'll do you an obscenity for $1 if that's what you're after, & throw in a blowjob for free. Twenty-three Ways to Say I Love YouValentine's Day poems from the PoetryFoundation.org archive. Almost Brand NewPublishers select their favorite love poems from recent books. Ted Kooser Sends His LoveSelections from the Poet Laureate's annual

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the latest issue of MiPOesias & The not-so-Violent Femmes.

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I was wishing I could be in Finland with my friends. Now it seems, according to this link that Marko Niemi has sent me, it mightn't be that difficult to get there.But a couple of apologies. To my friends in the Americas, I'm sorry I didn't drop in & say hello when I was in the neighbourhood. & to Lars Palm in the Canary Islands, oops, sorry. You're either underneath my landmass, or that's me

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Does this mean they are the most important?Each citation is listed alphabetically.It has more to do with times, the numbers of.New meaning may flow from the re-assemblage.Passages, words, are taken out of context.There is no attempt at linear meaning.We know what was used most often.

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Get inearlyso you'rethe onethat getsto stackthe juke-box.

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A lineis some-timeslonger than alifesentence.Alive issometimeslangeur.Sentiencea lien.Alienlandgauge.

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some sort of moratorium put in place by Blogger that prohibits, for a number of months anyway, the acquisition of names of blogs that have been terminated by their owners.I am overwhelmed by grief. For the past few days I have been greeted by the dreaded blog not found when I've tried to visit Kirsten Kaschock's Negative Wingspan. Now there's a blog back there, but……The name is no longer in caps

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He looked for anentrance &found them taken bypoets & geckoes, the one making a fuss & the other at onewith the land-scape. Never knewwhich was whichuntil he starteda poem with a time stamp, & a geckopeered downfrom the lintel with its ET eyes & said, "Oh, I see you arrivedafter Frank O'Hara."

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this word verification.Can't decide whether it's to do with Dr e-Jeku & Mr e-Hyde, or the beginning of the climax of one of Tom Beckett's "deleted sex scene hay(na)ku competition" entries.

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once again by birds, I realise I haven't written about them for some time. They are still there, the multitude, the changing varieties.I give them names, especially the ones that wake me. The whirlpool bird, so-called because its song spirals downwards as it dies away; the shriekers, the crows & white cockatoos, raucous, demanding – I would throw rocks at their noise though not at the bird,

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Hat turned up against theweather or was itheat turned upagainst thewinter or was itheathens turningup to support the sinner orwas it the search& rescue heli-copter finallyturning up to winch me out of this otherwiseinescapable mess I've lost myselfin.

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Even ifit's inevitablethat someoneplants youupright in ahole in theground, youstill have some freedom ofchoice — fence-post, telegraphpole, tree.

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River sedi-ment. Opposablethumbs. Only in a poem would they not be either/orbut and.

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for Craig FreemanI am a truechild of the20th century.Too much over-lay to say Igrew up there or here when(t)here is onlyeither entrypoint orentrep&#244tfor a widercurrent.Exemplar: theGulf Stream.A continentaway, a differentocean. & yetI know aTallahassie Lassie. Way down yonder. Key Largo.Miami Vice.James Lee Burke. Jimmy Webb. I clean my gun & dream ofGalveston.

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I won't respond to tags. But every so often I get tagged by someone I like, & my resolutions go out the window.This time the evildoer was Rochita the Raindancer who also tagged Eileen Tabios, & since Eileen - bitch - has decided to respond, now I feel obliged to as well, though my answers will be nowhere near as interesting as either Eileen's or Rochita's.Three books I can read over & overI've

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o.k. sochrist rose againfrom th’ dead& it’ssupposed to behis birthdaywhich this yearjust happenedto fallon th’ namedayof baron samediso maybeit is atemporaltopic& even thoyou doth’ voodoothat you doso welli worry aboutsomeone whocomes upoutta th’ground @ xmas & spends th’ holidaywritingwith suchfamiliarityaboutth’ livingdead(Posted to As/Is a year or so ago, as a response to the first of what

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In theSpringshe wouldbring himsprigsof brie.

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drawrofback & kcabforward

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interlewd

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eloquench

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There never was a train to Bratislava. Or if there was, I was never at the station to see it leave.

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Other-wise itwould be prose.

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twenty or so months, the ABC, the Australian public broadcaster - public in so far as the conservative government, that continues to tighten the purse strings because it thinks the ABC has a leftwing bias, will let it be - has been replaying episodes of Doctor Who, starting with ones made in 1963 & continuing through to 1989 ones. Four evenings a week, then five, then two episodes a night. Fucked

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I sent myself an email, asking to be let in, & it seems to have worked. But keep that paranoia chilled, Jim.

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of the "deleted sex scene hay(na)ku" competition that Tom Beckett has runningEventuallythe screamingstopped & anelephant emerged fromthe bedroom. Thenthehammering started.I looked in,found him re-building the bed.Myeyebrows quizzedhim. Noisy bloody ele-phants, he said. Takes halfthejoy out of bestiality worrying what the neigh-bours might think.

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What-ever wethoughtit waswhen wenamed it&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp  is no-thing likewhat it&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp  seems&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp  to benow.

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