Movement

"Muhammad my friend, I'm getting very scared. Teach me how to love my brothers... We both know it was a girl back in Bethlehem." --Tori Amos

Movement

From behind
the Looking Machine

:PIGS:

Ava Ava (my love)
Hiss,
"The grandest poetry
written
from the edge
of a cliff."

Our moving feelings
Hell on Earth
bleached.

The sun you wear
Is setting.
(I can't make you.)
Cocoon.
What matters most
Is Loss

--uncertainty--

What
Jesus
now?

Mother's revolution
an Ink Face.
Listen to the words.
It's but a pen
That keeps
the queen
aLIVE.

--Nobius Black

streetlab

a "warholic" image from streetlab, the painting is by Milou Neelen

devault

i believe in nonsense.

pastisch bourgeois

je suis un prolétèr d'avant-garde, je suis un prolalter d'avant-garde, dans mon avant-gardisme je suis un jeune réactionnaire, je suis un jeune copieur de vieil avant-garde, comme, non, bannissons la métaphore, non, comme est une simile, je suis d'avant-garde, i therefore speak english, je ne connais pas le mot simile en français car je parle anglais car je suis d'une vieille avant-garde, comme l'indique ce processus répétitif que je suis en train d'établir ici, alors qu'il a été toujours déjà établi par d'autres déjà, il y a longtemps de ça, longtemps en terme d'avant-garde, il y a quelques années de ça, non je suis avant-garde de cela veux-je dire, voulais-je dire, je suis un prolétèr bourgeois d'avant-garde, je ne paye pas mon loyer, c'est papa-maman, c'est l'état, je suis un exemple stratifié de déstratification pas trop brusque, non, allô mère, l'agence me dit que vous n'avez pas payé mère, veuillez y remédier mère, car nous sommes bien indisposés comme vous pouvez bien vous l'imaginer mère, je suis un prolétèr bourgeois d'avant-garde, j'écris des textes o texto kom ca. jkiff trop ta mèr espès di pèrvèr ouaish. je suis un prolétèr bourgeois, je ne suis plus de l'avant-garde, c'est la promo de ma khâgne de quelques années après moi maintenant l’avant-garde, ils sont plus prolétèr que nous encore, ils sont moins bourgeois mais ça personne ne le remarquera, pas tout de suite, je suis un bourgeois prolétèr ayant appartenu à l’avant-garde, je revendique le terme d’arrière-garde, je suis un bourgeois prolétèr d’arrière-garde. l’arrière-garde met un peu d’ordre dans l’ancienne arrière-garde. et dire que ces pauvres cons se sont crus d’avant-garde, il y a longtemps maintenant, mais pas comme nous, non eux , ils étaient sûr de leur réalisme, hahahaha, quel je de mots. je suis un bourgeois d’arrière-garde. je suis un bourgeois vivant de mon clavier et surtout de celui de ces jeunes cons de soit disant avant-garde m’envoyant leur merde inétalable sur les pages de mon journal. oui, je suis un bourgeois.

For A Better World Play Golf On The Moon

paul conneally holes out at Play Golf On The Moon hole two

inside Mile End Art Pavillion, London uk

the installation called 'for a better world play golf on the moon'

is a collaborative piece linking conneally's work
from the renewabilty haiku hike

with tim wright's ongoing piece

'playing golf on the moon (with david bowie)'

Commander Tim Wright, Paul Conneally, and Gordon Joly

teed off from Arnold Circle and finished here inside the Art Pavillion.

here's a picture of Commander Tim Wright teeing off

conneally believes that most golf courses are environmentally unsound and urges you

'for a better world play golf on the moon'

My Eyes red From Night Burn

My eyes red from night burn
Reflect grey early Sunday morning sky
Feeling good inside
With the death of leaves
World looks bigger then even man can destroy.
Red squirrel’s fur gather at the gutter
Fog circle porcelain sparrow
Wired to mulberry tree.
Across the way, in a rusted barrow
Burning wood and paper,
Flack grey ash flicker in air.
Black-ash flummoxed hands of newsboy,
Man’s hands inclement in flumeTo sell the headline of ourselves.

1024 cellos for Nam

broken violin

Everything falling over

Compression pixilating the smear of overlay

This is not a video

4 barely animated collages

1024 layers of one charlotte moorman cello sample

HAPPY LUCK NAM

whoop-de-doo (to be read aloud)

Brand History

The Kato 冨 loyal retainer turning aside 1947 August Tokyo
graduate parents being Kamata Ku Ota, it is born as Mitsuo who
operates the shoes specialty store. When according to of the Shibuya
park, レディス you open the store of the men's shoes in the
seventies, at that time do not set and seem, beginning the order shoes
the time where the hippie movement starts with the society, the show
biz celebrity and the fashion people all together the custom-made
pantaloons boots and the thick bottom boots had come to making to
Shibuya. Expectation of the item of lady's entity, every repeats day
the men's customer increasing, you become aware in without being the
funny men's shoes in the market.

"The funny, pleasant, groovy shoes probably will be made! "

The manufacturer, you search the wholesaler and turn, but such
shoes do not exist in the market. As for the import shoes being very
expensive, furthermore procurement difficulty. It is difficult to
offer the shoes which the consumer wants. If "that it is, it probably
will make at the price which is easy to seek the shoes which by his
represents!" With determining that you initialize your own brand. The
men's only shoes brand which becomes independent in 1985 and at that
time is unusual even now, "whoop'-de-doo'" (フープディドゥ)
establishment. (The ぜ which with English "probably will be done
pleasantly! JAPANESE consciousness was attached strongly horseplay
"meaning) Kabuki" making use of the design which makes the く ま ど
り think to BRAND LOGO with handwriting ". If it went to market
survey to the fashion city in the world and such as New York, Los
Angeles, London, Paris, Milan and Dusseldorf there was an exhibition
of the shoes you went out to with the country of any.

The first collection of whoop-de-doo only they were the only 5 dots,,
it made to kind of round, but with method of thinking original ones,
it includes the lead-lead and the blue and 1 type 5 color expands,
installs the steel cap in the toe (forehead shoes) the domestic
manufacturer make. At DC brand zenith period especially
コムデギャルソン, Y's of ヨウジヤマモト as for the
shoes "of whoop'-de-doo'" caused popularity to that shop staff with
popularity. It spreads with word-of-mouth communication, 1987 formally
it registers popularity as the company.

Market survey to the foreign country which was continued from the time
of the brand initialization to become the edge, 1989 import company
"aff" establishment. Request for the special order of NANA, ISLAND
SURIPPER of BUFFALOW, BUNKER and SENDRA USA of JOHN FLOEVORG of
Dr.Marten's, George cox of UK, RED OR DEAD, JEFFERY WEST and CANADA
and SPAIN and WESCO etc. and offer of new design, the various brands
were introduced to the Japanese market.

"Whoop'EE'" of 2000 street casual BRAND (Hu tweet) is initialized. As
for "whoop'-de-doo'" タンナー of the skin and everything of
production process you adhered to domestic production to that, the
dress shoes and a little the casual "dress casual" mark it was BRAND
LINE whose commodity configuration is main, but making use of the
connection to the foreign country which is cultivated with the
establishment of aff, more casual LINE UP became possible.

Presently, Kato is included and 3 designers hold the exhibition of 4
times in year, do the new design announcement of 50 types or more in
the exhibition of one time, production foothold from the first, expand
the production of the Japanese country to the foreign country.

The thing making "of whoop-de-doo" starts from the making being packed
of the unique wooden form which the development of the skin and
dedicated craftsman starts shaving. As for the wooden form as for
delicate LINE it recreates many degrees, creates "three-dimensional
beauty". The skin in order desired color, to express the atmosphere of
the epidermis, dyes many degrees, tans, administers the finish. That
part is brought to the manufacturer and after normal production
process ends, by the fact that abundance it iterates the uniqueness
finish, "whoop'-de-doo'" specific atmosphere is completed.

Other than theme every of season, there is Kato's prejudice which is
consistent from establishment that time. "Destructive fixed turn of
concept" is smashed, mind and thought and the technique which from
state of nothing are in that times are designated as the shoes. The
sense of value presently color prospers in the shoes, continues to
dispatch to the market densely.

look down : tupoj

you consent to each and every pool at your feet, whether warped and ruled by delirium or blindly packaged to deal sky lit insights, matchstick sidetracks and fake saviours dithering in the margins at a sequence of fetch and abolish muscle madness, taming an uncomplicated comeback to manage its own clamber

a child's cipher

a perfect day for nothing

gold turns to black, micro-text,
packing yelling racing, stay on
the radar, writing on the head
of a pin, on and beyond and above,
a perfect day for nothing, also
ought six, adds up to fifty-one
cents, trance forward, jay-ville,
the money limit, extravagant
hallmarks of the carnival,
blistered concrete, ludefisk,
burntspoon, a voight-kampff
test, thru the dot com lense,
psychopathic kittens, replica
network, feel the day, alpine
house, ridi, disease etiquette,

singingfish.com : RIP

As of February 7, 2007 all hits to Singingfish on the Internet are being redirected to AOL Video. — Wikipedia entry on Singingfish

somebody's fucking with sound
I don't know where he comes from
that big creep with headphones
and a box that looks like a radio

I don't know what his game is
but he's fucking with sound
and he's not kidding, no way.

don't listen to the sparklers at the parade.
don't perk up with the rest of the crowd.
somebody's messing with the digits
and picking up fingers we forgot to take.

Helpful Hints No. 2

Spelltext in Cobalt

The Filmmaker sees the letters combined for the first time and her camera is more of a writing tool than a lens. Sky is the procenium to shining blue particles of each letter emerging wordward. The instruments consider the melodic value of each letter, spelling out a possible sound, one improvised conversion amid a fragment of the alphabet. You are overhearing semantic objects arranged in an extra-literary dreamtime. Meaning in the mirror is closer than it appears.

okay

love were a make

love were a make
and believe was a reel
but an ancient bell
igerent tome is required
for the class of prof. S. or not
wake us from fog into func
tion. As friends ships set sail to
the south side of tongue
brought back to report
nothing involved but a bell
is a glimpse into org.
as m is an urderous ding is a hunger
dong is a wily urging to pur
chase the dream of subcon-scious
realty in scapes
of waterfront
(maybe there's lakes
in airy izona?) And so class has .com
minced and here they all come
one by one e(s)qualling none
now to the feature press
anticipation
If love were a make and
believe were a movie
we'd be
all-out
shooting stars
not editing equations on the
chapters
of if

Sand Grains Dream

Every month a grain of sand is chosen
to be swallowed by an oyster, and to grow
wrapped in white layer upon layer
of waxy oyster dreams. From dark nothing
to perfect shining roundness—fourteen days.
Then backwards dreaming, gibbous, crescent, dark.
The oyster opens up and spits it out,
a grain of sand awakens, musing:
“I dreamed I was the moon.”

fashion of wounding wounded fast or festeburg festering to fessed up festus

FSLR

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paper mill mulled wine framed rim job jobless jabir alchemy holos cholos weave and pitch tent trap asp hospital pittance attitude these people those people what people in factory disc undressing room ur pyramimyrmidons the gaggite esthers shook objective is to take advantage as one of the heraldic colours
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Spectators rattling in the stands

Spectators rattlingIn the stands
Metal chairs pushedAside
Tom tom tom
Tone talk
Pow wow
Letting out.

Some Thoughts on Thinking

I’ve been giving some thought to thinking, something I am prone to do, and this is what I thought up. What I think is thinking might in fact not be thinking at all but some evil genius putting thoughts in my head. Now if we concede that this evil genius does in fact exist and is not simply a figment of my imagination, which given his or her evilness would be moot, as he or she would be the source of my imagination, thereby reinforcing the notion of me having no thoughts of my own, then when I think I’m thinking, thinking my own thoughts, I’d be sorely mistaken. Now if I am correct, which I seldom am, this evil genius is part and parcel of the solipsism of Rene Descartes, the father of cogito ergo sum. If this is true, which of course is moot, as how would I know not having thoughts of my own, then it would be reasonable to assume that this Rene Descartes, dare I say, is the evil genius. And if this is so, then he is to blame for the horrible thoughts I am having right now. Anyhow, thinking is highly overrated, and given this evil genius crap, not worth giving a second thought to.

A Book of Giants

Dodo road adorn
pools grok wobbly winds adorn
nayk idolatry solid grok aspiringspurt to portal alibis ostrich
again crawl
wobbly skirl swamp moon
know about abyss clockwork

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give us auteurs
a uterus

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this double
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mo' men tum
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look l a mazed
of sore dead ends
and eraser
blades

at first kis met
rock a fellers
world
but
through the years
it seems
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of a dam nation
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what
makes the man

prose in dg minor which is almost trimetric-sprung-rhythm sauf à la lettre

comme s'il y avait toujours
as if there was always
un peu moins dans la solution
a bit less in the solution
que dans le problème, ce qui
than in the problem, which is
revient à dire comme
the same as saying as if
s'il y avait toujours
there was always
un peu plus dans le problème, à la lettre,
a bit more in the problem, literally à la lettre,
que dans la solution, ce qui
than in the solution, which
pourrait se recouper avec
could also overlap with
comme s'il y avait toujours
as if there was always
un peu moins dans la réponse
a bit less in the answer
que dans la question, ce qui est
than in the question, which is
ce que dit blanchot, à la lettre,
what blanchot says, literally à la lettre,
dans l'attente l'oubli, ou
in l'attente l'oubli, or
dans l'oublie latente de ce roulage
in the awaiting lublivion

Love Dead To The Mind

Love dead to the mind
Dies in the heart
At it own speed
Wilted from the topIt leaves its roots
Veins through out the heart
Far to deep for reaching
Without tearing the ground apart.

Rock Collectors

Repost from Poetry is a way of life, lost (to me)

Some nights I dream of a stupid lover
Someone who would look upon my body and see
Not a conduit
To seas of his own imagining but
An envelope
My mortal coil
All I'll ever have be
And there would be veneration apace
I'd give, too
See, the poet's eye is fine and mad
As is his hand, and bad
But his becoming? Bigger than this body
No sea I
Though green and gleaming
Jellyfish aquiver in a saltwater puddle
Spread and spreading
Limbs akimbo with want
For you, my stupid lover,
To seize

The Light Bulb

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I think man got the idea for the light bulb from those cartoons when someone gets an idea.


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