Any non empirical approach compels outsourced argument.
I’ll try for an overweight blunt invention
of the non willed state, or what some call civil
efficacy for streamlined intake. Let’s soak up the view.
4/19/24
That thing? It’s a slide knot. Or a kind of travel document. We have functional props for digging up emotions and this much-circulated vocabulary of affects.
To learn something about what you mean is to let fine fettle overcome despair, swamp entropy. For a quiet start, take down zero gravity bans. But you don’t keep any larvae. They’re apart. Their cloying song goes out mutely and you feel a need to ache in their baby blue blather, calmly accruing intimacy. Hey —
Never stop prospecting.
To learn something about what you mean is to let fine fettle overcome despair, swamp entropy. For a quiet start, take down zero gravity bans. But you don’t keep any larvae. They’re apart. Their cloying song goes out mutely and you feel a need to ache in their baby blue blather, calmly accruing intimacy. Hey —
Never stop prospecting.
36: Radical repetitions. There they go. Altho each seems the same,
you’re the one, almost mine. You get so far and stop. And you’re not alone.
And so you’re not my only delight — for neither of us is solely the other’s. It’s a shame tho we honor our inner lives, love dividing us into blotted hours, alone. I confess — or let me confess here — we are separable here, each shamed into taking up other loves of one sort with altered effects —
Your love, mine — honored remains from our nervous systems that distort us both, it seems, set to break in two (but still don’t), both borne alone repeatedly.
you’re the one, almost mine. You get so far and stop. And you’re not alone.
And so you’re not my only delight — for neither of us is solely the other’s. It’s a shame tho we honor our inner lives, love dividing us into blotted hours, alone. I confess — or let me confess here — we are separable here, each shamed into taking up other loves of one sort with altered effects —
Your love, mine — honored remains from our nervous systems that distort us both, it seems, set to break in two (but still don’t), both borne alone repeatedly.
4/18/24
I do my best and worst work north of you but best or worst is nothing if unobserved.
And I still get picked on — now in a major way.
But business proceeds — I stick in a little yoga. Then I run after you
thinking what a complete idiot. I am. My hair’s havoc, I’ll have restructured abs.
The contextual self, yourself, is fascinating, perhaps to squelch a tautology of pleasure smelling of abs.
And I still get picked on — now in a major way.
But business proceeds — I stick in a little yoga. Then I run after you
thinking what a complete idiot. I am. My hair’s havoc, I’ll have restructured abs.
The contextual self, yourself, is fascinating, perhaps to squelch a tautology of pleasure smelling of abs.
146: I’m talking to you in American.
Our futurist savior went missing. No more dying then? No lie, I watched us dream within a.i. economics, weeding and planting over a long radius, destabilizing molecules that eat itty Taos. Our body losses. Our Taos. Along with ooters and rhombus-gatherers, all doing their time respectively — great work for the power preserve. A ton of cuts to molecule restructure, with chops on key language turns. Our biggest ideas — not from Asia, but time itself, on lease. Enough time for epic sums of cuts along with 21st century instrumentation reduced to dust whirls from open combat. (Maybe some new futurists / feminists will clear the air. Gulp.)
Don’t know. Not going to lie. (Ideologues often get stuck on a make-sense line.)
Our futurist savior went missing. No more dying then? No lie, I watched us dream within a.i. economics, weeding and planting over a long radius, destabilizing molecules that eat itty Taos. Our body losses. Our Taos. Along with ooters and rhombus-gatherers, all doing their time respectively — great work for the power preserve. A ton of cuts to molecule restructure, with chops on key language turns. Our biggest ideas — not from Asia, but time itself, on lease. Enough time for epic sums of cuts along with 21st century instrumentation reduced to dust whirls from open combat. (Maybe some new futurists / feminists will clear the air. Gulp.)
Don’t know. Not going to lie. (Ideologues often get stuck on a make-sense line.)
At some tiny level there’s spontaneous disintegration of what’s on my mind until I find myself in a “half-life” where speech still matters.
By way of a PS on bohemians, Schuyler (ravaged of course) was more of one than Ginsberg, unravaged. And Brainard (ravaged then unravaged then ravaged) was a big boho. Auden? Think so. Jim Brodey, a boho. Even less narrowly, Harry Matthews.
By way of a PS on bohemians, Schuyler (ravaged of course) was more of one than Ginsberg, unravaged. And Brainard (ravaged then unravaged then ravaged) was a big boho. Auden? Think so. Jim Brodey, a boho. Even less narrowly, Harry Matthews.
4/17/24
Outdoors a muted roll call gathers under bright archways,
A hazard to papery aircraft taking off.
We’ll be seen for sure...
Don’t know why we are in this automatic summation now or a few seconds from now after others’ surveillance but before I look you over, with only a few spy cams to snatch our poise inside hypotheses and vice versa... the constant hiding.
A hazard to papery aircraft taking off.
We’ll be seen for sure...
Don’t know why we are in this automatic summation now or a few seconds from now after others’ surveillance but before I look you over, with only a few spy cams to snatch our poise inside hypotheses and vice versa... the constant hiding.
Sonnet 105: We express your idolatry as science. Fair, kind, true. Three at once.
Amazing to love you in praise of your science. Sum of sums!
Amazing to feel influenced by your themes, your scope, o many songs. Your idolatry
Affords me your love of a lifetime.
Take care, and take time you seem to say;
inspire small talk and wonder between you
while keeping your sum in view. You
look good put together.
Amazing to love you in praise of your science. Sum of sums!
Amazing to feel influenced by your themes, your scope, o many songs. Your idolatry
Affords me your love of a lifetime.
Take care, and take time you seem to say;
inspire small talk and wonder between you
while keeping your sum in view. You
look good put together.
4/16/24
Homeric language trends...
We can’t compress enough or too much. We were one people at one time (1,000,000 bce).
We also =
glistening statistics advanced by textuality. The underground =
stick abstractions and collisions within a dominant tribal (capitalist) identity.
ID traces out how to refine / displace any remnant of multicultural contempt.
Classification adjoined by adaptation passed thru descendants.
This break and entry ensue under a hot air balloon holding our beef jerky.
We can’t compress enough or too much. We were one people at one time (1,000,000 bce).
We also =
glistening statistics advanced by textuality. The underground =
stick abstractions and collisions within a dominant tribal (capitalist) identity.
ID traces out how to refine / displace any remnant of multicultural contempt.
Classification adjoined by adaptation passed thru descendants.
This break and entry ensue under a hot air balloon holding our beef jerky.
149: Cruelty goes by a few worshipful metaphors. Loving you, or not, down the road.. going against myself.. all due to future lunar invasions!
Heavenly and new, classic, easy, unforgettable metaphors to our surrounding revenge for taking off, fawning over you / fawning under you, quiet and respectful in everyday nudity. For nudity earned your just respect, commanded by your eyes. It will always be a swing reunion in that ritual expanse, a whole new side of narrow and hollow at center, a vacuum spinning wheels!
Heavenly and new, classic, easy, unforgettable metaphors to our surrounding revenge for taking off, fawning over you / fawning under you, quiet and respectful in everyday nudity. For nudity earned your just respect, commanded by your eyes. It will always be a swing reunion in that ritual expanse, a whole new side of narrow and hollow at center, a vacuum spinning wheels!
Meanwhile you’re almost epistemic staying awake, translating all you compose, the back of another dreaming.
Nothing accrues but a life of waking thoughts.
(Sleeping on nearly nothing
you can exit the profession at any point.) Humming inside, you can add features to nodules, like self-control in foundational philosophy.
Nothing accrues but a life of waking thoughts.
(Sleeping on nearly nothing
you can exit the profession at any point.) Humming inside, you can add features to nodules, like self-control in foundational philosophy.
4/15/24
Strategists at the barricades have been taking icky notes as the weather cooperates,
Where reputations precede character, the posterity of apprehension remains.
Who will advocate for peace to empower heavy sleep & exchange?
For example.
A {most-
Ly random swagger for the catch —
Qualified} crew enforce sampling
Coerced by the life of the owner’s party speaking.
Where reputations precede character, the posterity of apprehension remains.
Who will advocate for peace to empower heavy sleep & exchange?
For example.
A {most-
Ly random swagger for the catch —
Qualified} crew enforce sampling
Coerced by the life of the owner’s party speaking.
81: I forget so much memory is empowered by mistakes = my gentle verse.
Verse versus my taking umbrage to feed distortion = breathing from a common grave.
Fond pleas fracture time... your & my memories, all our deaths & morbidity — all survive.
For in men’s mouths death lives in thoughts of dying,
Thoughts still read aloud by tongues also re-rehearsing life with the dead. Haven’t I
lived to breathe your epitaph? Or do I lie?
Verse versus my taking umbrage to feed distortion = breathing from a common grave.
Fond pleas fracture time... your & my memories, all our deaths & morbidity — all survive.
For in men’s mouths death lives in thoughts of dying,
Thoughts still read aloud by tongues also re-rehearsing life with the dead. Haven’t I
lived to breathe your epitaph? Or do I lie?
4/14/24
Inundated with liberty, I talk thus in mocking forms. It’s well after the game. My face — like yours — sports layers of sleep relief, realizing exponents of our wildest ambitions.
I thought as a lyricist you’d follow the leftover radiant forms — and soberly, even liberally, interact with them in unitary joy (if you can still breathe) —
(I’ve made it normal getting to this next point in our ongoing bear bar repartee.)
I thought as a lyricist you’d follow the leftover radiant forms — and soberly, even liberally, interact with them in unitary joy (if you can still breathe) —
(I’ve made it normal getting to this next point in our ongoing bear bar repartee.)
I can see your voice, binary to binary autosuggestion.
When it gets dark it happens fast.
We wanted to go to
This point, stabilizing the office — over the ocean
W/out ‘water- or personal-contact.’
1 enclosure without a pulpit, no dogma...
outdoor passages to enter then exit, sponsorship
spreading out in self-willful overloads of idiomatic design —
Skilled chattel, de-simplified, or notional contracts
between science and who knew?
Ironic technologies without precedent —
A corporate hold across manners and adaptations, restrained praxis
and hermetic syntax, all noun phrases.
When it gets dark it happens fast.
We wanted to go to
This point, stabilizing the office — over the ocean
W/out ‘water- or personal-contact.’
1 enclosure without a pulpit, no dogma...
outdoor passages to enter then exit, sponsorship
spreading out in self-willful overloads of idiomatic design —
Skilled chattel, de-simplified, or notional contracts
between science and who knew?
Ironic technologies without precedent —
A corporate hold across manners and adaptations, restrained praxis
and hermetic syntax, all noun phrases.
153: & so. I’m ready.
Ready for these proving grounds in which I solve:
1. Love / god / heart inflaming fire: Steep ground, unwise yet wise
since love-kindling abounds — as well as — coincidental as loving golf & going to golf school.
2. New heat every time, your eyes — no cure for this —
your eyes are the beginning for me as my swing improves in their flare.
3. & so we’re teed up for a trial bath, in your eyes —
Heated inside each word I borrow or steal —
Syllables fall in a ‘Cupid fountain’ of steam & desire, sick withal
curing us & others with love.
Ready for these proving grounds in which I solve:
1. Love / god / heart inflaming fire: Steep ground, unwise yet wise
since love-kindling abounds — as well as — coincidental as loving golf & going to golf school.
2. New heat every time, your eyes — no cure for this —
your eyes are the beginning for me as my swing improves in their flare.
3. & so we’re teed up for a trial bath, in your eyes —
Heated inside each word I borrow or steal —
Syllables fall in a ‘Cupid fountain’ of steam & desire, sick withal
curing us & others with love.
At the Tropicana
They call us flummoxers amid the full time wash of copters.
We panelists are on a biz talk show with no host
As photons reinvest in the world, leaping out of windows.
Moving in our direction with startling humility and alacrity..
Here I am as genealogies of specialists file off.
Specialists, yes, rebuilding requires verbs tied to such esthetics that numb.
I’m the underdog here, emotionally maligned, an amalgam channel
-ing of normality, sleep, hope, repeating.
They call us flummoxers amid the full time wash of copters.
We panelists are on a biz talk show with no host
As photons reinvest in the world, leaping out of windows.
Moving in our direction with startling humility and alacrity..
Here I am as genealogies of specialists file off.
Specialists, yes, rebuilding requires verbs tied to such esthetics that numb.
I’m the underdog here, emotionally maligned, an amalgam channel
-ing of normality, sleep, hope, repeating.
4/13/24
Nice beachfront but there are so many fewer nouns
and fewer bonds with poetry, not doubting itself (if only a little) —
it seems immaterial — immaterial, 1 of those 2-headed enigmas :
nothing much and — hey! — another ghosty phrase —
giving away to how far the modern quill doth come too short,
an eerie surfeiting metamorphosis.
and fewer bonds with poetry, not doubting itself (if only a little) —
it seems immaterial — immaterial, 1 of those 2-headed enigmas :
nothing much and — hey! — another ghosty phrase —
giving away to how far the modern quill doth come too short,
an eerie surfeiting metamorphosis.
45: Sir, libido and swift words send and return messages — coming back as light air (thoughts) and rapid fire (desire). Air and fire are both with you (wherever I am).
When I hear nothing from you — I’m no longer glad or assured, merely present-absent, oppressed by melancholy
as it were.
It feels I’ve sent my desire away, far away from me, sad for you.
When I hear nothing from you — I’m no longer glad or assured, merely present-absent, oppressed by melancholy
as it were.
It feels I’ve sent my desire away, far away from me, sad for you.
4/12/24
Amerigo fell into swelter in untamed aromas
that led his black olive dogs to you, making clear
his off rhyme, his blank stare =
a blast furnace expending heat.
Amerigo pulls the curtains revealing the dog-permitted street
where pet people pass by in walk-on roles.
My quandary repeats among aromas from hydrangea in labor
Yet it’s with Bonnard’s vision of pleasure I’d be holding you for conniving to carpet silence. O Amerigo —
Another wish unfulfilled as you and I round off contrasting demands of flimsy seriality and sequence, conquering death with more choices and repose.
that led his black olive dogs to you, making clear
his off rhyme, his blank stare =
a blast furnace expending heat.
Amerigo pulls the curtains revealing the dog-permitted street
where pet people pass by in walk-on roles.
My quandary repeats among aromas from hydrangea in labor
Yet it’s with Bonnard’s vision of pleasure I’d be holding you for conniving to carpet silence. O Amerigo —
Another wish unfulfilled as you and I round off contrasting demands of flimsy seriality and sequence, conquering death with more choices and repose.
This is our ur-season & with these search times I am free to cut nothing off.
Not even a con anarchist.
Under pre-season conditions, your questions washed over me —
For starters: Did I test, lease, defame to get the best?
& the answers in a future wherever that is if ...
Is it time or times?
Personally, I maintain a liberal, apolitical esthetic once more.
The colony is firmly democratized, sir. You sir.
Other voices from the porch directed to violent finches in the sky,
The season seemed & was interpenetrations of parallel scenery
Et al in all of this.
Not even a con anarchist.
Under pre-season conditions, your questions washed over me —
For starters: Did I test, lease, defame to get the best?
& the answers in a future wherever that is if ...
Is it time or times?
Personally, I maintain a liberal, apolitical esthetic once more.
The colony is firmly democratized, sir. You sir.
Other voices from the porch directed to violent finches in the sky,
The season seemed & was interpenetrations of parallel scenery
Et al in all of this.
[adverb not here] I can’t face facts auf deutsch. I invented my elbow railing
thru intimation, insinuation, innuendo.
Also it was something I ate control-grouped by coughing.
Never believe quite a theory, we never say it’s only conjecture.
To translate costs a constellation or a bundle of heart, faint of.
Also it was something I ate control-grouped by coughing.
Never believe quite a theory, we never say it’s only conjecture.
To translate costs a constellation or a bundle of heart, faint of.
4/11/24
José has a libido viewable within antic constructions...
A log cabin for paired centrists, a flight down,
A perimeter of memory foam and asphalt where metamorphoses are cast off.
Just for the deep ride we round this into latinate stencils for amnesia’s willfully
fixed width...
Spirals discharge. You were great, shook up, yoked.
A log cabin for paired centrists, a flight down,
A perimeter of memory foam and asphalt where metamorphoses are cast off.
Just for the deep ride we round this into latinate stencils for amnesia’s willfully
fixed width...
Spirals discharge. You were great, shook up, yoked.
103: You’re showing up more. I got wind of it, put you in
Just to make our list. I’m from and form the periphery;
My muse makes it so. Don’t blame me.
Say I’ll be back. We’ll look into it. You never can tell.
Poverty is all right but not extreme poverty. Without you I’m barely striving
“How do I love you and have the scope,
And again expect no help?”
Some things you need to whisper again and more, much more ..
(I forget now what you sound like.)
Just to make our list. I’m from and form the periphery;
My muse makes it so. Don’t blame me.
Say I’ll be back. We’ll look into it. You never can tell.
Poverty is all right but not extreme poverty. Without you I’m barely striving
“How do I love you and have the scope,
And again expect no help?”
Some things you need to whisper again and more, much more ..
(I forget now what you sound like.)
4/10/24
30: Losses restored?
Often there’s a new thought of a good friend — I think of you — the words we had or not— all our words forgoing consequences. Our moaning sessions went to grief, since we knew woe, even when it’s sweet, brings up grieving of in the past — wastes of time.
Yet I take liberties grieving now… I had a dream of fair housing: Free-range light and dark in the clerestory to our lair... where sorrow ends. Some of us were going there after work. My treat, even now. Would you like to come?
Often there’s a new thought of a good friend — I think of you — the words we had or not— all our words forgoing consequences. Our moaning sessions went to grief, since we knew woe, even when it’s sweet, brings up grieving of in the past — wastes of time.
Yet I take liberties grieving now… I had a dream of fair housing: Free-range light and dark in the clerestory to our lair... where sorrow ends. Some of us were going there after work. My treat, even now. Would you like to come?
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