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2016/05/28

saturday

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  did your bk progress?

  it did
 
 what's next?
   not pretending
              
              neither false nor real contenders,
             in summer's leaf,


    taking?

  leaf-taking,
  leaves taking,



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2016/05/26

. the work..

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   the work of poetry's     at night and day pushing limiting resources to exploit what's novel in the range and sense of  a word
 a wound moultinng

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 it happen     

                                            it happy 

happen 

hap       














 happiness 

  they can laugh at me for being different but I'm laughing at them all the while for being the same

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 t hink about it

  who has the same  feet from day to afternoon?

     what arms of  deferral defender reckon the space of living  

knowing you're not a majority



         |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| the breathin' word's not the same as the written word ||||||||||


 ________________________________  but the living writing word  is the conjunction of both?||||||||||||






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what is indented?

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                             what is an indented space  theories of practice not the super-ego of reaction?


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the super ego  in literary performance is the imagined critical

(i.e. the negative taking down of what's novel and unheard of  .... )

 it's not the true enquiring mind asking what is  the imaginative mind is really 

doing while
working   

workingwith words or other things,


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2016/05/25

n'air



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                  near end of may ... Maya? end of illusion.. poetry's a way of looking at things... am i looking at things? or.. dreaming of them...

 between the breath of book and being  .. the long poem hidden  ... tucked off in the fabric of the leaves....

   and a conversation with a woman ...

                           endured for months  ... was that poetry? what's poetry if it's not glove! Glove! Are you being stupendous?

A glove fair
   a n               air            love


                                 each tick of a word has to be a  play of posSibles and not the super-ego of poetry and self criticism

          lauded in the protectionism of the   ego  the go's self  the





----------- do you print y ' our    blogs your printed imagined book?



sum reader want  books  buh whah is a   Book?
a book's something you carry in the bus
  not hand sanitizer

        there are people who wants  busses with that on them! assholes!

paranoid jackasss ... next thing you know the shit's stuck to the ass of the un i verse  


  i printed my mouth       test test test    o testicles o testament


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2016/05/19

re: better best...





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Re: best better bestest



 was the echo of  a phrase of interest,



  how the dog ? beats the master   perhaps a question derived or secreted from its ,



   

  today we will see,



writing is a  speed,



if the speed's taken away,



its performance  loses,



  like as when,  wen, went, whence, it's

a



pushcart



lover,



a  funny little



 w ord rising up there,



 but here as opposed to the books, the breath



of the living word's not tarnished,



      harnassed,









  ~





__ 'comes to a dead halt'

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 like a horse,
 
  no  , like a desiring machine,   it starts to work again, when it's broken  ,



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2016/05/18

You pierre felix





You, Pierre Felix obtuse charming Saint Idiot Spinoza becomings am the true (and tried) author of these blogs ______ also known as schizo your heart's friend. I, fictive sullen charming worn to the soles of love and its packaging. Hard pressed by time and ovaries, I am the samba to the damba ~




----------------------- there's' some false text below which brings us back to the question of the false pretender.


all true sailors have their degrees and Mister CD or Clifford Duffy or whatever bloggist pseudonyn he writeth under laden with falsity and perjury is no one but the voice of these halls as they spake English ligature.You think you are I . When I is who who is I who who's whose who is whos as whoose to hoosier plenitude is a bucket with many seats i n its behind derrière posterior

 

_____ Charming repose of exterior models and toys which animate
               idle hours you might
                                       Jill seizes up her horse shaw woof! gallop gallop Adam!
                              a climate in the dust answers no question a ringing in the right ear


_____________________ what you do make of that? 



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spring's moody veritable

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  May's veritable moody shifts in temperature don't really   .. and poor Fort McMurray and the  fires burning   ...


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2016/05/06

best better bestest



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  and what ?
                                              come along then with your folly




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2016/05/04

view

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 view 'n chew and you an beauty and too an you

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  So an so was not as original as me .. i found myself recording today.. and thus brings forth the matter of originality
and what it means,


  how it brings and does it bring self worth, dignity, love, and

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2016/05/03

je

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jesus - mavrone - thought the world was over they nailed him like a soldier



to his rood but he was wrong wasn't he? and the beech and ash and row of oak held up fast.
as the old god died new-one being-born borne its incarnated matter ever glow




__  as he was nailed like a soldier he became a figure of peach preaching the word of blog a  finger  at the fat boon Moon.

A  thing  like that can't be done,
can't be seen

 throw away one
 lose the rest

    things are connected      ~


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2016/05/01

re: ..oh!

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 a note

Re: ..oh!
 
  is a mere note, but what's a note, a musical thing impinging on the crater of being, the best of being  ~?


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