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         LISTEN
AT ME WHILE

I BLOW..I’M GOING TO BLOW, MAN……
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WHAT’S HAPPENING?...WHAT’S HAPPENING, GEM?...WHAT’S HAPPENING, GEM……
WHEN I CALLED NO ONE ANSWERED..WHAT’S HAPPENING, GEM?........
YOU’RE A GEM...I SAID YOU’RE A GEM...WHAT’S HAPPENING, GEM....
HOLY SMOKE***HOLY NIGHT***SILENT NIGHT...
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HOLY SMOKE IS ON THE BEAM..NATURALLY..HE’S THE MOON_beam

falling
       falling

              water becomes water

                                       over stone

the                wingèd

humans
are likely
shamanic auxiliaries – that

is,
flying anthropomorphs
clutching trophy heads.

But,
to quote
Emerson, “I know

better
than to
claim any completeness

for
my picture,
a change station

structure
that contains
nine switching paths

for
the ‘Zakko
Sound Galaxy’ … a

smooth
sohnd environment
that opens up

into
12 ‘blue’
lights … that wwirl

into
the ‘clouds
of the formings’ …”

ASH quash wash (See also OSH.) ASHT abashed undashed unlashed unthrashed (See ... decussate dedicate deescalate defecate deflocculate deflorate defoliate ......

.. heartburn mendocino goodnight sweetheart composer daddy thompson brink ..... hypnotised spindles oakenfold ssx ash urn neutral dropkick punks emogame ...... truckin dismissing defecate channelled incontinent machiavelli webcasts ...

mind your daddy dead, never mind nothing. Here, this here, is ...... like ash, dulling their buttery complexions and choking the lilt out ...... defecated on it and they loved more than anything the places where they shit”. (74-5). ...

... 2739636 crewmen 2739737766 crewperson 2739759 brewsky 274 ash 2742 crib ... dad 32337 fader 323377 faders 32339 daddy 323396 daddyo 323397 daddys 3237 dads ... feeble 3333 feed 33332283 defecate 333328 effect 3333464 feeding 3333673 ...... trip 8747233 upgrade 87543837 uplifter 876 urn 876225 trobak 87627 urmas ...

... and so part of his job was to disinter various urns and other ash repositories so they could ...... singing a song that urges it to defecate presents out the other end. ...... But Big Mama and Big Daddy certainly seemed to enjoy it. ...

... asceticism ascomycetes ascribe ascription aseptic asexual ash ashame ashamed ashen .... dad Dada Dadaism Dadaist daddy Dade Daedalus daffodil daffy dagger Dahl ... deerskin deerstalker deface default defeat defecate defect defector ..... urge urgency urgent urging Uri urinal urinary urine Uris urn Ursa Ursula ...

J. says one student message’d her an excuse for work lacking, claiming he suffer’d “attention defecate disorder. .... “Craw” twice in two days, daddy. To work. ..... If I understand Silliman correctly: a piece of writing is no stark urn, ..... Carmen suddenly up on hind legs peering up into the reaches of a big ash ...

... invent corrigendum sandwich Joanne megaton [Megatron?] urn shipshape rejoinder blush ... woodlot thankful barometer blockage Amoco area committed ash antonym Mukden tide .... indecomposable orb poor mammal radioastronomy defecate traitor trellis ..... vermin Giovanni despotic daddy part sheer IQ nut alphabetic ledge clonic ...

you
felt it
coming over you,

you
said. Describe
the sensation as

exactly
as you
can. Well, at

first
I just
kind of sensed

something
there. I
don’t know how

to
explain
that. Subjective sensations

me,
don’t subjective
sensations me. We’d

which,
when referring
and we’d which,

when
referring and
we’d which. In

the
room? Right,
just a presence,

or
just a …
You could feel

it.
And then
physically it’s like

a
tingling through
your shoulders. This

damned
ineffable vehicle
slurping its way

through
unspace. It
feels good. It’s

not
a bad
feeling. It’s a

real
pleasant sensation.
A little bit

of
uh-huh
and a whole

lot
of oh
yeah. How would

you
describe “tingle”?
Kreolization. Squiggly lines,

starlike
asterisks, very
(laughs) … (laughs). Rippling?

Yeah.
Makes you
see within the

shimmy?
Like different
cycles in the

anxious
night of
destabilization that is

the
condition of
the abject state,

yo.
Deutschmarks or
dollars, eating kittens

is
just plain
heartless. “I check

smoke
detectors.” (Sprays
something … no result).

“Lot
Of draft
From air conditioner …”

T K I T K T C O Y O E W Y F W F T R A S O H W P D T H I Y B???

Almost.
The key
is to keep

the
calluses on
your opponent’s eyes /

while
your freedom
works feverishly to

raise /
a slew
of horrifying walking

plants /
down the
hall in your

20%
off any
of hundreds of

thousands
of (/______/)
COUPON ON BACK *

and
our epiphenomena
can be scrambled.

* Coupon text:

            … you, incommensurate, therefore the hours shine:
            if I say to you “To you I say,” you have not been
            set to music, or broadcast live on the ghost
            radio …
                      -Reginald Shepherd, “You, Therefore”

Amor / is one word of two syllables, / spoken en two voices together / on invisible but bright planes, / mobile and at high temperature. We are all happening at once on a collapsible line, / and this is no test, underground river, / flowing eight hundred feet beneath us — a physically beautiful book. For even as infinity poured forth from zero This Cry, in its groundlessness, is heard as a (n)ever-arriving wave. “Look at this, a Chinese apple!” she will say, as if it suddenly dropped from a perfumed cloud, “lyric” — except for the 87.9% for whom it’s still just oxygen — “extravagance,” color & glitter, and a predilection for the (always almost excessively) sensual, along with the notion of “reinvention,” with its insinuation of a rescue operation, like you get on those well-intentioned radio stations that boast they’re “Keeping Jazz Alive.” Yet who would believe this creature next tilted back his head and yodelled oldle-oh-dee-odle-oh-dee-oh-de-odle which I cannot accurately reproduce here except to say that Woodchuck is said to have found it the most beautiful thing he had ever heard on earth and perhaps for this reason also the most unearthly detached and terrifying. Aphorism: Whereas History must be steered by the four elements, the fifth is crystalline, “Of fled immensities …” & The stars, which are cherished / Objects in a long dead / Game. Engulf me, ’til you thrive. Psych! / Ha! / A little less reverb on the veranda, s’il vous plait … the sun warm as ever, had grown somehow to be ripe beyond blue. “Did you say something tomorrow?” Think feedback, think big guitar god solo, “just for kicks” and “for keeps,” Did I say that it's good? It's fucking awesome. Expanding wave-front Boiling-over. As usual, the fire blazes like crazy / Only as loud as all kinds of sounds — (Does this put me at odds with the list members? To an extent with some. But to no avail, to no purpose; OH I can JUST ABOUT MAKE OUT the shape or ENVELOPE of this REMARKABLE BLUE HAZE which perneates [permeates? No, perneates] THAT VERY ATMOSPHERE KA KA KA OVER AND OVER AGAIN. / / I am writing this under the rose perfection of Bach's sonatas and par- titas for solo violin. You will be duly noted, your presence, your essence. The ocean looks the same, shallow. Who knew frog embryos and beetle larvae could be so beautiful? (Reversing earlier Romantic representations of bliss as ascension toward a kind of Neoplatonic disembodiment) “… This useless senseless loss is sovereignty.” You are contaminated within a great contamination upon the earth. The infectious disease of the soul/gram flesh-module. Cyber dog of God of et cetera! Oh! Oh, / gentle people who have made it / this far, twirled among red gourds in the yard. Perhaps there are metals in the wine we will never be able to urinate. Do not dupe the poet! Your farts have a Harry Partch musical quality. Boundaries lack edges. Such curvatures reach down to noise. Today / the still slow war / has gotten beyond me … (If anybody feels like perspiring [cough], I'd advise you to go ahead, because I’m sure going to. The skies the limit –– you’ll cap the warp you hatched. He is not in
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bloom in high contrast. Tulips. To paraphrase Gödel: Hello. My name is http://.org/. Feel free to read me, to fill my blanks, to click all my buttons. We are precisely where we think, no more. Let me show you my unfolding sunny spots of machinery. As sure as angular momentum is conserved, our luminously degenerate love will endure the entropy of the universe. … feel it in the one steak knife at a time. More water? Sure. It’s a mistake for you / to writhe in the passenger / seat. For instance. That reckless / Silence / The falling / Fruit. Here, then, is the gift of your exhaustion –– a precious animal stroked to transparency. I have dreamed great dreams … **

** I STAY / MELTED

[Note: Sources: Sun Ra, “language of the gods………………”, in Sun Ra, The Wisdom of Sun Ra: Sun Ra’s Polemical Broadsheets and Streetcorner Leaflets (ed. John Corbett); Michael Horovitz, A New Waste Land: Timeship Earth at Nillennium; Armand J Labbé, “Pre-Columbian Artistic Expressions of Indigenous Concepts of Soul”, in Ontology of Consciousness: Percipient Action (ed. Helmut Wautischer); Michael Magee, Emancipating Pragmatism: Emerson, Jazz, and Experimental Writing; Anthony Braxton, “When Chancey Speaks, The Number 3 Changes “Lights” 147”, as quoted in Mike Heffley, The Music of Anthony Braxton; 1st screen result of googling “defecated in daddy's ash urn”, a phrase I found in Joseph Wood’s “CARPETBAGGING: TUSKEGEE NATIONAL FOREST SUITE”, in Otoliths 12; David J Hufford, “Local Observation and Interpretation in Evaluating the ‘Spirit Hypothesis’”, in Wautischer; Harold Abramowitz, “Philosophic Investigation Crush”, in Fold Appropriate Text, v.1, 2007 (eds. Stan Apps and Mathew Timmons); K Silem Mohammad, “Ineffable Vehicle”, in Fold Appropriate Text; Marshall Soules, “Improvising Character: Jazz, the Actor, and Protocols of Improvisation”, footnote 1, in The Other Side of Nowhere: Jazz, Improvisation, and Communities in Dialogue (eds. Daniel Fishkin and Ajay Heble); Ronald M Radano, New Musical Figurations: Anthony Braxton’s Cultural Critique; Mark Hoover, “The Private Dancer (Tina Turner)”, in Fold Appropriate Text; Kara Walker, as quoted in Darby English, How to See a Work of Art in Total Darkness; K Silem Mohammad, “Peace Kitten”, as quoted by Mark Wallace, and Wallace himself, in Wallace’s “Meditations On a Deer Head: Reflections on K Silem Mohammad’s ‘Deer Head Nation’”, in Fold Appropriate Text; T K … Y B = (The key is to keep the calluses on your opponent’s eyes / while your freedom works feverishly to raise / a slew of horrifying walking plants / down the hall in your boxers): Drew Gardner, “Are You There God? It’s Me, Grover Norquist”, in MS Found in Grover’s Bottom (Fold Appropriate Text Special Literary Supplement) (eds. Stan Apps and Michael Timmons; junk mail postcard from Bed Bath & Beyond; Dan Richart, “INFECTION -A”, in Fold Appropriate Text; “Autopoiesis 2.3”; note found written on whiteboard in a study room, 3rd flr, Rivera Library, 9:00 a.m., 12 Feb 09]

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