..:: CONTENTS ::..

..:: POETRY ::..
Sarah Trott
  monumental
Christopher Eaton
  Poems for Burning Down Black Ark
Jennifer Dearinger
  the cup having not been washed of the rifle under the bed
  indian head nickels
  crystal serving plate
  wrapped in the sheets
  dirtied knees from somewhere
  _______
  unscattered ashes
mIEKAL aND
  JOSEPHY BEUYS, the day gurdjieff died
  Row Under Rivers
  Avant Garde Country of Contemporary Art
Jeffrey Schrader
  Ships in Bottles
  Deconstruction of V
  From “Pittsburgh Notes”
Noah Eli Gordon
  from Jaywalking the Is
David Applegate
  [A silent]
  [I don't know]
  [You juggled]
  [Our sky]
Lynn Strongin
  MOVED TO. . .
Amy King
  Leisurama Porn Couples Dance
  How To Make a Painting
Bill Stobb
  Poem for an American Barbeque
  I Truly Believe Bill Gates is a Good Person
  Spiraling
Jason Fraley
  Evidence
Friedrich Kerksieck & Aaron James McNally
  Untitled
M. Mara-Ann
  A Running Horse Veiled
J.D. Mitchell-Lumsden
  (fatehah)
  (on air late sunday evening)
  (the women, an intercepted letter)
  (to us)
  (elections)
  (fatwa ii)
Lizzie Brock
  Work that Body
  Untitled
Jacob Eichert
  Untitled (film/dvd)

..:: PROSE ::..
Powell Burke
  Evensong
Michael Chacko Daniels
  Touch me? Vaya Con Dios inbound on the 22 Fillmore!
Sandra Hunter
  Take It Away
Paul Kavanagh
  Photography
Paul Silverman
  Letter To B

..:: ETC ::..
  Contributor's Notes
  Legals
 

..:: ARCHIVES ::..
  Volume I, Issue I
  Volume I, Issue II
  Volume II, Issue I

 


Avant Garde Country of Contemporary Art
mIEKAL aND

     

cyclic overwisening let loose of the grip the
museum walls invaritably smash.  CLOSED
the baby laying in the warriors hands dah saxon
with double reed windpipe chanting & inviting
approach.      STAND IN TREE     the museum walls
are painted as a buzzing outlasting building
& when daily people walkcrawlscatter into the
enclosure.     THE WALLS PULSE WITH PERCUSSION

direct interaction with the sculpture surface;
a wall worth mentioning he said against the student
erasing the balance.     sagging wind along
colors & line out with grain & trying.     THOUGHTS
ARE IMMEDIATE & TEMPORARY     once inside the
student erased the apostrophe a created matrix
of interaction widen or slack to tend the structure.
THE WALL WILL STAND     as he stooped over the stereo
the whirling disc maybe pale with paint & applied
layers.     BACK THRU THE SITUATION     each viewer
tries something different, early in the morning
every viewer looked as the one before and the
one after.     TEMPORARY SENSE SEEKING     or when they
looked out the window the apostrophe asked the
visitors about clues & conclusions.     THERE IS
NOT ONE WAY TO DISCUSS THIS OBJECT     a stream
nearby provided duck & geese whom chorused cheers
& synchronous noddings of agreement.     ADDRESS
THE PERSONALITY AT HAND WITH LESS PRESUMPTION  and
looking out the window the apostrophe might
contend architecture stands history unnoticed, its
temporariness modeling & unmod--     A HOUSE COVERED
WITH XEROX STRATA     he switched the channel of his
painted TV it blared out "INFORMATION READOUT"
and one at a time spectators enumerated myth
& acceptance of difference on the very principal
that remains temporary the crying bird looping blue
against blue grain sky.     A PIECE OF WRITING ADMITS
ITS ENTRANCE     the library was a repository for
dilettante culture so the extant source of subculture
became oral by nature to duplicate itself.     PASS
THESE WORDS CHOSEN EXPECTANCE OBVIOUS     she admitted
to her successor that the room they had just entered
contained many surprises & was without placement.
ANOTHER WORD FOR TAPERING IS HONING IS ONE ABOUT THE
OTHER     if so much activity takes place on the
street everyday the trespassers must feel a sense
of belonging after ritual invocation of the space.
the museum walls erected temporarily cast a
trapezoidal shadow to one side & a crowd of
people on the other.     A TRIBUTE TO THE MINDLESS
OP     as we go along the canoe ventures further
into the glade.     squat on the back of coast a
gator allied your suspicion, you dig the paddle
deeper into the water.

                                the slap of     the paddle
marks the trace of water and such alligators
emerge from the water as you wouldn't.     NONE
MOREE NOIN     the edges of the room crevice no
disappointment. when she started looking for
her companion the air was disturbed with laughter
& she thought someone was talking to her.    but
now, down under the covers some alone body
rinsing itself in sleep,

                                  an old man was talking
in his sleep & it sounded like an oboe or I
would say an instrument calling out in labor
intestine holding.     MANY LAYERS OF SOUND EXIST
IN THE INWARD NOISE DISMISSED AS CONFUSION
no extract of his personality was labeled for
inclusion in the museum & if the wowing public
really mooched their way into view they could
detect little/no flapping....

                                      THE RELATIVES
OF ARTISTS ARE RARELY INCISED TO BENIGN     some
years spent paging thru book of images & bio-
graphies & notations to invent the future. Wassily
Kandinsky was marched before the canvas & a class
room of brash smashing painters sketched & modeled
him. lines were drawn around & into
a point further within the surface of their
paper. a line dissolved with inspection the
line appears to contain more information than
the happen would allow. Kandinsky matters to
suggestion more than knocking & hauling the
stone of his grave. blue & bulging amid
sunset a cromlech of stone tottered at its point
of energici.     CA CA AMONG THE TRANSPARENT
CONVERSING     no more than one living animal made
a noise sound music at a time.

                                        I was in the
woods of my ufo childhood & this arrangement
of speaking & in the front of my head I tonguelicked
any other part of my signing, so I heard
my friend turn over in sleep & repeat a poem
in Persian.

                the ufo landed like a thick leather
belt swung over many heads. I have been unloaded
into another transport but no body for control.
RADIO CONTROL MODEL     do you remember the dictionary
beside the stack of books next to the heater.
a boy your sister knew would read them 7 tome
& scheme the whirling course of literature & so as
to speak to the moment with accomplishment
a body stepped out of its shoes & performed
elsewhere.     BITE ACTION AMONG DANCERS WITH ROPES
& BRILLIANTLY STRIPED VESSELS

"you know that you spoke to her mine of thumbing
inference & equation little minute away from
being spilled into a manner & blowing your hands
aways from your body away to alone bench.
New York City received visitors for years before
the artists noticed resemblance & their permanency
vanished, so temporary fugue a nailed down closed
book. everyone who walked past it thought it silly
& abstract. not everyone stopped to bend over &
try to pry open the cover. hardly a visitor endured
the sanctified language & momentary lapping of
ideas.     CONCENTRIC AURAS OF WATER MAKE
PROUD THE HEALTH OF PRISONERS     the appointed
passion rigged & pulped. as the fugitive body
scaled the wall, hurled over & disappeared to the
other side some sense of analogy hastened the
apostrophe.

De battle ling of tapping heavy vibro landy body we
are dark heavy remote. A part of the museum is runaway
sending power.

By now the shape of heaviness plunged for breath they
eat down the tapping top of the switch under shot of haze

And perturbance man in the doorway you know to stand
across the aisle from gift right heritage. Bother you
know the right words slam to hurt and chunk of table.
Removed from reality people face no new concerns only
take in transit of polite heaven-----no mind or matter
in usage. They bother to stand the dram on end.

The dog of bantu sunhouse is bathing for a night. Left
from the night before is a giant urn of water it would
dispel everything by numerous taste. You cant own up
to knowing or for the dance of bright intra speculation.
No dagger susceptible plunge is wont, location for
vag.

Complete daytime wondering will day of glow and purpose
to detain the bomp guss will underlay the certainty-----
museum in a bottle and the cork is plunged in the startled
neck or the belly of the bottle is gas floating and waves
of tiny colors appearing out of lines and fractions-----


Too many noble doves have lifted the roof off the operation,
the banister to the stairs winds high enough to circle
out of site. the tapping under finish is a story we bend
and flipper the descent. Bent over in the fashion of the
guitar the old man finished his decay. And this leads us
further into the normalcy future, small obstacles fled from
the graven pathhold-----any worry has worked beneath the
speech and conversation in the avant garde country
------optical knowing will take the form of construction
making things to produce energy------the obelisk to drive the
space transport moveable space, transference to
depend on touch or vehicle of suppression. One two hold
upto the light a turned out document or a suitcase full
of writing. Any old man in his piss wrecked room writing
for years in the ancient

the museum stands built in our front yard &
the neighbors have abandoned their houses &
fled for near cities, retired from art he
said to me before YOU lose the shaking &
venture of spirit that bottles your
gelatin world. I look looked at him he
shouldn't stand so close to me when he says
that, my world you know. private or I speak
as lenient boy always harmed or never understood
why they are ranting my world.
muddy eyes. world vision pro teaming bodies
are the league of mental distaste, the dogs
are eating from the table, chew bone & lick
their bodies hollow & I am beating for
difference. what you see.

down decent reminders are walking hence
& amid the dog they rip & shuttle toward
gaining speed gaining mention & behavior
in spheres of the automatic world learnings.
I am told that there is not comparison with
many of the subtle species that we have
yet to experience, & in fact don't know
where the patience of mind had bandied
the restless body.

look at it tomorrow lying in virtual cold
sun.

to be told what to hear, she sidled up
next mans body & gave him the lonely job
of hurtling crest & leaning against the
sinking museum. I trust that the patients
have left collaboration, what are they
chiming about & who do they acquire skills
from, gong of simple actions, manner,
manner that I am toasting this occasion
all along.

  

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