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31 Oct 2006

nothing exposed inference <-^-> stammer, terror 23

nothing exposed inference, stammer terror 23

28 Oct 2006

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (47)

having claimed endorphins, now I revel in
endorphins, now that the endorphins
have come home to hide my sadness
all the sadness has gone in,
all pleasure is rehearsing
each rehearsal has gone well
and in mid-daylight every molecule
comes forth and fingers the indicatives
along the path my sadness, swollen only yesterday,
goes quiet every time I find it
having let endorphins be released
I know now patches of the sun
open to tips of light collected
in the act of sun
where all my sadness has gone flat
symphonic bliss comes naturally
the lithe tones limber as a trill
repeat themselves in character
respond to newfound selves
each one myself each happiness a mist
that softens sunlight whose own sunshine kin
lives breathfully
and even silence in the rest zone
laces figures of new speech
I claim to have allowed in with endorphins
having learned release

Get The Dog Off 2 - Alternating Realities (Stammer/Lacook/Crescent)

rhetor (terror stammer 23)



(editor out (mendicants ' carne impends personality?"

confusion doctoring the upswing opens proximity carne gradation undoer down hands sodium '
airbrush interference
leg vitalizer cornu in toes

night[ie] biddy ///.fir.mly / flattened

attached >>>>> the unicef useless flat out cycle diadem

pas.s.ion //the personality*( th
giddy wouldn't anymore
," soci round'd & it's
negative (colder) impends tabulator linked "slept ok cathodic protractor"

eye compass threaded through, skin edit needle quilt

protractor

protractor

mendicants

peaked prayer-stool in crimson; the slant-snapped not.o_chord

27 Oct 2006

Amazed (Neon)

crone paper m-al(l)

26 Oct 2006

Get The Dog Off (Stammer/Lacook/Crescent)

25 Oct 2006

This is Not (Ladypillow/Crescent)

The Scent of Skin

24 Oct 2006

2nd second <> video clip

that
second second
knowledge cringed in

merely freckling ignorance
next second
after


This hay(na)ku was posted by me last year on as/is, so in that perspective it's a reprise.
The new aspect is an experiment with a text to speech processor. I fed this t2s processor with the poem and added some images.

23 Oct 2006

curse of the baba yaga, ak 47

a machine gun
gives more
bang
curse of the baba yaga, ak 47; ©Dreaming in Neon 2006
<concatenate>
fresh storm of petals & manga neon

22 Oct 2006

Big Trouble (Pappa Jessica Fresh)

21 Oct 2006

CyberWorld (LadyPillow/Crescent)

20 Oct 2006

No title [aleatoric type]

Boris bacchus laureate soiree,
neutralis
shines out of your behind-pathogenesis
unblemished initiative,
idee fix it'sSurgery
gicalshe is anima too domini
literal e've set sail a thousand words
a little lifeDoppler Cool. Sort itshift
moulina little deaththe
tooth]it verseDirect 4 Uwound
imbibed on forehead,You.
W dejeunerI'm just like all the others
[imitative]Vous-mangez a chansonsashay
doppelganger you want Menage a trois
to sleep with my wife?
One TwoYou want them?
ASBOSasha is patholo
We'll finish at the finluncheon fish feel
fish thinkfish talk pantheonrougethe sunle
petite you [to Birth.

19 Oct 2006

wat jij wilt schat

wat jij wilt schat; ©Dreaming in Neon 2006

Swept 3 (Pappa Jessica Fresh/Crescent)

no title

Boris bacchus laureate
soiree, sashay doppelganger domini
you want to sleep with my wife?
Cool. Sort it

Menage a trois. One Two
You want them? ASBO
luncheon fish feel fish think
fish talk pantheon

Doppler shift moulin rouge
the sun shines out of your behind
le petite dejeuner
I'm just like you [to the tooth]

neutralis-pathogenesis
unblemished initiative,
idee fix it's all the others [imitative]
Vous-mangez a chanson

Sasha is pathological
she is anima too literal
Surgery Direct 4 U
wound imbibed on forehead,

You. We've set sail a thousand words
a little life
a little death
We'll finish at the finit verse

Birth.

adaption (ti la fa me)

skull reconstruction

T L F M


the dead duck of the
recrimininalised dodo sect
poohed the world
crumbling the multicura solution
credoing the lily pond mantra
think less fuck more!

TLFM

a cocktail of crescent's words and amsterdam graffiti with a touch of neon (shaken not stirred)

18 Oct 2006

Swept 2 (Pappa Jessica Fresh/Crescent)

variation Neon/Notfrog/Crescent/MachineGunBang 2

17 Oct 2006

Look @ Me 3 (LadyPillow/Crescent)

Neon/Notfrog/Crescent/MachineGunBang 2

16 Oct 2006

Look @ Me 2 (LadyPillow/Crescent)

Neon/notfrog/crecent2/machinegunBANG

The Fish

15 Oct 2006

LILY POND

DUCK DEAD KAC
D E AY I O U
CRUTCHES ARS ANATOMIA
ASTRONOMICAL FAILURE

KEEN TO SHOVEL SHIT
FROM THERE TO HERE LIMP
DI OR E A
POOH OVER THE WORLD

A DUCK (SHIFT THE BLAME)
FROM ONE DEAD LEG TO THE OTHER
CRUMBLE FROM WITHIN
ROTTEN APPLES

FEAR OF FEELINGS
INTUIT U R AFRAID
OF GIRLS RADICAL POLICY EQUATES
"NO WIN CONTRADICTION"

FEAR IMAGINATION
IMPOSSIBLE SOLUTION
LOSE THE TRUTH
A TISSUE OF ARSE WIPES

RECRIMINALISE MULTICULTURA
ONE STATE, SHIFT WEIGHT
DEMOCRATIC DESPOTISM
SHAFT HETEROSEXUALITY

IMPOSSIBLE OVER MECHANIZE
THE TRUTH IS THE MOST
PRACTICABLE OF LIES IN
SHITTY INGLAN' POND

A DROWNING DODO
SUBMERGED IN FAECES
SWOOP DOWN GREAT EAGLE
AIRLIFT TO "DUCK ARSE" LIMBO

intenta-reply to the improvisessionary



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scuba hotkey halibut

abnegator lately whose likelists droves at weasil roadrouge crucifixes
a crossarm roguery for fuckdiction impliesbreakdown of societyfluke of the capstone, press'tintense allegoryshould acerose be dragomen heremusic armlet herefor you the of arti i mustavoid poetrycards avec visatimbreoctave huit attendeuna goodyear final sombrietyfilmic des medico on cameraera airglow professorate on the turnstyleskivalitis

ne'er:

bravado for shirreply in motion:
I intermezzo shiteautomatic sludge
you on the disassimilation inncest zoroaster poolroom vole

a pheasantfucked as shitdead chirker whone'er 'eard of 'imthe representational canvasdesert of your backside

Reach

14 Oct 2006

A Vague Rememberance of the Shape of His Skill (portrait of notfrog)

Neon/Notfrog/Crescent 2

the curse of the baba yaga

the   Q cyber
curse of   which reality planes intersect
the baba yaga   is more real in that world


the curse of the baba yaga; Dreaming in Neon 2006



<#concatenate> fresh spray of petals <&>
tim gaze
<&> neon <=> transient manga

prelude to the curse of the baba yaga ~~~~~~

13 Oct 2006

Lost in Translation

Touch

12 Oct 2006

fuck 3 (Crescent)

Neon/Notfrog/Crescent

11 Oct 2006

a primitive expression of white (petal sprayer)

after neon's corpse-freezing; a hieroglyphic terattone erre(i)dit

10 Oct 2006

improvisessionary

Una nuccatta nuccatta nuccatta
en in on
neo revercs cirt ified
crackyness

arbroath
Uno Un for explicit tex
t I do alors
complicit implicit micogrogram

pica cosmic ya etre
aux shoe string
mao nao intent po
effit sado recherche

petit sublime as abstructive
as pottery summershadowbine
the hole sheik has it witdow
pro timbrate

duffa duffa fud
ge fuk out of ere
star lit dance halls
somnambulambent faust i

an tic too flatter me et
your self
wages for penance ice age artic
ulate anyone lately?

Harry K Stammers purcell like
lists grove at weasil road
rouge lorries a columbine metaphor for fuck
diction implies

breakdown of society
fluke of the womb, press't
intense allegory
should sir be music here

music down here
for you lose the state of art
i must i must
avoid process poetry

cards avec visatimbre
octave huit attende
una masque del sombriety
filmic film youth on camera

era error mac on the turnstyle
skivalitis ne'er re: message for shirley
reply in motion
I wish kitsch shite

automatic sludge
i'll fuck you on the railway inn
cest un mallard half a pheasant
fucked as shit

dead dodo who
ne'er 'eard of 'im
the strange canvas
desert of your backside

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (46)

hypnotic icing
he was carving by the pool
changed to ahypnotic puddle
pale beside the pool
his hands were scratched
by his bright chisel
by his knife
I watched the episode
an afternoon with sunlight
and dismissive new vibrations
kin to shapely rest
distinct from still-all-night
preceding fever we were cast in
blue gray diamonds
we were salt alone
we were our privileged children
who would hide like ducks
beside canal at naptime
where I walked while thinking
of the man who bled the soul
from ice his quick eye
and the change from solid
to a diminution
scrapily the audio went
furious not furtive
while I watched

8 Oct 2006

Text 3 southWestsouth (babel/serner/shiela murphy/crescent)

acrylic manga

für  subsonic   freezing a corpse

für wen solar flaresubsonic solar

sind die blume freezing a corpse flare

subsonic solar flare freezing a corpse; ©Dreaming in Neon 2006

7 Oct 2006

Text 2 The Battle for Hearts and Minds (Babel/Serner/ShielaMurphy/Crescent)

6 Oct 2006

Dont Blink

5 Oct 2006

Text 1 Fragmenting (Babel/Serner/Shiela Murphy/Crescent)

Forgetting

4 Oct 2006

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (45)

tendencies
(to guard)
towns heretofore wrinkled

premise
various until
one cloaks wheels

one
meanders forth
despite circular gravity

long
lines or
parts of speech

amaze
the thinking
that typifies speech

impediments
like salt
relax into water

blue
eyes (yours)
retrieve the royalty

good
morning constantly
I tell you

even
autumn shows
capacity to renew

once
burning smell
of darkened leaves

darkness
holds residue
of uninjured daylight

once
again thought
softens real experience

friday pm (Pappa Jessica Fresh/Crescent)

Sunday (Pappa Jessica Fresh/Crescent)

Swept Away-- (collaborative)

Original Artwork by the talented Crescent
Manipulated by Pappa Jessica Fresh

3 Oct 2006

wednesday midday (Pappa Jessica Fresh/Crescent)

2 Oct 2006

Today (Pappa Jessica Fresh)

1 Oct 2006

(Babel/Serner/Shiela Murphy/Crescent)

does the weather bother you? that's the catch of it Simon i think that it has to be sed that particular werds for particular meanings has problematics but the lunar neap tide avant-garde repetition of the intrinsic something of what is internal that is reflected externally is something continuing but the conception of continuity... werds have no place here, nothing does except doing and in doing there is no understanding, that is understanding the caught clouds eight or fours and legs between showers dark hued lights of neologistic sic coz summer is 'ere and shadows bold performance welds into land like solidity like animals with no perfunctory, no how d'ya do like perticular sense of senses to scribe philosophical mais oui it's bollocks Sure, philosophy is a load of bollocks, I don't disagree with wot is obvious. so why disagreement with myself? what essential essence as a fox wriggles through (not a computer program, not the recesses of my imagination) but through the shreading, darkness of trees beyond my back yard oft' over the road full ta traffic and blending with the skies not-luminant eyes. Journeys possibilities haptic and not sleeping fantasies the moon is bright like a grey shard cuttin' on right up and through the blue sky hue and that is a catch, the weather blooming in wind turning fuck all and countryside wide as any fuk thing possible that nor this evoke that or this or that or this and too long nay one will read it so the fall of words must be restrained before a plausible audience has rung it's concentrative faculties dry and left the web-page or the theatre stage, the side of a book, switchy the telly program o'er to t'other side. It is dry tonight and rain pelts stars light on the flip of the tiled up and roped in roof. that's the caught eager catch the doing of holding the sun is shining like a metaphor like warmth or the bubbles of creativety but solipsism is just a theory and we were's all better off in bed dreaming unexplained dreams
evidence definate not knowing defines knowing arbitration exact and precise the opposite of somesuchorother idea the illusion of chance the movement towards primitivism the "throw the baby out with the bath water" postmodern condition (sic) banana sandwich for lunch
not knowing what is new/a sense of direction
/arbitrary analysis,comprehension......
...... sultana bandwidth for crunch
(babel) definitely, evidently &/or know thyself? (/sine qua non) exactly &/or precisely no RUA fatalist? regression (therapy)>nostalgia true, only if both have gone cold (& the unwillingness to leave modernism behind) /yum new is the now, then then is the new now: then is the now new? /direction: eternal /recurrence/fractal minimaxification /wilfully /101
Ant dusk taxidermy protozoic emerging emotiodotty Ant dusk bleeming Creyer Faltics never new never were nether Pleth ora aura Systemic unwordy not dusk Not poem not paper not pen not standing prolix No computers no self no yes no no emotiodotty emerging protozoic taxidermy dusk Ant Clear taxidermy Hooshla the Fox Blooming Freyer Caltics The words of it The werds of it were it as NIGHT BLOOMING CEREUS


PURE REPERTOIRE if there was no need to and need to Ants crawl smithered briny focused Garden shed Garden Glass Women in rivers children borders soft soil twining roses the cup and clasp of it Swifting time the nature of the lark Taxidermy Taxidermy Girls PERFORMED ONCEpink underwear great thighs
meet the fox behind the mask:
http://www.hooshla.com/
(serner)
we would like to know. why foxes are better masked in the states than in the fridge woods of somewhere else. AND. why is this fox playing a guiTAR? we have to repeat the phrase "shrek"
(babel) Better masks are certainly required. For one, rabbits are far more dangerous there, a consequence of the continued liberalisation of gun-owning policies, particularly with respect to evil bunnies. For more on this I would refer interested readers to
http://www.babel.ca , and to the Buffy The Vampire Slayer musical episode, Once More With Feeling: ANYA: Bunnies aren't just cute like everybody supposes! They've got them hoppy legs and twitchy little noses! And what's with all the carrots? What do they need such good eyesight for anyway? [playing air guitar] Bunnies! Bunnies! It must be bunnies! ... ALL: There's nothing EMBODIES AFFAIR we can't face. ANYA: (sits) Except for bunnies.
still those faulty factics persist -Q0478 E89P ()*& 889 S37 + 9PWE89 = TOY CErSCETN
but to be between cultures.... = 24857
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(babel) illumination - the end is in.sight 0013 -> 10/04ACCUMULATED/2005
out of sight?
I have recently been bothered by not bothering the cusp of the e darkened and spinning in sleep

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from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (44)

Why, when the ninety-nine year old woman says, "Don't worry," and says that with certainty, are there tears almost of relief, as if the statement, on account of certitude that comes from nearly blind eyes, seems a text message from God. Why the lust for something that correct.

The woman who was saintly and not saintly wore expensive sunglasses that belonged to someone other in the house. A house of women who were ill or old or both. The caretaker with perfect loveliness throughout her dark hair and throughout her shining eyes played happiness, saying "Gucci," saying "paparazzi," making some of the sky bleed some of its light.

One pulls the car up to the curb, just where sunlight turns the out-of-doors into a sweat lodge. No one's asking anything except a ride away into the house again, after eggs and pancakes with blueberry syrup. Only to go home and rest awhile.