26 Nov 2006
from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (49)
here
is what
happens when sunlight
occupies the th/ought
of heart:
multiplication
others
become one
with each other
I never moonlight
anymore because
equivalence
reveals
without bothering
to explain in
words that only
complicate the
meaning
listen
to all
the sounds here
she tells me
so I
do:
air
machine, cars
passing, hum of
electric lighting although
not needed
noonish
when
I arrive
to speak centuries
her eidetic recollection
providing renditions
anew
I
hear my
stories told back
to me: I
learn them
again
now
salt lamp
some orange, some
gray, gives warmth
as well
as
light,
the quiet
compares well with
time together there
her office
magnifying
each
moment wanted
to last constantly
is what
happens when sunlight
occupies the th/ought
of heart:
multiplication
others
become one
with each other
I never moonlight
anymore because
equivalence
reveals
without bothering
to explain in
words that only
complicate the
meaning
listen
to all
the sounds here
she tells me
so I
do:
air
machine, cars
passing, hum of
electric lighting although
not needed
noonish
when
I arrive
to speak centuries
her eidetic recollection
providing renditions
anew
I
hear my
stories told back
to me: I
learn them
again
now
salt lamp
some orange, some
gray, gives warmth
as well
as
light,
the quiet
compares well with
time together there
her office
magnifying
each
moment wanted
to last constantly
25 Nov 2006
Creative Commons
Hi
Yes I've stuck a creative commons license on the blog. If you look at the foot of the blog u can see it there.
I've put this license on the art/text works on this blog to protect everyone's copyright (ownership of their own work) and to allow collaboration. In other words anyone can use anybody else's work, as long as they give them credit. I've selected Non-Commercial use only, because not everyone may be happy with people making money out of their work???
Anyway, basically everything remains the same, collaboration, and rights to your own work. The only difference being, that this is validated legally. I know some members know about creative commons licenses, but for those who don't...
Anyway, I hope everyone OK with this, if you're not let me know :-)
Simon/Crescent
p.s. If you click on the creative commons logo it will tell you more about it.
Yes I've stuck a creative commons license on the blog. If you look at the foot of the blog u can see it there.
I've put this license on the art/text works on this blog to protect everyone's copyright (ownership of their own work) and to allow collaboration. In other words anyone can use anybody else's work, as long as they give them credit. I've selected Non-Commercial use only, because not everyone may be happy with people making money out of their work???
Anyway, basically everything remains the same, collaboration, and rights to your own work. The only difference being, that this is validated legally. I know some members know about creative commons licenses, but for those who don't...
Anyway, I hope everyone OK with this, if you're not let me know :-)
Simon/Crescent
p.s. If you click on the creative commons logo it will tell you more about it.
24 Nov 2006
Jack Would - Flow (Crescent/Harrykstammer/RobertChrysler)
as the ocean from new zealand to perth and b ey o n d t h e gl a s s molt en sea
if there is a cheaper program i may have figure entwined figures onefloats pyramids water ’tras blued fluid hues of
in oscillated fusion blue clouds and roped off splash boxes in nights passed blackness ending as he began
protects your children from illegal hackers and java surfing habits
touched oddity under the new sun pining under skys monotony to use difficult something that could be animated he would find
he would find o n d t h e gl a s s
I suppose that this liquid in poetry at the sense that it is imaginative prose i feel continuously that text reminds me of the dance floor and the quizzical athletic enquiry of the body's flow to regard the stillness and character of the world
Jack would find syllables falling embrace imaginary teeth incantation the hair accustomed sight tanned the train midnight spray signaling pearls leftions passing ‘imating passions left jaw‘hundred old orange
Jack wood find a brick for a bridge suddenly his ear this text is a collaboration between Harry K Stammer Crescent and Robert Chrysler as the grey nights frown pushed the illusive hued day visible invisible under the side of its weight the
night
he would find
the bleakness of white silver gold sun drenched echoes of off ether
in cloud form rude light
masks of elephantine
motioned photography I don't know Robert Chrysler but I dig the poem, y'know so I thought that I would chuck bits of Robert's and Harry's collaboration into my poem "Jack Would"
inexpensive alternative to (copyright)
as creatures crawled into curling shells
and and dreams turned in pictures cinemas escape the minds of authorial creation
a copyright
find three apples some tomatoes and a lettuce cucumber half jacket potatoes x3 cigarettes paper chicken pieces post letter mayonnaise a copyright stroke muscled purple slabs molecules soarsupine below cusps singing love's draped humming grasswatch
and nothing doing and
Jack would find syllables falling embrace imaginary teeth incantation the hair accustomed sight tanned the train midnight spray signaling pearls leftions passing ‘imating passions left jaw‘hundred old orange
Jack wood find a brick for a bridge suddenly his ear this text is a collaboration between Harry K Stammer Crescent and Robert Chrysler as the grey nights frown pushed the illusive hued day visible invisible under the side of its weight the
night
he would find
the bleakness of white silver gold sun drenched echoes of off ether
in cloud form rude light
masks of elephantine
motioned photography I don't know Robert Chrysler but I dig the poem, y'know so I thought that I would chuck bits of Robert's and Harry's collaboration into my poem "Jack Would"
inexpensive alternative to (copyright)
as creatures crawled into curling shells
and and dreams turned in pictures cinemas escape the minds of authorial creation
a copyright
find three apples some tomatoes and a lettuce cucumber half jacket potatoes x3 cigarettes paper chicken pieces post letter mayonnaise a copyright stroke muscled purple slabs molecules soarsupine below cusps singing love's draped humming grasswatch
and nothing doing and
21 Nov 2006
20 Nov 2006
words circles
I have no need for words
I have no idea what they are
I tell them that they're
images
and they chase me down the highways
to refuse their
meanings, they insist they are
a refuge from americanisation
western academicism
the feminist tradition
words
need me, not even
Noam Chomsky can help over
literal, literally
something more physical
I
challenge
them with sound "you are
just a manifestation of
rhythm and meter a fluctuation
of my breath"
they wind
me
up
with reasons why I
am so aliterary. And when
my stomachs fed and
I'm reading the television
another city
bombed
by Einstein's appalling legacy
Now humour weighs our
anxious position
anchored by co-ordinate
peculiar
we'
ve lethargy to blame
for reasoned contradiction
obstinate and unwilling
for a wordless world
of dancing men
inconclusive
even when
knowing
then
I have no idea what they are
I tell them that they're
images
and they chase me down the highways
to refuse their
meanings, they insist they are
a refuge from americanisation
western academicism
the feminist tradition
words
need me, not even
Noam Chomsky can help over
literal, literally
something more physical
I
challenge
them with sound "you are
just a manifestation of
rhythm and meter a fluctuation
of my breath"
they wind
me
up
with reasons why I
am so aliterary. And when
my stomachs fed and
I'm reading the television
another city
bombed
by Einstein's appalling legacy
Now humour weighs our
anxious position
anchored by co-ordinate
peculiar
we'
ve lethargy to blame
for reasoned contradiction
obstinate and unwilling
for a wordless world
of dancing men
inconclusive
even when
knowing
then
CRESCENT YOU MUST NOT WRITE POETRY LIKE THIS
THE ENDS OF SCIENCE
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