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  • September 30, 2008

    5 minute morning poem

    Private Devotion (with special thanks to Anselm Berrigan) a lanky man with custard was recalled to life it took both cities in their underwear without a spare taxi to take the twist out of the knickers better i reckon the…

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  • September 30, 2008

    6.5 minute morning poem

    Stage and Scream Quit asking questions about the wine on the counter and take the potato from your pocket, peel, dice, splice. We are stuck between stage and scream. Like in a film with real milk we can’t get the…

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  • September 30, 2008

    Ezra Pound

    zra Pound | Late TateFriday, 3 October18.30 – 22.00Tate Britain, Millbank, SW1P 4RGadmission free http://www.ucl.ac.uk/pound/ To commemorate the 100th anniversary of Ezra Pound’s arrival in London in 1908, nine performers will present poetry, music, and creative performances inspired by Pound’s…

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  • September 28, 2008

    pop goes the becks and jager and creamy garlic dip from tesco

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  • September 27, 2008

    SNOB

    SNOBBISH SNOBBISHLY SNOBBISHNESS SNOBBISM SNOBBY SNOBLING SNOBOCRACY SNO-CAT SNODSNOFF SNOG … SNOW LILY SNOW LINE SNOW MIST SNOW MOUSE, SNOW MUSHROOM SNOW ORCHID there is real. it is all real. very real. a little wriggle upon a yellow guitar made…

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  • September 26, 2008

    Chinese artist Ma Yanhong

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  • September 26, 2008

    deft Pollock

    Poorly paid Laborers Break Up Ships for Salvage The deft seduction of art keeps us transfixed. There’s always some visual pleasure to engage us. A painter’s eye for color and a sculptors eye for form. An uncool composition of light.…

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  • September 26, 2008

    wish i had the money to do a phd here !!!!!

    check it: Contemporary Poetics Research Centre

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  • September 25, 2008

    time to write

    i have been finding time to write from 4-5PM before teaching my evening classes. When I am supposed to be preparing for classes. Between the first and second half of my day.

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  • September 25, 2008

    What happened to those lovely trousers (rough draft)

    a monster haunts uswith cut-resistant ballistic pads carefully cut and sewn with curves in mind bright yellow peppers in the morning courtyard old tyre caked against shed and cooling trouserson the white picket fence someone has stolen the pasta machine…

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  • September 24, 2008

    take two (revision from yesterday)

    Alien fruits For magnesium light I lifted my pillow with gold teeth into the mythical moist night, co-mingled with minions and unpeeled onions, all my vigor squeezed into a single sneeze. All my friends from the Great Empire have abandoned…

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  • September 23, 2008

    New poem from yesterday (rough draft)

    Recycled from Today identity is a serious personal issueself-imposed deadlinesit shuts on its own darlingi’m sure you’re gonna be somebody, soondo you understand what else there is?stop anti-aging, stop messing with yr widgets, o2 unlimitedi’m now in touch with Jim…

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  • September 22, 2008

    new books :-)

    Andrew Duncan’s Origins of the undergroundTom Atkins FolkloreTom Atkins HoraceSoft Targets (featuring Brian Howe purchased from Bookarts Bookshop in East London)Maggie O’Sullivan’s Body of Work Mairead Byrne’s Talk Poetry spent the very last of my american money in my last…

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  • September 22, 2008

    fantastic Sunday reading series

    I went to a fantastic reading yesterday afternoon. Sundays at the Oto (Japanese for sound) with TIM ATKINS, ISNAJ DUI + SOPHIE ROBINSON. Tim Atkins was absolutely nothing short of spectacular. One of the best readings I have been to…

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  • September 19, 2008

    Dylan Harris

    Elit in Europe

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  • September 19, 2008

    second clip from reading in covent garden

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  • September 19, 2008

    as you were (rough)

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  • September 19, 2008

    clip from Lagoustine reading two weeks ago

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  • September 17, 2008

    new poem in Past Simple magazine

    Love the clean look and always excellent painting as cover of Jim Goar’s Past Simple. Check out my poem and short reading here: Auspicious Wanderings Thank you Jim Goar

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  • September 16, 2008

    Nero

    In the techno-creep, broken glass, you knowwhat reason tormentsfallen face in the surfperpendicular foot on my memorywhat you sellingoh comeo, oh obsidiantoken sanity, it behooves you to impound yr authenticity, cropand leverage and spadethe hollowed ground. bellies agog light showsthrough…

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  • September 16, 2008

    interesting blog stop

    it’s happening Robert Sheppard

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  • September 14, 2008

    tate yesterday

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  • September 12, 2008

    The Praxis of Memory

    performing childhood is something else where light is a lonesome hymntouching commits to memory rhetorical proof in perpetual motion and love’s unbroken compositionapproaching the furthest moon salvation is among the borders of civilization and alas tonight the gaps are graced…

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  • September 6, 2008

    swimming

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  • September 6, 2008

    cricket deep green smiles

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  • September 6, 2008

    my class doing a short melodrama

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  • September 4, 2008

    back in the saddle

    first week in new flat in west London. paid the deposit. Just hooked up wireless internet a few hours ago. I start a new job on Monday teaching part time at Ealing and West London college (ESL). Hope it can…

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  • August 31, 2008

    DYLAN HARRIS

    Some interesting use of short poetry and photography from Dylan Harris. Check out ALL HANDS

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  • August 1, 2008

    writing again

    reloaded os x on my mac. simplified. writing again. doing remixes of readings i’ve attended so far in London. I don’t remember their words and my words. Words. whose words????? alas, here we go . . . I know, now,…

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  • August 1, 2008

    reading remixed

    Scott Thurston (Openned Reading, London, The Foundery, July 17th 2008) “take cover from my artificial intelligence” “we cannot justify our deserts” “shapeless static boundaries” “our current past-life on a disused railway track” “separate yr voices” “beckon me form to time…

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  • August 1, 2008

    readings remix

    Nate Tarn (Swedenborg House London June 17th 2008) “how to keep in favour with the sky in another pieced together country”‘the eardrum inbeasted to savour even more so, now”“my father never shot his wad”“thin trial of glucose, thin trail .…

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  • August 1, 2008

    readings remix

    Lee Harwood London 17th June 2008 “theory of colours and walking skeletons” “the usual desire for the glue monster”“in small rooms we sat around the fire”“I know what you are thinking in this closed room”“the exit contains the tomb”“closeness obscures…

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  • July 31, 2008

    great news

    My brother is awake. At first he couldn’t speak and he put his hand on his heart and pointed to my mum. now he is using words . . . it looks like everything is going to be ok so…

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  • July 30, 2008

    brother in a coma

    my little brother Spencer was in a very bad car crash three days ago in utah. he is in a coma. brain swollen. collapsed lung. machines. I can’t really focus on anything else at the moment . . .

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  • July 24, 2008

    It has begun

    It is really happening. or seems to. My first feed for over three years occurred last night in east london at the Foundery: Sascha Akhtar Sean Bonney Frances Kruk Scott Thurston John Wilkinson All great . . .. especially the…

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  • July 22, 2008

    what to do with a baby . . .

    A lot of tube time. Over three hours. I’ve seen some of the same people but we are not supposed to look at each other. When I blow my nose black shit, a bit like newspaper ink, comes out in…

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  • July 14, 2008

    Soundeye poetry festival in Cork

    I must attend this event next year!!! report by Alison

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  • July 13, 2008

    NEW SUNDAY POEM (DON’T KNOW WHERE IT WILL GO)

    Prodigal Drift Lapid maze-fault: something calls my name, tomotoe on the table I wish you could pick me up operaticallyhot/cold with critical speculation. I’ve met gravityat every turn and in America very basic lightning to take a different direction in…

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  • July 13, 2008

    revision of the last saturday afternoon poem many moons ago

    COFFEE HALL sex drop and damp dreamsin coffee hallbefore a Mormonbaptism there was silent chatter and I was borderline skit zowhile star wars figures melted on the light bulb This is the scene, the seen, the redeveloped conditional, the hemoglobin…

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  • July 10, 2008

    fantastic poetry website

    My friend and fellow poet Virgil Renfroe gave me this link to a very interesting poetry and sound art website. The soundstuff is really really interesting. Check it out: Dean Parkin

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  • July 9, 2008

    feet

    got a big room for the month of August. Half a foot on the ground. So my third move in London coming up in two weeks. Then in September I must move again because room is only for one month.…

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  • June 21, 2008

    monatic nomadic nymphoids

    so maybe my feet will come back. maybe i can work in marketing for this language school and then create a mental space for my writing. I think other writers work business jobs and still are prolific with their poetry…

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  • June 15, 2008

    Brick Lane

    went to brick lane in london yesterday. it is an amazing place. my favourite place in london so far. lots of interesting galleries. it is where the new shit happens. fashion is hip and mind blowing. i also taught a…

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  • June 6, 2008

    turkish neighborhood

    It is pouring rain in London right now. Typical English weather i guess. I live in a Turkish neighborhood. I got my haircut the other day at a Turkish barber shop. No one spoke much English. It was interesting. He…

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  • May 31, 2008

    saturday afternoon poem

    Portadown cum round againsex drop and damp dreamsin council housingsilent chatter borderline skit zofigures melting on lightbulbs I’m painting a portrait with the pelvis as a disappearing point and masturbation is nothing left to lose. I was pretend smoking with…

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  • May 31, 2008

    New flat

    So I moved into a new flat in North London (near Manor House) last monday. Lost money by moving out of the other flat before the end of the month but the new flat is much better. Cool flatmates and…

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  • May 25, 2008

    belfast coming to an end

    so leave in a few hours for a plane back to London. Belfast was great. Fantastic indie rock clubs. The area around Queens University is really nice. Cool vintage clothing shop and lots of cafes and rock clubs and beautiful…

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  • May 23, 2008

    Onions

    scene speak: NewportPagnell: green green greenand old village pubs, countryfood: Yorkshire pudding and roastand carrots: loved and lostand loved it all maybe not, although, I don’t think so, my lapsedtravel zone, still winking star-studdedchallenge, hear all, heralded, just grab the…

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  • May 18, 2008

    written quickly at Belfast City Airport

    The Goose at The Goose across from Wood Green Station£1.50 a pint, Slovakians and Bulgerians and Polish and North Londoners and a man in the corner climbing a ladderof tongues in the overheard compartmentsof the mind what has liftedwhat has…

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  • May 14, 2008

    selling

    what does it mean to sell out? it entails something about authenticity which is a big bag of bones. but being authentic is always a question in motion. like individuality it is under suspicion. and at the very least it…

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  • May 13, 2008

    in wood green, north london today belfast tomorrow berlin . . . ???

    in new room. old place. a few cool bulgarians. now my mum is in belfast. flying back to belfast tomorrow. it is crazy globe trotting. come back to london in 11 days. will eventually get settled. met cool german named…

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  • May 10, 2008

    London tomorrow

    I traveled from Milton Keynes to London all last week. After one busy extremely stressful week I have a job and a place to live. I will take the train tomorrow to London. I will live with six other guys…

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  • May 5, 2008

    newport pagnell (U.K.)

    birds everywhere. at least twelve new songs. clock ticking. slugs nestled into mud puddles. Lush, in short. i have applied to a mad amount of jobs, it is the system, my tick, oversaturate then choose via exhaustion or luck. just…

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  • May 3, 2008

    one hour till departure

    hey we go . . . one hour . . . two trains . . . plane . . .london well, Milton Keynes for a while . . . interview for a marketing gig in North London Tuesday. If I…

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  • April 30, 2008

    some reworkings from The Secret of Why . . .

    dipping feet into dead holes: polski pani polski pani zoo wee su zesh gee oh wee ma me pling plang ol la ba na na the eye socket does not contain a rainbowbut the informer keeps on informing coins on…

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  • April 30, 2008

    from the secret of why we first took to our feet (rough)

    cruel spring is on the way and my savage old identity is in the making, three years of foreign lands, my action is mental,don’t jump outta airplanes ‘cept in my mindget natural, get funny, get off, get your tailin a…

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  • April 28, 2008

    from notebook

    Throngs of people in the centre of katowice scuttling down the street. Legs don’t work right around here. My energies are dispersed and can’t keep ahead of the curve. Nothing is not enough. A saturation and then repulsion of selves.…

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  • April 28, 2008

    hunker down

    three more hard days of teaching in Poland. Then a few days in krakow and then London. Trying to stay calm. No idea what kind of job I can get in London. But I must awaken again. need to get…

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  • April 25, 2008

    in portadown, N. Ireland

    it was a very hard, sad and beautiful funeral. it was nice to see my mum for a little while. It had been almost six years since I had seen my mum. i fly back to Poland tomorrow. then london…

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  • April 21, 2008

    my grandmother has passed away

    My Granny helped raise me when I was little. I will miss her terribly. I never got to say goodbye. from my uncle Stan: Georgina Phyllis Wilson (Gibson)Monday 21st April 2008My Mummy died this morning at approximately 6.25am, after a…

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  • April 21, 2008

    grandfather saying goodbye to my grandmother

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  • April 11, 2008

    friday poem (from the secret of why we first took to our feet)

    In the daily minutiae picking up, picking out, packing up, freedom is a force multiplier still increasing in importance, where you going with your lazy eye in central Europe rollerblading on love’s highway got no action to declare wszystkiego naylepszego…

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  • April 4, 2008

    friday poem (no edits)

    From that moment on the body refused its movement and there was the feeling of everything left to do. What am I going to show you now? A protoclysmic eye? A terrestial invasion? Everything wise is broken. Non-instrumental potential. you…

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  • March 28, 2008

    Coming to America!!!!

    Looks like it is back to America in May or June. It has been over five years since I have seen my family (mum dad and three brothers and three sisters). Arranging tickets. Salt lake City, Utah and living with…

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  • March 21, 2008

    expanded friday poem

    The Secret of Why We First Took to Our Feet the brain weaves a strange kind of music and our bodiesseem unable to forgetthe memory of what it feels liketo be properly seenall I have said is truly a conversation…

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  • March 14, 2008

    friday poem

    The Secret of Why We First Took to Our Feet the brain weaves a strange kind of music and our bodiesseem unable to forgetthe memory of what it feels liketo be properly wholeall I have said is truly a conversation…

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  • March 13, 2008

    pleasantries

    it is pleasant to breathe after strangulation it is pleasant to clink a wishbottle against yr yellowing teeth it is pleasant to tie boredom to the bed and whip the shit out of it it is pleasant to walk on…

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  • March 8, 2008

    new version of shame (saturday)

    Kultura It’s a milkshake dream. Chocolate chunks in a pool of milk. What will prevail upon the tongue when human time is disappearing from the universe? And so the large self is proud of no-nation. They are all little shits.…

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  • March 7, 2008

    friday revision of ‘Shame"

    Shame Ladies and gentlemen, better wake up and hijack these images. Don’t wake up too old for experience. You’re beginning to believe in the past detached from the body. I have found ergo I am dead. A damned birth needs…

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  • March 5, 2008

    katowice train ride

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  • March 5, 2008

    one of my favourite classes

    Saturday morning Pre-CAE class. Great students.

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  • March 5, 2008

    Wednesday poem (from my notebook no edits)

    Shame I am full of shame. All my work is a forgery. I don’t thinkI’ve said one important thingin my entire life I’m back in a body crumbling within the prism of white supremacy. Purity is for dummies. *******************************************************************************************Ladies and…

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  • February 29, 2008

    friday poem (no edits one go)

    We’ve talked a little about the horsepenis and change and luck and the way things come down. There are cartoon voices and a jangle of keys at the station. The penis is abandoned or postponed for old age. Sop up…

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  • February 22, 2008

    friday is my day!!!

    Most Fridays only contain three or four hours of teaching and then the afternoon and evening are free. God it is nice. Here is a revision of an earlier poem. Still in the works, but moving in a better direction.…

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  • February 22, 2008

    mixtape with the Lucifer Poetics Group

    it is announcements like these that make me wish I were still in North Carolina with the Lucifer Poetics folk: Announcing MIXTAPE (the Reading Series) #4 Mark you calendars now! Mixtape is a salon-style reading series, where invited poets will…

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  • February 22, 2008

    Third Version of A Simple Thing

    There’s a he and a she separated by slender wood. The graver engraves and the wood isbitten into. Who carves and who is carved really doesn’t matter. Who bites and who is bitten depends on the occasion. Please observe the…

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  • February 22, 2008

    second version of A Simple Thing

    There’s a he and a she separated by slender wood. The graver engraves and the wood isbitten into. Who carves and who is carved really doesn’t matter. Who bites and who is bitten depends on the occasion. Please observe the…

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  • February 22, 2008

    A Simple Thing

    There’s a he and a she separated by slender wood: engraved and bitten into.One broken flip-flop clops along the wooden floor.Each footfall sinksinto sand. A final whistle cutsthe air as eachmemory chugsaway on forgottentracks. Romanticrubbish is stuffedinto recycle bins.To have…

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  • February 15, 2008

    more from new manuscript (no edits)

    Scene Speak Katowice centre has the highest percentage of limping people per capita. The table in this café keeps tipping. Hands won’t get warm. Ice cobra of the mind. Caution for the darkness that rumbles from the post-communist trams. Glops…

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  • February 11, 2008

    a great video by Ashley Howe and Brian Howe

    Maybe you had wooden fingers in a past life

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  • February 8, 2008

    very rough . . .

    Bloodlump bit my tongue on some thinned-outPolish bread and it’s a bloodlumpagainst the invertebratemovements of the tongue when with contempt the exposure of dust in the daylight: a fertile stasis abovethe hills of a shelled-out city: the liver deposits unconscious…

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  • February 8, 2008

    wrocław

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  • February 8, 2008

    Andrew and I in Wrocław

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  • February 8, 2008

    glasses repaired

    have to tilt a little to the right but new glasses are back with a new lens . . .

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  • February 8, 2008

    from Prodigal Drift

    Neighbors 1 no eternity without mythical speechtotem mud paints the brainclay codingsseven to nine stiches suture the minda paradise of blemishesmusic drawn like conceptsbetween meaningsvisions in the mudpit Neighbors 2 crazy oblivion terminates in the nude bathing in pine needlesskin…

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  • February 8, 2008

    from Jeremy Prynne

    In fact, there are only two things in the universe which are simple, and one of them is the universe taken as a whole; and the other is its language, because its language is its capacity for love. And the…

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  • February 5, 2008

    Some translation of Świetlicki (by Zofia Malgrab)

    The third half SHIT HAPPENS, that’s howthe writing on men’s toilet wall ends.This is the worst –to walk with such hungerof at least minimal glow – to findonly this, the writing at night toilet,that’s how it looks, pussycatand that’s how…

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  • January 30, 2008

    memory clouds ( a beginning)

    Memory Clouds . . . the most benign symptom (Roland Barthes) memory clouds, as the say, feedon mountains, endlesshover that dwells, or dwelledelsewhere, and yeahbehold a punctured tyre, nightfeet acrossswollen floorboards, eachperception divides itself intoearth and air. In the theatreof…

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  • January 28, 2008

    new glasses kaput

    Went to a club last Thursday with my friend Andrew. My friend is 30 and they wanted his id. He was visiting Poland and did not bring his id to the club. I have never shown id in a Polish…

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  • January 23, 2008

    fragments for a new poem

    Detergents force out dirt and foam makes something out of nothing. Foam is the spirituality of luxury. The emperor’s new clothes are a reflexive lyric of the bodysoul. The washing machine is a house of memory and clothes are washed…

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  • January 23, 2008

    Gender roles

    I have been thinking about old patterns. In marriage therapy towards the end of my marriage I realised I needed to be more assertive. To tell my wife no sometimes. To take on more “masculine” traits in terms of being…

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  • January 22, 2008

    solidarity museum

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  • January 15, 2008

    Blind Boy Grows Feathers

    I did not teach today. It helped. I cleared a space for thinking and writing and reading. I am taking an 8 hour train to Gdansk tomorrow morning. I will need to find bananas before departing. I read some of…

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  • January 8, 2008

    more quick edits from new manuscript

    Auspicious Wanderings Auspicious Wanderings a lemmon seed floats in my milkauspicious wedding rings fall into drainpipesshadows stick to the branchescigarette butts smell like rotten peanuts Irish flem leaves my throat recovery is only partially responsible I might dance spermatic tissues…

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  • January 8, 2008

    The Praxis of Memory

    performing childhood is something elsewhere light is a lonesome hymntouching commits to memoryrhetorical proof in perpetual motionlove’s unbroken compositionapproaching the furthest moonsalvation among the borders of civilisationso tonight the gaps are graced migration to memory inside the praxis of livinga…

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  • January 7, 2008

    new issue of onedit

    new issue of onedit is out today. It features complete works by Miles ChampionKhaled HakimHarry GilonisStephen RodeferEleni Sikelianos It is at: onedit

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  • January 7, 2008

    Willy Vlautin in a motel room

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  • January 7, 2008

    mud mud mud

    Katowice is the city of mud. The Polish just throw a shit load of dirt on snow maybe to save money on salt and when it melts it mixes with the coal grime and it is just one big mess.…

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  • January 6, 2008

    Richmond Fontaine

    http://www.youtube.com/p/D1597C2CAB3870FD

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  • January 2, 2008

    new year’s eve 2007

    still recovering. zofia got me a new shirt. dig it.

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