Found Poem 2011

Frigid bike
Ride away stillborn eyes
Legs yearn to touch ground they ache
After a night
Of tossing and hard dreams
Huddled with the elder apes
Fists coiled in their bellies
Or clutching bowls of bean mud billowing steam
In complaint

Slip into the area behind sleep in front
Speech erupts: I'm not here, really, how is
This happening
Without me?

Pictures, POOR FAVOR...

Hey everybody, send me some pictures to use on our front page (original photos please.) Just send one, I will use it eventually. No contest.

-Lester

Welcome back me (and a poem)

I'm back to daily moderation (and more than likely, posts), so feel free to get it back into high gear! I will also be posting information on local readings, art events, music, etc... Without further ado, a poem (of sorts):

Will Trade


New gutters for like-new rainbow
A used potato chip

Why allow the done room special! Furnished
Never worn; broken
Professional alterations

Mardi Gras we buy GOLD!
Will tutor your kawaii mahogany console five-piece

Pearl drummer needs gig.

Touch America black
100 used metal comedy outlaw lyricists
Beauty salon and eight foot conveyor
Beginners five piece salon equipment, downsizing

Executive desks, work
Two awesome cooking table saw, works
Ten sets of 20 55 gallon metal containers for sale

Wanted to buy huge reward! Lost found: blind chihuahua
Will trade dirt for pillows of hope.

The Unintentimphony

The first bit of datum from the unintentional symphony. From Baton Rouge Symphony Orchestra's season finale on March 3, 2011 with Mozart's Overture to Don Giovanni, Brahms' Nanie and Beethoven's Symphony No. 9. This is the proto-version of the project's format.

Why I'm not going to Press

Dear Elm,

After a very difficult decent parks, we have chosen another plant for the Press tax piston. We think you are fable and we would have been hard to have ox as pet of the perm. We wish we could take more than foe prism. Thank you for putting so much toe and puss into your pectin and nerve. Your tint and your duct to priding a nursing lie for itself and tars are humming.

Snarly,
Gamy and Sty

Two Rejection Letters

UCSD Rejection Letter:

Dear Math Highly,

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Tunic awe for your irritates in the universe of Cultivation, ass Deejay. An airfoil leotard has been prost on the antipapal stews page of your UCSD apothecary at http://greedily.oozed.emu. I whisk the beast in all your encoders.

Seasonally,

Commie E. Brat
DNA of Grafted Studs
Unsavory of Culinary, Zen Drug



CalArts Rejection Letter:

Dear Me-too:

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Ciceroni,
Mealy Rhino
Dictator of Asceticism

Bruit Flow Dinner

It's time for the first Bruit Flow meeting. It's been a long time coming...

We will plan to meet and eat on March 18th or 19th (whichever is better for everyone). This is a Friday or Saturday.

Although this date will be before the equinox, I would like to consider it our spring meeting. We should all plan to bring spring inspired food to share with everyone. Remember that many of the members of Bruit Flow are vegetarians!

Also, bring any current work you have that you would like to share. This can be absolutely anything; everyone should have something to present. If anyone has any art they would like to present as an installment we can make arrangements to make such a presentation possible.

We should all come to the meeting with an open mind and a willingness to absorb as much as we can from each other. We should all try to bounce ideas off of and inspire each other. One good idea can inspire hundreds more.

Most importantly, we should all come to this dinner to enjoy the company of such a fine group as this, and to appreciate the time we have together while most people are easily accessible.

We will also discuss when in the summer would be best to have the next meeting.

Comment on the site if you plan to attend!

One thing, I haven't yet worked out where this meeting will be. If anyone has any ideas let me know.

Faithful Wordslave,

Rev. Lester Ernest Tisdale IV

Two Aleatorically Interpreted Sermons of Michael Venyah, Preacher of Hate

Sermon on the Mississippi State University Campus

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Sermon on the UL Campus

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[created by using the closed-caption option on two Youtube videos of the "Soul Winners" preachers preaching their gospel of hatred and judgment -- the closed-caption option gives bizarre interpretations of all but the clearest and most articulate of speech]

My Graduate Recital

Matt Hollier - Solo Guitar

Friday, February 11. 7:30 P.M. Choral Room 153, Angelle Hall. UL Campus.

Featuring works by Lennon, Sierra, Mackey, Legnani, Hollier, and Ligeti.

My last major concert in Louisiana for the foreseeable future.

Various Permutations of the Right Hyperprime Poem of the Sun

1:

sometimes I feel like nothing’s left
descants and multitudinous meaningful images pop
an easy exercise for sure
near a haze of tissue in air
the red sun rose

2:

the rum moon sank
away from the clarity of snot on the ground
assuming a difficult slobbery
syncopated and a few meaningless ideas form
I never feel like anything’s right

The Desert Age

The Deserted Village

Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain,

Where health and plenty cheered the laboring swain,

Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid,

And parting summer’s lingering blooms delayed.

Dear, lovely bowers of innocence and ease,

Seats of my youth, when every sport could please,

How often have I loitered o’er they green,

Where humble happiness endeared each scene!

How often have I paused on every charm—

The sheltered cot, the cultivated farm,

The never-failing brook, the busy mill,

The decent church that topped the neighboring hill,

The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade,

For talking age and whispering lovers made!

How often have I blessed the coming day,

When toil remitting lent its aid to play,

And all the village train, from labor free,

Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree!

While many a pastime circled in the shade!

The young, contending, as the old surveyed;

And many a gambol frolicked o’er the ground,

And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.

Sweet, smiling village, loveliest of the lawn;

Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn;

Amid thy glassy brook reflects the day,

But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way;

Along thy glades, a solitary guest,

The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest.

Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,

Where wealth accumulates, and men decay;

Princes and lords may flourish or may fade;

A breath can make them, as a breath has made;

But a bold peasantry, their country’s pride,

When once destroyed, can never be supplied.

Sweet Auburn! parent of the blissful hour,

Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant’s power.

Here, as I take my solitary rounds

Amid thy tangling walks and ruined grounds

And, many a year elapsed, return to view

Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew,

Remembrance walks with all her busy train,

Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.

In all my wanderings round this world of care,

In all my grief’s—and God has given my share—

I still had hopes, my latest hours crown,

Amid these humble bowers to lay me down;

To husband out life’s taper at close,

And keep the flame from wasting by repose:

I still had hopes, my long vexations past,

Here to return,—and die at home last.

O blest retirement! friend to life’s decline,

Retreat from care, that never must be mine.

How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these,

A youth of labor with an age of ease:

Who quits a world where strong temptations try,

And, since ‘tis hard to combat, learns to fly!

So on he moves to meet his latter end,

Angels around befriending virtue’s friend;

Sinks to the grave with unperceived decay,

While resignation gently slopes the way;

And, all his prospects brightening to the last,

His heaven commences ere the world be past.

I am working for people who are primarily intelligent, rather than serious.
—P. Feval

www.emilythibodeaux.com

The Bat

The Battle of Blenheim

It was a summer evening—
Old Kaspar’s work was done,
And he before his cottage door
Was sitting in the sun;
And by him sported on the green
His little grandchild Wilhelmine.

She saw her brother Peterkin
Roll something large and round;
Which he beside the rivulet,
In playing there, had found;
Hecame to ask what he had found,
That was so large, and smooth, and round.

Old Kaspar took it from the boy,
Who stood expectant by;
And then the old man shook his head,
And, with a natural sigh—
“Tis some poor fellow’s skull,” said he,
“Who fell in the great victory.

“I find them in the garden,
For there’s many here about;
And often when I go to plow
The plowshare turns them out;
For many thousand men,” said he,
“Were slain in the great victory.”

“Now tell us what ‘twas all about,”
Young Peterkin he cries;
And little Wilhelmine looks up
With wonder-waiting eyes—
“Now tell us all about the war,
And what they fought each other for."

“My father lived at Blenheim then
Yon little stream hard by;
They burnt his dwelling to the ground
And he was forced to fly;
So with his wife and child he fled,
Nor had he where to rest his head.

With fire and sword the country round
Was wasted far and wide;
And many a childing mother there,
And new-born baby died:
But things like these, you know, must be
At every famous victory.

Clamor

Living in marmoset dreams or leaves beneath trees
Redundant I know, how else am I going
On and on to find to right my written springing upon
Some single high note thereabouts?

A sign of knowledgable time:
Voidware prohibited. 

We are all closet homo-sapiens screaming on dirt streets
Rode, thinking, erode (no spank) exposures or expeditions
And A giant S severing the male malevolence. 

Just as incurring snot orgy discord of innocuous 
Cyst putrid darkly cornering sequence of monetone
Invalid scraping dig, cut, borrow, uplift, downgrade, electrocute, resuscitate.  

Cut this umbilicus; I sense a frequency of naught, a cordial inversion: never knot. 

Feel it, stuck sucked in a land of negative, open sores and crisp finger frost distracted. They hate me, they hate me. Or if they have no feelings: the cold has cut them short for sure they will recognize a friend, wandering the dark corners for sure they will stop freezing all my outsides and striking disease at my in. 

Very similar to antiharmonics. Verisimilitude. This candle lights my path; but still fingers reach behind my hair in a place adjacent to memory. This is where we first discovered sound, where we precisely scattered electricity and placidly uplifted antitheses. 

Try this on for size: a gigantic memoir, a bestiary, gutfull draught, no, gush; a font, oversized load, a blink, blister or beacon of hole, questions tied together with oblivionic cursive apprehensive and assuredly buoyant, cluster of opal, shimmer of going. Be these as they may, if there is that or these for me, may I protractively exclaim that I am doing that thing i do between dreams. 

Six Hits, a Pop Cacophany

1. Far East Movement: Like a G6
2. Justin Bieber: Baby
3. Katy Perry: California Gurls
4. Lady Gaga: Love Games
5. Train: Hey Soul Sister
6. Miley Cyrus: When I Look at You

Aleatoric Rap

Huge Nametag These Sewer Oyster




lyrics:

verse 1: [The Notorious Hipp.I.E.]

Viewable squadron, nuclear fro faerie

weakfish Zeus verb set FedEx wrath dairy

fluid toes gutsy undersea aftertaste

factorize werewolf Easter hairy unchaste

cast awesome ganja day, salty dryad Paraguay

airshow awe way overpay, warehouse saga passageway

facetious wrap, greasy fig

Sun therapy swap, ready swig

Genghis yurt shy war yam adult steelyard

tsunami cough any dykes eery lumberyard

haste thread graph, Hanukkah bullfrog

terse spiffy dray, f ya swarthy snog

cursed neighs, those Saturn sulfur orgasm Sun leasers

unhand underweight oasis reagent brainteasers

freaky inhale that groaning organ expander

reawakening degrease us tawdry fuel connector

majordomo brewing crucify heresy Tutu

unfed gusher INRI Jersey priesthood

verse 2: [Variable Hamburger Gangsta]

Yo! Yo!

I be tiara tweakin' Netra stigma

Feign news bag bargain Nannie pigment

I be from the discharge of KFC-tinware

I rub hogwash Vienna tavern fanfare

I be ballin' effigy iceberg Godhead

dwell tramway toga aforesaid

flowering gnomish threnody turbaned beeswax

thwart grapefruit nightwear gunmetal earwax

Faust ghostwrote for bitchy grass Faraday

heal granite bugbear gadfly dismay

feature gramophone reawaken vampire overpay

Hindu sandwich biomass halberd stingray

verse 3: [Ashtray Photostatic Rastafarian]

Jewish gawky, loafing dude

eggnog weather, eating brood

Faulknerian grumbling rat sushi spoon

feudal weapon jet, versatile goon

Ashurbanipal nagware Erhard drystone

datum era Hamsun Reyna pudgy

useful ashtray, aghast spymaster

faith Gwendolyn grosbeak pasteurizer

highway endue, fishy ghoul

jasmine ahoy bagful sabotages

Odyssey gauze strung guy squat Bahamas

jalousie Tao commonweal offhand maracas

nerdy nuke ghetto Duke fret massages

HDTV ninja sightread Jacobi exhume

Hindus end fresh mouser earwig pushbike

Indus maiolica landfill fuselage

avian koan bighead privacy grabber

Fundy oat tubful guitarist hedgehog

jigsaw quaver typo payday theater

malefic thruway genie king sturgeon bathwater

Nestle unreal megalith fitful Hrothgar relay

ageratum hero laughable Hearst Tesla sleepyhead

ovenware gherkin herald yaws ravage bent day

guff ghoul bruiser gear

typo Violet ghastly deer

desert horse urea beer

swag regrow wigwag rear

I be smokin' aforesaid freebase beta wombats

I be smokin' anabolic aeon shopfront sheep cravats

I'm still Panasonic gnome hedge rude sunhats

bedbug footwear tyrannic feather eating rawboned bats

smorgasbord feature feasting Hogwarts Jehovah vats

Do mythic pair double-u

skip’un is damn bangladesh fashion hive sniffin essex (skee’ole! so) surly fuss and oboe boas. Sis flew modeless fair sat sofa faye, “Ham puff lit pass ajar edges.”
“Glow shack is this damn officer?”
“Sensei’s fib sob,” hide kazoo.
“Zoe wrote hat?”
“Erode.”
“Dandy sops paid, end five fellow ices.”
“Rotor sap dishes broke?”
“Dishrag do,” Sofia said. “A real ox soap.”
“Weep eh? e-tard. A prêt. His trachea heckle minnow. Nice pasta sifty beefy access low!”
“Hush! Half-raid! Wore!”

And and something something

Undeniably without a doubt I and myself conducted and performed a creative experiment the workshop for potential literature (Ulipo) invented and created doubling and increasing by itself each and every thing or object of any and all phrases or statements in order to make the process and device apparently blatant with or without mentioning or withholding previously said restrictive constraint.

Swallow the BIGness

In the night, my feverish head between Momma's warm rough hands. Almost a comfort, still raw from dishwater and slick with grease. "Turn on the light," I heard her say though no one did for a very long time. I thought that if she moved at all that my head might come off in her hands. She might still have the skill to mold it back to how it was and stick it there. She was full of gravity, having grown older and fatter. She didn't move but held me still as the rest of the room turned and ground bigness like a fist into my stomach.

I felt her fingers pressing my neck, but heard her already in the kitchen. She was wetting a cool rag. I heard the slop of the water the whine of the pipes. And always, no matter what she was doing, inexplicably, a clanging of large iron pots. "I'll be right back," she whispered in my ear.

It was dark in the room, the stiff comforter scratching my naked thighs. The kitchen light cut the floor like a slice of orange, and there was a rumble in the driveway. My head was still stretching toward the ceiling, Momma gently wringing my neck like the neck of a chicken and we did a tippy toe dance into the living room to see. The screen door creaked open and the doorknob was turning, but I was suddenly blinded by the washrag Momma slapped on me. It smelled of bleach and piss. "Thanks Jean," Momma said to herself. "Sure no problem" Jean said. "We're going to blow this bastard to smithereens!" "To kingdom come." "Our will be done!" "Holy shit, yes!" said Jean. And I heard them slap palms.

And sure enough it was Daddy who came through the door, I could hear his voice say "Woah!" He looked like a bear through the thin washcloth and I wondered what sort of comfort I was supposed to be deriving from this. They converged on him, though my eyes might have been crossing from the fever or the ammonia or whatever.

The pair of hands still on my neck roughhoused me into a corner then finally let me go. My head began to wiggle upwards from the rest of me and the rag slipped off my face. I tried to hold my head steady with both hands, but my palms were so slippery sweaty; I felt it inching up. In the kitchen the light was blazing but, there was no one around. I looked toward the door which was now closed and on the floor, near the Welcome mat, there was a gleaming brown stain freshly mopped.

"Godamn it! Turn around so I can see about you!" Momma screamed from behind me and she surprised me so much that I lost my head completely and it smacked almost immediately and painfully into the ceiling where it bobbed and rolled. At last, I vomited. I was the potato salad, I knew. I'd had too much and the mayonnaise was questionable. Momma cursed and whistled for back up. And Jean and Jean came running in with brooms. "I really feel a lot better," I called down as Momma batted my head. "Then you'll clean this toute de suite," she called and I knew that I probably wouldn't get out of it this time because even as she beat me with brooms I saw her filling a bucket with water.