"Peek thru the pines"
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
MARLON BRANDO
fixed hole of a Western state, dandelion head
and introducing Eastern attachments, anticipated garb
waving photography North, buffalo bred
grabbing hunts and stirrup joints
- do you especially feel that now?
- barbers, half-breeds, wolfers: they'll waste everything
fixed hole of a Western state, dandelion head
and introducing Eastern attachments, anticipated garb
waving photography North, buffalo bred
grabbing hunts and stirrup joints
- do you especially feel that now?
- barbers, half-breeds, wolfers: they'll waste everything
MARLON BRANDO
Some of the old management and packaging, you can backyard
If you leave your work
To stay in the government brief
Ms. Ms. like to remind people how
We rent rustlers, much to our dishes
We know from cattle, stylographs went to the hills behind
We have stylograph, Benjamin Franklin
Strange s we spirit
And breathing
Some of the old management and packaging, you can backyard
If you leave your work
To stay in the government brief
Ms. Ms. like to remind people how
We rent rustlers, much to our dishes
We know from cattle, stylographs went to the hills behind
We have stylograph, Benjamin Franklin
Strange s we spirit
And breathing
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
DON'T YOU HAVE A MAP?
A collaborative, traveling essay in letters
'twixt Erika Howsare & Jen Tynes
Part 1, E to J-
It meant that if a form were intact, the understanding would follow, arriving like a train, not all at once.
One crow beelines for the juniper tree. There was an arrow between inherency and the moving frame. One crow invents a stick for writing.
That headlight would prick through the horizon wherever the frame then happened to face, and a maker’s responsibility was to steer the eyes toward or away from some growing light.
One crow clings to another by the teeth.
Where is the fast map I made of organic form (bubbles and lines) and chance operations? So they would often improvise each other, or a crow would wedge between them.
Unaware of distance, the maker drives too fast. Crow is a very old word.
What did I do with it? I thought of this while listening to an invisible conversation at my desk, an agreed-on collection of shapes drawn round the yolks of it. These I made into shards and forced everyone to hear them. “of an egg. a small fraction of entire white.” “blank space throughout.” This went on, abashing me.
One problem with crow is oil. Chance operations are a noble joke, they said.
The satchel of the crow contains coal and wet matches. It was a diagram of listening to (where is the clapper inside this heart or bell?) and pointing to (why have we not conceived of this body before?).
Organic form is obvious, they said. Crows are epicures and always asking what kind of knife you prefer.
Yes, I said, of course the maker ties her own shoes before the infiltration of memory. She is redrawing reason. She has been run over and now she must beg forgiveness of the page.
Crow remembers being younger and wetter in a crowd.
Where was that easy line in my papers? Is to pay attention indeed an exchange of valuables?
A frame not pre-imagined will seem less revelatory at the time. They made an enormous hole before realizing it would attract glossy feathers, then filled it in.
In a crow, there are two brains: the one that gathers faceted objects, and the one that worries about the weather. One hopes the other will remember to lay out the strips of leather for drying. One brings the other a paper bag of borax.
But I find the appointment with form to be a force for living.
Saving is the rescue of fact; the experience of checking-on. The throaty call by animal, specific, not lost to “species”. The immediate virtue of the existent.
Crow turns up inside the world’s largest toy store. Crow’s eyes turn pink and roll across the mirrored black floor. Someone fetches a vacuum.
Crow is an old word for “unnoticed [--------------]”.
Had I mapped this as a backdoor to the inherent? That awareness of one’s own means is the open jar, the forceful?
Other than crows, there are three more things in the category:
J responds to E at The Lovely Arc in late February.
Please visit http://www.horselesspress.com/amap.html for the whole hog.
Email Erika & Jen at editors [at]
horselesspress [dot] com
A collaborative, traveling essay in letters
'twixt Erika Howsare & Jen Tynes
Part 1, E to J-
It meant that if a form were intact, the understanding would follow, arriving like a train, not all at once.
One crow beelines for the juniper tree. There was an arrow between inherency and the moving frame. One crow invents a stick for writing.
That headlight would prick through the horizon wherever the frame then happened to face, and a maker’s responsibility was to steer the eyes toward or away from some growing light.
One crow clings to another by the teeth.
Where is the fast map I made of organic form (bubbles and lines) and chance operations? So they would often improvise each other, or a crow would wedge between them.
Unaware of distance, the maker drives too fast. Crow is a very old word.
What did I do with it? I thought of this while listening to an invisible conversation at my desk, an agreed-on collection of shapes drawn round the yolks of it. These I made into shards and forced everyone to hear them. “of an egg. a small fraction of entire white.” “blank space throughout.” This went on, abashing me.
One problem with crow is oil. Chance operations are a noble joke, they said.
The satchel of the crow contains coal and wet matches. It was a diagram of listening to (where is the clapper inside this heart or bell?) and pointing to (why have we not conceived of this body before?).
Organic form is obvious, they said. Crows are epicures and always asking what kind of knife you prefer.
Yes, I said, of course the maker ties her own shoes before the infiltration of memory. She is redrawing reason. She has been run over and now she must beg forgiveness of the page.
Crow remembers being younger and wetter in a crowd.
Where was that easy line in my papers? Is to pay attention indeed an exchange of valuables?
A frame not pre-imagined will seem less revelatory at the time. They made an enormous hole before realizing it would attract glossy feathers, then filled it in.
In a crow, there are two brains: the one that gathers faceted objects, and the one that worries about the weather. One hopes the other will remember to lay out the strips of leather for drying. One brings the other a paper bag of borax.
But I find the appointment with form to be a force for living.
Saving is the rescue of fact; the experience of checking-on. The throaty call by animal, specific, not lost to “species”. The immediate virtue of the existent.
Crow turns up inside the world’s largest toy store. Crow’s eyes turn pink and roll across the mirrored black floor. Someone fetches a vacuum.
Crow is an old word for “unnoticed [--------------]”.
Had I mapped this as a backdoor to the inherent? That awareness of one’s own means is the open jar, the forceful?
Other than crows, there are three more things in the category:
J responds to E at The Lovely Arc in late February.
Please visit http://www.horselesspress.com/amap.html for the whole hog.
Email Erika & Jen at editors [at]
horselesspress [dot] com
Friday, February 10, 2006
VOL. 4
No sickles wake
a voice that soon
will spread,
Drip on the port,
hushed, o cane.
Drip
From the point of
a knife, "freezing/
in solid motion"
First at
temp(t)s
No sickless wake
saw fingers for heaviness,
none tool the technique
back.
No sickles wake
a voice that soon
will spread,
Drip on the port,
hushed, o cane.
Drip
From the point of
a knife, "freezing/
in solid motion"
First at
temp(t)s
No sickless wake
saw fingers for heaviness,
none tool the technique
back.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Zodiac
With the letter still in its plastic envelope, Toschi made six
Xerox copies, three for himself and three for DeAmicis. There
was always the possibility Shimoda would want to keep the letter
overnight.
As Toschi swept past a desk, he shook out a Pall Mall from a
package, and lit it. Halfway down the elevator he snatched it out
of his mouth. "What the hell, I don't smoke anymore!"
He got to Shimoda by 4:10 P.M.
Using tweezers to carry the letter, the handwriting expert
walked to the center of the room, where he had a box of eight-by-
ten-inch photos.... After thirty
minutes, he looked up.
"I'd say he's back."
"Are you sure?"
"That's your man," said Shimoda. "He's back."
With the letter still in its plastic envelope, Toschi made six
Xerox copies, three for himself and three for DeAmicis. There
was always the possibility Shimoda would want to keep the letter
overnight.
As Toschi swept past a desk, he shook out a Pall Mall from a
package, and lit it. Halfway down the elevator he snatched it out
of his mouth. "What the hell, I don't smoke anymore!"
He got to Shimoda by 4:10 P.M.
Using tweezers to carry the letter, the handwriting expert
walked to the center of the room, where he had a box of eight-by-
ten-inch photos.... After thirty
minutes, he looked up.
"I'd say he's back."
"Are you sure?"
"That's your man," said Shimoda. "He's back."
MARLON BRANDO
A cheaper 50's Bellocq:
the likker is looser.
Helicopter glare.
Poe fields Bell,
weave.
What a lovely inspiration
hovers about her eyes.
The dark master sargeant, decorated.
Tiger, tiger:
brag bull.
Try for the sordid night's restful glare,
edging morning out
tomorrow.
Wilful suitor, packed and gone,
liscenced to leave.
Never to have come.
The intermittent may have
you ever heard it, well,
it's true about morning light.
There were things to adjust yourself to.
Hard, pumping
oil, all of these deaths.
All of those deaths.
How do you think they are paid for?
There's a certain fungus,
separate evidence of,
that cools itself at your heels.
Code not
lost / sold
solid gold
dress.
Where are your fox pieces?
Furnace to a woman's shirt.
I didn't understand why this boy wrote poetry.
Beef and machine,
needing to be fixed.
This party of apes,
bearing the raw meat home.
You showed me a snapshot.
A cheaper 50's Bellocq:
the likker is looser.
Helicopter glare.
Poe fields Bell,
weave.
What a lovely inspiration
hovers about her eyes.
The dark master sargeant, decorated.
Tiger, tiger:
brag bull.
Try for the sordid night's restful glare,
edging morning out
tomorrow.
Wilful suitor, packed and gone,
liscenced to leave.
Never to have come.
The intermittent may have
you ever heard it, well,
it's true about morning light.
There were things to adjust yourself to.
Hard, pumping
oil, all of these deaths.
All of those deaths.
How do you think they are paid for?
There's a certain fungus,
separate evidence of,
that cools itself at your heels.
Code not
lost / sold
solid gold
dress.
Where are your fox pieces?
Furnace to a woman's shirt.
I didn't understand why this boy wrote poetry.
Beef and machine,
needing to be fixed.
This party of apes,
bearing the raw meat home.
You showed me a snapshot.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Thursday, June 16, 1977
Karen met Husted
they met
for the hypnotism session in Concord
read Husted's report
She did relate that a phone was ringing.
It's felt that this phone ringing is offsetting her
The
investigator had his own feelings about this.
"She was also given instructions that she would remember the face that she perceived in the trance, and that she would assist in producing a composite with a police artist," ended the report.
This was never done.
The expert lived
for the day he would find a match
with the tall, dignified, fit student
and we became friends. After
2500 times he was in
Juan Corona
Angela Davis
to him the've all paled
"Do you think," I asked
"that
cursive letter d's
and checkmark r's
are part of
real handwriting?"
"I think so.
"What about that unusual k?"
unrolling the stationery like so many kitchen paper towels
late sixties
I recalled
it wasn't narrow enough
the sides as well
that they would cut out of the center of
The edges
sharp, clean, and even,
and had been cut
by a machine,
one-eighth of an inch in width or length.
Somewhere there must be a printer who would remember
the man who bought so much Monarch-size bond paper.
Karen met Husted
they met
for the hypnotism session in Concord
read Husted's report
She did relate that a phone was ringing.
It's felt that this phone ringing is offsetting her
The
investigator had his own feelings about this.
"She was also given instructions that she would remember the face that she perceived in the trance, and that she would assist in producing a composite with a police artist," ended the report.
This was never done.
The expert lived
for the day he would find a match
with the tall, dignified, fit student
and we became friends. After
2500 times he was in
Juan Corona
Angela Davis
to him the've all paled
"Do you think," I asked
"that
cursive letter d's
and checkmark r's
are part of
real handwriting?"
"I think so.
"What about that unusual k?"
unrolling the stationery like so many kitchen paper towels
late sixties
I recalled
it wasn't narrow enough
the sides as well
that they would cut out of the center of
The edges
sharp, clean, and even,
and had been cut
by a machine,
one-eighth of an inch in width or length.
Somewhere there must be a printer who would remember
the man who bought so much Monarch-size bond paper.
Saturday, February 04, 2006
" I do not know that Four Winds has a place"
"or I a sight in it"
(Charles Olson)
Long lawns led lit up to it
and passingly visible only
passing at night watch rooms
Or the green rimmed plates for paring
gall used the lot the meals would
that may not have been
The clearly washed you have
practiced birth right
upon your hand
Not once you dreamed not once
of it the loss of at once silver
hills slight single room
Has agency to tempt you with an offer
final so bought to fall
silent visits smoking porches
Burying therapy to doubt he suburban son
and fathers of burrow noon now find
the little imp of expiration
Or not advantageous or lacking
when and left all earning to
others wish you to effect
Conquer lot all night not here you have
volunteered all power over and now
find that not such a good thing
"or I a sight in it"
(Charles Olson)
Long lawns led lit up to it
and passingly visible only
passing at night watch rooms
Or the green rimmed plates for paring
gall used the lot the meals would
that may not have been
The clearly washed you have
practiced birth right
upon your hand
Not once you dreamed not once
of it the loss of at once silver
hills slight single room
Has agency to tempt you with an offer
final so bought to fall
silent visits smoking porches
Burying therapy to doubt he suburban son
and fathers of burrow noon now find
the little imp of expiration
Or not advantageous or lacking
when and left all earning to
others wish you to effect
Conquer lot all night not here you have
volunteered all power over and now
find that not such a good thing
Thursday, February 02, 2006