LOS TAN D F 0 U N D TIM ES No. 29, January 1992 $4
Al Ackerman Annie Laurie John Adams Eel Leonard Hartmut Andryczuk Jeffrey Little R. Barnes Damian Lopes KISS Vittore Baroni Malok love, lick, Also Bennett Laurel McElwain I,,",. j" Ben Bennett Dick Metcalf John M. Bennett Effie Hihopoulos ME. Jake Berry Sheila E. Murphy Daniel f. Bradley Musicmaster John Buckner F. A. Nettelbeck Emeterio Cerro Oberc J. C. Cody Joy Oestreicher Cornpuff Jurgen O. Olbrich Jean-Jacques Cory Bill Paulauskas Robin Crozier Walt Phillips Dadata Douglas A. Powell Luigi-Bob Drake Darrel L. Pritchard John Elsberg David Thomas Roberts Greg Evason David Roskos Ficus Strangulensis Steve Roth r"o Chris Franke Any Salyer David Gianatasio "Swarthy" Turk Sellers Bob Grurrman Nicasio Silverio The Haddock Jeffery Skeate S. Gustav Hagglund Alan Smith William P. Haynes/Elliott Willie Smith Bob Heman Stacey Sollfrey Carlos Henderson Ken Stone Steven Hitchcock Surlla.a Pat Hornburg Thomas Taylor Albert Huffstickler Theskineefux Peter Hutlinger Nico Vassilakis James Johnson Paul Weinman Brian David J(o(h)n)ston Melody Wessel Richard Kostelanetz Chris Winkler Jos~ Carlos Lainez Rupert Wondolowski Raff Lapgear
Cover art by S. Gustav Hagglund Edited by John H. Bennett
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JET APROCESS
jokingly the futurist enhances his pretensions with Glide to be our dest. Remain awhile to look. Aprocess. Of the lopsided opinions. his sizzling presence officially 100kin9. Imagery glue home. Weeds hibernate all parlour. Were mutilates the fusty esthetics and dangles the threat we circumstance exactly meanin9 is for cowards. Trust in more. of exhausting innovations. his marriage to the grumpy Is comdng. Windowglass. Not needed. classicist is a convenience eased carefully into the limitless spaces. he has no password. his nucleus is Vers of the chapitre disassembly partake. Voyageur unequal to iridescent and plots exceptional futures for the voyeur I write along. The freedom curve. How long it takes to craven buddhists. buy a reason. Known as latitude. Discover the dwarf peaches on a walk. How round they're not. What happens. If asleep corners the shield temple home. Do mongers. Just an easy job of sleep. OJ M The mornin9 net of how it always was. Compleat. .0 m CI) Jill's icy so's prereq oh English is a fave. So say it say it SAINT CI) oM sparklingly of all advantages most homes. Deliver us our grief () CI) back in a hamper sir chime hunger left into winged open. Speaking other tongues in hotel hallways. Labor to be skilled four foxes caught in the filter. the fluid finite must be kept score. Write out your system. in our glands. her hepatitis the skin they wanted to include. her lattice languishing in the heavy Sponge mat nect a servile plum unless of course. Myopia. Of light. her name a noise to some. () oM statue priest necessity. A correspondin9 chafe some blanche some ~o brie. Testosterone for sale a 9iveaway. Hope for relief. C tlO OJ Bob Heman CI) Sheila E. fotJrphy She knelt at the casket of burning derbys, what was that sOund if it wasn't thought takes longer to arrive now (trucks and planes 'lumber wood split by chewed heat smouldering in the cherub's mouth of broiled silk? Firewomen pallbearers, greased tins of peaches hammered into grit, the rat. hikes hysteria solvent brimmed green and spilt over their painted hydrants: tumbled under (a bolt of cloth made episodic much curb/tubelboilerplates:fresh aphids, bottles of sand, yellow tracks running in spangles into a glittering quarry where smoke miners dabble against the shade trees infrequently the subject fissured terraces. wind infrequently and sun only the inside of ..tallic looking buildings Getting up, she noticed the fine ivory plains, racing toward the edge-of-the-sky, again. The void teased a crackle over it Veins web and uniquely fe.ale distance thinning twisted cord within splay, the mosaic splinters, rejoined: hatsmoke gathers on the Moon: frosty the sun roo with the sun roof blading chores nimbus of palms: woolf-coat, all teeth and cloned spackle where desire gnaws against reticular at the fallen frond. She heard the music. habit reduces feeling to a fila of thought The aching hair, the mourners, the glowering corpse, the bell, the shreds of scorched crepe, the carhoms, the acid-smeared template, the sexuality of electrolysis brags proper sequencing small green and amber lights, the trees leaping toward chainsaws with robust mental looking playpens bandaged eyes, the center of the known universe, the tiles ofdesire, the an inside job wears stain. draws out a temperature dye, the clasp, the skin. like blood connected to the earthstreaa various blood flecks an undernourished She followed all lines to the edge. There, under battered tin, a chapel white complacency closed its silly Promethian Fist: there, under battered tin, a chapel closed its silly Promethian Fist.
The waxed curtains slithered on steel rods set in the glassy vault. Here was Memory. Here are paper flowers that bloom in broken tassles from the fear of Memory. Here is a space in the wet mouth for your dying breath, barking statistic feather various ounces, truth into wedding dresses. The tinkle of broken glass inside a musicbox, and then bury their face. in a sleeping light the wail of door bells. edge would be trouble for the teeter hel. batched suicide intention. for the most part dramaturgy limbo rocking all the telltale Some little bird, gnashing at pavement: mouths bud up and become slugs, viscous sunglass in the morning who would not rather grow shells and obtain faces. Heaps of windchimes clank and groan in a screw liftoff in socket glib (contortions) fractured quarry, sunlight runs away now. Children with gongs in their mouths magnify hand get. to the bottom braid jellyfish into a gummy shroud. Who can sleep or stay awake? (of things swollen as tones under the tone. under first person" maments chip and bleed before enjoying Bill Paulauskas blond the concept pretty Much deduce sensory body treeroots reckoning how much indulgence in distinctions solo liabilities sponge feelings BEAUTIfUL WRANGLER prior to wrestling matches one individual (only loses Beautiful wrangler of midnicjlt crops, Porch phantom, thunder cleric, woodlot doll, Sheila E. ~rphy Ca.e needling the gingered grain of this room where New hinterlands spring between the covers, Bushes shaking with crayons and trances of shops; Stir waves of ink through your sto~ grove rife with bitters, ON THE BEACH Lapping tea and tonic to old-fashioned vats secretly feeding One marshy canal whose tide is mine, all I know is Pumping the wellspring of my shiprock fancy; she choose SACKBUT Ca.e ~oning to a needlework of velvetine noises an old one Prancing my bookends, stovepipes, wry cartographic showers, like the Give them have their To discover your green-eyed diagra. dance over digest tho till buzzards overhead The loving transposition the hills circling on air Of your life. shewing "WAYWARD" David Thomas Roberts John Buckner POF.M OF LONG SHADOWS [The agrimonial application of burial]
the fittest ankle length bracelet The agrimonial application of burial sells the twon for 40 bucks an acre laying the lawn: a poultice roots in place of affection breeds lice into the gash you cut in the ground a figure of speech for the cereal box it's a fair land from the sky's POV Kenny. service here is terrible. no decent waiting upon: cold picnic scoundrel fairies punch out the lights over your salad memorial. gnawed bones while largesse & nobility stuff each other's pockets and my trains of midnight youth I want to peel back the grass like bandages pin themselves to blouses of nurses just as I lift these corners. shaking crumbs makes the speakers to follow nervous take account of the prairie, fair lad Douglas A. Powell . the horizon beseeches in its grim honor the hand to shake yours shakes of another's the scariest costume wins the punch bowl and rice is for dinner, peppers lunch
KITCJ£N Steve Roth in his egg him falling on the tray for her own PATC1Dl..I sake i wonder has she fleas always licking they see anything at .the top, of the stairs he slipped the hose to the door--she threw it im always that everlasting leg beef too much blood in her shiny needle & sieze the radar's bag 2 out of me as big as the sea as big as he puffs later my purse & its UV rays to shoot is to see a stain on the bed with lIlY insides thru their jeans; the leather strap's growing that white thing getting that dry old sleeper?--a few of the ants in its flapping stick sometimes myself he knew what excited me buddhist trousers a syringe for the crackling he took me to street all yellow his ten toes candy-eater haired out its miaou running down breathing imitating hi. used to sleep up in his Surllama lIlY leg; the flashbulb's nostril keeper? wifes mouth his father on hi. hes sleeping at the foot of the bed now dreaaing about TEACUP (PAGE 7) heads or no legs looks after his borrOMed squeeze dolly always it says always by god yes for hours the flapping had left behind couldnt i be born on a rainy day lick me IOOst of all it was his boyhood that way skinny lownecked rainy day to have marching into those pleated skirts until SHE PEELS OFF buried him up in the sun id like to know ·PLASTIC PALS my past from which instruments using like OF TITTILATION i was a girl first but hes turned the coated vertebrae the sky like a straw AND READY other way i made your face out of eggs recall her small cheese never let go GOOD ONES. cabbages tomatoes your mouth i a skin lose antenna her made hung its made your mouth much bigger drag it 4 worms feets the carpet thing Steven Hitchcock open daddy-o now hide eats there had better not buy it before i put it on and forget what god yellow elements? been giving him the drawers off my doll when theyre sick they bleeds at the bottom look more like a man with Surllama his beard growing a bed
Surllama Karl wrapped his entire head in duct tape, leaning two openings for his the plastic is a cloy horse, eyes, over which he taped ~e ccu:dboard cylinders from the centers of two begging for gasoline-sex and the muzzle of rolls of toilet tissue. Removmg his shorts and socks, he turned out the heaven's ripe paradox bathroom light and crept into the kitchen. this old woman is a soft hooker..booking... time is on the side of a burning slap This music pushes at us. This hiss is oxygen. ar:td shoeleath~r. Run ~e of eternal letterhead: shoeleather: length of Atlantic Avenue, sweet dream. TIus IS the end. LIghts. Chunera. the spanked calliope Akron! Bill Paulauskas Bill Paulauskas STAND ON YOUR HEAD the transom upon which recognizance rests e rg The pavement exc The alley om live a sumerian housecat made of bronze bolted ca 11 The blue cow complete wlwingnuts & washers y Canny oldster with a wok on his head to my chest st and uncanny balance it wards off hitmen The ladder - loyal to the pleated beards of the ancients Nates of the sniveling virgin herding chattel towards the river when the river her nosetip white as a finger The cane The egg The orange Spanky the Rat
Laurel McElwain t Ud 0 he f oor I AM BECOME A B-MOVIE the furniture craZily whirling GUE rbarnes poemno card he repeats, he Jeffrey little gets out of bed
o C Greg Evason ·rl DIALOGUE WITH A MIRROR ~ CIl Q) This air too soon unwinds us at the pool; 8 stores recaD no sense of passage in the "shit & 2 is 8" mooner claims attention at the overpass, buns to the rJght. cars gawking underneath (AWS) the heavens part like this anchor at them till and moraine topography worn WHAT SPOKE, BLEW UNTITLED hat on head (bent) singing left to right, a chorus in the air thick through fence rows shorted from beyond by less-than-perfect knifing against grain his is the scoring deluge feeding parts drinking paint to please my stomach and scraped over whetstones, well-oiled. wash its walls with zipper where the lunch swells, pounds Thomas Taylor corrugated finish where table swoons; burdocks stick to pants and dogs hind legs careening fleas for I eat lamps to please veins can't stop light their tunnels in legswell mooned the leak the tub's got (on thigh's side) (o'er brain's kink) water O's shore's meat shredded, a head of it!; drops dripping through cracks in ceiling plaster HE BAlL breathing news to pad bowels silently. What I eat sighs, contorts, mutates The wind swept hills in my shirt's surf, flesh of gods four-sided dais of blood auto with charred bones in tow what's belted in the entry dies; "shit & 2 is 8" An exhaled smelling trouble to clear my head. smoke from a pipe white and casual William P. Haynes/Elliott the direction of the wind. John H. Bennett & Husicmaster Alan Smith CAN I MAKE A(n)UNIVERSAL S%A~MENT, GoD? THANKS. FUCK YOURSELF NEGATIV£!? As the UFO grasses watch the godgs. I put periods at endd I don't understand. The fathoms ~re murky ot oceans, pretending the (now withqut piss eating itself silly: I can t see a lite gone thru with no major selt-inscribed ~isjudgementa. I can t see an existence with no .ajor splatters(God is writing these words, JImmy) my navel on yore own toilet seat-ess-is, eh!I space with no rules! Why is the moniker, SmAIGHT---always(al1mquaa t-noso) alwa;, assed wi th a part!cular lolly acrox the exhales a dragonfl* audit torry? I could give a tuck what my appreciation is! Gospel-Damn! I got no qualms avoouris regards my friendly and quamotose Juka! No pro~lem or loose shits! white as It just ain't possible, assholes! _hat?! Cause I wouln't teel too underneath the l3 olueassedNazishitsthatain'te~erwalkedintoaclearblastmomentoftheirownlives------ ly61--42 are goin' to tell ee!!! !?(MALOK?!) that if ~y feline coepanion consenets or whatever 17 post(cos)91--12(69) vords you wanta dictate, we can't aske LOVE to each other, without the wonderful morality walking thru the windows with their video and audio and their wonderful 2 imperitives ot•••••tuck you and die. Danke.rSeagal. Let'. go make some more devices 49 and doohickees to make sure death i8 eore e!ticent. Eh. I think and then I die. intensify this motion ;(ej.m.__ gr:ve less lIIellow. RamainnotesoUnaka· Oct. 23, 1991 MAIa square, until dragon mustard & broken ovary honied with liver ~ - • ~~~~a-;:;:e:~r~n:: A collection of a: tha~~~ a::a~ or weblight tragic widow .arO- actions could easily account harvesting heads Iista of lhe.lr best C'lIS- generation of Captivates. lO=ter~c::'~ creation of the original ar reported MondaJ. contradiction between a w' bleat the pu,~et of redemption Jake Berry ~ :e=:~n:~ merely me..... -- .... uch w, matter- x- -1(6/4/\... Merchant have dusty relic~,here~ , -".n.suppf~ &: his creaJlllll!l!lI= ~ t.re &: trumpet rot 0""(1 It iii. 'DA'Im DUDIrk ) ._---- lip Ii"", - ti in amniotic drool t food. The au_ _. I PII t • _ !rva or 5 incense Sol pentile uana Indoors of co~ 1 " 'oid of interae-. blown bitter mandrake & conqueror pavon stry, and - &: is ...'0"( &Ie considered c~%~ rer'~ ,,-a JtlS. & stuck in the metallurgy omc:e, "It may be ' ..' ., (li(~ ~':to~~~..·( ..1 - }[6/4 ben. but the onl~ ....0 ;:. ne~~ ::;.-~~~ desperate 11 l...... Uoe lrov , no. colloquial mama '~.Iien " 1 to Ie' . 4 2.acainst.,., o~t:. \.-:" ~/-,.': terra cotta red dew righteous ~ 7 ~;ru::,,,,. ~ ( ...... ,'~ . . ";i' ". M. M. POEM ....~ ( .db ~ ~.~
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Down the long thighed walk where the temples wave Oh's nose, down the backsteps he's, deeming a where the bending horses in their legless blood lay, dumpster's goal, with a sack archival; like he's his where the harbor burned with a borning light where the rival he's! Waited in's face-stone knife, cuts through bomb-'ems play••• where crowned with "a stick and a a book, so no history seethes, er knows's garbage placed seed" he's, with 'er chest in him... Oh in's bottled "what we're". (Cross the blasted steppe, stealing a ' pee he sings, er rings that bell of's foot! But he's lump of coal, with a back of arches where the ashes p~iled, f~am~ng, e~, phoning's teeth! So's strong blow, toward a trembled temple •.• ) Oh's clothes on a WIde talk s In a sImple grave! (Where the rending's a list of knees, based on the phoned horizon, what'burns chorus of flooding's name; where the path's rung! 'n slopes toward him! (Cross the alley, in a heap of (And the passed, in a lame's, in a frothing's sung!)) sawn bones, where the weeds, like rain, or a hair •••
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Chained to fall down in the swimming foutem in the foreet ia the antidote pool and reading the books in your to frost. trilobite. m"bble datura node. office and typewriter in your basement 'til a blood pod fonu round a common ,10.8 and throwing a big rock at a bad guy cinnamon honeh.air WOft a deIlar IIlUt, from getting dead table cIat,ered and.etal electrie. fl'Yphon wanio'rthroqh a teacab hOM Also Bennett meet. the Trannnmium Queen. her 'foliate lee profJ'e88e8 like a rasor aero.. the talaeUo doDe, SHE NEEDS A HER FORMATIVE Hcb eleetroDa 01 vile penaasiOD GET HERSELF in the ten allilverthump udder. YEARS WERE OPEN CROTCHI luigi-Bob Drake Steven Hitchcock he's a fishkistel, twelve, also he cannot write nor peel the carob tree TURO IN A PUNCmowL. so if he had 25 cents The big factory door was open and inside he'd strange his buckles men made Iit tIe bone idols and likewise and fats ran in rivulets dust CDs under down their legs ground loud smoke made blisters and r isens on the mens' heads but the worst of it and outside on the shipping dock all lost along his wrist a fat greek was smoking fags like for.ula buttons loud smoke runnin races the worst of it, I say - down his bone legs is the KJlTIDIK:NSIONS he put his hand in his piss whiskers rubber swollen apron and when he puts his nose she got pregnant at a dinner party evolving pulled out frozen moths on the commode without having to a fall and eggs and said at dusk spill her drink fling my life is where the .otes talk a turd in a punchbowl crawl in or sit on the edges of couches on a pearl The Haddock Damian Lopes Joy Oestreicher Stacey SolIfrey said she UNTITLED having remained( In this midday of high tide and sailing boats ( I've started to moisten your name between my sheets, )houses ( to feel to you between my arms and my cravings, eyeless eels--one half, out of the urban smiles and the principles. In this dizzy of your body and your black hair, one third in this embrace you, brutaly, towards my lips, ) jawbone ( I thought I was your master for ever, soon dogs though happiness lasts but little and though at 21 o'clock, with the last bus, anything will have been said. soon ( Jose Carlos Lalnez ( ) )having remained ( eyeles eels one half, (berc
one third ) jawbone ( LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD soon dogs ( Some are so precariously attached to the world he replied That all it takes is a trip out of town, Surllama A weekend jaunt, and when you get back on Monday morning, You hear that your girlfriend has dropped dead; It happened just-like-that (snaps fingers). a seraphim a ditch thunder distance cool rain mental waves The body, you learn, has been taken dogs hospital bark cars hiss pavement lights sirens silence To a little funeral chapel on Brown Street. planes bombard trains roll tracks vibrate darkness slither tongue You go in and the lights are so dim machines howl auto starts purrs headlights voices window fence You spend a good 20 minutes looking at the door slams wheels roll spin silence old man talks stalls body the asphalt of night roars by (Thinking how shockingly emaciated it is) Before you realize you're in the wrong raa. and Are looking down at a porkchop. A pork chop Williant P.. Haynes/Elliott In a casket - What kind of funeral business TASK Are they running here? What kind of sepulcher? Can't imagine it, annul the very state And this makes you long for the clean, sweet of breath de evolve in air of the swamp. yr own way the way When you, after hiking all night, reach the swamp, yr own way the place of You see that it's raining. It's not raining hard. chemical brilliance But nevertheless, three ruffians in a boat meaning the source either of Hove in on you-- pleasure or The nests in their hair are bristling with snakes and hirsute and They've got their weenies out, they're menace, clinically speak the desires Rustic beyond belief and dangerous. left behind by the But you're not having any backwoods sexual hijinks early settlers today, aJ Not when your dear friend has so r~centlv been turned () '.-4 kalimba and the beauty of Into a parkchop, and back again; irretrievably o '0 hand held small hand held Lost, at any rate. So you toss your 'head and say: C •.-4 instruments "Hell, boys, I don't have any time for this. this is urgent Hell, boys, I'm on my way to the circus!" or as recourse fling the megaphone into the stomach Eel Leonard Nico Vassilakis of VARIA TIONS ON HE HEto£ (T YOU BIG KlTHE:RS Your friend and fiend of the metallic headland takes a very small picture in inciting glues. 1 A cat is perched and a woman's body is twisted between two mothers. *...~ Sorry, but those who want me to walk between those two InOthers had better offer me some bitter cold. Her rolling basket case of surprise GOngora-endings Your sudden rush to the freeze-dry hoti market 2 Her irrepresible hiccups and biccups I drew a sharp breath although less than actual death Your silent reverence for tomato-sailors and cabotage flowed again. Her violence-mantilla spitted over in depressive endings In Tantric circles, the idea of death makes for enormous pelvic Your vitamin C fetishiSM strength. Her shakey necklasses fra. whose branches hang 3 Your holly-roller .athering woes The legs and feet when retracted up inside the pelvis of one with Her quacking aspirations for lions' balls no visible dramatic gifts Your dandruff flying directly towards the moon combine a humble start in life and Her green peace-patch-pie the brains of a turtle perhaps. So IWCh for tap dancing. Your rum full of baba-horribles Her doggy tail wail blubbering 4 for You, my dear Haster Nut-and-a-Half wandering like the lonely lonely It seetllS so true that oil rUfWling dOwn your foreare:; woodcutter thru a forest of trister trees whereupon there arrives out makes the lack of meat more bearable. of nowhere the One-who-bites-your-lips At the same time, one must not blaIE the cat for disappearing. Relentlessly "Swarthy" Turk Sellers Annie Laurie TWINS
Viento entre las sienes everything at the end of a rope trick done without mirrors Gente nacida de barro e ictericia, ningdn fantasma ya de origen claro Stacey Sollfrey hani una pausa en el camino para depositar su perdida junto a la mIa THE DIAPHANOUS PAJAMA y contarme c6mo ha muerto. Julie wanted her prosthetic make-up "-drive where the anacin pencil (Mostremos sin mas las cicatrices olXjlt to be" como alivio y prueba, peregrino) when he ate his meals, sitting in another chair underneath their chairs & around their La memoria vuela sobre alas derretidas feet, five of the biggest bits of ham: y el dfa se inunda de palabras, in her head parafso de sordos parlanchines smashed cracked. que repiten sin tregua 10 que escuchan, upper arms, into it again, mientras un uOOl airado de hojas que Horan her 'edge of consciousness' door waited for her proclama en otono, con mordaza, to come around; he became her panties, her flat que se incendia porque su centro, centro, belly, fuller than the sharp outlines of the shirt, for a while the meaty part of her pal_, el centro inaccesible de su tronco arde. in fact it unreeled-- he kissed the bathroom, hot, he plugged in his Nicasio Silverio electric razor &waited "-the Toyota's speed up to eighty and said, 'what's really on your mind'" HeDory but a Heaving Ting-rah: gag on his own madnan's flesh, ski~ng thru the I entered the Nagaland Shoe, for to eat myself, India. hosery••• they went inside, their candy bars wrought with AIDS Annie Laurie Raff Lapgear r------Proso'Oagnosis 1 The city of st. Louis plans -, to ban foraging in residential I I trash cans, but an official I I says the ban would not hurt I poor people who depend on re- , to welcome all voices :ruse because oommercia1 areas , warm sky open arms l!:.ave______the best garbage. ----.J stripping the thin firm bodies: Android••• follower of Sleep, hard taut nipples after the dream. "all because I own an inexpensive gml" oaptured in fIe sh Many veterans will no longer defined by language look in the mirror because led down a street their faces are disfigured in purified tear by hideous rashes, all of their hair has fallen out, when 1s I "what is and their cheeks and eyes this" are sunken. OTHER TONGUES, OTHER FLESH
WHAT IF THIS WERE NO DREAM Feeding Chambering In the middle of tomorrow Locking by your favorite window, like no one else. ~ ?iring E-4 t>~ We are real & astounding. Unlocking ~ :5 00 ~ ~ ~ Dead to the world. en Extracting 00 ~ Ejecting Tracey and Danny were married, Cocking but Noel has put pressure on Tracey, since she admitted she hit Geraldine. Kevin helped Nicole remember the past, but she realizes Adam has had a God bless the oop killers. life since she was missing. Josie shot and killed Mark, but everyone 1s afraid how Serena will react. Josie wants Adam to HOPE defend he~. Brandy wants to find ~ a way tor Adam to declare Nicole dead 80 they can marry. reverse scene'. (2)
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AGE: 21 FUCKING PLEASE "I'm feeling nothing" I HELP ME'
SOCIETY WILL BECOl-lE THE HIRROR OP TELEVISIOH Simply reading this poem will involve billions of dark windows the reader's brain cells, dark rooms co~cating with each dark sleep other across vast, in tricate, yet precisely coordinated conaeotion3.
hI tear the maSk" movement, wishes; stolen shadows, gay some lips conviviality; part & then speech. explain away a useless lite. :s adored by millions \ after ~ all skeletal. fingers all others, o retract from a u cool face, bowels swollen with the ~ rarest ot food. o you wanted to take u yoU1- heart with you. Quiet cold cars Prime '.rime People on a dark street as the people sleep. we oan conceal our "see you when I driven blood look at you" behind tortured flesh this television setting; instead of an "no more questions" answer, (4) (3) f. A. Nettelbeck Hartmut Andryczuk
David Thomas Roberts
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With prostitute honesty; A tinker's choice; The hangman's compassion; J Xenophobia blind grammars pronounce unique platforms. Bring blinders. Ukases declaim melancholy Jealousies. Erect embryo jokes stressing Figure. Understanding brazen Glibness bringing texture. Discern Bizarre joys called structure. The quarry's poniard. The natural oppressor's slyness. The political convention. Pat Hornburg Ken Stone Chris Franke EXPANSION DE BABEL GNel.ED IN THE PROCTOR'S A Bernard N~l GRASP All) BET HE wot1DN'T 7l .abes apoyado por el asimiento, la cknumcia CATC" t£; del desconocido orcUn, qIU adviniendo evidente ,in apelaciOn inventcu, ciegas ofrend4s: OR COll.D las palabras qIU por otro /ado han estado BE, HIS WILY conducienoote a ruuJa, yendo cU aqui a ningun .ilio WOOlD; Pero no Be trata dicu. no u trata cU la itho. IN TURN juzgdndose mirdndo.e aniquildndou. ya putSta a pruba MY Gll[ETIE:, TO sin mayore. privilegios qIU este titsto cU duraciOn BtH:! y 0$( sospechando que tUB palabra. s610 cU vida be stalks up sidewalk straightening tie, confident incisors el tiempo titnen en que ckmoras en pronunciarlas. ves cuomar packing objection-fielding skills en un tercer piso un perro. fiel animal Dick Hetcalf man in nautical costume asks me if I heard about the theft que .us amos han trculadado para IU descanso: just Over There he points he boasts My system detects ilas palabras en 10 m48 opresor de la mente torturada? Cuando en la manana te han ckjado sus aguas graban intruders befon they melon-baa your brains, rape your goldfish infamantes .ubver.ione., injuridndote te acorralan he shudders They'll take your rings! as ifthat were the worst thing thinkable Ahara tu mente emprendt ,u lucha, Be eriza en actitud de aurta: busca la cutucia qIU recela I tell the skipper that selling fear y 0$( e1lS4ycu y d.t:u forma a la vwunci4 is pointless nowadays, that people want intruders los fltros acoBOS qjustados a los disposilivos to shoot, that wandering around stirring up anxiety is low blow cU las coyunturas compatibus: upi4eiones Oh no he reports I'm not selling anything but qIU te conducen y te guian y Ie prodigan en ti security! he declares I'm selling peace ofmind! y en ti hallan un esp(rilu siempre lislo de OflCiante All(, descubitrtcu, han estado cambiantes y aullan My peace ofmind ends where your mouth begins but he doesn't hear, busy reading my silent messages ante tus labios absortos: a tu lado Ie cksenvuelven The scum who robbed Over There he points han adquirido tus costumbre, invadieron (L)IVING THINGS el {iltro de la tarde cuando el trino e8 intercedido took everything· plumbing fixtures old venetian blinds that were in storage iEs esto 10 que pretendes? gleece Y la palabra que persigue. the grape jelly from inside refrigerator door! It makes a decent person weep his voice aquiver blear estd negdndose a esa su presuncwn: su funciOn bloy precisando apencu tu trdnsito y rtsplandore. I console with You shouldn't talee it personally de actor de imprecisas escenas. Un paso but this you should: you're a pitiful parasitic nitwit clat y no reconocerds por d6nde pisal you should drink this whole plan off, go away somewhere shleep qui ciudad nombras. and rest a while, erode away the edges o/your heart pIerson Carlos Henderson he beseeches me What ofyourfamily!? Surely mlouse you want them safe and sound, sleeping snugly mlonkey with knowledge that Timmy's goldfish, Suzie's grape jelly blandnaster moon face tomorrow-boned. BlIN Darrel l. 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Not to mention what had come into being, like a thousand parti colored but rostly pumpkin-hued wretches in distress, from the restless (Excerpts from The Ditherers) depths of her IrDrphine-saturated torso. Disgorging themselves downstream- some of the particles forming a nucleus, whirling round and round like a liThe Buddha I s hunanity is capable of horror at the forms what am political party, while the rest are off-shoots that want to stay apart his own divinity has created. II forever, struggling for their autonomy, collecting wads of cotton, too I should try to rerrember that, Lorna thought to herself. But I" involved to tie themselves down to a fUll-time job. Espeqially since some probably won't because I have to howl like a wolf. young enthusiasts make the listerine museum wait too long. The doorbell rang, interrupting her howling. §§§§§§§§§ It was her friend Babs, her face shining like the radio voices of And she reflected that sonEhow she had always pictured this rare messenger boys on rotor bicycles who practiced a kind of magic, that is, glandUlar oddity--the prince of window peepers!--vith greased hair falling they believed that to express any fear is to collal:x>rate with the over his forehead like the desolate offspring of scme Sultan, who mrries psychiatric biography of a silent, pale crowd of persons who do not look a maiden each night and then orders her to keep imagining he died while at one another but only at pork. dreaming of a burst blood vessel which induces him to postUlate, for §§§§§§§§ example, that Mr BlabberIrDuth can reach the limit just by seeing a doctor At this rate, the floor would soon be awash, Lorna thought. How and a lawyer or a priest who was causing too many disturbances in the trashy....And on that opinion she felt as though she could base her con- classroom with a sort of boyish look. viction of an unlimi.ted field of evil reputation in slacks, where, But in reality, Lorna decided, he looked aoout forty-three, his face having blasphened a strong spirit of vanity and vagaoond love, especially the color of eggplant. of blond hair, bald heads have been seen by rore than one trent>ling ''Well,'' he said in his halting voice, "I take care of the grass here straight, bathing the room in a wobbling pink light that was rore suited at the sanitarium. And I like to chew the white flecks that mysteriously to heavy geese. Or, anyway, to a vast dominion of fat. SC>rrEtires not gather around cat anuses." even three packs o~ Rolaids are enough. §§§§§§§§§§ §§§§§§§§§ "--and that was a fairly lonely position," he continued, totally lost ....She thought to herself, "If only my soul was free as a giraff's now in reverie's bitter-sweet dClg'-hockey. "Rerrember, I was the only neck. II She felt as "glib as a gibbon. For a IIDnEnt she wondered if she Stalinist in the entire fourth grade--I' 11 leave it to Y2!! to imagine what should visit the zoo, for all her thoughts seened animalistic. that ~ like. And I was beginning to have these stirrings toward my fourth Lorna finished dusting the coffee cups. She reasoned that these grade teacher; her na.nE was Miss Borum, and she looked about sixty. And vagrant zoo-thoughts occurred because she wa"s out of her age group. Again everyOOdy, all the kids, said she was so crazy that she ate ~ dirt. her eyes rested on Pam. She began to wipe the runners. Pasqualli came in Okay--" His voice was steady, "I admit it. That ugly black stuff coming out and, even though his throat and groin were still black and blue from the of her IrDuth nay have been dirt-it undoubtedly was. It somatiloos actually beating the sailor had given him, he did his best to interest the two fell out of her IlDUth when she leaned over tcx> far, b? pick _up a piece of chalk or sorething. But, heck, I was SIIli.tten. scmetimes I couldn't tell wom:m in getting up a little ganE of "Squiggle the Fig." Lorna paid no Why, attention to him, and Pam paid none at all. Pasqualli went to the kitchen which it was.r was really IrDst attracted to: the dirt when it was in her to boil ham. Lorna called out to tell him not to use any hot water. She routh, or the dirt when it fell out of her lIDUth." He smiled fondly. heard him gI-umbling for quite sane ti~ as he ran cold water over his §§§§§§§§§§§ ham••••then silence. In the end she went in and kicked him in the ankles But--why dwell on sordid nocturnal ineffables when there was so IIllch and told him to stop wasting cold water and get his shit together. .,loveliness waiting to be tasted during the daylight hours that lay ahead? §§§§§§§§§§ So, Lorna nade up her mind to. this, she would firmly steer her thoughts clear of any further brooding; would go on to brighter, IrDre positive and Bozo get Bozo Done. productive endeavors....SUch as, for instance, stopping off at the nearest Then there was silence. Can anyone describe the quality of silence cocktail lounge to enjoy a meal of Bar-Stix. After which she would maybe piCk that follows fast on the heels of a total, all-out stomach evacuation? up s~ cute-looking guy, buy a can of Crisco and a package of rubber gloves, then drive out the highway a few miles and give him a "finger-wave" in the The idea seene:i ludicrous. Still, to part with her breakfast, even if it privacy of an abandoned produce shed. Dh, Excelsior! had D::JVed forward "a mile a minute, was hard to swallov. Lorna, down 00 her lmees and clinging to the edge of the bowl, felt deprived o~ perfect --AI Ackerman &Rupert Wondolowski • TRAVESTIES Of JOHN H. BENNETT'S CONG DOC last chance stone-jarred skulls spoiled from my doping chemisted day where the soil ankles awash in that I From my taxes of noon' toward then my fat-slurp thrOt1gl~ down it Stream where then my taxes of jars' dream and the Efe like an insect face o'er's stoneheads roiled from a chemistry's Buried their poison lens Drastic Lulls spoiled with plastered, down the soil blinks no the sun-mirror steeps, and Agent air sweat, covered our slimed with known, where the dioxin Fields, boxes of feces-grief, so a dawn might could 'e blight clear... Where the Eye like clay-eggs... So he cowered our sleeps, and a hole the stone-jarred In the last bloom, like an insect face o'er's surface choirs but Long oh he in that Seemed, inferred, inferred with drags, like an insect face, or's surfaced rice where the dioxin yields, a flaccid tocsin oh the fire rained In the soil ankles awash in the sinks, its swirl starts, spiraling dead eggs ... Where's face o'er's faecation's my cruel hope's churned TRAVESTIES Of JOHN H. BENNETT & DR. SEUSS Viscous core in the eyes I Rusty door, flat my hands steps and them! and pinned Daniel f. Bradley & John H. Bennett and a car! Sam I am! And smoking talking pencil sitting my shirt sleep burnt paper a Spit as I spit at them up lip TRAVESTIES Of J~ H. BEft:TT POCHS Where the pool's singing stink sunken lake I held wheezing I do not like green egg}:3 and rubbed my crotch with a goat. belly what I through's hip-aynched or's long like a play And I will not eat green ew and ham for the depoeitiona veer burn or scme damp drew, on my scalp I do not like them bare drew, on my run in me face, er, news' thunk, sodden Here or the stains on the faucets, an alarm clock wrapped thinking my hurt crowd-shirt, but's been a plate of paper in the door I a pallor in' s-up Heard it clicking dust from a chiIImey I Loose strut over and the Slumped over a sack of trash in the dark? Explanation wrung for in's splashy lull saw I ... Down arms opened in's head... Breasts stink sun lungestion wrung fore I he~l o'er to . Any Salyer the to it my lip:! sockets blinked what he brlghtbulb eatlIlg, through my sloshed, and chron... . Soup's ripped, like's hank '0 hair a' dice streaked vlth dust a closed, winged, stew ' what fronts 'n grubs plate POETIC LIGHT Any Salyer from A DIGITAL HOMAGE TO JAKE BERRY'S THE TONGUE BEARER'S from TRAVESTIES OF JOHN H. BE~TT' s W£TTIM; THE BED DAUGHTER FENESTRAnON Needles crave their own skin. Tasting the light crowns! Where his all's dock, A-diamond-Iotus princes an assurance creeps over the like wires spark... ''French fires" he climbed where eyes deepen like amphetamines. Demand it. And now the hand sluiced; In a boot of air (what the breasts if you will see by heartache - black canals through lick) So she the hand sluiced; is't hair he form, she gardens outpouring gigantic slugs & oranges. Leaves who's head's where a suit of the free seethes, like a blown against the high pillbox. They move for the heap, he's aerosol, or a soot, like wires spark... potency to be redeemed at face value. But a platinum the pair I confessed... the light. So they eared in cowboy. him, ticks in's shirt, teflon mirrors where a shopping cart, like a sink sogged where the spout I sleep like amphetamines. The cabinets won't have blooms... Ah's where the windows metered nests where it can be redeemed at face value. And take him to the storm-floor sang lie, in the door's speech gave, lick her own knee glands. A thief. And flood for a rag! (Where the bled pranced...) But the head indigenous numbness, mandibles over the eyes deepen danced, of stems like gas! What a seat where the like amphetamines. Wished to the cabinets won't have doorway stacked! Where the fails. Ah where the it even though my money back! She was supposed to carrion center, or flies flustering in's skin wriggle the shadow of a speed faster than chagrin. And (but what'd I...?) or halfered, skull with shreds, afterwards fell apart and now if you will see by like a face in splinters lay... In the walls swam icons in this nook that he could not what I expected (where she dove!) Could he wheres he the foam chums at face sleep, in a case '0 blood, like breasts pressed, er, like a cheek drips, what her breasts relax where the Needles crave their own knee glands. And now if you jars gripped; In the contents surged! What a bri·rl<-,- will see by icons in this nook that he is but a lustrous, he's several severeds (but proud ofs headdress with greater balance. Demand it. And take thought?) So I read she res~ a sock pantS""passed. Oh him to the shadow of a thief. air on the faces clatter, where the eye, like a cheek drips, or a jiggling I read she the eye, er, sang he For me. And a skullcap and now if you will see how missed, where his cheek? So the phones burned. Why'd he is but a platinum cowboy. he hardly heardn't or bees... So the wind! Where the locker loomed, like 6 ants pantsed in a case '0 blood, what the right slips! She woke with entertaining a necessary absence, please be sure to focus on its circular path to focus In a swarm of branching dicks! Could he slopped... on the retina. She could see was blue and the least a father to donate their eyelids. There the surface, you'll have while struggling with intestines or TO THE CHESTS HELD steely-eyed gratitude of "F'uck you witness here today will later be sure to the script would lose its fire so he and moan about neural complexes and his sister's looms...) violent attacks of a catacomb. He'd bifurcated into So here a start, she trembled half awake afraid of her free his clout!) of comatose vats alive with the posthumous (Where the who's the then guy-linter, where " pasteurization of an asshole. Don't refuse the clunk! For furled him like bred, sogged! To the door-elumps crystal in disobedience." or a cart, flail! Wher lock-in-a-bag (his He breathing sparked lightly in isolation - sweet and to a he's wher, suited whereds? A kite form-floomings squandering of lightbulb nightmares. There the where the blooms! Where freech fit he ballot box to focus on its moment to beat the case stacked what's rock, (but where stoop sail? (So sacrifice of a start, time is such a spasm and she'd the gardly he right fallen asleep and you'll know, time is your work in savoured! Or the norm of lie, human soup. Gradually, she trembled half awake like a hung-from-the flood, or the blooms! Why afraid she'd been a father to the spasm a ruthless the where then who's spouths vacuity, she was meant by transfiguration' now the dog on cent" juice, (er, would lick his sister's violent attacks of an here asshole. There the surface, a million angry species hands and curled in a heardn't hered like breast and ladies and moan about neural complexes and the at a rock tease of her lips drawn back into the sacrifice of an pair I pouts... Ficus Strangulensis asshole. But now returns to the toxics Ficus Strangulensis ArK HACKS BENNETT'S POEMS from BABBLE VERSION or CHRIS WINKLER'S STUN GUN ENEMA Here's a new Hack. Method this time is by ~inversion~, that is, I give you the poetry machine and you fill it in using any of yr most Stop fish back with her shoulders crawling to void recently completed poems. The way we determine which line you use onion reality exists and melting whores, for which part is fairly simple, or no more difficult thQn Bohr's anti-aircraft cups propelled by God in the toilet equation for determining anxiety, theft, and bloody dressing delights. passageways. Here's how it works. I've flipped a coin, and by using the following code I've figured out which lines in your poems you should plug in. Teething memberships on a brick.. Diversified organs You'll need about 5 poems for this. Ready? Ok, first designate entwining sex and blown refrigerators litter that the BULLETIN your 5 poems as POEM A, POEM B, POEM C...etc...on through POEM E. head and the largest organ in the door forcing us From here on you're on your own .•. still. Respondent plastic stifles sour flap corns soprano tears INVERTED AS A NICKEL DEAD MOUTH understood a pool of Alka-Seltzer later, hunched such blood behind the donut splits in the way high, us between reasons Coming into the house I smell Lysol. Not Lysol. Eucalyptus. protruding spikes and lynch a twelve pack, twilight A pan full of the little white cotton pillows, the ones you find and weight of hostile Excedrine take over. In when you open (POEM A...line 5...words 2 through 6), is cooking perpetual delight. In a pool of dignity. Twigs ....[etc] become telephone. BUlLETIN 2 ears The frozen glue extends to my left ear wax stuffed Dear AI: dog. Right now, silk teeth rectify family sins hat soprano between treasons pineapple differs. Time will telephone poles and Great "do it yerselftl Hack, the results· follow. Hope you found that follows us protruding spikes and far race through Bob Grtmnan check in yer ateck of meil (by the way, if you have trouble cashing your head and a hoard of lint. it, send 'er back and i'll try cash... ) Got a recording session t~is aft. so i better get hacking: On the tooth. I note it so anyone wondering what INVERTED AS A NICKEL DEAD MOUTH seemed like another layer in a waste. We lined the cold cream to a elder queer. The spears, a frog blew Coming into the house I smell lysol. Not lysol. Eucalyptus. up extension, bludgeoned goodly discredited slim TOP A pan full of the little white cotton pillows·, the ones you find chicory harp and go down taut skips prawn mortar when you open dreamed but glimmering in dusk, is cooking flinch. It's path. another blank page on the stove. There are some of the green wicks, too. Everything snowy owl is bubbling on the stove in a pan. And here in river, Oh hope-slyed speech!, that, at lunch, deplores the inconvenience of hanging out ficus Strangulensis with these women from the office, these tax-exempt mutual bonds, John Buckner these violent spasms of it's the cost of seeing over the singular force of movement, through which a sexual irregular seems to swap tongues' motes of air like hair through the scalp flows, sucking others' tongues, swapping the sails sank rising. Death, more and more supervisors are getting ready. Now that I'm a egg toward the stone talus, such mencement, seems only like taking road trips, or liberties, or the 5th Amendment,- or-freed way past that, or to langour, where's•.• , ALL HER TOOLS or to Jerome but you have to bring it on home first, I will take none LIBRARIANS Reserection of my frequent souvenirs of dismounting, since smear of grease where WHOLE NEW GAMES WITH HER the wings. I'm not quite sure what is a wall of light. We walk forward STRIPPING DOWN from the Pope to the songbirds, and at the end of like the followed THE SCHOOl pleasure crowned my wet with faint all we can see are these big, big birds, dressed up like some other GASH INSERTION! lay beating blown between .y light morning of my life. Steven Hitchcock when on my couch rose again fulfilled my pet named GOO BAG TALK HACKS OK, Johnee, I started doing Hacks off this mighty book of Bag Talk. melody wessel / Simple method, one I've used before more than once - devising a poetry brian david j(o(h)n)ston machine, (F-2), this (N-1)(J-1)(R-V-1) us apart A finger-king his tongue all slown down hides a light pawed down where (Y-1) (V-F-2) our (M-2) to its (C-3); To headache: a dimmer (but hardly whole) addled smile breathes a second (S-1)(V-B-2) its (5-4), a brimming cup of joe etc. and then, starting with your day's sequence, 10-7-91, I found And the rag-job is climbing loose shins, words and phrases. For example in poetry machine above I found "(F-2)", Hunching like crazy. Behind the sodden convictions that is, word of two syllables beginning with "F" in your sequence of The blind thornbush took out his seers-right, 10-8-91, and continued on in this manner till I had my Hack. But As though to stew them overnight in a glass of specifications, first I did Hack from 10-7-91: that is to say His gritting teeth were grief-spitty from passing (passing a grudge BAG TEETH Is like passing a pork bone; so's passing a car, come to think of it) But these were not the best motor oils Of nudge through stabbing a horse. "Oh, in a car alone All things can tongue from this cage 0' teeth: One time it was a wrecked thought jerked from wheels But mouth, mouth anyway in your soul at coat like a speaking- The seeming night of my fork-sloppy lust; moat!" Meanwhile, Now new waking's churning like pants to table We are with the muddily pulsing manly, More than this at table's chewing. When I where Which aren't schooled. You see, He's yanking layers They are of no love and all brick and what's choked in the walls, I had not green grew air through the leaky sink They hate and have their bones turned toward a thigh-thief, this Oid not phone more flinders more hoofs with sinking enormous "secret" bag That on behind he had a skull on a brick; Infected with the strayed but drowned. Because of the la vida Yet would be bone, could I but hacking ankles, They never take their endless doubling seriously, the real mud Cheekier and drunker and dirtier than flap-face. where's swish what they trouble (and for "they" Read "we", of course) milks the wailing rings at least, and The wailing rings Wash a sloshing face that you might hale as beautiful, in a pig I S valise. And, from 10-8-91, BAG TWINE EVERYTHING is boiled in their nose-fat; A little hill turns up with locks on the sagging beach, which Face down, this night's juice rocks us apart is racing for the jaw that fell through Where yellow flavors its shoes where they As we grow into the froth. Slopped our motel to its choking likeness; A second steam bugs what its shell, uh, er, bell, Leaving meat here to sleep through its snored Al Ackerman Pail of blood and drink It from the rotten hand it could not approach; DEFILES A gut-wind, its half of air where rubbers sleep, FLIES DESCRIES Twine he keeps from dirty, an erect herd, The love and languid voyage ending asleep, Bared clothes of prison of proud long force It does not know. OIL-~-WIN> It touches clay he mouths in. It must glisten. I feel Egyptian again, under the sun, on the platfor1l. IT DRIES CACKED Ok, Johnee, these last three sequences in your Bag floreat built lined five by five, and More times than not, chickens and built... I like to think this third is correspondingly the two flat in the middle shit allover my studied requests best as I combined them into this little ditty called we make a ticjlt box of flesh. like pharaohs under the leering sun, for understanding the mechanics "SECRET" BAG TIME the godly dozen parades. of earlier thoughts than yours. each in his own sovereign dra.a, And they scratch and snap "AI, you are the Entity!" we hang: at soft eye infonmtion. Like --world leaders in conversation into the sea, how much my tongue glistens for touch of your greened holes. In it but not of it? Dream on-- eventually I kick at them, fire ~ revolver Once a gorgon-faced backside chooses using the ladder or diving. two or three pairs lMltil the dust rises. They cackle Which hole of clay peeled the empty nose shake spined ankles in celebration. With the stone of shoes flaming like feet talked. On a hole in space where a pile of earth within sight of this light stands, Effie Mihopoulos Paul Weinman II A COLU"""N OF INTELLECTU4L century dreams and preoccupations. See what it says to you: HARI- KARI.t" THE GOOSE IN THE BOTTLE, THE WHEAT, THE MUFFIN, AND THE MARCH HARE Riko the Fool asked the Zen master Nansen to ex ~RCKS plain to him the old problem of the goose in the bottle. "If a man puts a gosling into a bottle," said Riko, "and feeds him until he is full-grown, how can "At the ashram in Poona the enlightened Master the man get the goose out without killing it or break Rajneesh expressed the opinion that Zen is neither ing the bottle?" a religion nor a dogma nor a creed--being fundament Nansen gave a great clap with his hands and ally non-philosophical." Over a quarter century has shouted, "Riko!" passed since I wrote this sentence in a diary de "Yes, Master," said the fool with a start. voted to my travels through India. "See," said Nansen, "the goose is out." A few months later when I began to record my This may be the only ultimate joke in existence- impressions of Japan, I felt compelled to add: "Zen when Nansen clapped his hands and shouted Riko's name, is not a solution of opposites, it is a transcendence, the sound hovered for an instant over Riko's head like it is a higher vision--the word 'Zen' comes from the an invisible thundercloud; then, it decended and the Sanskrit word dhyana. Dhyana means meditation but it foolish one became filled with enlightenment. It was a is meditation in the special (paradoxical) sense of damn peculiar sensation. no-mind (my visits to the shrines and monasteries that Sometime toward mid-morning, after traveling all dot Goblin Mountain outside Kyoto have convinced me night, the newly enlightened Riko returned to the house that the key to this is silence, a deeply profound of his parents, near the Shinjiku district. The dogs silence where all thoughts have disappeared.) A Zen outside the house all yapped at him, as though they Koan is not an ordinary puzzle. A Koan is insoluble; could sense the change in his demeanor. Riko ran you cannot solve it, you can only dissolve it. And lightly up the steps and found his father lying be yet, what most people never seem to suppose is that tween the mattress and the wall, flat on his back, each Koan, apparently so brief, so exquisitely pared already half drunk on plum wine as was his custom on down and compressed, has its basis in folk-lore; week days; (on weekends and feast days he lay flat on began, in fact, as an actual folk-yarn, and not so his back half drunk on British whiskey.) brief, either, etc.... " All in all, I spent six months "Look here, old man--attend to the words of your in Japan, investigating the roots of this theory, that son--I'm enlightened now. You may as well be the is, ferreting out the folk tales which serve as the first to hear what I've decided. And that is, I've de hidden basis for most Koans. As Webster describes the cided that I want to marry grandmother. That's my skull beneith the skin, so a Koan presents the bare final decision, understand?" bones essence of what originally)before its distil Riko's father was drunk enough to be in a good lationJbegan as a fully-fleshed narrative.... some humour. '''That may be," he said indulgently. "But if thing which can be seen in what follows: a retelling it's good-loving you're after, take it from me, you're of the ancient Japanese folk-tale (the classic wasting your time with that foul-tempered old hag. And Shinekosha Kinjiki) in which the alert reader will anyway, the guards at the madhouse probably won't let find embedded the famous -Koan of "the goose in the you in to see her. You know how they are, always act bottle." A true historical bagasse--as well as a ing picky. You'd undoubtedly do better to go out and cogent commentary that has at its heart the subtlest fuck a sack of wheat." foretelling of many of our own very real late-20th- Riko stood for many minutes, thinking. Finally, he There was no one in the shed to hear him and thus, narrowed his eyes craftily, and said: "You mean a sack of since no one appeared to be listening, he said it again, wheat at the merchant Yuchan's or a sack of wheat. at the more emphatically. "Eighty yen. The goose in the bottIe grainery?" might as well sit on the wheat and eat a muffin!" The father waved a hand. "Oh, the grainery. Go to It was a foolish phrase, quite meaningless, reflect the grainery. The grainery has a much wider selection." ing nothing but his own disgust, and Riko had no intent It was exactly nine hundred and twenty three steps ion of saying it a third time. But something--perhaps the from his parent's house to the door of the grainery. In fact that the fool who becomes enlightened only to become side, the noon-day air was dim and almost cool; bulky foolish again becomes something worse. than a fool the sacks of wheat were stacked around everywhere and the second time around--at any rate, something there was that grainery workers were attending to them. "I've come to compelled him to go on repeating "Eighty yen. The goose fuck a sack of wheat," Riko said to the foreman." Then, in the bottle might as well sit on the wheat and eat a taking note of the way the man was frowning, he added: muffin." It was an unplanned psychic misadventure: Riko's "Don't worry. I've got sufficient money to pay for my brain was caught in a sort of loop, so that he squatted pleasure." there in the shed, next to the useless sack of wheat, and The foreman replied that it wasn't the money he repeated his phrase, nonsensically, over and over--all was concerned about. "If you're going to fuck one of night long. By the next day he did not know where he was these sacks you'll have to take it outside," he told and after a week of this his parents had him taken away Riko. "We're about to have lunch in here." and put in the madhouse. During that time he did nothing At length the transaction was concluded. It cost but repeat "Eighty yen. The goose in the bottle might as Riko eighty yen. But his desire was strong enough to well sit on the wheat and eat a muffin!" In this way, let him overlook the expense. Eagerly he dragged the several years passed. Eventually the fame of Riko's saying sack of wheat he had chosen out into the grainery spread throughout Japan, so that the Zen master Nansen, yard. "Baby," he said. He threw himself on the wheat on catching wind of it, conceived a burning desire to and went at it for a long sweaty time with his loins visit the madhouse and hear this wisdom for himself. humping and pistoning in a frenzy of lust. Present~y As the story goes it was a great triumph for Riko. he became aware that the foreman and two or three of the Not only did he have the master Nansen sitting at his workers were standing a little ways off, laughing at him. feet in respect and admiration, but he also soon after Angrily Riko got up and demanded to know what was this married his own grandmother, who was a fellow inmate so funny. The foreman replied, with a snicker: "Oh, noth at the madhouse and wild as a march hare. ing really. It's just that you've got the ugliest sack AI Ackernaan of wheat in the grainery." At this, Riko grew red in the face and, giving a great clap with his hands, shouted: "Riko!" The foreman turned away. "Save your breath," he PUS said over his shoulder. "Don't try any of that Zen stuff around here. We're all Catholic." To the thrown puddle of pus with my shoe lapping, er, It was a low, inauspicious note on which to end clouds reflected in pee: on my cheek, foam where bulbs shown, shaking loose the cats like such a brief period of enlightenment and Riko, having wheeze tightening my shirt too drinked reverted to his former state, felt more foolish than to smoke with glands swollen in fruit my hamper ever before. Anyway, when he got the sack of wheat back sails under the beach of speech to his parents' house, he put it in the shed, squatted leaping through the screen tight full of rectum barking. Oh my fight's splashed, er, down next to it, and muttered to himself, perhaps with slashed with's leaking ••• a shade of mania. "Eighty yen. The goose in the bottle might as well sit on the wheat and eat a muffin." Jake Berry & John M. Bennett BLESSE VI ~<,;., Where the last la~ers ~ fo~..41" spatter~,rr;pelL~ A ~ wtench-blow.~'Oh.J butire ,s stars see.~' swar~ Slesse4't ~ere the fast play.ers ar tl ...... £!GiL cordon tiedl .... Staggering?!" -oh~flow~s-;bleed, for the screechBedk10r "'~~eYshaft"" -",,~ J" .. the neck 6'it"'es, where the-OiP~raCkS r ~ chorus .of S'-f~...... 'r like a forest tEll $ wind-ploughe speec tere 1I.J1-t'- ~h should • ~ breed, for leech feed, for ~ ~ "1.eethr\llhere th wound from hett nts fl ws ~~ L • 1u~ ;IIJt7 \bLl s-e. to ~~ THE TRANCE BLESSE But in soil sank'er will, wh~re the gate with termites teeters, Where the last lawyers fornicated spattering sperm with a wench where the froth '0 fate falls like drifts like earth's sodden blow. "Oh, but the's stars see." swarmed Blesse. Were the pillow, .where flesh swells fresh boiling mud spouting, where fast players cordontied? Oh if flowers could bleed, or the flood s1nks and oil hairs ebb stank - ill with painful slime seeds screech for teeth to chatter. Where they shafted the forever. Oh cake'er face (sore) with waves of Smelts, race neck bites, where the flip wise cracks were made by the chorus to where the surf breaks off the sandy shore. of stars like a forest wind-ploughed with splattered speech. Oh should whores breed, for leech-feed, for teeth where the wound from from her pants flows? John H. Bennett, corrected by Peter Huttinger John M. Bennett, corrected by Peter Huttinger Whistling hiqh in a tree slimy and black I stared at the sky at the mystery YANKING THE SHIRT soot that fell in my eye and spit. Oh silvery Oh so yanked I shirt in you so clear pocket cranked arc toward the hat! in your like, your diaper the as was I grown pouting An ant toward. the brim at the insert, buttons sliced through my cheek where walked. I got sum bug ribbons flowed, silent streamers of duck and spasm STEAM PELLETS spray but it didn't work girdles. So I lanked off you, arm-rift your toilet s6 I loosed more phlegm and or insect gargling full sail in the hankering pliers: drowned the little twerp Oh pandering and a podium! (What smothers us, like a Where the seethe in a shirt hid (except for a scorpion) lens of mud) but I'm smiling in the basement's knees, some tongue whacked on the bone of a squid a bee full of rectum festers like a heart left in the Oh I held that lid down 'til the steam John M. Bennett &Ben Bennett sun in its styro tray (Oh it's air in the world expands!) bore holes these lumps could not find No armature quivers muscle and hair in a gray soup ••.dug out with a spoon ••• smiling-sliding like that closet's spit-wall. Oh shoes And the staring soon attached made forests burn. or lakes! And trampled like ghosts swept through a Oh that heat deep in my pants! furnace and goats mugging, where the boats' wash slept The ring off, my tongue now in it like a lung. For the North sang, in only one ear. John M. Bennett & Jake Berry John M. Bennett & Nico Vassilakis th••kinn..fux sackin' Ricketts (Glen): lIthar's pork in them thar hills" REG & DIAt£ Diane is in heat. Reg is in transit. They go nowhere and do nothing together. Every night there is music. This is brandishing a weenie stic~ & volleyed how Reg describes the music. Take that back. He doesn't pork product argot describe it at all. It describes him. But not Diane. She to ward off vainglorious defies description. She fashions guillotines of clay. Reg hardwood hankerings--the coleman cooker of my soul dances in a shirt that says "Genius." They fuck until craves fuel! a conglomerate lake bed of fossils they're bloody. This is not a flashback. Reg discusses canarded & apocryphally dog-eared emplo~nt. He says it's a state of mind. Diane is a i bite again of the sagacity of the smiling rock star, waitress, stripper, acrobat, whore. She'd say & chapeaued hatfield pig. axis-power deer ticks gnaw it's all the ~ job. But she has no IIOUth. Reg has a to nubs oriental rugs behind diamond-back lumber mouth and he's screanl.ing "DuIIbfuck!" at the top of his that's no trilobite it's a dead fire ring lungs. Cops ca.e. He meets thell in garters. Here's a & picnic bench burial mound, sacred grounds look at the future. Reg is melting as a piano plays. regrouping a buoyed beach b'gum Liquid, ominous, childlike. Diane wills it to stop. the skeeter beeter's citronella" souls. Q Nothing is left of Reg but a puddle on the floor. a hot dog cart by a waterfall huron falls He's just happy. tucked in the woods, theskinneefux: i is what i eat. § Theskineefux '" David Gianatasio Glisten From Silicon (16) RElAPSE Liza Minelli's legs spilled out of the tube. Scurried about like a 98: hacked centipede. I ran them down against the br~ closet under the ironing board. Since mine is a Sll811 screen, they were only three inches high. They put up little fight. Acting out of spontaneity - I ~ ~s:hooled in hallucinations I took the legs over to the cutting board. I removed the candied high heels. Popped one in lAy muth. Licorice pulps. Not bad. I slit along a se~. Peeled nylon as though husking garlic. Although the legs squirwed and kicked, I .anaged never to cut the flesh. I have a sharp knife, an iron grip and the bedrock nerve of a recovered alcoholic five years clean. Adiliring the nude beauties, I paradoxically felt blood on lIlY hands. I blinked. Sure enough, I had chopped off the tips and skimed lIlY two fingers. I glared up at the screen. An ad for dog food faded to Liza's torso before a vanity. She leaned over to glue on lashes. Her scarlet sequined bodice twinkled. I picked up the tv, reeling around the r~. No matter where I waltzed, two-stepped or obeebo-ed, Liza's spidery lashes leaned into that mirror. I sucked a finger, tasting licorice, copper, prehistoric sea••• tripped over the cord. Liza died. But only in the kitchen. They say my fingers will grow back. But that takes time and that hurts. Meanti.e, to kill ti.e, I have taken up drink. It feels fun 1 a~ou glisten liv~s go t~rt s~pi~s fine to be again so full of II)'self. And like the glasseyed whore of a~ou glist~ t~rt sPpt~~ s~p the joke, I keep an eye out, crawling around the kitchen, searching 1 livps go for those legs that two-ti.ed .e into this universe of irreversible vice. J. c. 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