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Al Ackerman S. Gustav Hagglund A bicycle in paradise - blue vinyl boots a fluorescent ceiling nails popping out John Adams Valerie Hardin rt"Ul :Tn Afungusboy Keith Higginbotham Cll OJ The doorway opens on white sand pouring fran the volume control (J)rt" Rodolfo A. Alvarez G. Huth Cllrt" Umbrellas eaten by stanach acid - fine toothed canb ripping a Miekel And Bazhe Kargovski H..,Cll squall line chases the spooks outa pagcan holidays - bats ZCll Hartmut Andryczuk M. Kasper UlCl. squeeze out a hornets' nest into darkness - ash thick as snow ,." Marcia Arrieta Richard Kostelanetz ;0 rt" -i:T Vittore Baroni Edward Lense Ul.., On the rebound, rounded with a sleep, stone(! on stilts, parade o Ben Bennett Malak O-C balloons, lopsided triangles: empathy '<\0 C. Mehrl Bennett John Maruskin :r Diagram sensory output flowchart frenzy - payoff standard ;00 John Also Bennett Steve McComas 1-'. C airplane lifters, bouquet catchers nrt" John M. Bennett C. Mulrooney :T Lunchmeat, "Sunbox" brand, wraps your saturday raincoat Sarah C. Bennett Sheila E. Murphy ..,OJ :rrt" feeding mortal ape-thought Cl. 1-" William Benson Musicmaster (J) The tanorrow after tanorrow A Jake Berry Robert Nagler o 1-" (J) (J) Think yrself into a corner Enrique Blanchard Susan Smith Nash rt"(J) Cll C Dan Bodah David Nemeth ...... Cll OJ Star Bowers Rea Nikonova ::J OJ tAichaeJ Dec Cll .., Gregory K. H. Bryant Giulia Oretti rt"Cll John Buckner Bill Paulauskas N Mike Castro Tom Person Self-sentry Emeterio Cerro Walt Phillips cl champion Darrel L. Pritchard Vapourous dwellings dress themselves with David Chikhladze Dan Raphael tiny roses. They say sane things, revolVing Doru Chirodea Spencer Selby under a canvas of free transparent figures, Jim Clinefelter Serge Sigei dividing insanely, falling to a death of foam. Cornpuff Byron Smith There is language here, sea where a cheese Robin Crozier Willie Smith develops, concretely. Jailed. Flee scant highways, Michael Dec Jack A. Withers Smote entombed in eyes of gelatinous plasterings: Health Fabio Doctorovich Sparrow combed his sandy skin, discharged, evoking dim Luigi-Bob Drake Llori Steinberg remembrances. His health is disaster surprises. Mark DuCharme Ficus Strangulensis And memory dislodged into trees, nameless music William P. Elliott/Haynes Rod Summers in the canister where he bled two circuses. John Elsberg Surllama Jaw bone of gold, men found their braces. Arturo G. Fallico Thomas Taylor Jack Flanders Bennett H. Thomas Ilse Garnier Gregory Vincent St. Darrel L. Pritchard Gertrude Granofsky Thomasina Pfosatio Green Larry.Tomoyasu Bob Grumman Nico Vassilakis Haddock Elisabeth Was Late Entry: Little Mary Ann Paul Weinman Front cover by Hartmut Andryczuk Correction: Back Cover by Musicmaster In no. 30, the drawings Edited by John M. Bennett on p. 45 are by Ben Bennett
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SHE TURNS THE CERAMIC DOGS IN, TOWARD THE LIVING ROOM, MEANING: MY HUSBAND IS HERE.
(It was supposed to be a fake leopard skin jacket.) The import of his oration is lost as the audience watches a lock of his hair, shaken loose by his forceful gesticulations, c. Mehrl Bennett move right, left, right, left, answering the metronomic motion of his head. They stop at a 7-11; each buys a citrus pie and a fruit-flavored soda. As an example, only a boot In the tonnent of elevator to adjustment window...from candy blink of ~ay be left. Even in that posture--a victim's stance--he's electronic Tokyo one image floating repeated on the priceranges to kelp bed obviously the predator. After the rain slows, the sub of munnurous couches - the escalator rises cold raked steps, falls dying in station transformer sparks, smoulders, then bursts into combed submission under the glazed heaven of lamps. flame. The ruptured lovers embrace on a bed of radiators: they pretend they are Then ... she'd stopped washing long ago. in a subway map, tracing their bloody embers in a net to rock the city's iron cradle. Steam loaded dream-trains crash against the creases...pile up in The man is relieved--and puzzled: why did the homosexual scrapheaps along the splintered tiles, dragging the meat of cracked radiators wink at his friend--and not at him? YOU can help by moving behind their sticky tracks. to Argentina, she said. The cook's name is Peanut; the OJ's name is Flip; and she is Mary. The soldier fires over the childrens' heads, not at the children as ordered. The Danny tugged at his silk straightjacket and sang like a bird on mescaline. energy of the stroke derives from a quick pivoting of the waist, the motion of the back downward, and the full Six moons, four'rainbows, a floor that fell away into a orange sea and black strength of the arm, elbow bent. The anchorman is sick of fish with silverwire teeth. Fear is a dead cat in the belly, rotting into the tune they use to preface War News: idly, he hums bizarre shit. The seaweed gave off black and blue perfume. The six moons crushed variations. Four times, she checks the running time of the themselves against the iron rainbows. The bars at the window turned into feature. stiff black cocks, pulsing to the growling music that split up through gilded cinderblocks. Even with care, his fingertips gouge the wood. Bill Paulauskas Each man argues his point cogently and each has increasing reservations about the legitimacy of his own stance. She collects magazines about British royalty. The moment he's electrocuted, two witnesses embrace. The wart, located on the left pectoral, appears a third nipple. His characteristic gesture was rising on his toes while I was scrounging for moles to confess the smoothing back his long hair with both hands. The double arithmetic of paradise. One by one I broke headed dildo proves impossible to manage. About trust as a them on the wheel while the ancestors groaned. prequisite to friendship, he announced: If you're not doing Passed out on the porch, dangling my keyhole, anything wrong, you don't need anyone to trust. Her story I swam through the clover of an age without about the worm-farmer coming to regard his stock as pets is fur. But the switch was a father and my verified. arteries flailed. Scalbs on the wind in the wreck of a gnome. The doorknob, large, bronze, is shaped like a pinecone. Jake Berry Robert Nagler r------
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heaven's negroes inserted god and his ~ray hairs Sha-te-ya So those old tnstile shorts hissing proud! ron-yah; already the ~arble language allowed a stran~er to per Thrill night through the bum knee last night l ~eate e~pty vowel sounds; dead dogs howlin~ about superstitions Unable to furnish your Mister Thigh are best cooked at nig~t, her things eat eac~ oh. their souls with a normal sexual outlet, gossip. The girl painted ~er body wit:, sweet v,rass, smoke risinv, Erom her leat~er lips, her meat tells us of the invaders from the limp clevered over, nudged a smile. ngthe harvesters scalp-lock at the sight of his real true storya rabbit jerked ~ From the social standpoint, your delusion makes you a the eastliquid into liquid exhorting wives join in choruslust butcheriis ~eat to wind over the streched-out hose, and a smoldering styrofoam cup, avoid the snowdeep crusthte jerked ~eat wakened starvingthe ~an the doorflap face pocketing my bible unshavedred rrass like the poisonous veins footprints as if you had kinda seeped and felt pleasure as never before. without Meat, t~e ~eat from mel thus, the rear rawhide rein, the breasts crouch 'measilv about the central :ire. noisily lispinp. insects ~lide into wrinkles aoain Jack A. Withers Smote
Surllama SAM THE NEWSPAPER so i dreamed this fire escape two hundred miles above AsSonaAnce the mountain tops and the tiny cul-de-sac of an office I BludGeon swaying in the winds outside the balcony and the plate It's 1947. I'm Jack A. Withers Smote. glass windows leering through the space of cold hyper Two guys are talking about seeing a static tape. wind blowing smokers in the lounge above the stairwell They're outside Big Ed's Sports Tissue Shop. walking two hundred miles down because the dangerous They're scumming proud of their face~ in the elevators are all inoperable we found ourselves trapped throat's sky. They're within an image, a metaphor we did not comprehend, then Serving a salad. What a day. What a dermal washing. sneaking out of a meeting to grab a cigarette, but dan What is this - Monkey Island? Yow! Stay right there! I'll portray Rotorolla. gerously swaying murderers lurking in the stairwell, em Norman? I don't really know him. pire of the thieves below but the surface of the earth; That's it - we found him intelligent enough to home is lost to us we are not children any more but com see a mountain. port ourselves in comfort though the world is very dang erous and the world is very dangerous, hearken the phony II prophets speaking the world is very dangerous the world Abort a face like bugs above a pond where I thought I perhaps saw two men dragging another man Gregory K. H. Bryant Through a revolving door to take a good look at a roomful of men Reading Sam the Newspaper. Like foreskin drunk wouldn't punch THREES A dog's bark or a hole in the wallar did you leave Tribulation stinking under an old man? Did Littered shorts are not remove or stain but halter at the fold, no mere covenant You see that babe slide down under her own bubble bath, are spilt, no mere allocation in yr heart Her cutesy worm a leaning tube? Mr. Num's But spoke aside, intern at spoke internal jaws are saying, or shuttered out from what was there before "Waves, Waves. I launched a boat frail as you were sentenced beyond doubt itself in my thing relearning dickdom." sentimental glooms the rover peaks what's g;;;NS' signed against the terms for light you Jack A. Withers Smote called again no moving hours detain.
PORTATION IMPLEMENTING It measured-out no seams at inner penetration his anchors wove some eats at score from now Larry Tomoyasu their hours went by too soon from here to the day's homes in color spent not seeming Fake Translytic #3 forward into shouts the cold air along you hoping from somewhere that's not allowed but hears your heart beat, now, again is spoke to showers plus or nearer, looming The slippery pink dogs of night dusks the fortune has these names aligned. Luigi-Bob Drake slard thru my brain opaque-eyed & tooth-clawed the mangled remains they leave Thomas Taylor like runny brown diapers soaking in the toilet overnight the yellow display rising to the top like unforgiving sunrise. Tomatoes are spilling across the knife that I can not Glossy white fever shines this black skin. understand what's on them. The seemingly random Stink bait for eyes movements of the flesh, please, rare in the sound of You feed on this vision: paper. elect, destroy, repugnate.
A couple of the blue in fact, crumbling into a "No matter" you say, the foam is in the condom certain kind of this good that I offered her face We are all safe there are creeping under the trees stumble over six The children die young. ~ Ficus Strangulensis hours and salt spill onto the moon. Star Bowers 7 delete repeat delete
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Clouds swallow themselves and fall as I wish I can never be poured liberally over there are being spelled in the reins but she has no, letting the rocks sent tingles into people's mouths. Then I admire the chair. I've complained to crawl into them. Someday, the noise is growing on one of black, or bad? No, it's working.
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EXTEND YOURSELf On a curling table (in the fife) the arm lay, breeding ejaculation (like a hammer hobby) pearling with grease from the steak box. The lighter in's pocket's hot from's crossing legs, each in a different dissection, like's hands each other (whirling's John M. Bennett & Robin Crozier late lactations) down's cheek, chewing a tongue or coughdrop (spat on the sleeping-in-the-backseat what's ignitioned already "what he wouldn't take", walking along a pocky wall ('s fingers furling that cable drawn from's ass. "So that's what flavors ALL
PLATTER All that tall competition laggered, just stand spewing 5 "swallowed air" toward fer managed freedom of each IS haggard phase of speech, the land's reviewed, wisp of THE ash where the treaty thighed. Like laughter (or a NUl limpy simulation where the deep fat chicken) wallowed hair, cancer sang. Thursday accumulates, like March 25, 1993 when it all went too slashed across the shoulder, Marc, masturbation. Small SHAD 0 W neckhairs left behind and some kind of modulation o f S 0 MA manner; crime of gastro ENTERITIS
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He also heard that the las ramasenciendello hablan golosineo air pressure near where the Hmong culture lived was very high. es del lodo 10 oscuro como gas como sello KA~PER Sarah C. Bennett como matamuere la cifra .'vI. como el fonda! dureo. If Rodolfo A. Alvarez The Blue Dishes of Mexico WET THE BED What begins as a golden bird singing in a brick, suddenly becomes your eyes: Why does Cathy always make me wet the bed. painted with eyes. The forest of pole-vaulters weeping and dabbing their do not like that because I have to change. I red cheeks with rare feathers. Moses on a picture of himself, running down wonder why my mom always makes me wet my pants. the mountainside with a large negro. His arms are extended to either horizon I wonder why my mom always makes me poop in my now. All horizons are eyes, pale and Moses-like. Where are the blue dishes pants. I do not like it when my mom makes me do of Mexico? Whales in great black handfulls sprinkled on thicker white clouds all that stuff. Typewriting in the swimming pool. like melons. Participate! Graft the iron grates. Feel minds of midnight I hate it when my typewriter is not working. I traffic appealing to the sound of red skirts bla'nced over the choking abyss like to play in a swimming pool but it's fall and of All Music which is now churning and rising along the edges of Einstein's winter's about to come. My dad has a lot of skeletons Bucket in a boy's pure hand as he runs along a row of speeding elevator and stuff hanging around. I wonder why I always lights. The bird! have to make poems and stay in John's office. That's a funny mask you're wearing. The boy is in a great blue and brown field. Sprouting in all directions. Numbers lift him to the bricks of heaven on a bird's feather. Moses moves in statuettes as the child rises toward baroque sunlight, hearing nothing HALLOWEEN POEM but the prime silence in the melted grate. All is blue dishes and elevators filled with pricetags from women's legs. Flowing traffic enfolds the banner. I'm gonna be a mummy for Halloween and I like to put on masks so I can make people laugh and spray Bill Paulauskas tear gas on them and I wish I had a dancing statue of liberty and I like to make gliders so I can throw 'em. Bla Bla. I'm gonna catch a frog and put it in some water and look for a walky-talky and I hate the dolls I see on TV and I hate the Barbies. Also I hate that doll that has a toilet and pees in it and I wish I had a painting of a painted head with writing DISSOLUTION /til OF on it like the big John. I wish I had a skeleton CHANGE /i:I flashlight that just blinked like John. ~"lid;·.~ . DomeStiCate ?E ~w John Also Bennett CrumBled ." * .• PrImeVal FIG. 2 Larry Tomoyasu Comprimida luz desnuda renuncia de cielo MOOOO-HONEY caida repetida huida arrastra agua desecha Who can you trust? ... The revenge of the hillbillys? ... en un verde agobio You know you hate hillbillys even worse than a dose of my vicio de nube izada cock See myoId man had it right --- yr a miserable fuck, darse alga y siesta darling AND NOT EVEN A FUCK .... Who can you truzzzt? One Comprimida luz desierta stripping of the turtleneck & I'm pretty hot.... But my repulsa de cielo fuckmeat? •.• X-man at the party.... X-man with a grungy sense of resbalada golfa imagen fucking.... X-man had his glasses on the highway, in the country embarga agua erecta club --- X-man with his glasses at yr client's house.... ALL OF por un azul iman IT SUCK YOU DRY, DARLING .... All of it a fine piece of cheese.... atarse ola y tierra A FINE PIECE OF THE FUCKING THAT YOU NEVER DID .... There's no Comprimida luz nodriza place like the present... I'd see those hillbillies fuck you.... sosiego de ralos ciegos Maybe they'd most know how .... Nobody could make you hurt enough y ya viene el Conquistador for me .... MAYBE MALLOTHEAD COULD DO IT Pass the reFiida noche creamcheese.... Pass the horseradish Let's put the grunge su a fi lada proa where it belongs.... Near the riverbank on Sunday afternoon all the grunge fucks adjusting their t-shirts, nobody sure exactly where they got fucked .... BUT ALL OF THEM FUCKED FROM BIRTH .... Emeterio Cerro John Also Bennett JACK FLANDERS ~. As a boy. he had wanted pain of 'smoky holes.' and e Last i City unfinished surrenders carnivorous bones. bones the computer can read, Darrel L. Pritchard ,. ~ that show me what i look like ten lives and a thousand lightyears from this wyoming of the cosmos in a pontiac breaking vulture beaks with percussion ~ spreading until the past bursts into athermal flames Jake Berry ~~~ is how i remember these times. the pins in the calendar-map antsy with stored carbon, hair & stains chemically unfurling as a continual traffic jam recalls the salt worms of my 23rd year, the circumambulating vega of 29 reduces 300 miles to a ladder with missing rungs i play like a xylophone with my stomach mallet resonant from caffeine and gravy made into a mask whose eyes cant close RealIigned inside the minds of a 21st century scavenger gleaning from the interstate wind PubeScent this silicon and bloodwood rosary, synthesized franchised and irradiated in the shower, PRoTotYpe +' +' rain flowing in sideways sheets rasping some fractional name Q) c c from flesh im seldom aware of, a body made to go 65 on its own fuel Q) saving the exhaust for the monthly laundromat explains tonights mood: CD C a 15 inch windscreen, a remote control roadmap as if 39 flavors Q) WET AND PURE CD was more than the eyes 10,000 possible, the multimillionaire i'd be if each cells dollars wouldnt flood the market crashing under the weight of so many translations! exchanges! values, "T~e resurrection of George Santayana was ~ ~.II getting there on someone else's plastic; ---Lauren Bass, PRE?AR,\TIO:J FOR ~ ','lEDDING getting from the frij to the bathroom expands a glimmer of horizon where mud marred with grass too tough to eat or kill, the value of rhizomes, the value of carbohydrates alien to victorious races: Half mex n~neral, half evil old elf, potato chip wars, cola wars, Will you exchange heads with me? asked the mouth employing my neighbors daughter with the telescoping wrist Of that first mentioned squatting under the throne. ~o? Well, i wish i could peel the mask from my chin and reveal a steaming ooze of gems: Get off my foot, please. You are scratch-ing my POl-1Sh. see that light slice through the landfill of thoughts' empty milk bottles Otherwise I might have known, I might have known and used diapers, the solvents and mutant fixatives Better, she the huge fake father muttered to herself safe in their monasteries' heptagonal structures run a rhythm as alien On foot, marching at the head of a company of what would have as if heartless, as if circulating without gravity Saved me a lot of money and time. At present the~e are at least or with several gravities ambient pressure, how many moons Ten minutes every day that I must devote to affalrs of stat~. pulling the flaccid bodytides, formal as a one-keyed piano Also, lately I have fallen into t~i~ insidious round of datlng. we sing till our throats split, lips like last years rattler skin Fabled as Billi~a's eggs, I would llke to be able to spend my as the hair retreats into my now hollow scalp whole time the echo of undigested protein trying to kickstart a Not at some lo~g ago party where a sharp b~ow ov~r,the head va With a queer weapon was followed by that diP r~mlnlscent . filled with rancid fern butter released to slather where plants grow down Of t ;1 e pur i t Y of the wisdom that says " slam some clam" but 'til t h to protest the sun now unsheathed by chants we didnt hear the dynamos repeating my bird. when i thought everyday was sunday and church meant picnics inside some aliens ribcage--- ~y bird, twelve pounds of well-shaped veal, ~eels Lighter than a torrent of granitp, though mOlster, And those of yo sucker3 who commute by bus have seen us the fires pulled me from my car spat me in the oven as x-ray light permed me through the sidewalk like sewage returning i could see containers refill, plaster heal Riding together. As for half-fare, I still have ho~es, A dream of big savings d ily. After all, my veal Glrd and I as in wrinkle-cream ads the skin of faces i never see how that slender a hand Only take up one seat between us, since I ride it on my lap. scooping what light where the flesh doesnt want to fold: o love! Pure sex often gives off a sandpapered sound an origami map, a floorplan devised with clotheslines and bedsheets " But this sounds more like a tapioca sofa bein~ treated crudely. as if we're in bali everything larger and more translucent when subjected to enough force, inflated to a fuller potential Good. or like waffle dough that only shows the care of its construction Best of all my veal bird when irreversible heat tans the hide to what i recognize Has spoiled. Now my lap has that real tainty smell. as a place to begin to let sunlight through my boarded-over chest Blaster Al Ackerman Dan Raphael I!!/ John was holding out to him, so Fred did it for him. "Too bad, Rupe," said Fred. "It looks like your straw's the shorty. It looks like you're 'it' again." Rupert's lips moved feebly. " ••••trout-flavored••• ," he said. It was barely audible. Then his knees wobbled and he began to sink downward. Fred caught him just in time. "What do you think, should we try draping him across the counter a little? " said Pego John. Fred and Pego conferred, and Fred said: "We can try. But I think something more's MORE BURGEONING TEAT MADNESS going to be needed. Otherwise, once we get him up on the counter and start the belt game, he's probably just going to keep slipping off. I think we're going to need some was first made privy to my great insight or vision one Sunday thing to hold him up there. Something heavy on his head and shoulders to act as afternoon in August. I was, on that day, hanging out in Normal's an anchor." 4 Bookstore, on 31st St. It was a slow day as far as book sales Pego John looked around. "Well, there's the cash register---" he said. Co/u"," went: with so few customers coming in, you couldn't even pass "That's an idea," Fred agreed. "O.K., let's try that." 01 the time imagining what sort of grotesque secret perversions So, they began to wedge and push Rupert under the cashregister (which was some they might be harboring because, as I say, there weren't even thing of an antique and weighed a ton)--doing it head and shoulders first, which made Lile any customers coming in to be observed. for a very tight fit--and watChing them I found zyself reminded of Lewis Carroll's 3ivi~., That was why Fred proposed playing the belt game. The famous tea party scene, you know, the one where the Mad Hatter and the March Hare have pollut/Oll four of us--Fred, Rupert, Pego John and yours truly--had been the dormouse and are forcing him headfirst into the tea pot. Only of course in this sitting in the front part of the store for about six hours and instance, Fred and Pego were dressed in t-shirts and cut-offs, and Rupert was in his .y time was hanging heavier than stones unsnatched from a grass dirty blue Pamper which, ever since his near-fatal run-in with Sister Olga and the 1>r. AI hopper. The belt game would help kill an hour or so. The lack love oil, was about all we could keep on him. Aeke,.,ltI.. of air conditioning on such a sultry day indoors there among Fred and Pego worked deligently. All the same, it took a long time. I found my the piles of unshelved books was a big inducement to get some self growing bored. Idly I began rummaging among a pile of books that was leaning thing going among the four of us. against the wall closest to hand and eventually I ran across a real find: a paperback We had been playing the belt game quite a lot that summer. copy of From The Terrace, John O'Hara's ancient bestseller, which was a novel I hadn't It consisted of everybody taking off his belt and then drawing read or even thought about in years •••• straws to see who would be "it". The "it"--that is to say, the player who got stuck In fact not since high school, I reflected, flashing in memory back across the with the short straw--was required by the rules of the game to shut his eyes and grab decades to fondly recall how we kids had spent so many of our library periods passing his ankles so that his tail was presented freely to the air whereupon each of the the O'Hara around under the table. No question about it--along with Peyton Place and other players took a turn at stepping in and hitting him as hard as they could with !.L The ~--From The ~ by John O"Hara had played no small part in our oracti their belt. The idea was after each cut of the belt for the "it" to guess who had cally never-ending, adolescent search for outstanding salacious passages. "Stiffeners," just' hit him. If he managed to guess correctly, the player who'd been caught would we'd called them back then. become the new "it". And if he didn't manage to guess correctly--well, the rule was Now, with the volume again fat and dog-eared in my hands, I began to thumb through for the game to continue until he did, no matter how many turns it took. Over the it on a quest, a nostalgic archeological dig I termed it, for the parts that had most long haul it could be brutal. enraptured my fourteen-year-old delinquent self. And almost at once I hit on a fav Pego John got bUSy behind the counter making straws from a page he'd ripped orite. It was a passage that oceured early on, near the beginning of the story--the straight out of a Trollope first edition (which explains why so many of the books scene in which Alfred Eaton, O'Hara's wealthy protagonist, is shown as a child sold at Normal'S had pages missing, and perhaps, too, by inference, the sharp decline aWakening from a bad dream in the middle of the night. The boy cries out in terror. in bookstore customers that summer), but it was still several minutes before we Almost instantly his nurse, the faithful old Irish family retainer, is by his side. finally had everything arranged to our satisfaction. For one thing, Rupert had to Sixty if she's a day, and in a moment worthy of Dickens or Conrad in its poignancy, be helped to his feet and balanced and steadied. Fred took him by the left arm and I she proceeds to comfort the lad by undoing the string of her nightdress and uttering took him by the right. I had the feeling we were lifting a sack of half-paralyzed birds. the immortal lines: "~ the matter, ~! Is it the teat ~ want ~ " Rupert had been having serious trouble with his health and equilibrium ~ver since It was amazing. On that sweltering Sunday afternoon as I stood there in the Nor the beginning of the summer. He was a poet, a visionary fascinated by the metaphysical mal's store reflecting on this perhaps greatest of all speeches from classic con side of things, and much given to throwing his money away at fortune-telling parlors temporary american literature, feeling sweat trickle into my eyes and listening to along the street. In June he had begun to frequent Fontana's Cafe, on 32nd St.; there, Fred and Pego grunt in exertion as they worked to force Rupert in under the cash behind a frowsy green curtain at the rear of the place, he had fallen under the spell register, suddenlyl suddenly the insights started coming to me right and left, and of a voluptuous, middle-aged "gypsy" Tarot-reader and wet-nurse named Sister Olga. I found myself struck by a vision that I can only describe as incandescent. Soon he was going there nearly every night. To begin with, I realized that all of literature--not only just your average "Sister Olga says the 'finest matter' corresponds to the greatest 'denalty of underdone potboiling junk, but all the illlllOrtal world classics too, everything, so vibrations, ". Rupert would report after one of his visits. "Sister Olga told me the to say, from Njal's Saga to American PSycho--well, I realized that all of it could cards show conditions of this kind occur fairly often as part of the ~stic general be vastly improVed by the O'Hara formula. That's right! Think of it! Whether it be laws." His eyes took on a faraway look and seemed to glaze over, .. he added: "She David Copperfield by Charles Dickens or Silas Harner by George Eliot, Homer's Odyssey also sat and nursed an infant right there at the table, in front of ~. She says it's or Poe's Tell-Tale Heart or Melville'S Moby Dick, Fyodor Dostoevsky's Notes From The nothing for her to nurse as many as three or four in the course of a single night. Underground or Virginia Woolf's To The Lighthouse--not a one but what couldn't be Isn't that somethingl" heightened, brightened and improved by this shining additive. For example (to cite Unmistakable, you would have said; the signs were unmistak:able. He was in the from a title just mentioned), in Dostoevsky's Notes From The Underground there occurs grip of burgeoning teat madness. a passage in which Dostoevsky's "underground man" is shown experiencing angst and So, one night when, with a beer can and a cigarette in one hand and a suckling mental turmoil to an incredible degree. (He'S doing this in company with his erstwhile infant in the other, Sister Olga assured Rupert that all the mystic general laws and long-suffering sweetheart, who, when it comes to mental stability, is no picnic would be revealed to him if he accompanied her into the lavatory and licked something herself.) As written by Dostoevsky it's a scene totally unrelieved as to any sort she called "High Romany Love Oil" off every inch of her body, he lost no time in fol of hope or health--about as transcendent as a deworming. lowing her; and two hours later the only intelligible words he could utter were Ah, but how different things become, what an improvement, once we know enough to " ••••trout-flavored••••trout-flavored•••• " as ambulance attendents rushed him to a inject the O'Hara additive--to wit: downtown emergency center to have his stomach pumped out. "They won' t let me •••I can't be•••good!" I said with difficulty, With that he became a mere pale shadOW of his former self--and Fred and I had the then stepped toward ~e sofa, collapsed on it face down, and for a devil's own time that Sunday afternoon in the bookstore getting him up and steady quarter of an hour sobbed in true hysterics. She clung to me, embraced enough on his legs to stand unassisted. Even when we finally had him more or less me, and remained motionless in that embrace. standing on his own, there was no way to stop his trembling and swaying. Nor could we Then--miraculously--she sat up, simpered a little, and said: ~? ~ want~ rouse him far enough out of his mental fog to select from the handful of straws Pego "What's the matter, Is it the teat " :Lf Thinking about improving Dostoevsky led me to vertiginous thoughts about im proving all the ~istentialists--and if I chose to improve upon Camus first. it was only because I knew most readers would already be familiar with The Stranger and would feel the way I did about the book's absurdist anti-hero Meursault••••Meursault. a man so affectless and out of touch with himself he experiences nothing but peeved irritation when he attends his own mother's funeral. Later, of course, he kills an arab on the beach--another totally senseless act. In the novel's closing pages, Meursault. now in jail and awaiting execution, is visited in his cell by a dim-witted priest. Upshot: nothing, nada, more gloom and doom and estrangement. To see how all this bleak cheerlessness might be redeemed. one need only compare Camus's dolefully chilly original with my new improved version: "No, no, my son," (the priest) said, laying his hand on my shoulder. "I'm on your side, though you don't realize it--because your heart is hardened. But I shall pray for you." Then, I don't know how it was, but something seemed to break inside me, and I started yelling at the top of my voice. I hurled insults at him, I told him not to waste his rotten prayers on me; it was better to burn than to disappear. I'd taken him by the neck band of his cassock, and, in a sort of ecstacy of joy and rage, I American Frame poured out on him all the thoughts that had been simmering in my brain••• But--- "What's the matter, boy?" the oriest said at the end of my tirade. Unaccountably, I saw he was undoing the buttons on his You need a tongue! You need a rang spangler?! cassock. "What's the matter, boy?" he repeated in a wheedling voice. "Is it the teat you want? .. Terse scrolls tighten the diaphragm into a coiled grin. All night long requiems of My mind was working faster and faster. and I grew more excited by the second, thinking about my vision, about the awesome improvements that were waiting to be pistacio and mold. The prevalence of semen made. Hemingway and Faulkner, needless to say, were both prime candidates for a in the rage of our current posture will leave top-to-bottom renovation. For starters, I decided to refurbish Hem's famous downer us naked before the fridge when the alarm short "'The Snows of Kilimanjaro." It was easy. In that one, you'll remember, the reckons its sad demise. Somewhere hallelujah hero, a failed writer who has contracted ganghrene while on safari in Africa, is means grease and grease is piles of forgotten dying on a cot outside his tent, where he spends the whole story belly-aching and cheese. Spleen is a midget, or a curse with exchanging bitter, hopeless dialogue with his wife••••something I was able to fix a menu. in a hurry: Jake Berry !till getting as bored with dying as with everything else, (the writer) thought. "It'. a bore," he said out loud. "What ls, my dear? " "Anything you do too bloody long." "Hey, what's the matter, boy? Is it the teat you want?" And poor old Faulkner--almost every word he'd written could have stood improvement by my method, but before I could get down to cases and give him a hand, I found I was being recalled to the belt game. - In a way, it was too bad. I could have gone on all afternoon, redeeming and recasting world literature. Really, I was just getting warmed up. (I hadn't even gotten around to tackling children's books yet, to say nothing of biblical works)- but by then Fred and Pego John had completed their task. Rupert's head and shoulders were weighted down snugly under the cash register and his buttocks in their soiled blue Pamper were dangling over the edge of the counter which meant it was time to curtail my fruitful musings and take part in the game. Fred took first turn; and after receiving a savage cut from Fred's belt, Rupert's whimpered guess (" ••••trout flavored •••• ") naturally proved incorrect. so Pego John stepped up and took a turn- with similar results. Then I took a turn. Same thing. It looked as though things might be set to go on in this fashion indefinitely, with Rupert as the :)9rpetual "it", which can be a very satisfactory feeling when you're involved in playing the belt game and aren I t Rupert. But a very unsatisfactory thing happened twenty or thirty minutes into the game. A couple--a man and a woman pushing their baby in a stroller--came in the store, and. seeing what was going on. immediately jumped to the wrong conclusions. Out they ran, yelling for the oolice. It meant a lot of tiresome explaining and another spot of trouble for the store. Thus engaged. I was kept too busy to do much about my great From the Terrace teat-insight. But I. no defeatest. have hopes of taking it up again, and soon. No stopping a great vision once it gets underway. So more later. Al Ackerman MulTipLied MoNochRome MistRusted s. Gustav Hagglund I HAD ro SO 1.'HB PUR.PUl CH!IR C0N70RM oro MY BUTTOCXS(ALL PRO'1!:S'! IS EVIL, SIC)1-. I? Ot God, contusion. The end at the inteU.ctual's spit. The protected lut pair at· clean/brown underwares, a brain cell rlyin' around on Jesus's tOllb. I drew a pictur•• I t looked like s ticks or beer. Cope blowin' in ths windows I Adrenalin in God'. lips? 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Occasionally, and likewise no self-respecting corporate fascist IlLegItt~ate GrasShopper would swoon down the limestone gland Ficus Strangulensis Hack of text by Jake Berry IT WAS it was the white burro buried in the lotus pit, it was the gladiator marching out the door knob, TE DaY BOY, Y SIGO it was the plate of wet kidney beans standing in the sink, it was the pipe wrench floating underneath the bridge, Afungusboy it was the can of cement dripping from the barn, Toute ma vie un beetle's near it was the dotted goose cackling on a cigar, dying like a moth in my ear it was the stained bottle cap tripping down the stairs, or casks of amber splintered where it was the twisted nut bolt bobbing on the tree, my steam-femme sharpens sand in her hair it was the sectioned leather eyelet socket booting, ~ (like stare, gnawing my feet's poca it was. madre, certain of sailing the lodo's joke) Within I sweep "je suis", that fool's collusion: mi inverso's busted, y digo que no hay protrusion Arturo G. Fallico (in honor of John M. Bennett) Disliteration of Susan Smith Nash's TE DaY OH BOY TE OlGa John M. Bennett AsBestOs VaSectQny Selvedge as gravity's inverse wake CrEatIVity The copter plots some summer naugahyde SHE BALANCES Along uncovered skin's remaining free throws For J. M. B. and S. E. M. Ellipses rise, spree, release feet, rocks Fine attention makes her Release feet. provide John M. Bennett & Sheila E. Murphy so appealing wish. sense of balance as a tool after Spencer Selby's SHE BALANCES Key length words set to fit cr~ated by oral and/ or number or hermetic aura. conceptual echoings. Ellipses pronounced QUiet breeding world from raw frequency process with precursor. Stampface scrapbook part arbitrary rather like pretend indulgence in the breaths in a basic contentment. out-take rocks to sleep and This sense does not exclude musters a correlative not only the first eye visual lines which of her most enduring work. are adding a quality about them. Creates another shape for the Spencer Selby Made from John M. Bennett's article mirror and its stasis/evolution. on Sheila E. Murphy's TETH. Rising hunger suggested and directed toward an other. 'o(\~ ~e.--- corresponding focus to that other. Passage integral that addresses hOI \ 0V ;.' E! (~j ( Ie, it b lib a broader mass culture. It, st., Another kind of double or ~~v--,L..l u-J' I~l.r- ~ic; ~U") «~ multiple in the middle of fortuitous technique. fAI..rT ,J\£. seA" )fZ.,vE THE wAtL-~ 1)Ot.UNST~tl-S Dark circles on about the wish LET OVT T Mf: 4 I'{!.+.l:4 c: for things to have meaning. C (t.oSS 0trT 1>~kO G4'OUN't> John M. Bennett & Robin Crozier ~~ John M. Bennett & Cornpuff SPORE walnut nut-wall V. Savurml (2) K. Flormel (16) Bettered what's bevond fires down, oar - it dooms flinging Tovic Fumlccd falli~g feces at the furnace, where a pool deplores Yogurt Yurt history's own scam, liking not yr favor in diminished floods Soda (4) shim-stock (more) or shimmied mud on the wall slivered, er, (loopered) silvered destinies glooming down her intestinal anger Pup Northern Swash in the drippers pink hall. Ah in the broken winds at Cherries Peachlor Lateness bastard/as corner a shovel lay ... foresters remoted, hears to tell grapes Nectarine flames estuarine(s) them at floaters benign shivs; belittled favor- TP (4 for $3) :a good deaf (what slits in the chair) restores attitude's foment Breyer Lc. Intravenous Lv. at stormier smoothed, too wet or settled-out platitudes. shrimp 3/4 lb. Lugamo-flight Like a north of wives, or splinter stroked inner lines Com Politics force ductile alopoesis franked beneath fortune's hours, Ibx cracker pud whacker what sank in the drink's long sour Celery /wages John M. Bennett & Thomas Taylor SEE ALSO: cramps, fetlock, overture, mortuary and solitude. cc: Rfsm sllz toar Film ptrs scjl LUSTERED PITCH Rjst plzz frmr Lomt frss lomo Pithed at halibut... mastication forms another squib aft packed (brought (yeasty masturbation) sects...) extrasillize, fomentalling, boloosed, shindarno, tluctatorizationing. Loamer-stote. clinging's matter's speaks clueless, mattered/ Sew hays pelts melts extraction, one's (ninny Transliteration and notes of a JMB ball, nor) sticking-bole there's (no baud seems bans) shopping list Thomas Taylor stinking helms. Sit's bluster throwing, doesn't afterlife's pressured navel; spurling beds to the (bats AnaLogue slide) regulation burning. Here's stoking's BrokeRage doorward, forward's bled to perambulation! There your (whinny) blue-less screwed; there this ritual spinnings shoed, skipping buns! CHEWING Thomas Taylor I mean bumping into each other at parties, restaurants, and looming "Association off of JMB's 'Sucking's Toe'" dress. The more he'd seen of you, the more longing for that curling iron had the situation well covered. Who could possibly find out flames in the garage came from your seat? Flighty Brain-Cloud had her own apt. and it was nowhere but in her own flighty brain, or yours. Or, rather, Leroy Jesus Balls had also turned her off white people as a form of snow. She was in her mid-twenties, with distending breasts and seething breath that was interesting to be FLUX OR CLAMOR with. Roughly pulling off her nightgown, he was eating. Slow your risings tearfully. Slow seedy legs attracted freaks the way a book in heat attracted readers in uniform. They clustered around those Destinations occluded, they are passing the detriment legs in thrilled gnats, clad in outlandish endings, high on anything that wouldn't bite back, many, thinner. Ah Licking's nest best thing! of no your own in figments meant (eat rasped are) Rising didn't mind. He was Rising. He was rising cross a drift of swept aside too far to hold doubts in the sharper tough. People thought twice about messing with a skinned gnat. Their skins. Its declensions husked aside any lingering fat~er, Proud Stains Lack Steps, had never married either of their clouds husk and sentry, light-sky return was not a mothers. Flighty was 5 when her legs bore Jim's third daughter, later spool, loans you've made, the doorway seeming Hemiola Bandersnatch, a chewing he never even knew existed. With no flat enflamed. Aut your nose in it waved your lines Ah's lumps in's sockets slump! around, work at the farm became slapdash and wet on the teen model in London, cheWing, chewing. Feces aside, calm at outer way (their flames) are stone mice. What my lips push away from the fence you msy claim for your own (on the other hand, "Where the dawn like famine's skirts/ 'cross your lawn seeps, like wine on a shirt.•• " like strings on a pizza. What strings? (Humps a bop rhythm.) John M. Bennett Hacks Thomas Taylor Ack Hacks Johnee, Johnee Fills Blanks MonIToRed LJo MomEnToes Al Ackerman & John M. Bennett ~I AP.T!S AHYnt!~JQ A Hack of John M. Bennett' e 8LANl \ BLANlCSMANSKtP Rally ~ going abGut • third t:d the way through and fro- then on "~ is the ~, Mr. Scraper?" said the ~ you were aIOking. I Jcnew I'd haft to be oa ay toe. it I wanted to turn out a Haclc: "1 !!!l screwed ~ sir, It sai~ Mr. Scraper. worthy in any way of thi. big baby. I"ortunately, October has put a nip in the air, --Jack Harkaway at Oxford. and I've been .pending the laat couple of ewnings re.ponding to this by sipping 8ClIII8 of tho.. 11ttl. hot IlIUlled r\D drink., 11.tenin9 to bo••a nova and RAading Mouth hole eating mildewed laundry fast, and yeah and passed fat's that old Edwardian cludc JAC'J( HARKAWAY AT OXlORD. So thi., in a IIlann8r t:d speaJc1ng, chewed way deep down same chin you drooled ..t the tone; and fir.t, to get my hack undertMy, I did a very 100" JX)8try machine, down, but depends, could using one of SUsan Howe '. to eatabli.h the .tructure. '!ben, taJdng up your BLANKSMANSKtP be pasture wanders and nobody notices and opening it each t.1IIe at random, I found the word. and phra.e. I needed, keying for the lIO.t part off word count and s1Jl1larity of 1OW1d. I alao did a fUr amt of the spat-glittery hat means all lotioned wrists aquint1ng (the light heR in the II1ddle ~ at Wig House is d1nl as a 81g Mac after and whoring the body • night in the fridge) and this squinting gaft 1M IIOIM inteR.ting tranaformations: of a pustule "po.ture" became "pa.ture", etc. When I f1n1.hed I had a poem of about 35 line•• you chilled while cracking up; It waan't bad, had scme aIIWIing combination. ( ...... Spat-glittery/ hat ratted beana eating mildewed laundry's a sure you 1IMre chilled/ Stuclc.-faced! and yeah and paned fat'. chewed (Wing! all lotioned) sign that your brain's sizzling wn..u and whoring Belly rtaIlIpon fOUl and string./ injunction string. arm be.tows I on the grill of dysfunction, to Blab (wing••••etc."), intere.t1ng enough in a loose jerry-rigged way but a. I say th~ clicking conniption I had bigger things iii mind. So next, I con.t:ructed another poetry 114ch1ne, exercising creates no shawls for a face twisted in the cold spinal breeze • fUr amt of rigor--I mean, I put it down on paper not just in my head--and once I toward much hiding, then diving nude had that I st&rted going through the word. and phrases in my 1n1tial effort and fitting frem a doorway to bestow surprise the. in with plenty of narrative in ndnd, trying to use just what I had before me greetings on a Scout troop passing on that flr.t sheet to tell an actual .tory: a cautionary tale as I think you'll in wheedling egress along Cluck St., I think Prohibition detect: and I hope you'll enjoy it, and t.aJce it to heart. Me, I'm going to have another would work if it outlawed of the.. littl. ..rum drinks. sobriety in favor of frank In post-war oz aa alway. rage anytime the drinks weren't free, and plenty of ~~~u. them, and by plenty I mean enough to blear perception in us of your gross dysfunction when 1 t comes to _ea tin9 ~ndryand the cream the creal'll leaked out your front. Al Ackerman Robin Crozier & John M. Bennett Dear JOHNEE I OK, Johnee-: spent a hectic and inure.tin; Hallo'ween weekend, capped off by a trip Sunday Finally, after ten straight nights, I managed to break my chain of fool to W. Virginia where several of us were scheduled to appearnx on this cable-access ishly staying up and out all night. And, reinvigorated this morning by a good tv .how, which we did. It Was Rupert and yours truly, plus Baltimore poets Ginny six hours' sleep, leaped upon BLEACHED and ~acked u~ a ~air: Keith and Bean, with fflY friend Michelle along to assist IlIe in my reading. The show's called "Pajama Party." Their qilllll1ck is that the t1oI'O hosts host the show with every A.) Did this first by building a rather~rgorou~poetry machine which incorporated body dressed in pajamas and sitting in this extra king size bed. Hot lights. Two several classic lines from John Trubee, our culture's =oremost phone-master. Then, cameraS. We began with interviews, then everybody took turna reading. I did "Squirrel As Large As a Human Being," while my friend Michelle accompanied me with interpretive by opening BLEACH entirely at random, and matching first letters and syllable count, Polynesian hand-lIOvements. It was fun. The studio people provided US with pizza. with a minimum of "readjusting" later, I came un with--- I'd had the foresight to bring beer in my bag, so the three of U5 who drink beer- Rupert & Michelle & I--were able to take the edge off (we'd all been out on Hallo'ween BE ~RUE ~ YOUR SC~OOL night till the hellishly small hours.) The readings went well enough for us to be invited bacJc to tape another 30 minute segment next month•••••Anyway , on the drive I have said, "Those thrashed ~ants" back Michelle got to talking about a friend of hera who's been missing for about a You have panted, "Those rabbits" week. "We can't check up on her," she explained, "because she has neither phone nor They have yearned, "A plain of skulls where justice burned" doorbell." "HIn," I said, "'Neither Phone Nor Doorbellt ••••might make a good title The spanked have said, "You think completion" for my next hack of Johnee' s BLANKSMANSKIP •••• " Which proved to be the case. I got buay this morning and built a poetry machine, The sockets cluttered door to brakes instead of doing txx it so as to reflect the "neither phone nor doorbe11" IlIOtif. Then, I Every snook the hamsters' in the tv I breathe. took up your BLANKSMANSKIP and started opening it at random, and touching my pencil down--the idea wa. I gave myself three openings or chances, to find the most suitable Get it together, baby! word or phra.e. It went quick. Results as follows: and get into greek culture or over lake take inversed NEITHER PHONE NOR DOORBEIL lake reversed all night. Neither phone nor doorbell--plaster's Thought I so behind? Sweetness when the greasy's painted chocolate Nope. Uh-uh. No way. Brown distracts you perhaps from lapping. Wise as all pimps are, I know (for John Trubee) The blind fact that your friend's been missing, Missing in fact since she started frothing, 8.) Did this one by method I call "insnection." T:1at is, I opened contemporary Has put that white sticky stuff with seed hulls straight poetry anthology at random--got one of Robt Kelly's--then scanned Loud around the thought of "bail, again." And then, this rapidly and, transposing at randpm from BLEACHED, did a loose approximation Too, intimations that penguins are stealing your socks without worrying about much of anything: Are blaring as they approach the edge of The silenced wall-glare that spells belly in Both hands. The sick and free are TO A P!-fONE BREATHER Packed but night has IlIOre tricks than needly glass fat When leg bled, what's that leg when Brain. You fe.l as though nature's chanehered fumbled. Blame snails like Not nursed by flight backwards into Feeling a. though your very san!ty has been emptied rubbers, giving winking theif By tho•• penguins stealing your socks, your missing the green wires Friend, etc. Never Ill1nd, honey: spend a few or hair bugs of that sunk trash field, !'lore night., out in the garage, 11ke You did last month when it was mysterious, nonexistent what Broch called "the sunk Leguminous ~ odors. Don't worry--before long, the penguina lust in the glance," squirreled will be gone (after all, your thinking's peristaltic) on deck, the And as for your missing friend. Well, I just can't Imagine your friend with neither phone socks or rivers passed where the present's Nor doorbell hiding out much longer without all-night brewed under that hot lid Some sort of yellow trickle across the floor. till chair-head a sandwich whirls, (For M.T.) the freed paths So that was some of it, Johnee. Hi Yo Silver Away, Al Ackerman Mailart Tastes Good Before eating ~cJ()~ LuMineScent InHaBitAnts Al Ackerman Robin Crozier & John M. Bennett Mar. 2 My daughter's pee smells like clams. Sparrow (5peJled b:tholn:tal but ViGilAnte prOhOUhced W:ith cle~t ch:ih, CounTerpOint LaByRinths head t,erked kJ look:th8 over the lShoulder. Miekal And & Elisabeth Was The vessels leak cracks of octopus discharging a luminous wreckage fossil calender intentionally designed for misalignment. The ironies of conjunction saturate the exact capillary dilation necessary to project the intensified countenance of mania. The invisible trigger mechanism. But this is a mere qliphotic apparition, time endowed with an archeozoic self will, or some other "activity" even more remote that would be impossible to configure given the notable limit ations of mammal sentience. One means of escaping such genetic conundrum is speculative evolution. An individual, or even an entire community, could foster a particula set of mutattions designed to enhance the function of the species toward specific ends. Once the initial stages were accomplished the individual or group would exert an influence on the population as a whole. I WENT OUT WITH THIS ONE MIDDLE-AGED MAN For instance, one current trend is toward less materiality through integration with 24 flocked rollers in 3 sizes: his cock just knifed into me electromagnetic systems, leading eventually, how to fingerfuck my asshole five minutes later he climbed over the course of a few million years, to individuals consisting only of electromagnetic into the car helps reduce and disperse smoke fields with the ability of expressing themselves inside my vaginal passage the nasal prepuce, scrotal jaw, etc. in any number of way. By utilizing some variant features advancing SFT shaving he always told me what a sweet-looking of the current system one could animate matter in whatever form best accommodated one's intent. pussy he thought on a third level, the inner world Likewise, one could utilize the sonic, visable of the psyche box of 50. no mail orders. light, or infrared spectrum or any other organized beeperless remote answering system only have one real interest phenomena. One would be essentially an subsequent troubled lives of many of the powerful 460-watt individualized matrix of infinity, equally capable of dissolving into the communal source/ motor still shot Alten B. Clingen it impetu$ at will. In choosing this latter course was heaven the individual or community could conceivably accelerate the pace of evolution. However, the fossil record indicates not a singular, but a Dan Bodah divergent course, which inspires the question: is individual evolutionary divergence possible and/or desirable? Jake Berry at. and ate tIM pain' 4J CH-\PTER8 WRITE ME sao I hope you can help me, as I've recently found out that MY SPINI Just recently, I've developed in my mid-twenties and A"ICTID MI1 three years ago scarring and countless red months of IIORHYTMMS very sharp chapping acne pain and a cyst which was alA1LY HURT so big they had to remove the whole end of my penis. HAl THIS I'm really very worried. "m now worried sick that they WHAT'S MAD' may be permanent. Will they be? Is this problem due to changes in my body which really hurts if I try to bend ANY TaUTH IN I'MAlUID backwards? Do you-think it could be anything to do wid the truth in the idea of discredited biorhythms because O' SCARRINO of the pregnancy at the bottom of my spine? is there SO SORn any surgery available to get rid of them? 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Bennett y Vittore Baroni. -Well have a guess, give me a round-about. -75 to a hundred I should think, depends on the '-V eight of the current burden. It's summer Ume so I'm more relaxed ilnY'-Vay. Antes de dar luz a nuestro personal -Ho'-V much of '-V hat happens passes you by? Erase una nada gue no sera mas. -All of it, I am not suspended in the Ume I am Ahora todo se cree a si mismo suspended in by any means. El centro del (por 10 menos) infinito universal, No-milns-lilnd and the space bet'-Veen dormitories. Hasta la proxima vez que el interruptor se vuelva a conectar. T he life led to the life to live. The concrete and grass verge conflict. The grilss made slippery by the morning due. Yo era el perdedor de varias rondas consecutivas The leilt.her '-Veil dadsedo De un cerebro herido en combate con la gripe. The chauvanism of cilnnoniers. T he listening Dolorido de la cabeza a los pies, silence of the counter-miner, and all of that net op masticaba dormido mis mocos, hasta que tip Boom! jVaya! pensaba, como si ya me ahorgara, The countless lines mulled over and forgotten. que el Calvario era un rumor cristiano y The best best forgoUen, forgoUen anY'-Vay. majore tan pronto como pude. HO'-V milny lines? No lines ilt.illl. Usando un poema por termometro. I used to plod around in the darkness, no'-V I plod Me supe in the light. en los ultimos dias de vida terrenal una cienaga. Rod Summers Rod Summers RAPIDLY !'O-l They constitute an aggregate but don't know it, sundry useless uniforms, wild behavioral flucuations channing: GodforSaken space race CAssEtte Over & ~n, relentJessly, I sleep BlUnderBuss Cold remedy dust scattered in universal sunsets - leftovers BeWilDerMent distaste for praline, clamorjng for insulation Wonders: the late show piles ladders in the tanb of the unknown neu.cotic Chilled bones, stained panties of the underworld, backyard barbeque in furious daydreams n' snow squalls f-4a3ddening utilities (deviation useless) now cracked Yet in painless excitement Earth slides be.ckward Under the maplight, counting pills, pipe lit Toledo, then Tasmania Springtime in 45 minutes Michael Dec N/ A Al Ackerman Everyone knCMS I want to fuck her~ theoretically, we're all docrned That's assuming the sky is a trap & a penchant fr peons Walt Phillips & warble on all local stations HACK ATTACK, ER HACKEYSACK Sure Recent articles, reftuxed, who's passion ate detritus or met your self in fragments met (at rastier stares) are left astride beyond your own doubt at a happier & fr foxtrots there's an old doctor sheen. These destinations busk her down aligning nipples & fr seeds there's an eminence roughed busker at the pole, my own rerun removes me & fr crissakes it's balsa, or candy - I've got the recipe, after school, a floater in the pool, an open ear removes so paint out and passed, entrained. And your heart was opened, in flames beyond, ·calm at the outer way· (inside skin). A RAGE OF FISHES The wall sez YEEEF.EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE FIX ON STAMMER (could be WStamenW) Brain dew's in the wrong backyard Manna repositions ectoplasm in weekly slivers Descent of particles, deliner'd left her stamen poring out of light, mark-stare in finnament (a roomier palm) Sky bent asks to step aside what's hopped at the loonier claim shifts. Here's a pattern from within destiny, alarms A rat in the streetlight lens - are pealing skips in yr hold; a return askew what absence I used t' believe that but it was like a shark attack, the snow, loafd~ut, no motor in yr fool, wham a skier put shoal bleeding my house blue, blinding thranbosis, what past, enshrined. At hours spun from gravier times weed it up and MENTION NEVER PLWJ>.YS astrid, foaled at the heater'd bay (no names). Bennett H. Thomas (Flurry, fury, or was it flyfishing) Michael Dec SPENT BRAINS IT MAY BE MORE LIKE TOMORROW THAN TODAY LUNA BISONTE I cant take no mo ... I was sunny. Bubblegum blared. I was waxing my vehicle. The cops when I apply pressure appeared. We smiled. I owned property. They owned property. They on his forehead Luna Bisonte prods my elbow whistled Dixie. Evaporated in the direction of an apparent rape. when he furrows his brows To another lunge. A scientist happened by, preaching the end of the world. He yelled he walks back & forth Beer glass to lips of cellophane in my ear there were only four billion years left, before the sun back & forths, etc. Stretched over hole. became a red giant and gobbled Earth whole. he tokes & tokes those dam Safe drinking. I tossed him a nickel, but still he wouldn't leave. ciggaretts, walks back & fourth I can't remember. I asked if he could predict the future of certain particles in my complains & moans his life sucks Your hangnails click trunk. He crawled in and I slammed and locked the hatch. Turned all the & does nothing about it . On my heart. way up the bubblegum. I cant take it, I cant . Ow! Gosh! He would only scream for a day or two. I'd drive around with him he took it... I gave it' to him Place my face. in there for another week. Then clean him out with lye. 4 times, yeah ... that was great Tip of your tongue. Suddenly felt like cutting my own dick off. What made me have 4 times, messed up my good carpet! Tender. these thoughts? dam it! dam it', never stop will you I am the boy scout Folded the rag. Rubbed the hood hard. KPOK blared the latest douche. never! even when your DEAD! You-- You dreamed of. (Even way up here, I felt him kicking around). BASTARD, BASTARD" I! You'll be Place me on your A new song. Caught lyric spasms: you gotta want me ... want me ... my fertilizer now ... Chest of Drawers, stay tonight ... cut your balls off. Now I apply the pressure Invincible. Whup! no, that wasn't in the song. I gotta stop thinking this shit. encase the hole with gauze I am the itch, Just last week when we had some sunshine, I dyed my hair azure, got my the dog barks, I kick it... You the thoughtful finger nose pierced. Later that night, drunk on Chivas under a toenail moon, he squeals ... Drawing blood. fishbarbed my nipples. Sharp as hell raisers. Petty fool that guy ... Place my face. I won't cut it all the way off. Subincision. Smear the blood on my Now for the first time he'll work. Slightly askew. face. Hike upstairs and pay the landlord. This is religious stuff. Now I Pushing up my Forgotten. hallucinate cops reflected on the sheen of my hood. flower path ... I turn around in the direction of voices. They are real. They are looking for a missing scientist. Maybe I know a few facts? Tom Person No, I haven't seen anything but my reflection. But as a matter of Llori Steinberg fact, I was in the process of purchasing a nationally advertized computer. The cops grinned. Shook my hand. Collected my autograph. Hooked a battery to my tits. Tested for feedback. Got none. Let my tits drop. MoleSting Glanced my make sure in the backseat. Kicked the tires. Ate a hamburger MisBegOt JUMPING ROPE UNDER WATER and violently farted on the locked trunk. MiCripHone They walked off thanking me for staying. MeTapHors Thethermoswarmed A little girl came by selling heroin. I sent her out for a sixpack. every beard cooled was hot, and the sun - which in fact is the nearest star - was sober. during anal comprehension wisdom hiding underneath Willie Smi th mushrooms glowing wholey HOSPITAL SONNET - 13 triangular nipples NEW-AGE CADDIES taut lips guarding old [look up] wounds of nymphomania eyes When llamas began being used to be able wobbling hugantic steadily as bag-carriers on golf courses (a lit candle) while burglars thromp above RAIN Born-Again Christians searched [swim] mortal hookers their bibles ... read disaster to let go mental robots tooling about In an instant cold, no fingered each other as homosexuals. of a destination point to relish underwater Women who wanted children (a pair of socks) bourgeois transvestites dancing boogaloo tongues speaking Martain habits, I throw my hands realized why they wouldn't in that time poopshoots in exile in a cross. Seeping in. went to where those llamas were [anger] BackwardMarvin combing Trojan In traffic I find a dictionary watched their wiseness a profound fire walking, hide and peek. begged for answers, whichways. (a rose) warriors backing Tibetan squirrels Not a thing, how it is, But those llamas in their aloofness more than, above fucking acorns while on another how can I carry? raised their eyes higher, spit concentration of the mind planet growing dicks and flowers [walk like a bird] Elvira said suck forward spit straight in their faces. Nivram ate grass underneath David Nemeth Tho the sunsets grew murky burning lamplight friends talking golf scores improved. William Benson truthwhile slipping... Paul Weinman Pfosati 0 Green Gertrude Gramofsky UncHanged UltImAtUm TemperAte Byron Smith TeLegRams SynTheTic "Dress OH DRESS" my lacy dress is gone oh dress I tossed into tool shed no I tossed into the toll booth, going 60 miles per hour. 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