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LOS T AND F 0 U N D TI " ES No. 19, May 1986 S3 Al Ackerman S. Gustav Hagglund John Adams wf. heineman Ivan ArgUelles Bob Heman Vittore Baroni Crag Hill C. Mehrl Bennett G. Huth John Bennett Charles L. Johnson John M. Bennett Snow White Jung William E. Bennett M. Kettner Bliss Blood Mark Laba Ernest Noyes Brookings John Wingo long John Buckner Alexander Martin Paula Claire Patrick McKinnon Robin Crozier Mike Murphy jwcurry Nico Hal J. Daniel III B. Z. Niditch William Virgil Davis Bern Porter Michael Dec Jerry Ratch Greg Evason H. Michael Sanders Charles Henri Ford Andrew Savage Joachim Frank Reepak Shakya Loss Pequeno Glazier Bill Shields Jim Grabill Stacey Sollfrey David Greenberger Paul Weinman Andrew J. Grossman Irving Weiss Jake Berry Vittore Baroni Cover by Vittore Baroni Thanks to David Greenberger and the DUPLEX PLANET for the Brookings poem and the spit interview. Thanks to The Harl Vincent Memorial Foundation for a grant helping to make this issue possible. DENTAL PROTECTION Apologies to jwcurry and Mark Laba whose poems in this issue should have been in the last issue Women wrap their mouths around men like pogo sticks but were left out by the Editor whose head was to feel what a vibration is like full of spit. from the inside in John M. Bennett, Editor stretching their protection around their mouths forming the curve of a plastic sealer that reminds them that smiling is their only way of knowing something is pulling their lips (SHIRKING) from the inside out letting the top lip act as the external ~ that pushes the whole face With the support of into the plastic the Ohio Arts Council C1C making sure the curve is too narrow for them to widen their eyes into Subscription: $10 for 5 numbers. so the only things they can see Back issues: nos. 1-10, complete, $15. is whatever their top lip nos. 11-15, complete, $15. talks them into dribbling around no. 16, $3. no. 17/18, $5. LUNA BISONT£ PRODS, 137 Leland Ave., Columbus, Ohio 43214 Stacey SolIfrey o 1986 John M. Bennett. All rights revert to authors and artists upon publication. THE INVERSION Of HATRACKS SERIAL MURDER I have to do something power of the soul sucked through its leprosy that stands in the middle of me whiteness of the blind beside their eternal radio walking down the street whiteness of the surgeon in his recurring nightmare stripping everything down of blank tragedies masked in anemic robes of sky to hook my instep I hear the messages I tune in on the vibrator between the space a hand enormous and without lines in the palms of where mirror meets rubber soothes me I am not Roland I am not Oliver sleeping to look like a hair clip beneath the august pines of omayyid caliphate creating a curve I am blind I am the leper content with rags of soul for the fine strand feeling I sound the tin-sheets of the library looking that I can consistently squelch for the notched and ridged surfaces of my name the C's in the space that look at me dead and buried they say in phantomatic Whispers so their shells can fly up I slide down the chute in an algebra of science to make my foot look like a mooses nose california comes and goes with its violent heat waves with a door knob hanging off it and brooding serial murderers plotting behind the xerox still another baffling crime I am the victim today I quickly turn from the redwood highway down Ohlone d9gs in ordered packs attack what they think is my shadow I WALK AROUND Water great crests of it fold and unfold in the trees I am not nearer but more distant from the immense nostalgia that El Dorado mapped in endless pages of color and number I walk around' it makes no more sense ending below the midline drooling with feet that give a hornswaggled shake to buildings thoughtless with rage for a single moment's peace rattling them like fly paper it accomplishes nothing this power sucked through back into place vortices and white holes and index plates of medicine shafts of unwieldy metal spun through cyclopean flesh eyes devoured by the fierce bees of moorish guitars sound sight elements confused distorted by literature spasms where the elegant step in their tight ideas UPWARD BATTLE and disappear long after I continue reading their darkness children indefensible and sightless murdered by swans! an upward is something that sounds like I'm leaning forward while writing you suck the way I just did you suck can never really feel like its spiraling down into anything Ivan Arguelles its just sorta there it doesnt even sound like I could space it close to the next word to get out of whatever it was I was trying to say to skip it on down into anything else created in the crack of the next word fill in COSHO-TOLOGY ing kill with hunger I sit on the curve below me TAR rocking back and forth TAR pushing the top half of the space out TAR pinning it to the wall TAR creating a mold for the outline of my face to fall into jwcurry Stacey Sollfrey e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e e erea erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e lovetherealovetherea~VE~ ~a:rJ~~ WCHAl"GE~t, ~ealovetherealovethe e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e ~, ~Sft1 ETHEl DliiV e e e e If I1l'.,A'1: Vt; ffmJ BY 1 e e e e e e e~m e~ e e e e ~me e~ e e lovetherealovetherea R ~{j "pt ~ ~Sl ~ BY f.real-ovetherealovethe e eem '.-ee e e :"e e :"e e '.-e eem e e e eme '"ee ~{j ~~ ~ ~S ~'BY ~ealovetherealovethe e e '.-e e e e e e .e ~e e '.-e e '.-e lovetherealovetherea R e e e e e e ~ ~~ efire e e :"e e ~e e '"e ~~ ~~ ~ ~S ~'BYt7: e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e lovetherealovetherea R f.realovetherealovethe e erea e 1merea e 1merea e 1merea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e ~",- ",..,.,.,T:~::;I e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e LOVEt hereaLOVEt here" ~~lillllll~IEIYI~III1I1~ITIY~III!!lIl;Mealovetherealovethe...... eaLOVEthereaLOVEthe e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e erea e . erea e erea e erea e lovetherealovetherea ~ :~~'A~ ; e erea e ;~r ea e erea e erea e erea e ~~rea r~ erea e ~r:ea e erea e LOVEthereaLOVEtherea'r!o' MeaLOVEthereaLOVEt he .,.. ~l LOVEt hereaLOVEthere" ~ eaLOVEt hereaLOVEthe ~ LOVEthereaLOVEtherea If ~ ~ .fteaLOVEthereaLOVEthe ~: LOVEthereaLOVEthere" I ~ eaLOVEthereaLOVEthe ~ ~. 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Bollotson blows bubbles before bands, blaring bugles incense escapes the nunnery and telephones precautionary bringing bug-eyed boys bicycling by, bronzed benchpressers boasting lumber to th~ prettified midway. sibling oranges are bulging biceps, barely being beaten by binational (Bulgarian, Byelorussian) spruced' up and inscribed with gushy overshoes. the sprouts behemoths begotten by bigbreasted blondes. Behind bronze barriers, brokers imagine overt impieties'and forked penises. sanitary rubrics bet big bucks, buoyed by broadreaching bonuses backing beneficiaries invade their sanctuary scheming pressure and impetuous benumbed by benzedrine, bald borscht-belt bigwigs barfing blood beneath flippers. there is the flinging and the nipping and the brokendown bridges -- blatant bluffs, blunt brushstrokes, botched volatile warbling of the watchful gallows. none of it bourgeois brouhaha. Broadside? Barely. But beware: Blindly battling launders the lama like the ladle of precious hatred. the brutes bound'by built-in bullheadness brings bruises, brawny boxers inferno glares for both the profane and the parochial. bashing brains. Better breed booklovers browsing boulevard bookshops, better bind blarney before bones break. But books basically brew boredom, only the soapy passerby jingles with illumination. barring breathtaking blasts blending blitzkrieg, baroque bazookas, boycotting banality, bestowing bounties.