LOS T AND r 0 U N D TIHES Cassette index No. 26, July 1990 $5 ~IOCA Print Index Al Ackerman M. Kettner BEN'S STORY - Ben Bennett, story & voice; Squid Bennett, guitar; John Adams Mark M John M. Bennett, shakuhachi Ivan Arguelles A PEBBlE IN HIS SHOE - Dean Taciuch. From POETRY-O-RAMA, GGE Records Lee Markosian SONG Of THE FANG - G. P. Skratz, text; Bob Davis, setting & performance Vittore Baroni David McLimans I CAN'T STAND MY BODY - G. P. Skratz, words & music; Bob Davis, arrange- Shaunt Basmajian William Merricle ment; Susan Sheldrake, voice; Danny Levenstein, Erik Belgum Bob Moore piano John M. Bennett Sheila E. Murphy SOlDIER/ARTIST - Belinda Subraman; Ken Clinger, music Gina Bergamino Musicmaster STRADDlING THE BONY DEATH - Patrick McKinnon Jake Berry Tim Peeler I'M A ~ - Mike Murphy Star Bowers Francis Poole IN MAlPAIS - Gregory Whitehead Daniel f. Bradley Fran Cutrell Rutkovsky LIST Of IDIOSYNCRATIC ACTIVITIES - Paul Weinman Ernest Noyes Brookings EMPEDOClES ON AETNA - Michael Dec Any Salyer MINOR EPISTEMOlOGY - J. Ryan John Buckner "Swarthy" Turk Sellers BURNING CHROME - Richard Truhlar Luigi-Bob Drake Burphy Slacks, Jr. ACK'S HACKS - Al Ackerman; read by John M. Bennett; music by Dave Clark Greg Evason Byron Smith & Wal ter Drake from aN:EPTUAL RE~ISAN:E Scott Free Stacey 5011 frey TAKES A LICKING & BOREDOM - Stacey Sollfrey David Gianatasio Tisha Tobias SICK ROOF - Dimthingshine, music; poem written & read by John M. Bennett David Gonsalves Nico Vassilakis W~ - Robin Crozier Bob Grumman Ken Wagner BARBARA'S EYES AlIENATED ANDY'S - Bob Z S. Gustav Hagglund Paul Weinman BARTOK MUSIC - S. Gustav Hagglund Crag Hill DRILL - Byron Smith Michael West CUMUlONIMBUS URlNATUS - Mike Miskowski G. Huth Jack Wright SHUT UP - Revenge Robert Kenter Jud Yalkut SEA SHANTY - John Eberly EVERY8(J)Y a5E - Willie Smith Cover by Jud Yalkut Edited by John M. Bennett ~SIOC 8 Associate Editor of Cassette, Byron Smith 808 C08BING - SCORE (Crag Hill, Laurie Schneider, Bill DiMichele) ODE TO OCCONCINI - Hernia Retraction Accordian (Chris Winkler, Peter Petrisko, Jr., Mike Brito) Subscription: $14 for 5 numbers. VIETNAM TRAN5l..ATIONS - The .. Backyard Mechanics for Language (Luigi-Bob Back issues: Nos. 1-10, complete set, $20. Drake & Kristen Ban Tepper, voices & percussion; Nos. 11-15, complete set, $20. Linda Sperry, flute) MARCH 6 - Michael West· Nos. 16-20, complete set, $20. THE DOORS - Jeff Skeate Nos. 21-25, complete set, $20. FINSBURY PARK STATION - Vittore Baroni SPECIAL! Nos. 1-25, complete set, $65. POEMS - John Buckner mJW«:ES Of ACCIDENTAl SKIN - Jake Berry LUNA BISONTE PRODS, 137 Leland Ave. VARIATIONS ON A 5CAlE Of EIGHT LETTERS - Chris Franke Columbus, Ohio 43214 OCC. 1~, '87 - Something That Dissolved the Shadow of Something That Was Next to Something That Burned Twice o 1990 John M. Bennett. All rights revert tINCEY MIN> - Malok to authors and artists upon publication. ONE AND THEN & FORTUNA ENGANOSA - John M. Bennett, poems & reading; Byron Smith, trumpet & synthesizers "Insults..•the past 3,000 years of literature" TIMElESS MOTION & THE 8ASICI:TS BlIND & RICE - John M. Bennett, poems & reading; Byron Smith, trumpet - THE NATION & synthesizers LABOR INTENSIVE - Steve Bradley CORRECTION: Lee Markosian, who had work in LAFT 25, fundt:d ThrOl<gh ELVIS TRANSMIGRATED - Rupert Wondolowski, text & voice; P. Pan, manipulated was not listed in the index for that issue. Sorry! OhIO Arts CounaI blatnerphones; John Berndt, hammered guitars & recording 727 East Mam 5trcet SHAMAN TEMPlE - Harry Polkinhorn Columbus. Oluo 43205-1796 COW - Jim Wiese; recorded by Byron Smith (614) 466-2613 MILK CHAIN - Byron Smith; John M. Bennett, voice ~Tape edited and mastered by Byron Smith and John M. Bennett CONTACT I blast you out of the room with temper for not dying for I manufactured you into a mother simple substitution. You pour kerosene across my temper radiate your smokey little eyes. I watch the sun absorb hurt feelings. Become a sponge of enemy­ like sentiments. After a plunge between us mutual demeaning feels so sensuous we repeat. I hate male energy for this chief reason. Sperm so quickly ceases to be interesting if it was. I think I'm hiding in the glare of shadow now. She took my name and used it to erase her own. Now very hollow sentiments are being shoved into the brass bell just in time to seem a rainbow. Shut up will you I'm trying to redeem a fantasy. Igloo candle, mercy recommended by the fear police, each window David McLimans A REMARK FREE OF AXIOLOGY Lukewarm brims its tattoos Surfacy the way co-mingled artifice retreats Toward the house apart from coastline REMEMBER Handy as a mirrored axe I want to eat white dumplings and be serious Build summary plaque into philosophy If to shed some present layers to form romance nakedness is to be Of lean meat kindling minus moments one by one until nothing that exists has happened Soprano as an art form so caressable it sings anymore. And you are strange unto yourself symbolic fortune Perpendicular and happy placing real at arm's length without proof. The only way to I'll show you happy this side of the mountain think a memory unfurled is through vigorous leafings one skin at Collapsed into a formal luxury a time remember where you left it. Each. Authentic. Moment In peacock clothes think depletion of the evidence. All proof we have fulfilled Weight hand each set of merits each duty. Some rectangular framed proof against a parallel wall supposed to be a home away. What you are pressing. Leads to sales a planet. Once elastic toward again. The weeds near roses blooming. Spark plugs in the grass, ability to sleep, a breath arisen time in time Sheila E. Murphy Sheila E. Murphy THE TRAVESTIES WHAT AM I MISSING SLEEP Literary Entities Derived from Texts by John M. Bennett, Benjamin K. Bennett, Son of "Spicy" Dan, Al Ackerman, Clarke The eaves are draining rainbows A. Sany, Charles Bukowski, and H. D. The esophagus is corresponding Lovecraft With some leverage against the backdrop of a chart My stars happened one day perfectly They were a pair of compass points Which bite bleeds in the The novel I was reading almost ended Pants're clean, grinning like the grocery store your On a downbeat Fibs' brillation? Was it sees those I watch what I eat Birds or wings explode feeling just its stomach The whatever-it-is coating my blond stomach Anchored in a bowl. I'm a wind off chains slant, looting Has to go away Autumn and has anyone invested rain Dressing slower like air strung in your teeth, listen, Fights sever, hankering river the hoses loosen fights sever, Hands lopped in my cheek spoke I turn for you, full and Sheila E. Murphy Slower my shirts Hange their fly The shorts never sever, hands lopped on the bleak I SIT DOW TO CHA 1 APOTHEOSIS OF A FORM Jokes I burned through springs ought to span my Chose speed. I was hangered, hampering your lungs white With some thick sink or solvent faucet. Could I My back pretty Choice those chemi-ropes? What feeds these Unleavened 1 lIke symphonic Headstone caustics? Movem nt slratified by Creed conception mordent That cheese for a spoke's voice Freshets qUlpplng sap Like sputtered cages oh rags of yakking, The face of breeze so temperate Chewed in a shirt like the plain talk A slate-fast sky Captures fractions of the script Uttered, my wrath was Prepared to strip off Plained and your crotch where Ragweed woven into clothes Allergy slupped, where bread's hank of A bifurcation of streamlined Air slakes so the curtain rose oh my seat strewn Pursuits of consonance With pants and my ears grew in a disk's teeth Rubbing soft elbows with tallow To annoint or mute the pain Releasing amnesty Man marble in then it dog dressed up and take it get Something my tongue is toes are touching my head feet Came off and fight and turned on it dog factory Sheila E. Murphy Once the hot dog dressed up and then Just appeared Her large, and Like, nude, slower to my [bd!.[i1J§ Sticky shoes on my face tooth Splint churns in sand, when I think's crusts Sag in an urn out think's crushed and our groaning. That ~EI§EI bile [j1J§1r~ What the crack of sleep, aspeed on the Wrong side, gears screaming in reverse or a Mist the center what grows Like the entry, immigrants collide, ElEll!!IctiI Scott Free Grow hard at the nails rimed go, untie your crime grows Washed off the wall like a crankcase coat and Licked, though his news, hah, amounted to rants. I preferred you round so you wouldn't know. A Calf heart ground so you wouldn't know. A calf Heart ground in my gullet, and groped your Tongue for a burn ... Spattered with liver Dangle my remain3 from my skull, I lulled you my Tongue's udder, your scant shudder, your Cleft glistens in mud like I knew where the altar Flawed gunned down in a cube, Over here--and bring pain. I learned in your faint, Where the bed with liver From a bedroom a roscoe said, "whr-r-ang" and a single Bullet I, but grew where the playful unicorn forever Teasing through, lost and clear on my pants. I coughed ~ll. Night, neat ruse, scared of the splintered sherds~ th~ lIltIng Symmetry of her thighs underwear over offal, rubbIng. ItS Sticky shoes on my pants. I coughed at the gloobsch IS the Wall like gnats like a wet sock Forces my legs ...For your Posture beaded like a Car you're in the froth I fathomed, oily and r~ading a Renovated Johnee Poems Fran Cutrell Rutkovsky Match or my skull's ditch I keep your head ..