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Monday, May 29, 2006

The power of pscyhedelic chemistry

No Conventional Endeavor

A simple mind may be an oddity
Bell hollow, empty and free
Defensive as a salamander stem
Incurious and reactive to “them!”
A pitiful choir singing off key,

not? Like the elliptical blogger bunch,
Beat reverberates with a hard key punch
Verse written sans harmony
Sounds out like a parody
Less tasty than a meatless lunch.

Are they are doing the best they can?
Awash like a nascent Republican
With limited vocabulary
Weak historical commentary
They need the muddled high clarity of Kubla Khan

Doth electric madness infest the purveyors of these narcist fumarole inhalations
Endothermic inhabitants on this entropic avenue of ennui, feast on the heat of disorder,
Where unknown and forgotten code impersonating esoteric symbolism resides
Waiting to reincarnate as otherworldly creatures of capitalistic intelligent

Xanadu sequence bent into perfection, attracting imperceptible wafts of incense?
Let imagination run off to the Alph shore, float high over the dark slant-rhyme edge
Where you have ancestral chorus notes meandering “athwart a cedar cavern.”
Distinctly foreign sadness insights luminaries to redeem us from wanton malignancy—

Finesse be first, whose elegance deplores
All things save beauty, ...”
convention ignores
“And thanks them by departing with their purse;” *
Don’t take opposition as some divine curse,
Accept reality as a taboo notion only god implores,

“illumination,” as an uncapitalized offense
Defused by stewing behind a grammatical defense
To save face or less,
Lest the readers digress,
Read and ponder the stuff of grand Coleridge eloquence.

* from “Six Poets in Search of a Lawyer”
by Donald Hall


Thursday, May 25, 2006

False Promises from the Gift Economy

Nevermore, Never-the-less Out of the Ordinary

Reading bad poetry is like free porn
It takes no imagination
The goods is all covered with ad words
J-pegs stuck up with cliché
These sites must have vegan roots
This stuff stinks
Like overcooked kohl slaw
Predictable rhyme
Anatomical parts like sad hearts
Some artificially enhanced boob repetitions
Immature climax syntax
Portraying “love” mechanically
Under sized vocabulary where pronouns
Lose there antecedents
Like fried LCDs on a small screen

Who cares if the bottom lines don’t balance
It’s not a complete waste
Gets the mind in condition
Prepared for country FM radio lyrics
Online Hip Hop rhythms
The spice of MSN and Prime Time News
Takes the eye off of IQ
Puts the ewe in sleep
Makes People Magazine into chic lit
Remix BVD rerun out-takes
Become the light weights for new movies
Based on “Spam, I am” poetry
Streamed to you on a Google suggestion
Proving that voodoo economic principle
You get what you wouldn’t pay for.

How ever out of context with reality,
The daughter of invention is forever—
The Promethean spark that jumps the gap
Burns the fuel of the past,
creates miracles from ignominy, and
Mutates from undreamt recombinant variety.

After all our world was created by fools
Thinking big.

Friday, May 19, 2006

Virtual Encounter, part 2

She did not feel violated
Ideas inside her grew
swelled exponentially.
The power of 2
1, 2, 4, 8, . . .
Gut feelings
beyond sensibility
Her confidence emerged
upon the page
stunning revelations,
fate bestows,
lines of special profligacy
born of indeterminate

Punching hot keys
casting caution to the winds to
tergiversate the muses,
she offered
sacraments of poesy.
Testaments of her self-fertilization
copulation incantations
Judged superior
published widely
as Sappho’s consort
knew her only

The first part of the coded pentagram spiral.

Friday, May 12, 2006

When words go below the underline

What is it about language that makes a common base a denominator. Maybe it is how “divide and conquer” is inculcated and where resistance is based.


working minus
power poets discharge
only after crazy thinking

A cinquaint (27 [3x3x3] syllables ) of the vulgar fraction type.

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Assignation by a provocative word

Virtual Encounter

Like an amateur
website porn queen
she phished the blog
on a dark stream of lust and desire
got hooked by a verse
she could not ignore,
gently it touched
her curiosity,
it felt warm on her tongue,
she took the words
deep in her throat.

Feeling them explode
inside her
made her juices flow.
Needing more,
she waited for a
a deep metaphor
to places she had
never felt before . . .

She lost control, feelings
swept over her
shaking her
with wave after wave
She whimpered off
to sleep
dreaming of the fingers
that caressed the keys,
lit up her mind,
took her,
shredded her virtual modesty,
turned her over,
touched her again
and again
and again
left her helpless
and warm
for days.