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Veer Journal 3
ISSN 2046-3529
Veer Books
2011
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Cover Image, from The Conglomerization of Wot (Veer Books, 2011), Jennifer Pike Cobbing
Scott Thurston, Sustainability
Karen Mac Cormack, quantum vis (q.v.), ascititious
David Caddy, Signalled As Ox Tongue, Scattered Tongue, Rank, When the Redstart Arrives.
Gavin Selerie, from Hariot Double
John Cayley, Zero-Count Stitcher 134578
David Miller, from a sequence of Visual Sonnets
Maggie OSullivan, from Murmur
Harry Gilonis, Paul Celans Stretto
Chris Paul, Activism praxis-form and the ecstatic
Matthew Martin, Wow and flutter
James Harvey, Ants, After Barnett Newman
Antony John, Three poems
Doug Jones, Wives of Thorpe; biochem, Some people are starving
Steve McCaffery, The Antikythera Mechanism, Magical History, Falstaffs Otter, Caliban
Globalized
Nat Raha, Sonnet, to traverse (part-preface), sault
Wayne Clements, Perish
Steve Willey, Neptune tongue ode 3, Slogans
Mike Weller, Shuttered
Martin Gubbins, Safety instructions
Sean Bonney, After Rimbaud, Images from a notebook
Pansy Maurer-Alvarez, The Distance Between Our Continents, What we resemble
Scott Thurston
SUSTAINABILITY
2. Compassion
***
Huge decayed inner forms processing undergrowth. Inflections
in the key of flowing objectifying a conflict what is past
character is not lost as self is form, future expression enacts it
right here. On a pilgrimage we convey ourselves through action
into a vision quest movement both creates the surface and
calls up stillness, thick with object use. The Sun behind you or
the Sun in front of you. The word was the dream let go or the
dream
inverted
by
itself
lyrical
shapeshifting
for
***
The term had been reached. Psychic structure: the Scandinavian
Cosmic Tree, the vanished Golden House. What constitutes
wildness, the Napoleonic Arms? Hearsay binding both the
preserved and the destroyed, whilst resistance is experienced as
***
Vertical slit of light dark edge visible my own ending is in
sight. Red girder to the right of the decks from one generation
to the next. Are we to sacrifice ourselves to each other? Signs
of death. Looking into oneself, looking outwards, this self no
more than shit into gold. Shoot / dont shoot the messenger. In
the body of a citys form, an inner controlled zone. Differences
between areas of meaning, taking your place to serve in your
own way. Shafts of interest: we are all the same.
***
People go out to gather more experiences that will help them
tell good stories we need contact with actual objects and we
need lived experience. What was for me, what shared, thinking
with the real. Originals dont fit, carrying the weight of it down.
Unify your soul, bear the marks of life. Movement turning the
spiritual into physical reality, forces us to look and look again.
***
In the urge to fashion a life know your own history, treat
yourself with respect. Use poems in order to think. The cadence
of the fight implicitly recalls the experience of the poem at the
time. Trees one by one surrendering themselves, giving
themselves up gloriously to burst into flame. Poems structure
inner experience: look, but dont let me know you are looking.
Poems use us. Landscapes transform you. Experiencing the
poem is a form of thinking in the shallow lea of selfestrangement. Life now considered as a poem, just write about
another period of it. Thinking through poems, strong in your
craft. Encountering unexpected disjunctive simultaneity. The
necessity of immediate engagement with poetry: the body
bending right flat down on a table, consciousness at a
minimum, so movement is accelerated. Lack of reflection, lack
of resistance, to get anything out of poetry.
***
Modern songs
climb out
of yourself.
Voice-knot
knit, emit
Order the world,
follow it into
a quaking book
***
In Toxteth, lyrical really read as hybrid reality, fascinated by
the binary also the simultaneity. Trust. Either the poem
determines us or we select it. Being present in writing is a way
of being present when we ourselves become poetry. Please help
save me, process conflict with ruthless creativity. I am
frightened of knowing, I am frightened of not knowing. Youd
believe it if he said it a resistant member of a family Im
trying to create. Earth there to hold my feet, gas released by
pressure relief valves being burnt off at the refinery. The poem
knows that it will die.
***
Staying beyond
beyond your world
resignation accepts
dereliction of duty
***
Youll be home in a blink but leaving is just as quick is this
safer than having kids? Passive labour trying to heal, suspend
judgement as you pass into the phase of measure and countermeasure. The obscure, the active self inside a social group,
family not the only assembly. Journey through stupidity, then
inside humanity, tentatively. Dont make work your family.
The violence that the new day demands compassion the only
way out in current memory of mass death sleep reading. It is
not too late for you to perceive language directly.
***
why cant I
seek to add
test notions
invisible to
disregard?
***
To pick up on the shape of change, structured by proportions
between what exists. A single silent star in the image chain last
night more consciously intervening. No memory of the day we
moved, what happened to prompt our leaving. Made a false
step like we were in a house; obliterated whatever was left of
the final movement. Public appeals for the fourth object like
shadows on a screen of trees. My tree was the tree outside:
rooted but expansive. A straight reproduction of article in heat
from SIGNS to VICE compassionate solutions to change in
time, an emotional drama out of an incident set.
Cold of leaving early for school, or on a trip; cold of the night.
Our irresponsible duty to co-create one another generously
reaching the lines of a face where thought is reversed. Poetry
celebrating only that which cannot be sustained; a prevision of
morning.
ascititious
shred index to
infringement
call said close
in even
at or again
so making count
circumstantial in
stroke for one
that ranking
if given
across citation
luculent
touches option
David Caddy
Signalled As Ox tongue
Scattered Tongue
Rank
Gavin Selerie
from Hariot Double
Part III
Corpse candle
I will & bequeath unto the Earle
One woodden Boxe full or neere full
of drawne Mappes standing nowe
at the Northeast windowe of that Roome
wch is Called the parlor
of my house in Syon.
I give unto the aforesaid Earle
my two pspective trunckes
wherewth I use espeatially to see
Venus horned like the Moone
and the Spotts in the Sonne.
I give unto my servaunte Christopher Tooke
the residue of my Cases of pspective trunckes
wth the other glasses of his owne making
(excepting two great longe trunckes
Consisting of many partes wch I give
unto the said Earle of Northumberland
to remayne in his Library for such uses
as they may be put unto).
Concerninge my debts, I doe acknowledg
that at this psente I owe moneyes
to Monseir Mayornes a Potycarie,
to my Brewer dwelling at Braynford end
& to Mr John Bill Staconer for Bookes.
I ordayne and Constitute Nathaniell Thorperley
first to be Overseer of my Mathematicall Writinges
to be received of my Executors
to peruse and order and to separate
the Cheife of them from my waste papers,
to the end that after hee doth understande them
hee may make use in penninge such doctrine
that belonges unto them for publique uses.
Item: divers waste papers (of wch some
are in a Canvas bagge)
of my Accompts to Sr Walter Rawley
Ozaena
No cure for this grief. Inject water
and lay to the sores either double clouts
or lint moystned in this water
as you shall think fit morning and evening.
Shun all meats which are of an hard concoction
or afford a corrupt and evill juyce.
Like those Indians which are sober
in their eatinge and trinkinge
and doe not oppress nature
by unseasonable banketts.
A dream of navigation. Great spouts
as though heaven and earth should meet.
A silent scream as Cardes, Bookes, writings
the sailors cast over boord.
Old venturers hang together,
Thomas with Thomas. Past all stains
of travel, learning has a body absolute.
Threadneedle street: Buckners house,
sea-marke of utmost saile.
A gleam of wrestling fire
sinks out of sight, retreats
to the chancell Quire,
St Christopher le Stock.
Runagate
No Star-chamber but a great blasing-star
the only subject almost of discourse.
An angry star, reddish with a long tail
and ever there. A letter such as none
can translate. Keepe rash imaginations
till you sleepe.
Queen Anne still at Denmark House
awaits burial.
Billiard balls, how they roll and collide.
Lord Percys passion. As below, so above.
Notes fleshed on reflexion
of bodies, dash and pull
in a diagram. Motions
compounded. Who understands this
is master of other cases and the whole.
Solution and results. The logic
can wait.
Command performance
What closest friend comes back in chains.
No gold, no son.
It is thought Sir Walter shall pay
this new reckoning upon the old score.
....
Two fits of an agew.
Thankes to god.
of calling god to witness.
note/That He speake justly & truely.
Touchinge his
that
1). Concerning his loyalty to the King
2). of slanderous speeches touching
his maty.
r
6). S L. St[ukely]: A letter on London hy way.
10,000li
no such proffer
7). Mine of Guiana.
8). Came back by constreynt.
10). Company used ill in the voyadge.
11). Spotting of his face & conterfetting sicknes
12). The E. of Essex.
Come not to feare or flatter
now ye subject of Death.
Lastly. he desired the company
to joine with him in prayer. &c.
Some found fault that his face was west-ward
and wold have his turned
whereupon rising he saide yt was no matter
which way a mans head stoode
so his heart lay right.
Two blowes to sever
what is kept for his lady
in a red velvet [leather?] bagg.
Succotash
A man melancholy. In years about sixty.
First brought the use of that Virginia smoke.
An ulcer in the left nostril eats up
the septum of his nose, holds the lips
hard and turned upwards.
It has crept well into the nose.
Calamitous pain.
Part falls off, leaves the flesh healthy.
The crack also disappears.
Let us drive on in earnest by this art
ordained, most illustrious Sir.
The worlds glory passes away.
Everything will pass away.
We shall pass, you will pass, they will pass.
Part of that callous matter still remains
near the top and in the angle
but the lateral parts are in condition.
A good and healthy pus exudes,
sometimes more sometimes less.
Apply red mercury precipitate,
some ointment of poplar.
Pills. Catalogues. Perks.
Mariners Mirror
Magnify first by 6 with a Dutch Spyglass:
the moon over the Thames
is a ball with a curved seam.
Over this verge, a little ragged, are seas
Ill hatch or score: ye Caspian, great rug-fleck,
then below, Foecund and Tranquill
a jointed arm with tiny ears,
and either side
a dream cup and nectar scutch.
The whole brimme along shewes coasts
like a booke of voyages, the matter we know
obliquid, unsettled. What shifts or crumbles
in this continent we must bear in the mean.
Some partes montenous, others like valleys
in shadow. That which I specially observed
was a promontory in the body of the feyned man.
I could not set down the figure of all
but by memory because I was troubled
by the reume. Montaynous with an opening
in the middest & some black passage
from it to the man in the moone.
In the full she appeares
like a tarte, here a vaine of bright stuff,
there of darke, and so confusedlie
al over, that without a truncke
to point up from my garret
I see nothing notable.
Thomas Hariotus
oho trahit mutas
said to unbelieve.
By this tube
the point of quadrature seek
nomo, mono, noom
nus, uns
erath, hater, reath
per stellas clock or watch
9h.46: not yet a right line but almost.
10h.52: a right line, an accidental rag or two
at & nere the lower corner being obstructed.
11h.30: yet continuing. Others say
wanting.
Looke the obser[vation] papers
John Cayley
Zero-Count Stitcher 1 3 4 5 7 8
knuckles graze bare
me here hung
empty water yet
reaches out hung
knowledge halyard
alone to seagulls
hovers over island
bare island shallows
until he misspelt
to entropy child
languages for forbidden
night head hook
his expectant turns
he falls pilgrim
sailing to bloated
a choking pine
just below tracing
your hand rose-tinged
edge by expectant
knowledge halyard
alone to seagulls
hovers over island
bare island shallows
until he misspelt
to entropy child
languages for forbidden
night head hook
his expectant turns
he falls pilgrim
sailing to bloated
a choking pine
just below tracing
your hand rose-tinged
he falls pilgrim
until he misspelt
words drifting only
reached her top-sail
to entropy child
sinking and pitched
that gives hovers
his hand mouthful
until he misspelt
words drifting why
until he misspelt
words drifting pictures
____
Thousands of specially constructed three-word phrases, named in the course of our developing practice
digrams, were generated from John Cayleys prose poem Misspelt Landings by combining all of this texts
two-word syntagms with every unique word in the text. ( was at this point treated as a word.) These
were then searched-for programmatically, double-quoted, in Google Books (shamelessly defying certain
terms of use*) and the counts were collected. (This was originally done to give a simple skewed-Markov
statistical intelligence to autonomous readers that were being made in the context of a larger project.) All of
the three-word digrams that form the lines of the above poems (poems?) were selected, manually, from
amongst zero-count digrams, i.e. those not (yet) found in the Google-indexed corpus. The total number of
selected, potential zero-count lines was (for this experiment) only two hundred. (Early days.) A simple
program, the Zero-Count Stitcher, first picks one of these at random and then iteratively hunts through the
remainder for a next line for which the count of {line n, word 2 + word 3 + line n+1, word 1} or {line n,
word 3 + line n+1, word 1 + word 2}, searched-for programmatically in Google, is above a certain threshold
(3 or 5 in these cases), i.e. the program hunts for an attested natural language enjambement. Numbers in
the title are the serial numbers of the Stitchers runs. In later runs stanza breaks are generated whenever it
took the Stitcher more than 30 searches to find a line with suitable enjambement.
Poetics or science? I can see it as placing simple but craftily-fashioned obstacles into natural flows of
language as garnered from Google using instruments of linguistic=scientific observation and
producing, arguably, an uncannily aesthetic turbulence.
* This is a work of the Natural Language Liberation Front (NLLF). These texts were collected with instruments
made, at the point of immediate production, by John Cayley, but as a spin-off from his major collaboration
with Daniel C. Howe, The Readers Project <http://rednoise.org/readers/>, and fundamentally dependent on
Howes extraordinary RiTa libraries <http://www.rednoise.org/rita/> for Processing <http://processing.org>.
David Miller
Maggie O'Sullivan
STRETTO:- PASSAGEWORK
*
REMOVED to
the terrain
with the unmistakable trace:
grass, asunder-written. The stones, white,
with the shadows of stems:
Read no more - look!
Look no more - go!
Go, your hour
has no sisters, you are
are at home. A wheel, slow,
rolls out of itself, the spokes
clamber,
clamber up a kind of black field, the night
needs no stars, nowhere
asks after you.
*
Nowhere
asks after you
The place, where they lay, it was
a name it has
none. They did not lie there. Something
lay between them. They
did not see through it.
Did not see, no,
talked of
words. None
awoke, sleep
came over them.
*
Cyclones.
Cyclones, since ever,
Particle-flurry, the rest
you
know, yes, we
read it in the book, was
opinion.
Was, was
opinion. How
did we grasp
us us with
these
hands?
And it was also written that.
Where? We
put a silence over it,
venom-breastfed, huge,
a
green
silence, a sepal-cup, a
vegetal thought clung there
green, yes,
clung, yes,
under a malignant
sky.
Of, yes,
vegetals.
Yes.
Cyclones, particleflurry, there remained
time, remained,
to attempt it with the stone it
was welcoming, it
never got a word in. How
good we had it:
Grainy,
grainy and stringy. Stalky,
dense;
lumpy and radial; renal,
plate-like and
clotted; loose, ramified -: it, it
never got a word in, it
spoke,
spoke gladly to dry eyes, before it shut them.
Spoke, spoke,
was, was.
We
would not let loose, were
in the midst, a
porous edifice, and
it came.
Came up to us, came
through, mended
invisibly, mended
the last membrane,
and
the world, a millicristall,
shot out, shot out.
*
Shot out, shot out.
Then
Nights, separated out. Circles,
green or blue, red
squares: the
world sets its inmost
in play with the new
hours. Circles,
red or black, no
flight-shadow,
no
alidade, no
smoke-soul climbs and joins in.
*
Climbs and
joins in
At owl-flight, near
the petrified scab,
near
our fugitive hands, in
the latest rejection,
above
the shooting-target on
the buried wall:
visible, anew: the
grooves, the
choirs, back then, the
Psalms. Ho, hosannah.
Therefore
there are yet temples. A
star may yet have light.
Nought,
nought is lost.
Hosannah.
At owl-flight, here,
the conversation, day-grey,
of groundwater traces.
*
( day-grey,
of
groundwater traces
Removed
to the terrain
with
with the unmistakable
trace:
Grass.
Grass,
asunder-written.)
Chris Paul
Activism praxis form and the ecstatic
Matt Martin
wow and flutter
for Jennifer Pike Cobbing
(in performance, bolded words are to be
pronounced as closely as possible to the
sounds that these words imitate)
whispers from the
big bang
drip-drip-drip
feed the clank of
marsh warbler wings
how simply smashing
that a zoom
lens snorts up
image bubbles
pop them
in the chatterbox
where radio jingles
wow and
flutter to create
a buzz
a tower of babble
its straight up whack
our box creaks open
humming
birds ping pong forth
flappers all go
gaga when
the d.j. scratches
honkytonk
to sonic boom
the bash is really
zinging until
rattlesnakes coil from
our bong
our code is cracked
and everybody boos
tsk tsk
in houyhnhmn-land
skyscraper doors
and grind
hacks away at righteous
grumbles
we immediately click
we belch
the taste of crackling
all the whip-poor-wills
our hubbub discombobulates
dont even groan
dont give a hoot
they fizzle
out the twinkling of
an eye slams shut
behind them knock
knock whose
warp and woof
is their hush
is their motors purring
is their wings whoosh
murmurm
urmuring together
James Harvey
Ants
will reform all alphabets wiping out unwanted letters Velimir Khlebnikov
r B r C > 0
Separate [adj] letters
B
B is the number of the offspring of others that an individual will want to help to raise
r
r is relatedness to their own offspring
r
r is relatedness to the others offspring
C
C is the number of their own offspring they wont be able to produce while raising
others
Together is greater than 0 and their inheritance
Large letter B offspring help each other and their mother raise her young their siblings
With strong altruism large letter B their inheritance is up to all individuals of their
population
working together AN ANTS NEST
large letter B large number of offspring altruists help raise for others
comes a time ant
changes
behaviour
her ovaries become less developed
levels of the hormone in her blood lower
when low level is
reached
new hormone previously suppressed
exacts
juvenile behaviour starts
ant will leave nest forage for food
more completely new state experienced
transformed
outside herself within herself
feeling herself a whole new instrument
other ants in nest can vary her time of switch/ switch
her back if her ovaries still function
and a need occurs
r is relatedness to the others offspring
Antony John
Doug Jones
WIVES OF THORPE; BIOCHEM
1)
some walk on the empty field
next head, lungs, empty I first wail
over the stile and into the band water, O2, to a like point, check
intense sense of domestic animal
sun, sorority, rang
voluminous trees, a hedgerow in shows
each fly is in the absolute pic-essence
ready to blow, henceforth
yes, it is the dart o the while
can I respond to the calamity?
old buildings at the site of the opening, cause
lobular, dusty plants and seeds, the lower half blue
dive, close to A ones face
2)
now the world turns ill
either an angel among dead man attendant
X-linked,
taught as in teached and gargantuan
Y, matter is lost
early to the high sugars that form
as eye crystal
right to the head of 6 year old sedge
infant, girl, apotheosing dance bows text, part 2
more common than we think, readily
is the science that made a weeun, one day after
Glutathione in the heart of the flower
honeybee, and to the base, butterfly
toll I like, the mass, a keep around her
summer, a collapsing, mature woman
now it is small nature.
over the earth, isofriends - OH
water goes out like a drawing
drench them,
on heaven, round under straw
nothing, light, respiration
twice the long grasses
have said
Earths a sap
grown along
red gardens
all Thorpe wives run to the water somethings coming; value, charg-ed bird and law
swiper
4)
Only one of the black, and green hands of the poet
reaches across the table and steals one of Chris Pauls cigarettes without permission
I recall Chris was having a piss at the time (and dont worry the poets not here)
It is the organisation of the moment, driving
wakefulness and arousal
in one of Gods branches- translated,
a murmur - large and shy and, at the time, far away from Norwich
the god-in-man-human type said
all shall be well, and all shall be well
of course
though in part he hated his job
5)
Even before I knew anything about poetry I hated Carole Ann Duffy
shes got that lottery-group voice that never went down too well in the Lynn
blackness, alive in the childrens home
the workhouse
the kingdom at sea, for example, where the whalers
the boys of poor inheritance
got flogged with an iron bar this is not natural, even though I forget the Africans name.
All I am left with, bless her, so sweet, is a yearning for our fires
and other blood systems
which you can find in vellum, Carole
defeated people
a serpent chases the single fish
6)
sat on a sofa with my friends
I live next door to, in London, a little wandering machine,
this, I appreciate, is a common effect of the normal metabolic function
we all search for in song
- but you cant beat the heart, as an example of something wheatey and good to
eat, brushed recently by near death, agonal, through seas to Gods reluctance
Good,
Ive found my complex of contacts
the nice clubbing types
grass coloured,
as friends, twitchers
7)
The useless, indefinite movement,
the drum
the vestibular reflexes, triggered by gravity
an imagined adversary, and alone on a boat
alone in the snow or in a car
youve got it friends,
what does Poe mean? He never got to Norfolk!
Best suppress him that convulsant target, that few best inhibit that vile reciprocal death
of a beautiful, stooping witch
shewho stretched her long like marten back
long before she was hanged
8)
There were fishermen, there, and then the bouncing fish ran out
and left an unchang-ed void
No fish meant we had to increase our intake of roadkill
and import more bananas, oranges
pretty, but muscle,
and ceramicy bone. The arable land
between death and life these two ends of the county include the body
continually formed and emptied and fallen and 3 weeks later made a furry callus
I have climbed the mast of that journey
it is a bomb,
to eat grain
9)
The tall adult model grows into a hill
eventually transforms itself into red, bony mountains
- a foetus connected to former loves, tragedies
Earths grail and or nutrients are found somewhere near
peaks too, though far away,
gone from all sorts of hypertrophied things that are to eat, to play, to recall
-so dont fuck around
the hole inside the hill must remain connected to your mouth and anus - compact,
and upland sun and wine will disintegrate into the same model fruit of Eden,
the child
and very tips of recently shaped long bones
Steve McCaffery
The Atikythera Mechanism
I feel so old I cant remember
that Ive just been born.
First, the too nearness
of a suggestion
then suddenly the spider builds
its own refrigerator
to store the flies brought in
by one of the new board members.
Show the scaffold the way out
through the ditch.
Its not so different with the babies
newly dropped off from the top.
MAGICAL HISTORY
FALSTAFFS OTTER
Check-out counter
unless a juxtaposition occurs
inside the magma luminosities no
it cant be time for lunch
this day the nays carry it
to the waiting aid workers
nothing else but teeth
in a sandwich
the lava flow distributes
the distance from the cop
to the village
who says its happening to me
whose mouth engages the roar
of the piston-fund.
Find it elsewhere somewhere else
a freak storm in the forecast
at the close of trading
to moral hybrids like me.
I like an i in a found text
left open a little to the right
not all language does that
some leaves off a garment
after security clearance
the flag alone stationary
E is for envelope
and the capital of France is F
little bodies
simple dizziness
eight billion sold.
Social act = aesthetic act
the statute of limitation stretched
to fossil plaintiffs
and a word from their sponsors
Word Cup Federation
soup and a someone
bereft of time
under milkwood the tenor is timid
gathers the remnants of a mouse
CALIBAN GLOBALIZED
Nat Raha
sonnet
I only know how to bat . if
this coil tensile recovery strays
pattern noir definition, an .skein
(in situ) drawn index, clue accented
around southern sip / percept/dcor;
having gauge trace evident
the prong dined by you occupies, ease
in the grape reducing me garrulous.
temporal slippage: October,
london here threadneedles aesthetic
tremble through to marrow, nauseate
the wastage /sq ft or shield invite / glare:
keep your polished hands in dismount
to need to trust air / percentage scape
19 & 20/10/10
to traverse (part-preface)
sky nerves haze , indices hung. to dash futile elliptic
this hour, survey insert clogs horizontal a
bare atmospheric duct.
week / calibrate hatchet
scatter , this interchange
the safety only current not
to invoke sirens: streams / pierce
refractive altostratus , brace physical.
mundaneity screws the common resilient : your glides
at least
graze audio; thermal inversions
blurt sketch a
resonance magnetic
glow cognition, aspirin to the
overflow cadenza slight / manic / scout tide
knot anxiety tight about thighs, gust
w/ terrestrial / inhaling the lapse
of cycle condensed your gaze vivid
scopes barometer, feline insight dry
/// exclaim crack: the residue, our
venn contingent
draws figures to the filing self ///
unassured faades sectioned in grapple
twitch all sample potency,
creek spine;
curvature-by-night is
reprised headscarf drifting
periodicity
borne to quartz facet, to compliment, to
your cut & lull set lucid in the dusksoak
cardiac craves / quiet melody drawn
sault
hammond / organ epitome drooping about eyelids decorate
your fringes woollen shade & August
you have so little in nature of girls & brogues &
c21 mysteries lit well revolve w/ east dozens cranes,
transport blowing the very pens: I am owned nostalgia
when the new cheap graze is all my cone cells
& beyond is just suburbs
sweet to toxicity
& knitting.
30/08/10
(coda)
uke tied to wave freezing feet: coast strategy exit
hound inhaling balcony visuals
trump game murmurs,
rearranged to pebble gull-swoop circular
this: the metataxis quenched
/ founded here, we shall have our cake
in desolation; balcony smoke in smoke; shoal
to flock shelter; imperative strand wash-off.
we watch the automations relapse endlessly;
your temp local glaze swells
w/in walls, scripture
handwritten in distro,
cassette pressed idols yellow&black despite
the despise / imminence overground
/ phase gracious. the text craves it.
comfort, in absorption-wash heads to breast
to palms to palms / pass delicate, darling.
eyes ringing.
& the lands remainder: serial references
looped oblivious as droning underlay.
Wayne Clements
Perish
Steve Willey
From Slogans,
*****
[The Old Wisp Man staggers into shot. The television flickers. He points. The scorch mark, the
grass sprouting in patches, the sun, not pink, grey, or green on the rubble.]
Old Wisp Man: [pp] Look, here, look, on Saturday they damaged this part of the wall.
[His finger slowly traces a round circle in the empty air.]
Nidal: [mf] Yes, what a dream of a day! Our hands truly wailed the sky like almonds.
[Darkly, like the excess of black type on card or sun on hard water, a blue strip of barb.]
[Viewed from across two rooftops in Hebron, from another hot rooftop in Hebron, an Israeli
persistently changes his hat.]
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[pn] the cap [sff] the cap [ppp] the helmet [sfp] the cap [sforzando and without will] the
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*****
Mike Weller
Shuttered
Sean Bonney
After Rimbaud
Pansy Maurer-Alvarez
THE DISTANCE BETWEEN OUR CONTINENTS
Far from the river
winding spatial flowers
let loose
flattening
fill clearings
The archers escape
creatures torn from the dark
A master verb
another passage into daylight
In this weather I turn my back
there is no comparison
terms I think might fit this bright day
We have only pieces of word things left
I sense what might have been there
Row of lights
or sleeping nearby
the water earth hope of
greedy green
ebb and flow
time along the river
Irrigation
ferns
a large pink iris
the seasons motions happen without us
yet we are not excluded
Sense and desire, and every thought
youve had is there, wrapped in
air, color, fragrance
Love poems and eroticisms can so sadden
You depart significantly
WHAT WE RESEMBLE
leaving I cried and fell back
into the same light (wild with loss)
placing the core of the thought alongside actual things
in a line of delicate blue
something permanent and illicit in the falling leaves, the dust clouds
Orpheus and Eurydice touching in the park, in profile
with a camera;
a body slumped at sundown, the earlobes, fingertips, toe nails
and halo, the things you cannot speak about
touching wrists, heels
about to fall asleep, with colorful dreams
the sound of water on water, a monastery garden;
passion and grace (inseparable from redemptive powers)
cradling the wounded animal
***
a storm passes, collapsing
indistinguishable from an old thought
do not believe its flowered print, its ornamental pond
the outcome is the occasion:
a fugue of tile floor, wisteria, the failure of a facade
and a little bridge of mischief
the final episode is inherited and leaves you no reprieve
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this wicked gallon of rye
when a man loseth
in his commodity for want
take like recompense dear
by providence
where there is scarcity for
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upon the commodity
infuriated by the light sum
of mancommon coasters
unprofitable fowlers
armigerous families forsooth
more calibrated than colored
beyond yon weari hand
vast forces variously at war
saints deep in their ecstasies
wrassle to extricate
thousands of fencible goods
outward piety & inward purity
subdivided ad infinitum
like some kind of wild scripture
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Johan de Wit
June
June kept a tight rein. She counted her toes before she moved her feet; she measured her
inseam before she was going for a walk; she asked for help when she needed a hand-out.
Between herself and the ancient windmill there was nothing but thin air, each time she
crossed the heath the air got thinner, last time it was so thin she could count only forty-nine
intakes of air in the seven minutes it took her to get behind the wind. June stood herself
upside down and consulted her sagging brain. Misty missionary positions minus forecourt
hours indicate requests are brief but moments when handled with broomsticks and
foreclosures are periods of time. June stood herself right side up: who do you think you are?
You werent talking to a ghost, were you? As it happened, when she said that, June stood in
front of a mirror. It must have wandered in her direction because she had made no
appointment to see herself. June saw the mirror but the mirror didnt see her. June got closer
but the mirror could as well have been standing behind her back. June got even bolder, she
stepped right inside the mirror, but no sign of her body. This is no way to treat a human being;
neither mirror nor image moved. June was trapped inside her own mirror, sealed from top to
toe, bricked in, walled up, smoothed over. With the help of vanity the last concept in her
armoury June positioned the mirror in such a place passers-by would be compelled to have a
look; June hoped that their reflections would set her free. Next time when you look up and
down a mirror please say hello to June, will you?
Tegwen
Again Tegwen was caught with his pants down but when he stepped away from himself
nobody seemed to be embarrassed in the slightest. How come no-one is embarrassed when
Im caught with my pants down, Tegwen asked himself. He knew he would get a straight
answer from his own face, but I must find a fax machine first. Otherwise the answer just sits
there! Tegwen walked down to Putney High Street, with all these nice locations in the
background there should be fax machines at every street corner. Tegwen turned them all
inside out, worms but no fax machines. Now the traffic found it difficult to negotiate Putney
High Street, all these corners were blocking the road. Chaos in Putney! Tegwen, being in the
midst of all this turmoil and mayhem: taxi drivers uploading their passengers, lorry drivers
unloading their valuables on the pavement, bus drivers playing hide-and-seek with the elderly
who darent leave the bus, said to himself, not having persuaded anybody to listen, first I was
down on my luck, then I was told to fax a machine and now Im caught up in a citizens
protest, whats going on in Putney? His lips were still warm from having spoken so loud and
clear that he didnt notice that one trouser leg was missing and by sheer coincidence that the
corresponding leg was missing as well. When he realised the position he was in Tegwen
hopped to the nearest person just missing an articulated lorry and said: nice to meet you,
could you help me catch my leg? Mind your own business was the response he got from this
nice gentleman in Putney.
Gwent
Gwent had posted a letter to a friend in Wales. Within three days she got a reply: thank you
for your letter, blah blah blah. Gwent was very pleased with herself and the blahs. Thank you
sounded real, herself ditto and the blahs were rather touching. It had not always been like that.
All this waiting over the years had made Gwent pencil thin. But, according to her new
calculator, if she received three letters a week she could have three meals a day. The problem
was she had only one friend in Wales, one in Scotland and one in Ireland and the distance
between these three home countries increased the times between her meals. With her English
friends she kept in touch by phone so they can be ruled out. Gwent went to the nearest sorting
office to explain her predicament. What do you suggest? Reduce the time my letters take to
get to my friends and reduce the time their replies come back to me. Yes, youre right, I can
only write when I receive a reply, its part of who I am. Yes, its true, I can only have a meal
when I receive a reply, its part of my constitution. The postal workers called a meeting and
asked Gwent to chair it. Agenda: how to speed up the letters to and from Gwent! A
disgruntled shop steward leaked the purpose of the meeting to the media. Headlines: pencilthin letter writer begs for a meal! Three days later Gwent received three sackfuls of letters all
beginning with: thank you for your letter, blah blah blah. It worked! It worked! Within days
Gwent felt bloated. Within weeks she was the size of a pillar box. Within months Gwent was
dead.
Keme
On his way to the airport Keme came across an underground station. Whats that doing here?
Where is my book of logic, chewing gum and marsuppleness? No, Keme, the belly of the
beast is not part of the upper deck, you may check in now. But Keme was not convinced. Im
going to fly, thats why Im on my way to the airport, why should I have to go underground?
Moles dont fly, do they? This is London, going from A to B, you need air, earth and water
and when you book all three they may set you free. If you come across an underground
station, you may have come across one or like the other day, may have used it, may have felt
at home; please take your time and you may even arrive at your destination. Thats what
Keme had in mind. Not so quick! Keme wants to go to the airport but in his own time. There
is no shortage or is that short cake of time. Keme woke up. Between Heathrow and since
Keme had fallen asleep and was now frantically searching for the location of common sense.
He knew where it was when he left home: in his back pocket, between his wallet and his skin,
but now there was no sign of it. Where could it have gone? Keme looked in his wallet, no
common sense; went through his pockets, again no common sense; thought of himself, no, no
common sense; went to ground, still no common sense; set up a three-way trade union, but no
common sense was smart enough to take up the project or came to his rescue. Now we will
never know whether Keme got to the airport or whether the air was too thick to fly through.
Keme
He bought a biro, one sheet of blank paper from the kiosk opposite the pub, sat down at his
favourite desk and began to write a story. He that is Keme and the story that is this story.
Now, if you allow me, Keme knows a lot or two, having sold the previous ones he is now
ready to go back to his blank paper getting yellow because he likes the sun but the paper
doesnt. Wheres the story? Impatient hands neither hold nor handle stories, let alone write
them; these words came from Kemes mind so he knew that he had to learn patience before
the day turns round and gets nasty if he ever wants to write a story that sticks to the page. This
is what he did: he went for a long walk, Putney Heath, Wimbledon Common, Richmond Park
and back and forth, wrote down a word with his right foot to wipe it out with his left foot.
Thats what he did that day all day long. At the end of the day Keme had still a blank sheet of
paper but all this writing and rubbing had given him an idea. But first he needed a good
nights sleep because he was tired. During the night he forgot everything he had ever learned
so the next morning when he woke up he didnt know that he had woken up. He had no idea
that he had had an idea. But the blank sheet kept staring at him throughout the day and
following him around throughout the night. Keme woke up on the second day to find a sheet
of blank paper between his teeth, he tried to brush it away but it wouldnt go. Keme got fed
up with these silly games and refused to write a story that has to be written with a biro on a
blank page.
Frances Presley
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Rod Mengham
ENGINEERING WORKS
AD NAUSEAM
REPEAT THIS
Becky Cremin
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Justin Katko
The Superior City Song; A Fragment
The cope of heaven seems rent and cloven
And on our shoulders wings are woven.
We will be the sisters gold,
Ass cut from inflexible mould;
And we will be the brothers too,
Ass cut out the plexiglass blue.
Jaya radha-madhava, kunja-bihari
Jaya gopi-jana vallabha, giri-vara-dhari
*
Amalthea Innoxia
Omphalos umbraculate,
By Finite Love determined,
Be the tetragrammatinium,
Planar irrefragabilium,
Monohyalopteric synthra,
Curtipenduline unyieldamenta!
Bear the aetiological discharge of the potamic Winja
As the blue Hyblan flesh is crystallised in flaming air,
And as the shredding of the spectral ice
Indefatigates the clitoral super-positional device,
Of the lila rasant impressed on dirt by Holikanthos fair.
Oh melittinic angle!
Oh rotating slime!
Oh bone tridentiferous!
Oh white tiger wine!
Upon the mysteries' revelation beyond finitude, they perish.
The super city is the expression of an exponentially gerish
Secret Govardhan germ, whose odoriferous throws
'Long Winja's bio-rampart strictly undisplay our clothes,
To grant us our most true pursuits in purity's amative groves.
Oh Hy-Brasilean caravan!
Oh teradynaeic inching!
Roll on! Oh wyrmlets of the pirastick trove,
Initiate your transforms on the peirametric fencing!
Oh cooperative parallelogram!
Oh skin blue splashed vermilion!
We enpostulate thecastically in the graptoptilian shade,
Clad in clade thebaic, cognate by the panacean truth itself,
Angled launching at a spectre of our wildest brain,
To dizzy py hy through the two-stain of a geolytic shelf.
Squamato-fit will ourselves be
In woven ion shields invective,
Whose Achillean fault is the
Illimitations of our contraceptives.
In love we course through hyper-formless gauntlets,
The variegating substance of the cosmetic fountlets...
[To be continued]
Justin Katko
Cambridge, Spring 2010
flaps
peep/parakeet
a romance of
lifted shins
begins cropped
thumbnail sequence
is erotic retro glue
in body flop
can't connect
w/century stiff
in silence of birds
as filters everything
sold about sky
drops as limbs
forgotten afterwards
nothing views easily
rinse out
inconsistencies in
looking like our parents
did at slips as accidents
instead of parakeets
flying out
just as you look in
this we can believe in
this is what follows:
the same thing only smaller
ankles repeating
sky to blue
as heart to bodies
scaled
up or down
as required
Stephen Mooney
Greg Thomas
mem
anxious shifts of rhythm
months pass and we don't speak
beth [a house]
the hollow of the hand a door
he [a window]
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is sharp is bite acute
emerge and
slip . your hair,
braided
Mendoza
exit against
harsh winter light.
decomposing towns no longer
gleaming
southbound
lines /
askew
drifts and
sky,
undulating inarticulate lines my
indolent lips
mouth
on your throat
my
dance /
girl shining in
Pale Brindled Beauty
Still,
winter perhaps.
empty intrusion
surge and
slit
this dress / awakening
Girl
Out
relief
voyeur /
dislocated
waves of agony.
her brilliant star draws
us to perfection
the final
thread obscured with
wit
and spiral bound
from the origin of all disclosure.
death,
self
as if you are,
slmendoza
Rob Holloway
MORTMAIN
For I am composed of calculation, and little holes - Jean Day
Once lit from below the Woodpecker revealed
as gardens smiled by road crews awaiting
feet raised lackadaisically
aloft to tread what light each sound
per bolted day presents as evidence
of a vacuum by any other laws
the mirrors a man sat stolen and relaxed
into cool and pliant focus drops
no present fist of floor nor sky
to lug back wrong those delirium birds
our silent dancing films burnt true.
John Seed
stump
bedsteads
half room
time with curtain
motes lighted
candle placed
which tales
miseries are
straws floating
nabbed on Friday
last time catched Monday
leery lads first thing out of prison
get kerchief get dinner
till 7 oclock
when her lifeless body was taken out
asleep in
heavens end
autumn tramping the counties the Bath Road
night towards refuge lodging anywhere
four ounces of bread ounce of cheese
a man comes to it middle-aged finds it hard
witnesses judges sentences separations
bridewells treadmills County Gaol
houses of refuge House of Correction
silent systems other gaols
expiation its soon done
postscript sorrow ashes dusk
Jimmy Cummins
Allen Fisher
Human warmth
Human anticipation
Human prospect
Previous Human poems appeared in the online BLART, November 2010 and,
before they were titled, in VLAK, Prague, New York and London, October 2010. I
began the sequence, which I eventually titled Human poems, before remembering
the translations by Clayton Eshleman (1968), Ed Dorn and Gordon Brotherston
(1976) of Csar Vallejos 1939 Poemas Humanos. My sequence does not
intentionally refer to Vallejos work.
Niamh OMahony
What is always
is, works recursive
un-reverted fought
square hard
pressed
to lollop along blithely
Squeezed to suppression,
cast out, struck down
COMMAS
SAVE LIVES
Keith Jebb
Carol Watts
I.
Not before they informed
us, we went going,
Gently flushed
II.
Inter-collating dust
III.
The Moths? one
or the life of anybody
life in general.
or { Moments of Being
or { The Waves
IV.
Nor before we,
Or was it one,
(Riving the black-hole weave
To where light endemics)
Pluralize
V.
Yet to breathe & coagulate
or { Sum it up
VI.
or { Collate data,
From ones month,
& anybody long Though greater than 1.1
(As wings average tear-span)
Though minuter than
This estimologists fingernail
(As circa the line)
Not before we learned
One Moth won
VII.
The Moths beat
& summoned
The Ocean
Briefly
To ear
VIII.
Can you hear her,
Moments like here,
Where lunivers est absent?
Or where life in general mis-marched?
Or where finite particulars
Ought get shopping listed
In re.Place of Scrapbooks?
IX.
Fore in pages,
We have swell
Of Nightshade sooty,
Where across us, Moths
Sync one
With any body
or { The Waves
Sync gently
One & any body
X.
And thus inform us
Of being lost
!
!
!
Aodn McCardle
!
palmresidual!headwidth!
to!appreciate!being!with!
!
scatter''''''''middle'''''''hold'''''''now'
breathdistance!consider!tell!
and!to!consider!alllove!
!
eyes'''''''come'''''''between'''''''squeeze'''''''go'
a!parabola!of!knowing!
skinknow!turn!
!
listen'''''''touch'''''''fast'
it!isnt!that!we!can!do!things!
toes!
!
twist'
its!more!about!sitting!
toddle!fire!isso!
!
pick!up!regularity!
out'''''''up'''''''meld'''''''sad'
!
try!peal!how!
territorial!
time'''''''active'''''''joy'
!
noise!
Iwant!
noise'
!
bonerest!stareback!!
Iwant!to!
!
memory'''''''no'''''''time'
listenmoment!held!
talk!talk!talk!
listen!listen!listen!
tie'''''''tighten'
!
beenawhile!rainwind!nightcough!isto!
tempertemper!temper!
eyes'''''''sequence'''''''pull'''''''mirror'''''''judge'
!
gesturecrowd!slowspring!
shesheshe!
long'''''''particle'''''''vein'''''''glimpse'
!
breel!partial!!beside!
amongamongstamong!
!
worry'''''''look'''''''memory'
attempting!thetruth!
andworthnot!
!
lateatnight'
fear!
appeal!in!disinterest!
!
youngold'''''''stepselide'
I!have!it!
consensual!
I!want!them!to!have!it!!
!
risk;love'''''''is'
touchfall!
this!is!mychoice!
theyare!
all''''''blood'
!
beatfour!
will!be!
onandon'
!
morningnight!
istobehere!
smile'''''''tug'''''''grist'
!
tobetherefor!
tonight!
!
soft'''''''lean;''''''in'
now!
Peter Philpott
NOTING NOTHING
To say
nothing is right
except by writing it
outpours some hope
acting through like a blind bird
also
a rite
praying at this silence
for we are a chattering ape
our busy mouths
always biting & sucking
our hands agitating
tracing out
on this worlds great body
how the fractual layers within us dislocate
& this
brings it all into full being
somehow?
the lines turning like the lies spoken
moves in some private game
lensing or diffracting
scattering the light like
Friday night at the Mecca
these rituals, these commands
utterances
ludicrous & fruitful
*******
from My Camp
Tom White
VI
WAR PROPAGANDA
well
that, so
inadequate
a line from insufficient
Queenes came Their scepters
stretcht in this was Psychologically
it was all wrong.
from East to Alas I can
in
subiection held means
and must, therefore feend
with foule vprore in relation
to a Dwarfe from Behind
her our future
must be the standpoint
at his backe with an hideous storme
attaining its objective cloudes
propaganda at hand, A shadie groue for the security
and the honour of the nation
so broad, that
heuens
Despite views to trees actually
exist, or rather it will have to exist
so
in they entred
God
men
you
German utility Dwarfe
men were good and Beautiful but (quoth
she
wood
I read of
those who know how to use it.
foule disgrace
To the educated intellectual classes? Or to the
Yea
perill through form and
Fly fly
(quoth
The advertisement poster
The fearfull
meant accordingly to impress
wandring wood, this
This
is the Therefore beware then
this place
to do with you returne with those
who wish artistic display
something that
different from the poster backe
public
attention to foot
To stay
the steppe, ere. Errours above
the heads circle
youthfull knight could not for ought be
staide, These slogans
should be
his glistring armor looked stereotyped
Halfe like a serpent But th other
hand they quickly forget
on
horribly
VII
THE REVOLUTION
the beginning had swollen. One could judge the effects step
by step. Gradually our wilgesias began
just in the way there
was. To be efficacious come from performing
and gefrunon all sorts for the sake of that. But
what were the people doing? I used to ask myself which
will end this process they whipped up
the flagging and fanned the fires! How their marvellous aptitude
hammered into Meanwhile
Nothing, or worse than. Again and again I was wealdend
into my hands, instead of those
dealing some nigger or other in
another sphere. I was a being without one among some
variations in the form of it. The story was that last indefinitely:
the prospect was fainter, the wyrfa not worhte.
Generally speaking
sections where every effort was made to stir
grew quite noticeable. This was something
more than omission; for sooner or later not only were
bound but consequently also
in this direction Beowulf began
eodcyninga, rym gefrunon, hu a elingas ellen fremedon.
In a similar
way, exercising effect. There was now no further necessity for the form.
The whole front ought to have been. The man who at one moment
ceased after a few moments and went about
me between this and stood firm, ceding a little
then taking it back, an almost endless
period. I could hardly imagine what it looked like. And then this
grousing. No, nothing else
in the others was quite general. But a couple were
in this process. One was a slight one as manifestation.
What could be? Who
and what and actually in evidence. The impression
was purposely in order
to spread some extent those old characteristics were
staffed by Jews. Towards the end of it seemed
as if we had got over the worst and were gradually becoming
a wonderful effect for it
Philip Terry
CANTO VI
Regaining now my senses, which had zoned out
At the sight of that old rou
shagging his student
New wretchedness and new sinners retching
I see, wherever I move,
wherever I look.
I am in the sewer that is Square 3,
Fast food joints all around me,
Knee deep in chip cartons and half-chewed kebabs;
Men in boiler suits hose it with jet sprays,
The dirty water fills the air, like Irish mist,
The stink never leaves the place.
Theres a stoner wearing dreads and
A filthy poncho, with a three-headed
bulldog on a frayed bit of string,
The dogs six eyes are bloodshot, the three mouths
Black, the three bellies swollen, ribs poking out
Its like something out of Harry Potter.
Spilling from Food on 3 and the SU bar,
Hung-over students howl like mutts
slipping and sliding
in the filth.
When the slimy hound got a sniff of us,
He pulled on the leash, snarling,
showing his fangs.
Berrigan, my guide, bent down slowly,
Without taking his eyes off the beast, and,
spreading wide
his wiry fingers,
Shovelled up a fistful of spewed-up sausage,
And beans, flinging it down those
gawping gullets.
As a famished hound, hungering to
Be fed, quiets down when you bring out the Bonzo,
So the filthy heads now ceased their barking.
is not
tell me who you are.
Gilbert Adair
PRfiFACE.
grtnore
The pond near [the unimaginably old thornJ is desuibed according to
mensuration: "I measured it from side to side, 'Tis three feet long and two fect wide." Let
me be excused frorn being particular in the detail of such things, as this is the sort of
writing which has superseded and degraded Pope in the eyes of the discerning British
public...
grammtr
I would like to rneet someone urho had read evsry word in those
interminable seven pages. Ort second thoughts, I would not like to meet such a person.
glamour
[HJow about less talk of prophecy, of the enigmatic,
of the ineffable ... we didn't want to be cellophane, or is it shrinkwrap?
&ITIS
ARGUED THAT THIS IS N.
ot possible, bodily sense contrai?e delusion
deliquesce.
LISS&IFI.
t is snttrnct Sitri$S-
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sittsnt
ttr
Qamn
That is the single most stupid remark I have ever heard. The man must live in a cave.
Yet Blake,
studenl of prophecy that
he was, knew that Aue and false prophets
Milton
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W double fizz.
Flats flatten Empties stories fast:
& where when nuance Acts agh tis,
A HarDmer hatnrner casing toast!
Puffscaled hall Mallei Below
Crctch spdngs repeat blue eden doors?
Rust gaze Anticipate ailyin noes,
Droning to come Galactic Shores?
That is the single most stupid rcmaxk I have ver heard. The rnan nust live in a cave.
Ryan Ormonde
their skin.
their fecund their fec gain
grain of their
as though people
their fur
for
air
their tu
tu
ti
their transport
via
duct
their
there
is not to scale.
is not affected by gradient
by less
by in-laws
is not affected by
is not soft
by loss
and large
or rough
is not geographical
or national
via
at
Not so fast,
not so open, but
the principle of repetition of the fact of the day
the mutability and the mute ability of the day
the plaintiveness of the past day
and the plainness of the day unpassed
Not so fast.
An observation may be paper thin and never surpassed
An observation may be all the day can say
(all the day can say)
Edmund Hardy
Sentences: Fire Bombing 13th February 1945
I'm watching my height and speed and ready for the turning point.
The rubble was on fire.
This has to be done very exactly, because each squadron has been given an arc of thirty-two
degrees.
As we passed a narrow street behind the Altmarkt the Webergasse, I think we found
ourselves pulled into it by a fierce undertow of fire.
Anyway, we have to bomb on this football pitch.
Suddenly my mother looked like she was flying away.
So one aircraft bombs on that heading.
The air was full of fire.
And the next had to bomb on that heading plus four, so we're all going out on two degrees
different so each squadron fans out in spokes of a wheel from that point on the football pitch out
onto the perimeter of Dresden.
We found our father and older brother
by calling out their names and together we went back to the cellar where we had first taken
shelter.
The static water-tanks were filled up to the top with dead human
beings, with large pieces of masonry lying on top of that again.
Inside, I saw a pile of ashes in the shape
of a person.
Great chunks of burning wood sailed through the air, and sparks and flame rained
from all directions.
You know when you put wood into a
furnace and it burns and becomes red hot and it keeps its shape with an inner glow but when you
touch it, it disintegrates?
First of all when you get into the briefing rooms the huge wall chart is
covered by a curtain and everybody goes in and the doors are closed and the police are put on the
outside of the door and the squadron commander draws back the curtain.
Juha Virtanen
RE-SHUFFLE/RECYCLE/WASTE
1. ABANDONED LINES RE-SHUFFLED
above the wetlands on the tip of the tongue joyous
3. REDUCED/RECYCLED WASTE
then
only one
sent in
/
poured in
by joyous
recalls
/
one
was
i
and of
the and