blackout
blackout
blackout
silence unfolds its wings before me & now gazing into her navel exposed
i’ve found myself entering that sweet decimal point that forbidden asterisk
strolling through that twilight tunnel wandering about in circles this illusion
is revealed as it truly is silence begins again & again repetitiously echoes
renewed by this distraction at the same time dealt a dirty fatal blow in large
shocking avant-font she seems ne’er care to have left me stranded to have
left me gone reaching desperately for the plateau of her stiletto heels her fine
artsy petals how incubation spirals me i am smothered by her red corset
her black stockings brokenhearted & hammered in tube station bumming
a smoke from some wild-eyed stranger this warmth of occupation
this hand-me-down the chill of commuters rushing faces disappearing
within the wormholes of bloodshot eyes all faces wearily looking home-
ward even if it be made of cardboard & discarded bits of aluminum foil
or in the whale guts of an abandoned swimming pool directionless
hardly did i know this to be my final final destination doors closing
doors closing doors closing doors closing please step away
from the doors
silence unfolds its wings before me & now gazing into her navel exposed
i’ve found myself entering that sweet decimal point that forbidden asterisk
strolling through that twilight tunnel wandering about in circles this illusion
is revealed as it truly is silence begins again & again repetitiously echoes
renewed by this distraction at the same time dealt a dirty fatal blow in large
shocking avant-font she seems ne’er care to have left me stranded to have
left me gone reaching desperately for the plateau of her stiletto heels her fine
artsy petals how incubation spirals me i am smothered by her red corset
her black stockings brokenhearted & hammered in tube station bumming
a smoke from some wild-eyed stranger this warmth of occupation
this hand-me-down the chill of commuters rushing faces disappearing
within the wormholes of bloodshot eyes all faces wearily looking home-
ward even if it be made of cardboard & discarded bits of aluminum foil
or in the whale guts of an abandoned swimming pool directionless
hardly did i know this to be my final final destination doors closing
doors closing doors closing doors closing please step away
from the doors
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Brilliant. I wish I could find some avant font to praise it.
In the belly of the love, the belly of the city, the belly of the beast
I got to thinking about where placentas connect. To the gut I suppose and then I was reminded of this poem.
http://www.potw.org/archive/potw158.html
Don't mind me. I go off on tangents all the time
Thanks
I enjoyed reading it. I probably will read it again and again.
In the belly of the love, the belly of the city, the belly of the beast
I got to thinking about where placentas connect. To the gut I suppose and then I was reminded of this poem.
http://www.potw.org/archive/potw158.html
Don't mind me. I go off on tangents all the time
Thanks
I enjoyed reading it. I probably will read it again and again.
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"The thing about poetry is the words communicate before they are understood."
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/stor ... Id=5331955
I never even noticed.
more reasons to enjoy it.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/stor ... Id=5331955
Wow thanks DPlyrical phrasing in this piece. Vivid images
I never even noticed.
more reasons to enjoy it.

This was a very smoothly flowing read with some really fantastic lines. Loved the ending.
One very very very small nitpick, if you don't mind my mentioning it, is the
she seems not to care that she has left me stranded left me gone
Anyway, perhaps I am mistaken, it's probably just me.
Excellent write.
One very very very small nitpick, if you don't mind my mentioning it, is the
I read the piece out loud you see and it just doesn't sound quite right to me, might I suggest...ne’er care
she seems not to care that she has left me stranded left me gone
Anyway, perhaps I am mistaken, it's probably just me.
Excellent write.
I used to walk with my head in the clouds but I kept getting struck by lightning!
Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
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Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
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Well mousey to me it sounds ok as a single sylable likd "near" or "nair" but if it is pronounced two sylables I would agree.
I have not read it out loud though.
This bit here made my day.
I have not read it out loud though.
This bit here made my day.
is it a contraction (ne' er) or accent beats me.hardly did i know this to be my final final destination doors closing
doors closing doors closing doors closing please step away
from the doors
mousey...i thought "ne'er"
added to the flow...i could have said "never" i could have rid myself of "ne'er" entirely but i chose it as it added to what i felt was the flow and the continuity of the piece..."never" seems clunky in comparison...i felt that the word made it whole...made it living...i can see where some might have problems with that particular word...still though i like it as it stands...
--andrew
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to all studioeight readers and folks who seem to like my work:
please order a copy of my new book "klang" through mark s. kuhar's deep cleveland....
url: http://www.deepcleveland.com/deepclevelandbooks.html
also...i am starting up a brand new webzine entitled "melancholia's tremulous dreadlocks"....submission guideleines can be found here:
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actually it's not a cut-up...it's a pretty straightforward piece...i rarely attempt a cut-up...i create cut-ups for inspiration sometimes...there are times where i've added peppered in a line or lines from a cut-up to a poem if i think that it is relevant to a particular piece but for the most part i prefer to write straight ahead (i guess depends on what you consider "straight ahead") stuff...
thanks to judih for comments...and to you stilltrucking...and to mousey...and doreen...
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thanks to judih for comments...and to you stilltrucking...and to mousey...and doreen...
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hey you old bird
klank klang klang!
keep the rattle & hum grooving
peace
markk
keep the rattle & hum grooving
peace
markk
hello astronaut
no -- im not a firefly
no im not a flying saucer
in the distance
I'm a self contained unit
of consciousness waiting
to be reborn
-- d.a. levy
no -- im not a firefly
no im not a flying saucer
in the distance
I'm a self contained unit
of consciousness waiting
to be reborn
-- d.a. levy
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