48
It happened I just
broke my axe I was
in your wardrobe in
summer pumps or mock croc peepers
(I go with anything
like I forgot I
Don't look closely at my
boy friend!
who ever loved thy property)
I was making one of those ready-to-wear dresses,
a little bit different,
one of those ready-to-wear dresses looks good
over an awesome cami,
& I broke my axe.
Thursday, 18 June 2009
Tuesday, 9 June 2009
rainy day assart no 47
47
The ladies-in-waiting overnight
in the best early modern hotels.
I'm checking out
your lovely fucking mistresses
they say no to it later
I don't know what to do the
ladies-in-waiting are feeding busily at the minibar
the ladies-in-waiting youtube if they want to.
O mistress thou art all behind
I want a partybag to perish in
& open emails from my polish wives.
"Write to me a letter
that have interested you"
I love my structure & go in for waiting too.
The ladies-in-waiting overnight
in the best early modern hotels.
I'm checking out
your lovely fucking mistresses
they say no to it later
I don't know what to do the
ladies-in-waiting are feeding busily at the minibar
the ladies-in-waiting youtube if they want to.
O mistress thou art all behind
I want a partybag to perish in
& open emails from my polish wives.
"Write to me a letter
that have interested you"
I love my structure & go in for waiting too.
Monday, 25 May 2009
dedicatory assart
46
(for Sharon & Paul)
To run out of rymans singing
its so sunny in my cunny
hazel the weather is not important
if your only home.
Knock knock me list no longer or
I may no more
thrash you like a doorbell.
Ring ring I lost my time.
If I put my finger in a second line
you know I did
put her hand up first.
Once there were three million bears
overnight
three million sums or cums or light
(for Sharon & Paul)
To run out of rymans singing
its so sunny in my cunny
hazel the weather is not important
if your only home.
Knock knock me list no longer or
I may no more
thrash you like a doorbell.
Ring ring I lost my time.
If I put my finger in a second line
you know I did
put her hand up first.
Once there were three million bears
overnight
three million sums or cums or light
Saturday, 23 May 2009
Friday, 22 May 2009
a mid may assart
45
Here on the air base
I rarely see young hazel
& her giant guns.
Bonjour constable
we hath only adjusted rymans
for love
of aerial bombardment
& the smell of burning
smaller branches.
How shall I then leave hazel I do intend
soon after the time of
constable I arrive?
How shall I then leave hazel, rymans,
half its branches are alive?
Here on the air base
I rarely see young hazel
& her giant guns.
Bonjour constable
we hath only adjusted rymans
for love
of aerial bombardment
& the smell of burning
smaller branches.
How shall I then leave hazel I do intend
soon after the time of
constable I arrive?
How shall I then leave hazel, rymans,
half its branches are alive?
Friday, 8 May 2009
Xing the Line, May 7, 2009
Xing the Line yesterday featured Richard Parker and Gareth Farmer, both writing (up) theses at Sussex University, Richard on Zukofsky and Pound, Gareth on Veronica Forrest-Thomson. Two very different readings - Gareth confident, measured, punctilious, using to my ears what seemed like a long line; Richard by contrast hesitant, nervy, elliptical, echoes of Zukofsky apparent but with humour. The highlight for me was his "Heaney to Waterstones" [sic?] which was a hilarious take (surely) on the opening of Zukofsky's "A"-15 which begins "An/hinny/by/stallion/out of/she-ass...He neigh ha lie low h'who y'he gall mood..." Richard is putting together a mag called Crater which features some of Gareth's work and Gareth's sequence "Mock into the Brazen Day" is coming out with yt communications over the summer. One of the longer poems Richard read last night ("The Egg"?) will appear, I understand, in the next onedit.
Some pics below...
Richard Parker
Some pics below...
Wednesday, 6 May 2009
etc
44
(for Harry Godwin)
red like the red deer I mean
I know where is an hind
right here in an line
I am a bad red deer
& dropped its balls
chasing poetry beaver
through the fields of england
ken I love another too poor
deirdre the middle ages
exploded in her hands o
the brilliant poets in britain
black dots ate my readers wives
dear deirdre hello its 1360 AD
every day since the internet I died
(for Harry Godwin)
red like the red deer I mean
I know where is an hind
right here in an line
I am a bad red deer
& dropped its balls
chasing poetry beaver
through the fields of england
ken I love another too poor
deirdre the middle ages
exploded in her hands o
the brilliant poets in britain
black dots ate my readers wives
dear deirdre hello its 1360 AD
every day since the internet I died
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