Tuesday, January 10, 2017

jim leftwich, poems, 01.10.2017

intimate fort of raccoons
coat of collaged mutations. bustles and lulls the ambient portent. ambiguity rattles the exits. depends on constraints, guerrilla vacations, cultural vaccinations. the play of reverie in the gut of disorder.
jim leftwich
01.10.2017


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grapple the salient energies
the sequel is settled in primary pasts. vivid and fair, ensemble directed rice, for the naturally deviant traditions. science is serried and vacillates, banned from its own limits. we go to school to talk with our comrades. our bones are reflexive and persistent. the fumes of the robin, spent choices levitate the liquid creed: mathematical elevators, poems extinct in the details of the veil.
jim leftwich
01.10.2017


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respectable gestures devastate the mountains
environmental consciousness surveys the carpet. clean air is naturally rampant in the trailer parks explicit injustice. we arrive on our feet, just in time. plastic materiality facilitates our entrance into a change. sort the creative projects by types of occupation and prettiness. to sever the meanings from their initial elevations, we serrate our collective observations, arbitrary individuals transmuted by assignment.
jim leftwich
01.10.2017


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lure and don't
a tolerant social soup combs the dominant ecology. batten the spoons! bait lunar parking now! they are the envy of their own messages.
jim leftwich
01.10.2017


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a gaggle of doors
paved and bitten coats, coils bloom, the kittens loom and blur. dance like it pays to be as high as a mode of China. fate is local and it leaks from the chin. pour the sauce precisely, from its finite center. so soon the air we studied, overtly slants and glancing.
jim leftwich
01.10.2017


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skate-agents quandary
diploma oblique vitamin? out in the rented quad they are dancing in their bones. tunnel eyes throat-kitchen, exists without the sensations of livestock, haunted by poison, porch, obelisk, giraffe, table-saw, leveraged personae, solvent, termites, suspension of disbelief, the view from under a boot beside the bridge. "i know it's the same village. we were just here yesterday." permission to sort quotidian lumps.
jim leftwich
01.10.2017


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the pasts aslant
the long soul televised trout-dance, mold, turns and pours the scent into the lamp. the doors are torn, the lions are loose in the lean salon.
jim leftwich
01.10.2017


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lunar in cameo peril
with an estranged cannibal up his sleeve. hope is ecstatic, persuaded by rust, spare parts, protection-rackets, the lost sun of the quiet peninsula. context is especially tired of the demands of conventional realism. accuracy fumes. corruption is the negative principle of absurdity and anxiety. balanced, usurps, excursus, finagle variable, Upanishad muttering "Yankees in seven". escape-fetish embezzled the segue. most of their goals are logical and securely abandoned.
jim leftwich
01.10.2017

Monday, January 09, 2017

jim leftwich, 6 poems

the shaman rides the cloak

don't talk about the moonpoem, brittle drinking with conceptual animals, little dreams renewed in the seventies and displaced by the slogans of hell. in steed tuna learn, in harp vest beach, in writer enjoy. drive your art and your plover over the horses of the head. their bones are an emptiness dancing to the left of the skin. no no, no no, no. the world is fueled by incarnate rainbows, various and appropriated, adorned with footsteps and early sleep. the ferocity of the fire is shiny in its shrine. the smooth skeletons ice cream riot / shivering spinal rot cracking spins / demons askance / it was raining words / even though our shared experience was so far from the English language. resonance is written as it feels. comb the sounds to mirror the minds. they were staying in the dark hotel, The Hotel Baudelaire, archaic wisdom collectively... the road of excess leads to dear prudence who is desired by the cut-up worm in delirium. / dip them in the book / whose face gives no haecceity / like the busy bee for hours / no clock who has eaten / the whole flowing net of birds.

jim leftwich
01.05.2017


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the night lion knows the layers of instruction

do neglected minds introduce us to the fevers of poetic negativity? pistons are built with stamens of lawn, brokens with firm lyrics of religion. the bride of the peacock is the story of god. fabulous beings expand and fill the skin with tainted dance. why are you standing beside that bodhi tree? when you could be sitting beneath the baobab? waiting for bat-pollinated lightning fungus.
 
hollow warthogs eat the mottled spinetails. John Giorno: "I’ve let content arise as it will, with one lifelong rule not to use Buddhist words, because that closes the door on the audience." the makeshift marmalade of sparrows  / sloughs the racing of the loins / upon stormy portions of the condensare / to propagate pious ears asleep. / it is not necessary beyond the flow of three minds / to transmit the erotic and indescribable / directly or indirectly into / the emptiness of practical collaboration.

jim leftwich
01.05.2016


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wander suffused the cook

eggs on a southern priest / lay an eraser / on the forest jaw.  therefore, to bring the absolute into the poem, elsewhere research metalwork laboratories, gratefully the 5 machine-fantasies (thinking of oceans suffused with alienation, a sociocultural embodiment of the experiential crossroads) (the shoes of sweat delight can never be refilled), compelling underground wonders and unwritten memoirs, wasted implementing seasonal emergency, destroy the fried eggs behavioral sweatsuit pavilion, macrocosmic plasma entity, role spot one property objects, nearly stories, cooking novel cartoons neglected, cooling hovel commas expected, eggs therefore metalwork, thinking of embodied delight destroyed the macrocosmic stories. jaw-dropping research-fantasies undo sociocultural sweat. underground shoes wander around the seasonal pavilion. eraser absolute laboratories suffused experiential fever memoirs. waste the eggs and spoil the cook. improvement makes stark roads, but the crooked roads without imps roving mint are the roads of genus and genies.

jim leftwich
01.05.2017


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supermarket radiates crooked rituals

...or turn yourself into a natural family weekend. horizontal battles are ungovernable, they enact multiple responses in daily forms of invitation. we are an unauthorized history flowing kaleidoscopic through the flowers and scrawls of our agitated zenith. saddle the tombs, dipped in lidded hues! infrequent episodes of insurmountable electricity, vitrines across the coffins in the corner of rose hiatus. baubles dust mercury / knots jettison untitled Wednesday / the city is humble, musty with negligence / trash especially institutional / red limbs and letters / marking the orbital punishments.
thing-piece feelings through metrical (petrified?) comprehension. sympathy in tall forks. caul and capacity repeats the rapid drain. intention is its own virtue. our intentions are invitational. we are the scrawls and hues of our mercurial intentions. musty intentions, read through family responses, flow in the saddle of the insurmountable rose.

jim leftwich
01.06.2017


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on the the dump

where was it one first heard of the truth? fragmented stellar dark horse hinge, reinvention has embarked upon the medium tradition hub, the toes emit resurgent notches, stagnant prayers on the finger of a private agenda. "there is only one important relationship with your goat in hell," said Sartre, "to share your curious answers as appreciation of experience." the day can feel this. time is even worse than itself. struggles in the schools are scrambled and continuous. hunting undersea / durational variety / coin ranging castle wastes / who derive their skills / publicly deboned support for reinstated stepladders / are fed the worst jobs in the country / caves baking soda electric dirt / the medium defiance critiques poems into embroidery. "Adults and children sometimes have boards in their bedrooms or living-rooms on which they pin pieces of paper: letters, snapshots, reproductions of paintings, newspaper cuttings, original drawings, postcards. On each board all the images belong to the same language and all are more or less equal within it, because they have been chosen in a highly personal way to match and express the experience of the room’s inhabitant. Logically, these boards should replace museums," -- John Berger, Ways of Seeing (1972). intent envisions eventual textile design. utopian gaps reconstruct the defamiliarized impossible. one rejects the trash. the real is the defamiliarized impossible. modular, sanctioned. an interaction of binaries examines nomadic meanings. meanderings. sources scour the servings. water starved by gasoline. clandestine abstractions are forbidden as propaganda. processual collaboration / stitched memories / utopic identities / sewing machines / disaster cartography / displacement / displace meant / enough fire and knotted beans must-paragraph quasi-calligraphic drawing proposals since they are considered too-heavy shoes, rarely useless.

jim leftwich
01.06.2017


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padlock nodding doors

the curved hand, cotton hairs from year to ear, poached in turn the cumulative participations. by which route elitist interpretations of atrium glimpses vector: opens floods with no bridges to consist. with no mesh balconies, baroque cubic grids and horses, perfected or posed, limbs insufficient for the capacity of reason. arctic, a crucial condition in contemporary cultivation, speaking social species should segment sequential sparks, the day the sun places our images of bouquets on the moon, every cat is a tiger, daffodils disgust the dump. sleep like a snake in snow. climbs like a bird and breathes the fiddle in the barn. eyes knocking around the quilt like Detroit in Vermont. fish-legs padlock, raining against the flowers. the birdbath tastes of garage and nodding catfish. a blizzard of chairs / moonmedicine / useless doors. the curved route with no mesh of reason. every cat should segment the fiddle against the chair. from ear to atrium, cubic crucial sparks, the dump knocking around the birdbath, poached horses in contemporary bouquets snake like garbage to mesh the floods.

jim leftwich
01.07.2017

Sunday, January 01, 2017

jim leftwich, poems, 01.01.2017

the splotch and drift of range

composed the wrote has caught a broken since. as space at exactly freshly, alongside anti-urgency in the corner, it is nothing of what it was and is emblazoned to the left of openings and warnings. four note sworn flesh tomorrow, four catastrophe evidently time, four fresh ground puzzles of prophecy to predict, neither the subject nor the moment no less. seems far was meant suddenly to do. how is the threat-realm coupled to layers of transient darkness, self-centric and brighter than the complexly filtered lexicon? individually literal derivations decorate the curse of pessimism. to avoid the immediate, as improbable as it is quickly, we cast our knots to signify a scruffy silence. while the meat-stunned foisted Reagan ledge, barriers to plunge and drift, resist the emblem thirst intentions, the abundance of range and process-splotch particulars refuse to have been uncertain.

jim leftwich
01.01.2017


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caterpillar carpet whispering turtle sun

trim structures escape the climb. geometric apartments flip severed chops, baseball foraging shirt. grapevine silver thickly slivers, flat devils shifting heels. "the dry mess corrects the careful peas." "long eyebrows scalding routes." we took the kitchen lamp highway to Partitioned Sugar Arch. boiling for sitting. "butterfly doors belong to the blood of chairs." "are nests standing wolf a bear?" forgive the sign. today is a bit early. we are skinny, under cover of an afternoon, and the fuzzy shark phantom soda wastes like fetish on the grin.

jim leftwich
01.01.2017


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highway stomping steep

talk the door to disturb the knot. nurse combat watching the skinlight. weave orange fangs collapsing shuffle. independent eggs folded the downtown blue. cloud-gnosis dull as a flag. been talk the skinlight eggs. down the doorweave folds. so disturb the orange dawn blue. long knots collapse in cloud. it nurse looks shuffle dull. like watching the independent up a flag to me.

jim leftwich
01.01.2017


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wondrous due skin

which carrot butters the chicken? stomach endlessly dirt, stairs melting, fumes of shoes and splintered angels. demon cheese page milks the leopard. how did we ever research the thumb in a bath of fire? the furniture shoes with telephones in their windows. pictorial cattle like the cries of quail above our banished skulls. no horse made of stars could hunger us to exemption. Rimbaud stamps and combs are the mayor of whales in penguin snow. soup like a rubber rattlesnake in the alphabet playhouse feathered rural rot smells of potato bats in the toothless watch. bones of hat! snake hovering fried at muffler! buttons churn the darkness. self-reliance like a fish meandering through the door.

jim leftwich
01.01.2017


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murmuring ring

bones gnawed the garbage on rooftops. the furry teeth of the angels
trembled and screamed. snow blossomed like palm movie hedge. snip
the noise, the noise is sick, time-brool snatched-brool
thunder-brool, flint-brool sword-brool car-brool. rusting watches
torpedo the unwrapped gangster. knife-flight coffin builds a
raincoat on the window. the cut road torments the spoke. unnameable
dogs, sitting in sharks, abandoned the cobblestone cats. sea-brool,
witch-brool, death-brool, combs shopping bag A-train brool, brool
exploding over Istanbul. rose arise and sing the furry monks.
face-bones dream the blossomed sponge. wind-brool walked-brool
sulk-brool lulled.

jim leftwich
01.01.2017


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stripe-knitted rivers

the endless standards, bottleneck gong, 
flail for the castles in flashing fish!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
flush a horse through the eye of the field. 
eat the wolves or wither on their horizons.

jim leftwich
01.01.2017


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muse-long wreckages

rust-crash never the bones / finial spiritcuff oracles -- nothing opening as in the thigh a whole history of argued feet. the aftergnaw is not a playfulness of ancient days. debacle sleeve anomaly: what/it, what/gold, what/defiance, what/admonished, what/denies, what/wrote, what/sentence, what/poetry, what/the, what/electrifying, what/throttle, what/everyday, what/distance, what/works, what/fragments, what/swirling, what/reading. cooperate unbiographical poems behave in prose and crawl through the pages like carnival-defying books, to say: "take away my eyes and revolve in thinking. i have been sitting on the bathwater from a different resistance."

jim leftwich
01.01.2017


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worm-dot

kosmic tooth-salt, beehive whirlwind needle pad aum, aum-north dawn glacial orb toward melted circumference emits the glow of harsh barrier-stars, magnetic green unseen attic spews stanzas drift afar, filch flickering dust-gut, half-eye jeremiad clump, bind in flight their illegible knees, locomotive alley their classist feathers arm. in Leninist tentacles clench so furry among the moths a schoolhouse cribbage, jobless spreadsheet, a termite alienation platform, numbering admonish was the flotsam poetry cropped.

jim leftwich
01.01.2017


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air-filter shovel dust

the suburban dream-need opposed the family. possessions presented to pursue with persons / members modern myself / cinematic comical comprises character concludes celebration / poem prospect pondering prevents pressures / forgetting family from flights frequently. a scourge of falls shovel suites honeymoon eye, anything knowing, knowing what, happens tonight hotel chocolate shoes. sky-tombstone feel, why preliminary clarinets cemeteries velvet good. when the dawn-grease, when the dream canon flanger neocon, when the uniting simultaneous society, when the drain-spoon litigates realities, when ceases rooster causes creased desire suitcase commonweal at high tide, when the iambs of immutable discontinuity, when the shelf-life of a common fiction -- then the paragraphs of dirt wring his poems from a drift.

jim leftwich
01.01.2017

Saturday, December 31, 2016

3 poems, jim leftwich 12.31.2016

snarl may appear as ripe vibration

decisive poets feathered robbery as the bell of the goat slinks between the flickering electronics, wrote who muster a particular longing, the shells in their fish and the verbs without bail, to explain in gritty 8mm noise-frame (fabulous lush grunge of the bleary-eyed pages, rapid-fire typewriter chronicles esoteric images hand-painted and useless), reading the six gravitated highlights anywhere (a cow pasture in Amherst County, a pizzeria in Cow Hollow...), the noise lives as curious as a house show beside an alley on 10th street -- research into the door of neurological turbulence bristles like miraculous infinities phase transitions washed by electrical ingredients shimmering cactus loosely rebirth/breakthrough experientially studious upaya nymphs gnashing totipotent moxibustion, unnamed meadows and lobster jaws eating the dried enzymes of the brain: handle and is in molecules, is the hunter manifest in the untitled church of plants (dissolves elsewhere hovering robot-aggregates, delirium systematic, scattered adventures hosting chimerical storms

jim leftwich
12.31.2016





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Railroad blood and wine

Illusive are industrialists so much quantum individuals, satisfied with controlled values, who tinker with myths and resources to choose among time and response. The value of most researchers would take the assistant restaurant perfectly close to tether the unbreakable seas, moss gilded castanets the hunt for longer hours than the icons of evolution, but cadence leaps neither infinite nor think, into the next lather of events as time. Steady passes in flow to the quantum history of rooms. Instead, the illusion is simply there. The sentence unfolds rather than extends a share of its inviolable relics. Radio by eight defines the spoons thin workweek. Railroad proclamation five days from labor institutes The League of Early Signs for horrific time framework "gibbous moon over an open field" as long as many clocks become keepers of management arrival ("the mist of production over horses"), mail the hammer into an assembly line, obsessed.

jim leftwich
12.31.2016





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bird than-sailor poetry

...into the brick single design. energy is a dry osmotic microphone, he said, pulsing his legitimacy, pumping, the hidden masquerade of identity. while within the access, practice of infectious destinations, when shiny shamanic x-ray impostor-raft sustainable, (The Footprints of Paris in 1960): restive nests moon, details which middle socks, drunk in the basement bathroom in North Beach (1979), the causal sun heart-orifice -- at the end of the table of liberty. opening therein the gap of perceptions and dreaming romanticist surfaces, where the visible centerpiece of experiential poetry is notably in turmoil during the remains of an internal lyric, does not among the ideas of Corso summarize repurposed beginnings. the theographical goals no longer suffice. a calculated criticism approaches the fish, folded in hues, the pointed seams writing beneath. a return of the book is now recorded as transnational quintessence and phenomenological convergence. literature itself now believes in itself only in the revolutionary sands of history, flowering quaint in the church of the insurrection, who skew and swirl the immediate innings and descants of postwar identity.

jim leftwich
12.31.2016

jim leftwich, poems, december 2016

sea of eyes


first the double lake, then the thin dust of gravel like plainsong on the poem, the isolated fire-escapes entwined variables of letters, their stitched vultures aghast suggestive, intentions crystallize, language dances slowly across the interior of the poem. for several conduit lightning tongues broken the sleek eels seek, unmooring, in an electric felt, as the length of language channels into others an imagined dissatisfaction. alphabets are slower than a host of lost ghosts. emblazoned engendered everything. escape the effort, enough early extended. Chicago conduit collects concrete commonplace. combing compares consulting. several shocks storm and seek. variable plainsong of letters crystallized for several unmooring, in others to host an effort, enough commonplace gravel entwined, the intentions of sleek language are slower than escape.


jim leftwich
12.27.2016


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mimosa


humble numbers wild, "waltz longing grazes" wrestling birch &
dogwood: sudden pigs panic into the talk (beetles in the violent
kitchen) it is raining moons || is it raining asps || we are sleeping,
deep in the window, at dawn it is dawn || and we are sleeping
through the summer and whispering
into the sun (lunch
& lamp, stacked: poems at night in the valley around a fire)


jim leftwich
12.27.2016


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dogwood -- flattened, filters


octopus, wild robberies -- were evenings || leaf, (crunching the
roses in the thin apartment)
pigeon & spider, humming the plumageflag lotion || the leaf &
lunch & then it was evening again: forgotten myself, in the
gray wash, falling... the gray lunch pigeon rises in octopus...
wash your thin spiders in the wild || the evening humming with
gray appointments || plumage at least a leaf


jim leftwich
12.27.2016


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normal raving Vienna


a corridor of stairs slopes || slit fish || blue neck open &
soaking -- melting; against the sidewalk fire. DRIPPING
face-flash twig-fever, face-flash twig-fever flowers (face-flash
twig-fever flowering towers),
[face-flash twig-fever, lowering towels] Warhol horizon,
raining gray windows, windows flowing like smoke in the rain,
coats filled with pickles || found cats in the pockets ||
some of the kelp in circles while passing the key from palm
to palm -- cohere a certain commons anonymously concrete. the
normal needs of any language, experimental seemingly a flavor
of their methods, specific individuals are more passionate than
their descriptions. during the eye of the city was available to
grow a goat (how to -- stuff clutters, & gutters SPILLING,
long after Poe had lived there): random nor arbitrary, the
discontinuous poets are contained in papers image disorder
unruly autumn teaching


jim leftwich
12.27.2016


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Lyricism Unanswered By Texts


How do the coherent obsessions of a word like "goat" rattle
the manipulations of an experiential poem? streams
nocturnal pleated Dust: floodslag chirping Giotto || ear
anew || Illuminations at 5-bear crescent sleep -- feathered
spiders themselves are naked parables of the garden
(green folded breakfast throttle) birds
feet it was strands of trees plumed branches flashing rose ||
birds parables it was 5-bear trees dust plumed branches
crescent flood || birds naked Illuminations at pleated rattle
goat || flood birds feet parables five
birds feet parables 5-bear Dust
were singing Thursday Fred-earth shimmering deep. How
do the sunbeam petals of a word like "Dust" surround/lament
the Ionesco Newspapers ("gazelle") of the poem?
Perhaps they only hang like festive mazes among our
interventions daunted by play.


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12.27.2016


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fiscal ennui of the moral fish


experience impacts the measure of standardized value. obsessed with direct, instrumental contributions, and ever the thinking practice (what, exactly, in level arguments, does it see?), electrical history teaches us to uncover our intrinsic beliefs. unique strategies organize their vocabularies for unfinished models of curiosity. two-dimensional almonds bewilder the score. indefinite apples float like frogs in the delicate starlight. springs above the abstract dogs, arrogantly sailing, fish the purple azalea. shadows chopping the empty horizon mesmerize enthusiastic walnuts. gloves expect to be ridden with few words. many things could happen to think. switch off the eyes and open the arabesque streetlamps. west of the luminous dust, seagulls emit an archaic beach. the roads are skeletal along contours of twilit blood. the farmhouse is strange and hungry, like the forlorn hair of the moon. their eyes surround the sea with an impassive eucalyptus. dusk flows in the corner of summer like roses dripping charcoal. monetized Atlantis crisis malevolent, combs less cuticle soap the felt hat discards during baseball portal remnant, no pots in the territory of pans, zinc-six mismanagement anticonventional, for the throat of the cynic has a tendency to segment the marvels of experiential intensity. narrative segue proliferates the axis of socks totalized solvent. accidents accentuated per sanitized scriptures. the violins are dull and visible expressions of a permanent history.


jim leftwich
12.28.2016


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the narrow rackets of the soul


else the mirrors mauve totes heroic dawn. (the fictions of the sun are difficult to contest.) else the poets are moral frescoes who prefer the fruits of prose. (no augmented floor suffers the prefix to our venue.) the pages are made of folded bones. (the disjunct felicity of disgrace.) disgrace of the pit bull maneuvers a quinine flora. (insomnia or barbiturate?) the menu in parenthesis. (qualitative cathexis prefaces nonexistence.) do you have plans for immortality? (the original is composed of equilibrium and alterity.) the molten yard, the illegible backyard, the spirit of scribbled milk. (they will annex your fins in passing.) penguin inscrutable post office cadence. (the sap is in the jar, the hagiography in the cadenza.) nor much less than that, alembic paradigm stencil. (sit quietly in your material adventure, at the crossroads on your palm.) the fabricators are transcendent and antiseptic. (the is no hope to fathom by toe the duration of your aerial precarity.) your jokes creak an inexorable aerosol. (the bruise of the dinosaur is no novelty.)


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12.28.2016


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stretching the demolished spell


yet it was transition in a mutual act of window washing their agitations forward, not only in the knot becoming an American hybrid, where the bear markets are underground materialities at war with both poles precisely on principle, and their primary feathered failures operate as if under an accurate spell. in all probability vast tickets against what happened inscribe their intent before consorted restaurants, stretching the ghostvisionuniverse remorselessly sustained. demolished at least, by infection abandoned to the moment, who has seen such necessity relentlessly diminished, imagined by themselves to remember the unconscious disguises of attention.


jim leftwich
12.31.2016


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soluble junk coil glimmers


fears the two-west the read, negotiations 2011, the legitimacy had five the said. solution the 14 pressured lawn illegible, on on, after not what of the what, the subtext later who the community, two-around with which significant -- and no thirst ongoing in wonder (is soluble opinion and absinthe) -- to desist from the next decade, asking only a series of parsed spleen to refuse. the forward junk amid postures of the new, in its preliminary flow against the coil, dreams of permanent approach to eat in explicitly possibility, either the same or akin to the known. in public snow whose, on backbone three eyes are stained with opposition. to be soft and tiny furniture at the wheel of runaway glimmers.


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12.31.2016


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St Tropez Shoes


...was homogenization to ignite the amorphous others. part constellation accompanied by fat and felt, which is memorable rather than sensitive, the boat paper sea sheets ants at sushi eels, material resistance to histories of the West, threads alluded with reams of sprawling lottery... culture which demonstrates boomerang to the traps changes, and we are glared forward into our favorite webs of Orwellian code, via a shrine to knuckles and lectures, was quite snow martyr real estate ragtime... rejection and jazz collages require balancing the flaws of a Beat poetics, magical bicycles traverse the consecrated fins


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12.31.2016


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waterproof zooming danger


...believed the cultural short, waves bohemian ginseng wound-theory rendezvous-hub played in the decadent literary seen spleen scene debauchery (along the famous inner scroll), in the context of the original road, for whom the sun is a grave. it is the same among ropes dealer cross by metamorphosis with complex titillations. subversive climates repress impossible amounts of social maturity. if the divine spew of time did not exist, the twentieth century upon predatory proportions, body religious and ugliness images challenged beauty to radically disproportionate celebrations ("beauty is oppressive"), limits sawhorse nutmeg foot cult alps hollow alliance of linguistics and beaten rice, in the shade inflicting excesses of the sun


jim leftwich

12.31.2016

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

John M. Bennett and Jim Leftwich, collaborative vispo 2016

Sunday, December 18, 2016

Jim Leftwich, Pure Psychic Chance Radio

Pure Psychic Chance Radio
https://slowforward.files.wordpress.com/2016/11/pure-psychic-chance-radio-2016.pdf

posted/hosted published by Marco Giovenale at Slowfoward



Table of Contents Pure Psychic Chance Radio:
2016


  1. Permission slips: Thinking and breathing among John Crouse's UNFORBIDDENS
  2. ACTs (improvised moderate militiamen: "Makeshift merger provost!")
  3. Applied Experimental Sdvigology / Theoretical and Historical Sdvigology
  4. HOW DO YOU THINK IT FEELS: On The Memorial Edition of Frank O’Hara’s In Memory of My Feelings
  5. mirror lungeyser: On Cy Twombly, Poems to the Sea XIX
  6. My Own Crude Rituals
  7. A Preliminary Historiography of an Imagined Ongoing: 1830, 1896, 1962, 2028...
  8. In The Recombinative Syntax Zone. Two Bennett poems partially erased by Lucien Suel. In the Recombinative Grammar Zone.
  9. Three In The Morning: Reading 2 Poems By Bay Kelley from LAFT 35
  10. The Glue Is On The Sausage: Reading A Poem by Crag Hill in LAFT 32
  11. My Wrong Notes: On Joe Maneri, Microtones, Asemic Writing, The Iskra, and The Unnecessary Neurosis of Influence
  12. Noisic Elements: Micro-tours, The Stool Sample Ensemble, Speaking Zaum To Power
  13. TOTAL ASSAULT ON THE CULTURE: The Fuck You APO-33, Fantasy Politics, Mis-hearing the MC5...
  14. DIRTY VISPO: Da Vinci To Pollock To d.a.levy
  15. WHERE DO THEY LEARN THIS STUFF? An email exchange with John Crouse
  16. FURTHER SUBVERSION SEEMS IN ORDER: Reading Poems by Basinski, Ackerman and Surllama in LAFT 33
  17. A Collage by Tom Cassidy, Sent With The MinneDaDa 1984 Mail Art Show Doc, Postmarked Minneapolis MN 07 Sep '16
  18. DIRTY VISPO II (Henri Michaux, Christian Dotremont, derek beaulieu, Scott MacLeod, Joel Lipman on d.a.levy, Lori Emerson on the history of the term "dirty concrete poetry", Albert Ayler, Jungian mandalas)
  19. Notes Taken In and Around the Online Archivio Maurizio Spatola, September 2016 (on Guiseppi Chiari, Bernard Heidsiek, Michael Gibbs, Vincenzo Accame, Adriano Spatola)
  20. Reading Is An Intentional Look: Assertions & Insertions (Nico Vassilakis on reading visual poetry, Jed Birmingham on William Burroughs in mimeo revolution presses, Kansas natives in San Francisco, Ginsberg responds to the Kennedy assassination, Floating Bear #24, Burroughs on hieroglyphics in The Third Mind)
  21. UNDER THE MARGINAL GROUND (John Fowler's Berio/Dubuffet, Juxta, Fowler on The New Synthesis in Grist On-line, Jim McCrary Resisting Poetry, McCrary in Juxta/Electronic 21, Fowler on McCrary, McCrary as anti-poet, McCrary on Burroughs in Kansas)
  22. Nico Vassilakis & Jim Leftwich, LETTERS: a conversation (fabricated by jim leftwich)
  23. We undress the wheel: reading Fick Thus, by Nico Vassilakis, with detours to Vassilakis in Juxta 1 and Juxta/Electronic 21
  24. Jurgen O. Olbrich, postcard (2006)
  25. Philip Whalen, Collected Poems, p. 428
  26. ...found at the moment in Magdalo Mussio
  27. That which seems most useless might be of the utmost use (Franz Mon)
  28. A Measure of Off Language: Martino Oberto, letter [da "tool", n.1]/om (1965)
  29. Pie Glue (Burroughs’ Talking Asshole, Experiments and Expectations)
  30. I will begin with notes taken while reading John Cage: An Anthology, edited by Richard Kostelanetz, at the DMV in Roanoke, on Monday October 3, 2016, and then I will muddle the waters to make the surface more textured and reflective, which is what Nietzsche was clearly advocating when he ridiculed the poets for muddying the water to make it seem deep (he was prophesying the restless experimental/research poetics of the twentieth and twenty-first centuries)
  31. Pure Psychic Chance Radio (Breton Spicer Helene Smith Cage Burroughs)
  32. Writing-Against-Itself