Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Nico Vassilakis, excerpts from LINGUA INFORMATIN


excerpts from LINGUA INFORMATIN
Nico Vassilakis
Lingua #1



Lingua #3



Lingua #6



Lingua #9



Lingua #12


Monday, December 11, 2017

David Alpaugh, ENOUGH…ENUFF…


William of Ockham




ENOUGH…

IS Enough! As Myriads strut from their
files to be more, nice to hear 1 word say
F You! to Connotation. Moonbeam went
238,000 miles too far with less is more.
As for me, I’d sacrifice my potbelly for

Enough. I hope superlatives take heed &
simmer down (& pregnant Paroxytones,
like Comprehensive & EntrepreNEWer).
Trillionaires fear Ockham’s razor might
slash 3 or more zeroes off their FLUFF!

ENUFF…



—David Alpaugh


Saturday, December 9, 2017

Charlie Onions, Six Poems


Babylon Kissed Out, image by Irene Koronas



12/10/17

Warts, false starts and synth lines
The fringe suits,
Like the DG he wants, needs, adores, pines,
For John Hughes,
Tight bedroom-devouz sourced from Itunes
Reviews, Gucci goody bags,
Good shoes, nice pens,
12 hens drawn up in a Chambord carriage,
No replay, Joe’s Garage quietens me
Back until I daren’t dream ‘bout marriage,
Or at lost boys in silk, watch that video
About milk in films,
More like films in milk ayy bab?
Lay back and learn their culture in the back of a taxi cab,
Second channel, man Sandy’s shining mad,
Roasted, Dubai stone,
Become by Mum and Dad, fuck life in tads, it’s half and drab.


N/A

Tube screwed, my Crest tastes like Slush Puppy,
Beat creature, hold fast shaft,
Think of eggs beaten, Bugs Runny,
Affect, take hugs then take money,
Heavy Canada, plush as my pillow,
Weighs a tonne, a,
Purge a half-decent Monday,
Fast harsh hard, lain on greased trays,
Ponder BO’s oldest daughter’s name,
Bet it’s wavy since she know who Joey B be,
Such a rogue, splattered
American home, ruptured pagination,
Hooped ring Dad I bought American
Vogue and the piano’s kicked so
I’ll have to leave in a mo,
At a dash,
In time hearts will bow.


N/A #2

Spelling things with eaux,
Time I’d like for that,
Figure out with crabs and a strat
What makes AOR such a blond-shade sex,
Does time jack off late ones out of
Favour for poor chore dodgers that really should
Know better but they do
Rue the day their dos got cancelled
And their dos got messed,
Play at me mook Saint Laurent,
Jab your feet on the ledge in case your fans attempt hanging on,
Dangling down, surging up right,
Calm it down with your fake dirty sprite,
The ones you leave behind will blind you right,
But do sit when your dead deaf and alone,
Cursing mountains, instead of Beetlejuice,
Sipping Axl, mimed Patron.


31/10/17 (Wake Up 31st)

More dreams,
More lava,
More life wedged amidst old friends,
Fucks, Riley dogs, daydreams amok,
Rife,
With the remix at the edge of I,
Me, hips, you, end of the world,
Babylon kissed out,
Tripped a Charlie Brown by you,
So greet ’18 like ’12,
Rev up your twitch, christen your
Damian bastard, save yourself,
Wish back to sticky dial up
LOTR fiction picking up on Steven’s
Diction but stuff up with bik,
Because before you know it,
Xmas gets fucked by Richards, Kevins,
Tensions and dicks.


N/A #3

Tucked in in 5% evenings
Power in pussy being said
Fruit name and synth creeps past the
Chicken strung out and past the wings
Fuck did this rhyme with the last
Nevermind if not ‘cause the old tears
Are here
Sade smoothing over the potholes and past
Decadence in having a dry patch
No old-fashioned love like beauty spots
Or pubes in thatch
So why don’t you live for the
Same things that come formed?
Where’s this page gonna land
When degree’s daunts get chucked
Straight to the quicksand?
Back off too far then live through a backhand.


NA # 4

Commes Des Garçons Play
About around beneath vagina
Grasp that fuck fast don’t delay
Hum ‘round the mound bush crush
With eyeliner
Whisky works on teeth but doesn’t inform
Me my oh me on KMT
That’s a googleable offence
A fizzed up rather
The best rapper
Applaud me dense
‘Cause I fux with the vision
Lord wherever thou aren’t
Allow me and allow it to get
Dead set on a mission
For I love this shit
Dave Navarro’s in my Dads
And steady in my pit.



—Charlie Onions

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Rose Knapp, Four Poems


The Tristesse of Madame Tard, 
image by Daniel Y. Harris 




Weiss Coltrane

River Iran Eins
Zwei steps drei 

Fier to the fleur
Fury Breakbeat 

Skits slits scats 
Roses may melt 

With zero Zeno
Emotion motion 

Becomes invented 
Futurist lights flights

Far beyond post 
Modern iron curtain


Plotinus on Fire in Tiananmen Square 

Hebraic Aramaic aromatic
Concrète Words gardens
De Stijls Spirals Bauhaus 

Clarity cleanses crosses 
White with of sectarian 
Sects with consistency 

Bulldozes Bare Stearns
Historical archives say
Way Fay books may

Or may not burn as
Subconscious Memes
Memories Tories Eve

Architectonic Forms
Fall Faux Fallacious 
Light match Māori

Blok Smoke Tosses 
A Molotov within 
From two thousand 

Digital miles away 
Witches still incite
Terrorizes America

Proofs without validity 
Soundness need not 
Singularity Apotheosis 


Andro In Medas’ Wastes

Rain drips onto Angeles 
Los wings fleur through 
Truth Mars freezes lithe


Orange Lantern Danse Macabre

Chinatown does not dance crowds 
Krauts encircling eyes dart
In-between Masses of laughter part

Respectable leather part crimsoned
Silk roads leading beyond
Oedipal-GenghisGanges-Plurabelle



—Rose Knapp

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Rupert M. Loydell, PERFORATED INTELLECTUAL BACKGROUND


Dr. Duo Denalulcer, Perforated Intellectual,
image by Daniel Y. Harris  




PERFORATED INTELLECTUAL BACKGROUND
for Harvey Hix

Defendants encoded performances of musical compositions on perforated rolls of paper that caused a quite rare, but life threatening, lecture on the history of anthropological thought. This did not apply to broadcasters, jukebox operators, or background music services.

He had a broad intellectual background and a deep interest in journalism; he spoke of metallic letterpress blocks on black surface, non-invasive positive-pressure ventilation, and the design and conception of study.

Keeping control of your assets brings a smile to the recipient as they tear open their duodenal ulcer. A common surgical emergency, but literature is is a useful tool, especially for patients with no intellectual disability.

Tell me a bit about your background. I am a vertical holder for paper toweling or other material, related to a water quality control device, and was modified after an assassination attempt in 1952 which stifled my intellectual meanderings.

A small increase in background noise provides a nonwoven web fabricated from joy and mechanical squares on the manuscript. It can be used as filler for a muffler cavity or introduced within amendments to the writing process.

A hearing loss or deafness has no bearing on a person’s intellectual capacity or the future. We are seeking an individual with a strong background in Finite Element analysis to deliver a completion string collapse. Wooden puzzle brains need not apply.


—Rupert M. Loydell



Monday, December 4, 2017

Matt Johnstone, From o n e


Untitled, image by Meagen Crawford 



From o n e


        VI: one


        One shakes /
        multiples / at
       
        whom is closer,

        before each other / included

        seizure /           on manifold,
        single
        another
        vacuous
        quantity /         of /

                                these vague
        over / trajectory
        piling,
        a solution
        is chord,          where

                                one shakes / gone to quote
       
                   
                                isolations / to
                    valves /



        XIII: one                   
                   
        Eerie / the total
        that gets in
        strong
        or /
        the
        “immensities happening
        outside one” /
       
        they feral array an opening thing,
       

        one got many / twins
        got
        in half sleep

        drunk / polysemous / engulfed

        streak
        apart
        involvement
       
        one
        is of
        shallowing /

        divisions


XXI: one

Ceiling, the recoil
of ceilings / one

            things ones

moves

its flat angle, what
one is
ahead of
is description

more one like breathing voids

the “sense of one / remaining” unbroken

is its

testimony / thinned /


blurs more a concentration of
oppositions a thing
is too large when it goes /
forming oppositions

field
splits    deliberate
vibrating nearly dark





—Matt Johnstone

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Volodymyr Bilyk, Ar-Gu and Morose Delectation






Ar-Gu

An-An-An-D-D-D
Ba-Dr
D-D-Bo
Na-Drm
Ur-Ur

Twist Up
To Speak
To Walk, To Run
To Duck, To Dive
...eeeeee!

Pow Wow Now
Ha Ha
Kick
Six and Six Nine-Thirty
So-so flies had an uh-hmm
Just whisper
Oh- Blister splat
echo
Oh No
Open E C F
Um, yellow... crack a smile
Stopped

0-907188-24-9. 
001 0898201179 1 1. 1. 
1 1-900924-64-1. 
1-900924-64-1.

U” “U U” “U” “U” ”. U
U’,
a A a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a 
U U U U U U U U U U U U U. U.

82588”  
Action tse-tse
tse-tse
Yum Yuck
4,5,6
Clank - plop
Bo-Go-Bom bom poo

(Why?)
Smoke
Pop Kiss
Finger Ear? Hair? Tar?
...– :53
--- – 2:30
Flip flop
In O"
OOiOO
1-2-3-4”  
Ah-Ah. Ah... 






Morose Delectation for Gary Barwin

Yes I’m Thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnking
O.K. ”  , ???????????
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT Fe Fi Fo Fum
Yip/Jump
Hop flop squawk
(yes, with an exclamation mark) 

DA-DA-DA-DA-DAHHH”  

Kind Hearted
32-20
Walkin’ 
Stop Breaking Down

BOO!
Ba- Bo Ba-A
13:24
Ba- Bo Ba-A
-La-La
CHUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGG...

5+5+5+3+4+5+4+3+3+4+4/4 
44/4 (coma) 
5+5+5+3+4+4+4+4+4+4 
42/4 (coma) ...moo-moo Bee

Woo-ease-ah-meh-bop
, uh.
om-drop-AT-AT-
re-bop-om da boo
it om... ‘o’.

24/24
Uh-oh.
Oh no,
Tilt
Dip
Blah

(DB. DBB. SSSSNSSS...)


Volodymyr Bilyk

Saturday, December 2, 2017

Michael Mc Aloran, 3 sketches from ’vapour tones’ (section II)…


Untitled, image by Michael Mc Aloran



3 sketches from ’vapour tones’ (section II)…


… = carving out the blind dredge of impetus = charred flesh & the bones still-birthed = diseased longing for the flight of once not taken = staccato breath in the rip of the tidal foreign as bespoken of of the silenteeism that braces upon = where breath is air a syllogism breaking forth from nothing of what matter to chase the secret the breaking of the which = as burning of throughout where a subtle scarab scarring the bereft pulse bulb where sickness only of ill-speech doth dwell abounding through the nucleus of shadowing cold chase = flames it says = sudden to expire through the gift-lack bile coming to the fore in blackened alleyways where the populace of the dogs of rot close their jaws around the carnival air = no hope = the absence of in the weight of bleeding solace colours acidic of speech devouring upon its own weight cold shadow = nothing is or of = the skyline is cracked across by the echoes of distaste of disasters in a melding of flesh only once from broken charades till once again following the shadow of oneself into room after roomscape of design debris of broken child’s toys and citrus taint in air breaking closure of fist shattered windows = until = sleeps graceless upon a discarded cunt-stained mattress the springs protruding = the bitter tremors come to fore of effortless shot white light and the eyes of blood = stone ache & the clarity of awakening in a kaleidoscope of (the) door slams shut = zero hours over and over again a picture postcard from nowhere left to be = zero hour & nothing more = yet eye perceives it does not perceive what matter if dusts upon subtle surface cold blight a discharge of breath a fixative a shot in the half-light of the sunlit = trace non-trace = to possess the violence that = possesses the violence that = in an interlude of speech rocking back & forth in the morning sun breaking from fear & fever wind it takes the skin from = dissolved tense spectral as of vapour tones exhale through the bloody nostrils as if to say that = rock-a-bye = snapshots colours fading into oxidate smoke furl of forgotten once what was throughout the hours of which cold stammer of all = strike a match = nothing of nor for the other than or of left behind in barbed wire exigency = nothing of the matter of nor of the drowned light’s carouse it-speak fades out into a whisper given to lack of the into in the lack of the in or of fallen out of throughout the nothing of in the birthing of the from the outset of given to unto having never till once more forgotten sudden as if to coloured by in lapse long absent forgotten the claimed by in the none non-speech listless desire where the breaking of it is the lack solace come to claim it never of what of in the devout cull of the dead lightless ever to return through nothing more than black stillness to dredge it reject all finally forgotten aching out where nothing of where there once were once haven till = …
---
… = an adagio of wings tracing their flesh through the viscous skies of unkempt desires = camera shift from black to nausea the skeletal slowly melts slowly away = carcass kisses of the dawn & the descent into haven horror of = till cannot = foreign as = trace of blood throughout where to burn is to know only of it = eye recalls it = viciously the torn shreds of nothing coating the naked body of the child that wilted gracelessly = here or then what of the sunlight’s emptiness = as the premise of disease was the laughter of innocence = cold tar & the skinned abrupt through the hyenic jaws where the bones warped in a sarcophagus of smiles revealed as if to having been the skinned fruit of dawn broke stillness recollecting nothing = it what wind what = barren the obscene silences that from the within come to collect the without = flesh to burn where nothing dredges the colours of bile the rotting shit in a latrine of discarded orchids = such was as it was = dreamt of = in recollect the flesh of present bitten through where seeking sought to find where electric excommunicated & condemned to silence = eye was long long peeling from the outset in realms of dissipating traces = vapour tones a mark of air & the meat of & the body broken = the razor sadness of some crescendo birthed = cut clear till drift it speaketh of the climb long dead where fathom splice collects the rubble & debris = vomiting scars till passage of some sickness tread of light’s lack & the burst lungs caverns of smoke emanating = it-dreams & a broken cherubim = extracting the teeth with a pliers a gut force-fed fragments of searing glass = extracts the fingers = blind nothing of the wisdom that once taught final as ever to avoidance = nothing as ever to remark upon = coal dust & the meat of air the between & the ever-foreseen = ever-blending into dark where obsolete comes to pass and silhouette claims nothing ever upon which the solar of it shines = rotting insects fill the cup of breath = warped limbs of the ghost flesh fulfill where null what deaf tones amber tones falling across the night = nothing but the air that is so breathlessly forgotten = till wastage = knocked bones from sixpence eyes the sealed fate & the waxen cadaverine eclipt = wave upon wave upon what of it it is said = what matter it retorts = roves the eye sealed shut = in = the body vocal broken = a crescendo of thunderous waste searing through where tense is blight & the open wounds some elixir given that the bleed ceases not = compels it is a lie it lies through the blackened echoes the bruised flesh of annihilation = the corpse-lit children s-m-i-l-e = it dredge of the spun light as if to say that it what matter of = as marks but one = terse = broken stone = collapses into thy dread where the purity of what will announces the given of = so sayeth without = having once of having ever said without ever = longing-lack = longing’s reclamation & the fading dawn…
---

...= zero echo attrition of devour = as if it once never yet once of the throughout verandas as if to trace a scar in skyline’s empty solace = broken dead yet once eye of colours claimed by silences permeating throughout where blood flows nowhere of into the devour unsaid = all locked to the bones of it a final flourish never of till opening out whereby what loss specious as devoid where open plains of null cut the blind stitch of not a = nothing ever-yet to of the other walls warping vapour tones & the breath of the bodily echoing in an excess of nullity that feeds the flames of nocturnal bled out from = it is of the stun remark the punctuation of loss final ash a collection of meat ever once through not of the lungs to ache where nothing embers of subtle distances = in a silhouette of blind of the membrane nothing of which to be dragging out the intent of to close the door to step out into where nothing abounds deathly shadow = the blood mocked by the night that will ever-stretch design echo-echo solace frozen from the commence of it as the skyline dissipates = till dense meat what of it in the glory of ever-distance the null of it the spasm ceremony the crescendo of blind spaces = hieroglyphic oxide the blind eye of devout through vapour tones the insight never dice rolled choking upon the ashen of which collapse subtle to fall unto = bleeding out as once was uttered in the nowhere of some distance to caress a slashed throat spilling its guts into whereof sweet sickly devour of it = kills without clemency as if to wish for ever-once cold spasm of desire & the reek of bones distances to lodge in the ashen vocal of it = nothing of the ever-till shearing laughter spilling into the void what once never of the till undone where once lay emptily a mirror shattered null & void = reeks of it till hearse will wind a breakage of silver artificial light & the mockery of tidal’s fluctuate given to drown expels into the dark what dark = subtle yet the eye the film peeled away passes from prism till prism elsewhere nothing said of it matters no not of a in the frenzy of it = closes the tomb of vocal sickened unto wretched the candle blown out sought yet ever offered the density of the rind as if to & the broken jaw the stain = not a trace of spurious metals & the pulse ever-bearing throughout it must it cannot vocalizing nullity for sustenance = till sing along = unsung in a pageantry of slaughter mocking the silent edge by tint of echo if in the design of what of which = yet nothing of it in the frozen nullity = bleak terse = abortive weight of spasm all colours undone = the hands crumple to dusts & the body rails in the defeat of plumage traceless veins through the vocal of it breathing non-breathe steps thrice into from which a-ever the door’s closure before the exit-signs of it =   lapsed into from out of which effortlessly eviscerated in the closure of the eye the image taint within a sickly reek of final viewed from traceless unbegotten = dragging the cadaver cloth across the foreign eye of it = …


—Michael Mc Aloran

Saturday, November 25, 2017

Adam Fieled, Swiss Army Knife


Lizzie Lifted Up My Wrist, image by Irene Koronas




Swiss Army Knife

Lizzie enlisted her Swiss Army knife,
started sawing away at my arm as I arranged
my rock collection in our dirty basement,
which she was visiting. Joanna dozed in
the corner. As she saw first blood, Lizzie
lifted up my wrist, which was being used,
& sucked away. It so happens this, my first
genuine affair, hit me at three, with a witch
& a vampire who I loved, but who lived
to rock the proverbial boat. I took her on
rock collecting expeditions in the woods
near the Old York Road Little League fields,
& she remained happy as long as her steel
did its business, which I liked then, still feel.  


—Adam Fieled

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

George Ttoouli, from does anyone know the plural of coda?


The Gate of Extinction, image by Daniel Y. Harris 



from does anyone know the plural of coda?

if so, keep it to yourself
                                        no one likes a smart arse
especially one producing more than 6 tons of carbon a year
YOU GAS MACHINE YOU SHITFLINGER YOU PLANETDESTROYER
with your business-as-usual face
your legalese fashion chic and your
in-the-closet diesel sexuality. believe:
there are no spaces left in the car park for you
uninfected by
your plane crash malaise—your stench
follows me into sleep.

your hard race to nowhere’s bottom
your burst of pointless energy
and po-faced seriousness

take the corsets off your languages’ apologies
unmuzzle yourselves
                                    but not like that.

no one said you were supposed
to do that.

                      the only thing worse:

you, when you leave the light on
in a room you’ve vacated like
            you were never really present in the first place

does anyone know the plural of coda?

shut up who asked you?
                                        with your petrol-eating grin
and your carboniferous hate-crimes

also for the record
                               you disgust me with your cravings
       for images
seriously, what’s it like living
so deep in stupid?
you disgust me so much
            you philosophical buttonbrain!

if you know what the plural of coda is
keep it to yourself
during this

<UNSUSTAINABLY-POWERED SERVICE INTERRUPTION>


</UNSUSTAINABLY-POWERED SERVICE INTERRUPTION>

does anyone know what the plural of coda is?

because i really don’t care, even if
you got here using public transport and you’re wearing
vegan shoes—that means nothing

the difference between a jackdaw
                                                      and a crow
is like the difference between renewable electricity
and
            [oh my god you’re so boring]

you think they’re vastly disconnected images
they’re not

            pebbles in the same stream are still
                        pebbles in a stream

                        and you’re all disgustingly greasy monsters
                        trying to wash in that same stream

            all you’ve done is
kill the fish

is this beginning to sound like a pluralist coda yet?

this poem used to be full of images
millions of them, some as yet never thought of, but
            because you’re            such.    a.         bastard.

i deleted all of them

you don’t deserve images

(call it an allegory, if it helps you sleep
but i hope it gives you nightmares, shitwad)

that’s the new definition of environmentalism:
detechnologise your life

does anyone actually know what the plural of coda is?

when you cross a meadow
                                            you shed apocalypses

have you ever thought about how many bugs you kill
                        spread out in a park
                                                            on a lawn
                                                                             in your bed?

when you drive to work you exhaust
dictionaries full of expletives

there is a coda to this one
                                                it was in my dream
                        the other night:

John Goodman, in a river,
on fire

the river looking like
it might explode
            any moment

Goodman, burning,
            in slow moving
                        liquid
                                    explosives,
                                                coming at you
                         for a hug.

if it doesn’t make sense
try pulling your thumb out
then putting your head in
            and listening

seriously, if you’re still thinking
about what the plural of coda is

you’re part of the problem

when the Malthusian population crash hits
you’ll be twiddling your thumbs
at the cashpoint / supermarket / local council
looking for typos in the sudoku you can’t solve

you won’t last six weeks

and for those of you still wondering
what the plural of coda is

here’s a poem with full rhymes
and an image:

extinction extinction extinction

EXTINCTION.

EXTINCTION.         EXTINCTION.

i lied
about the image
because you disgust me
so much

you’ve been rowing in tennis whites through foodbank cities
wallet stuffed full of credit card shivs and financial protection plan tabs
you’re carried among the rest of us in cradles made of bank notes and babies’ bones

capitalism’s stance toward reality trumps the orange halo of the watch towers
where the last dolphin is sniping down on your credit crunch German Christmas markets with an M82 Barret 50 cal made from freely donated whale cartilage

you disgust me
more than i disgust myself

still looking for a coda? Here:



—George Ttoouli