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Barefoot

20 Wednesday Feb 2013

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aging, Angela, dukkha, flarf, poetry, prose poem, running barefoot, Yellow House Cafe

–for Angela

There is suffering, frightening, when you run barefoot through muddy accidental condition of wandering.  Walking barefoot, a simple universal experience, she ditched her sneakers.  Before you can even begin to run, walk barefoot everywhere.  This will aid dangerous sports, running away from them.  Imagine running through everything with an orange robe, head shaven, and go about barefoot chasing around in the house, barefoot, like a wet frog in T-shirt and shorts, running away from Nebraska.  The particulars wanted desperately to run from a wondrous thing: to age.  When you run at your own pace, the restricted flow of energy is your guide to free grasping for truth walking barefoot. 

Some believe they must go barefoot, whereas others run because change is the nature of life.

Random triumphs

19 Tuesday Feb 2013

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Duchamp, flarf, poetry

Random triumphs after a powerful heuristic theory explain regression toward complexity of clinical fallacies confusing different findings of simple failures; danger biases interfere with medical error to his discredit, even among nonchalant federal, state, or local failure to comply with heuristic investigation because of personal complex frustration to obtain a nice day, seeing failure inherent biases learning to drive a stick shift to the bank, nonchalant about the generation and conversion of light or three models providing the near-optimal maintenance delivering the evident Duchampian ideals of negative emotions as the probability of assumptions are interpreted as allowing mood-congruent instruments to meet decision making process in purely discursive hegemonic random conception, exhibiting within self-endangerment and nonchalant communication engines, explaining the intractability of despair and effective development elucidation, after a lot of shouting ephemeral embarrassment, a mode of knowing after he has achieved the unprofitable sincere discovery of vulnerability.

Images

15 Friday Feb 2013

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death, fear, flarf, poetry, prose poem, social media

It is worth noting that future events worsening is unacceptable. I’ve almost forgotten I would have been terrified by his advantage, but Tuesday last weekend was wondering what diverse elements are sorry for your loss. I did not have to face that issue.  We were not close in the last years of his life, and I had been toying with the idea to instantly connect to what’s most important: friends, breaking news, a great weekend, a lack of understanding.  The nightmarish images cover every phase of life, how I had to obtain a restraining order against meandering musings and the mind.  We have been able to feel rejected, and a social utility that connects people can make us panic in such a way that we can age out of nothing but heat and darkness.  A stunning woman in imminent danger inspires in you feelings of pity and a wondrous sense of nightmare; I wasn’t in the mood to soften my position on highly improbable marathons that don’t exist anywhere except in the mind.

Wild goose chase

06 Wednesday Feb 2013

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family, flarf, poetry

Did you mean, dear daughters,

it’s the best that I can do?

I leave it to you to play

wild goose chase.

 

We’re all alone

trying to make a detailed profile;

after 40 years I question

faithfully opening

the protective wild goose chase,

dear epiphany fought in

the war on terror,

advertising photographs published.

 

You face the antisocial suicidal legacies

of our protection against natural disasters,

certain frequencies and harmonic overtones

which rose to the heavens without ozone protection

looking like a mad dog chasing its tail.

 

Move

01 Friday Feb 2013

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aleatoric, flarf, move, poetry, revolution, Wal-Mart

facing the wrong way,
pleased to announce
a revolution, revocation
pursuant to detailed information
in a different position,
the same resistance
cannot find exile
in the parking lot of Wal-Mart,
drifting, beached, moored, resting at anchor.

I still will move
in periods of restricted visibility,
the repetitive, meditative,
motorized criteria
expire in their rapture,
a peace loving sort.

Waves

31 Thursday Jan 2013

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atomic bomb, Enola Gay, flarf, poetry, prose poem, waves, World War II

Dynamite curious people possessed of an innate capacity to go with the organizational chaos and complexity escape in thumping samba rhythms. We now achieved the extraordinary, not liable for any losses, injuries or damages which may result from the massive waves. A French grandmother was seen assisting making waves in the underground. We’re confused why the whole show was a hazard that could easily result in death or serious injury, family commitments or even the dreaded gas mask fused to his face.

Electromagnetic radiation, radio waves force you to make certain that we don’t start screaming or furiously waving hands, even if they are more than 10 feet away depending on radio wave conditions. A distance of 3.5 feet may not be sufficient to eliminate the damage. Many Japanese cities suffered terrible damage; the Enola Gay traveled 11.5 mi (18.5 km) before it felt the shock waves. If considerable damage has been incurred and the situation is urgent, use of a reference signal enables incidents that could range from accidental special sound waves that cause atoms to vibrate to an incompetent attempt that doesn’t do any damage.

Zeitgeist

30 Wednesday Jan 2013

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"philosophy is dead", flarf, philosophy, poetry, prose poem, Stephen Hawking

– for Angela

The Zeitgeist is dead, since it hasn’t kept up with Wikipedia. What happened before the Big Bang? A new crop of philosophers are trying to provide the defiant, optimistic Russian poetry. Mike Tyson raised a research program to find a hidden meaning behind any poem. Find the answer to this question on the occasion of the death of philosophy, nothing more than poetry and sophistry. Translate meteorology, biology, or poetry- those things are too complex for that approach.

Philosophy is dead. I always felt that way about poets. Only science is able to start with the statement that free will is illusion, contradicting poets and novelists.

Why is Hawking himself doing so much inspiration that a composer, or an artist, or a poet received during the creation of music, art, literature? Alarming to philosophy , the earth is dead. Most of the talk is actually Oppenheimer proposing that physics and poetry were leaving inquiries into priests and poets. He doesn’t understand the grand design. Hawking burned the manuscripts of dead poets; the arts and music are all rotting away in comfortable inconsequence.

Non-material entities such as friendship, love, beauty, poetry, truth, faith and philosophy refuse to accept a death sentence.

26 Saturday Jan 2013

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boxing, double bass, flarf, Hector Berlioz, Lee County Community Orchestra, Les Troyens, music, poetry, prose poem, Susan Scheid, Symphonie Fantastique

– for Susan

Hector Berlioz, who gets one ear bitten off in an absolutely meaningless regular heavyweight title challenge, turns into a farce. Let’s hope the fight is a bit more up tempo. Berlioz, former world middleweight champion, totally dominates because he made his first cantata (1846) ‘scientific,’ instead of brute force. He beat former Canadian champion Gordon Wallace who was ranked 8th. The Boston Orchestra wins its only boxing gold on a production of Les Troyens by Berlioz.

I remember listening on the radio to his 1972 world light heavyweight championship match in England, his “Symphonie Fantastique,” a hellacious battle through the piano scores of Donizetti, Mozart, Bizet and Berlioz, that naturalized the prize-ring among the intelligentsia. It’s a world title fight and you don’t get much bigger than this, unless patriotic conscience led them to help their country to fight the Nazi invaders. Berlioz was the first to use the instrument, a rare chance to hear Berlioz’s exquisite heavyweight title defeat on points.

 

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Dix

26 Saturday Jan 2013

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Dorothea Dix, Dorothea Dix Hospital, flarf, poetry, prose poem, Raleigh, Tanushree Srivastava

– for Tanushree

 

On behalf of the indigent insane who, through a vigorous program of lobbying state efforts in education and among prisoners and the mentally ill, prepared by her unique and international asylum, poor and shiftless, compelled to go to state psychiatric hospitals (founding or expansion of more than 30), identify with society’s outcasts. Determined to act, she had found her cause. She officially closed its doors after more than 150 years of service, while plans for Raleigh’s own Central Park conjure visions of wide-open green spaces as a champion for the mentally ill and the imprisoned humanitarian, reformer, educator and crusader. She is perhaps best known for her Dorothea Dix Hospital located on Dix Hill in Raleigh, North Carolina. Dix’s advocacy was particularly confined in the poorhouses, jails, and asylums of an intense debate over improvements in the Dorothea Dix property and the consolidation of DHHS. Dorothea Dix was appalled to see mentally ill women confined alongside hardened criminals documenting the American South almost single-handedly. She had a rough and unhappy childhood, but had humane treatment of the insane. Raleigh’s mayor wants to turn the Dorothea Dix Hospital Campus into an urban park designed for women who are 24 years or older, providing adult women with the opportunity to benefit from the unique American prison system.

 

De liberté

26 Saturday Jan 2013

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flarf, francais, liberte egalite fraternite, poetry

 

Héritage du Siècle des Lumières,

invoquée pour la première fois lors

et principal pivot de la rhétorique républicaine,

jeunes rappeurs bourrés de talents

le triptyque découvrez le meilleur des citations

les notions qui paraît incongru à Philippe.

 

Expression libre sur tous nos problèmes

de société, qu’ils soient politiques, sociétaux, culturels,

dans éléments de réponses aux outrances politiciennes.

Si elle puise ses origines au cours

où sont également mentionnés l’hymne et puis après.

Cette expression reprend les idées

de très nombreuses phrases,

et moteur de recherche de traductions

vous pouvez consulter le calendrier

 

Il n’y a pas de liberté si chacun prétend

pouvoir exercer sa propre liberté

à la dimension coloniale de la République française.

 

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