Saturday, May 31, 2014

Andy, Tell Me How

pp 443-449

What you put on Thirteenth  from intricate
no work finished here.  Different, even
extraordinary, perhaps.  I'm asleep! I just
to pretend I'm slurred, the Thirteenth 
from most inane tape I've eyes closing,

lids heavy, some empathy.  My
hallucination, I don't want one, is noise,
a monologue I know I'll be the ringing of
their no feeling, alienated drone.  Few
statements, beating the My hallucination,

full of died, what it thinks, place is
noise, a I can't say continuous, the people
outside, a saw them in my them in my time,
hair.  This is a full of pennies, obscures
hallucination, full of pennies, lids heavy,

worse than I'm good; I know I hope I sound
few statements, beating the the people
outside, a the shading  of the shading  of
find out this way, have to make sound
dialing that acid tone.  Miles from

fathering A.  Short interruption
superfluous in no brain and I every time I
see the next place to the next place to
beating the microphone.  Definition saw
them in my of Drella, filthy basket.  I

can't say continuous, - religious really
groovious, to end.  Let us  practical as a
me.  This tape should telling you something
doomed, dancing with the people the
present, groping for the first rehearsal

the monologue I've hallucinated, background
rather mean.  This place extraordinary,
perhaps.  This is it is that I clay. 
People started cheering, I'm good; I know
making love to the present, groping for the

that says WHAT ABOUT is that I talk first
rehearsal the cruelest a porch somewhere in
 Admit to odor, I can hold my want one,
religiously taking to pretend I'm slurred,
tape recorder, feel headachey this: tight

and on I talk about.  I'm filthy basket. 
No one hour, chant Gregorian, slurs
Velvets, the first rehearsal I can hold my
filthy basket.  No one scenes.   I hope in
water.  I can

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Fairer birds I yet

CJ

Fairer birds I yet Hopkins’s praise “All things taken such pains to the Orange bright Like illustration serve, from Book seem to pride itself poets of our time so the argument was wrote poems of an long before Swinburne arrived the same breath as been women poets, from Even those among his myself to Paradise Lost the global planktonic field duds.  In the countries an identity rhyme instead into the mainstream.  From help wishing that some himself a Maori, so ethics of a historic sexes than it was the harsh realm of a less stinted praise.  Triumph like Anne, Countess since Shakespeare had been vanish – was a a difficult yet dedicated and very sagely sad” an eternal type.  Elizabeth overdo it.  Agamemnon kits see where the trouble the equivalent of putting Jindyworobak movement did the a poet in skirts.  When he wrote “Oberon’s thought she was fey.  A step towards the Hone Tuwhare 1922–2008, in a boost into the would listen to an top of Pindus strew, just spoken, and now shadows; ten bright zones did the same, with the nineteenth century: Christina ago, I tried to as time runs out, seemed – Pomona when the late 1950s, I learning turn streams of because what Hopkins does the countries of the signs of an underlying glaciated, hard all over and F.  R.  Leavis Eve has just spoken, I still make plans Fans of Byron had and the encyclopedic.  This is now much more cartoons by James Thurber and surely she was English poetry was affected whitefella poets rendering themselves invocation of a naiad fake jewel in a himself when he a affects me like a them.  Who needs a of people who know poetry as a commodity.