i would like to create a forum for sentences that are mangled.
i would like your assistance in creating this forum.
this forum should be a friendly space where all misaligned and unintentionally wonderful sentences can gather and shake hands and get on with their bad selves. like dancing at the no pants party. er, wait.
but for serious. blotchy sentences, too. bring em.
or don't.
i want to build a crow.
i want to forcefield.
but bring the song you thought you knew and its wrong lyrics.
or what you heard the cats say from the other room.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Thank you, Steve. Thank you.
sitting in your office as you leafed through
sheets and sheets of paper--
the window open and your slow eyes
poring over the words on the page. You held
cigarettes and student writing with a slight tremble
as you worked through them both with the same measured
moves--something dangerous and light
to pull inside and let spill from your mouth
at all the right sounding turns.
sheets and sheets of paper--
the window open and your slow eyes
poring over the words on the page. You held
cigarettes and student writing with a slight tremble
as you worked through them both with the same measured
moves--something dangerous and light
to pull inside and let spill from your mouth
at all the right sounding turns.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Here to change the keys
a line of punches for the student face
which is all face
and about
a series of underlapping phrases
the kind a court can tangle (can't angle)
the kind a ness don't want
(loch ness don't work)
a serious disregard for jangle
the pits and letters part
stiff the morning stars
a hour named less for liking
the stick in belt for thin
the noise of rocks on glass
(a drinking thing gone when)
(the noose of rooks is class)
a castle crowned in pith
a line of punches for the baghead
my face in all the days
the last core a door creates
get it punchline--in the mouthright?
which is all face
and about
a series of underlapping phrases
the kind a court can tangle (can't angle)
the kind a ness don't want
(loch ness don't work)
a serious disregard for jangle
the pits and letters part
stiff the morning stars
a hour named less for liking
the stick in belt for thin
the noise of rocks on glass
(a drinking thing gone when)
(the noose of rooks is class)
a castle crowned in pith
a line of punches for the baghead
my face in all the days
the last core a door creates
get it punchline--in the mouthright?
Friday, November 5, 2010
The settle November
tom waits sings gravel about this month and i want to eat everything, including the 26 grams of fat contained in a newly minted mcriblet. but refrain.
steven karl's chapbook is up at InDigest (which if you search for improperly, you get this) as one of their favorites from 2010 and i'm very happy to see this! seriously, and i've said this on the book of faces, if you've not seen him read and can, do. he's stellar both on and off the page. not to discount any of the other people we've published at fgp, by any stretch of the imagination, but he's bringing it when he reads.
i've got to get back to posting photos, which means i've got to start taking them again, which means i'm not paying attention to things as much as i used to with my eyes.
on another note: some words.
here's to making lists and scratching things off their faces.
steven karl's chapbook is up at InDigest (which if you search for improperly, you get this) as one of their favorites from 2010 and i'm very happy to see this! seriously, and i've said this on the book of faces, if you've not seen him read and can, do. he's stellar both on and off the page. not to discount any of the other people we've published at fgp, by any stretch of the imagination, but he's bringing it when he reads.
i've got to get back to posting photos, which means i've got to start taking them again, which means i'm not paying attention to things as much as i used to with my eyes.
on another note: some words.
here's to making lists and scratching things off their faces.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
not the words from 8AM for sure
i'm doing
nothing so
everything
will happen
keep your kitchen squares to yourself
and your blocks of thinking thick as cotton
and your wet soks for the rain soaked carpet
divvy up
saint node
salt plane
grater of small herbs
the pillow support is another kind of not getting it
and i am the receiver, dial and all numbers rounded
to the proper tenth.
hear me crack
single serve cup
nodding to wake
my love again
nothing so
everything
will happen
keep your kitchen squares to yourself
and your blocks of thinking thick as cotton
and your wet soks for the rain soaked carpet
divvy up
saint node
salt plane
grater of small herbs
the pillow support is another kind of not getting it
and i am the receiver, dial and all numbers rounded
to the proper tenth.
hear me crack
single serve cup
nodding to wake
my love again
Sunday, October 17, 2010
The Guillotine's Open and Waiting
Hello everyone:
If you have a chapbook length manuscript looking for a home, please consider sending it to Flying Guillotine Press. Unfortunately we're charging a reading fee this year. Fortunately it's $5, and you get a book if you want one.
Don't click the burglar. Don't pass into jail. Just send along the arresting words you pull and pile together.Monday, October 11, 2010
wey wey wet in the beds
Today was formed by a car ride and then the news at 5 pm on a television station about a movie filming in the capital. The phrasing was "a slow-motion nightmare" and it was a full speed crash. No serious injuries. One mangled yellow Camaro and a cop truck. What is there not to mean about that?
The leaves in Lake Ariel are very colorful now. Over the summer I helped to free a crane from some brambles on the Potomac. Our cats have grown into monsters, but of a very cuddly and loveable variety.
Tomorrow is the 12th day of this 10th month and there were repeating numbers just one day ago. Now an alarm clock becomes the next type of face to hate. Does anyone have any questions?
Oh, in news: Go here: flyingguillotinepress.blogspot.com. We've got two new books out and are looking for two more to make in the coming months.
Here's to your health!
The leaves in Lake Ariel are very colorful now. Over the summer I helped to free a crane from some brambles on the Potomac. Our cats have grown into monsters, but of a very cuddly and loveable variety.
Tomorrow is the 12th day of this 10th month and there were repeating numbers just one day ago. Now an alarm clock becomes the next type of face to hate. Does anyone have any questions?
Oh, in news: Go here: flyingguillotinepress.blogspot.com. We've got two new books out and are looking for two more to make in the coming months.
Here's to your health!
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