Sew yr wild litotes Lina!

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Reading Calvin an Calvino on the mail boat  from west Orleans in new Ireland we headwind aloft

We picked up the draft off Reykjavik the paper fine  and the winder wine sweeter than Shinexx herself

Her book a quality quayside invention

Her spine bent with the wind as it best does 

        Nightly 

Hold yr littoral lots yr tote bag reader ready 

    Yr break steady the steeple bell rings ring

Her love page 

 This muse of above and below the obvious  melody our Gallic sweep the Celtic rain and sun

 Run the hum o ff ice Ice glacier O mariner fro the foothill foolhardy

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--- not sure ____________

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 not sure anyone's reading anylonger reading longer as the alphabet soup
   and the cereal of the leaf and the cerrunder of river woof boom

it's that right?


 reading is a  writing
  you recompose what you read for yourself if it's going to be your own.

that's reading writing the play the stage the st'age of manduff


---------------------------------------- each sense a word is deterritorialized in a huff of poke _____

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what is this ....

 

 

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"What is this crap according to which there are professional philosophers, professional artists? Does not philosophy belong to everyone ? 

Does not art belong to everyone? 

 

What does living means then, simply living, when one is a man and one is a prey to 

 

 

language, if one is not one's own philosopher, one's own artist?" 

 

"I call for everybody, and 

 

 

 

 

for the worse yobbo, the whole right to speak about the world, to speak about the races 

 

 

 

and continents, 

 

to make art and philosophy and

 

 to produce the cultural speech as well." 

 

 

 

 

Roger Gentis.

 

 

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  Poetry Made by Everyone or No one 

 

Lautreamont

 

 

 

------------------------------------------------------------- A poem machine for everyone and  no one

the world is a vast quotation machine

clipping reclipping unclipping what is your brain but a clipping machine?

 

 

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__ there's a

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 there's a genius in tumblr,

   as per its scrolling page   ,

   which i've not yet  figured out how to apply to the blog,   s zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz,


    and blog is only really still a crude form  on the slow side of making speed happen,


                   but blogs are  a form of space travelling   
                               
                                                                        tipping on the curling edge of the speed of time,


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                the box and the scroll .

 more to think about  .

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   boxes and and squares and scrolls  

  

talking without periods,

__note the way this space forces an ending____________________

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------ ,,,,, as for bks., so called and other ravenous items from the gut.. e r a

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    the only books i am interested in are movies,
  
      besides that i am not  awriter  but a  photographer,

       
    now the sentence tells you what to do,

s o   how could anyone,  in their right mind,
    read a book?,
   
          books, which are becoming ,  light airy things are fine,

    books such as blogs,

  but as for the remainder what's that but fluff on a sound?


.


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|the less ...

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  the less the better  .. less bks. less people printers, publishers, lyres, thieves, crooks, hopes of disasters and bastards of sudden turn,

wasters of paper,

users of origins,

the less oedipus
   the better,

    the less of less

 the less same

the less sentence and period of period piece and quoting and quitting of old books and fantasies of originality by paranoid geeks wondering the high

assed time, boring

the same old

drill again

and books,
with pages,
pens,

paper,

and useless

stapes,

perfect bound,

the less the better for this old world's weary with its paper pulp industry

from mister shakeascene to you,

and yr yodels,
odes

bodes
and tawdry old codes

and roads,
walt whitman
and crew,
and

,

especially

you too,

with it all and tried and true and few,

 f ,   you,


,








no more pages turning left to right right to left with aplphabet bores
and roars

and dingle gores and boars tusking the eloping agent of the dead poetry

and that's you too,



 and my chaos crew,

and rats in the basement

                                        bureaucratic intensity it seems  like only yesterday

and you wanna know where you page

begins

ends

with the infinite

scroll

of 

time

,

comma

,

its

beauty

breast

is

you,

,

comma

and the love

due

,

comma

.

 

Reading politics,

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  reading politics is to read a delirium _with the back pun in French right smack there between the eyes. A Lire a reading of a delire a folly a insanity, a  reading of greed, fear, reverals, denials within forgotten facts, that have been forgotten and recategorized and the destruction

How to read in the midst of ...

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  just close the door, shut off the lights,
  turn off your various machines and  devices

  and     away you go

__________________  reading as you write

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Open|Close

It's fun to 'open and close' blogs as one does literally

upon opening the pages of a book, and


likewise closing them!


Ah Analogy! thy name is philosophy?

but if

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 but if writing is reading then blogs  are just one semiotic one place where writing happens     ~

                happens  ____________________________ happenstance   happiness    _________



the same applies to reading   __ we read many things  and on and through many optics, we read thru glasses and glazes

and pots and poetry and pottery

and is not pottery a form of
poetry?


_____________ more soon   ______________on this delicate     matter_______________

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blogging is the new reading

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    The other blogs that I maintain are on hiatus .

         and will return   as blogging is the new reading       .


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