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a poem for today

2012-02-01T00:01:00.022-05:00

a poem for today, 1 February 2012

[a letter sorted sonnet of four sentences and its image]

Mirroring body language or speech patterns is often promoted as a technique for establishing rapport in pop-psychology advice.

And even more starkly, there’s a very clear trend in the data, where each step up in waiting time results in a higher risk of death.

Everything I need to know about someone I can glean from their asshole, some people think the eyes are the window of the soul, couldn't be more wrong.

Science, then, in this strict sense, assumes on the contrary that there is no co-naturality between subject and object.

for all dual theys

2012-01-31T00:01:00.006-05:00

for all dual theys

when us

comes up we:

stance and type

even if it denies the obvious, it affirms that speech constitutes truth; even if it is destined to deceive, it relies on faith in testimony

[audio]

are standing placefully wield flows on me us

have of both two outsides or third amongst

take at like leisure is and hosted work clocked

hunger skates but doesn't slice with less fuss

take me into a room it feels residential say sit

stretch out hours with ache with sparks with widths

make questions don't stop strike for mute so for sass

kick where we are huddled are watching live

easy outstrip bring down the house appear languid

ooze clearage for the face mop wear a lot of black

are ninety percent otherwise raise me have weapons

seem not to be moving are close getting closer

surrounded us told us the see saw flow was over

instruct the raising animate what dreams behind us

send signals to what we would repudiate less one

always seems it enough to hold sides like that also

put watchdogs in the sauce use keycards to get off

tarry at thresholds use gestures disproportionate

bring the skeletons to the table let us out once a day

watch us sleep assign us each a number as good as

lead us right into temptation give us our wishes

ask us are inside are the answering breath of void

are filled with tangents yet hold a reflection up breathe

make more sense from a distance are inside yet not

insist that we smoke make the calls cordon off areas

bulk up the hole or flatten the pole are waiting outside

neared the point of no return trusted in hands again

all got liquor drinks sat seemed that night seamlessly

rustled the fabric dimmed the chances of recalling this

instigated a return to comfort opened a cul-de-sac

landed us in the ditch seem to have many unspokens

argue around deaths mortality in any mask perpetuate

seem so together wait at lights made as if to be a layer

aggravate propose endless series to contain the impulse

have hands in other pockets accumulate surplus extort

have makings from either might insist contradiction

instantiate something that tommy gun might metaphor

make the turn around here somewhere don't look back

of the empty yet soon to fade eternity of them so they

remade as the object as a voice in the ear of worry

stand for it less while holding your door bag mess

guard you while you sleep refuse boxes are me us

don what makes yeses construct anew renew constructs

are the line standing in are the edges where the drop is not

embody desire released are your closest rivals

want what you wish you could take it give it get some

rattle the chains have grown sick of your pleasure

bite the hand that chant demands that cluster across lines

occupy the crossing inner instance outside your wealth

extemporize refashion turn your tools against you

wait to pass it like a stone like waste bite a rubber bullet

recognize one another even in your uniform of choice

must have found new enjoyments are jailed are killed

have been rumored to be in hiding walk among you

bleed without forms to fill like it when your words fail

linger with intent know of your repudiation wait for you to

stand from them in within them and stream so

recognize your recognition ask you is it enough

narrate your pull of the place and the no knowing then

are unsurprised are eviscerating leave you like the last

have you have forgotten and any can have all in within

know that places are only partially picked ask another

insist only on the open field's deceptiveness as topos

fight for that misnamed opening rally round refuse

know what is left of you en masse cultivate it for private savor

figure its ground estimate the blowback know the bars' irony

stand behind split position are game to switch

have found just more are back here again altered parts

appreciate that the smooth curve vies with the traversal

take on the surface lock and load wish to demand necessity

say the kinkiest thing would be to just be you all the time

ride strands of collapse while tending other frames than body

opened up the relations of rule to site-specific refashioning

took the fun out of bad made bad a mere style said stop now

said goodbye to you are "raging on in repetition" sighed cadences

didn't notice when by the very curve had undone the turn

will never have been given truth by history ask what else is new

at each point are the crack in the larger they that once denied

for all dual theys

a poem for today "getting to"

2012-01-30T16:41:00.001-05:00

getting to patience

getting to universal plug but its

gesture unreturned sort of bugged it then its

gesture unregarded swiped kuchen

made a run for it lama said to sort of get

made a bit like biting is bit

forgive us bunny I’m having an oozing fit

forgive us those gloves again (we puked)

raison setter a, I don’t know who is calling

raison settera perhaps but again unsure

so I beat a treat and reappeared later

so I hadn’t any tables to cart back

gotta go for the rides all leave and I’d

gotta go hadn’t another beat to wait

[another in the sequence with taking back and putting up]

moving on to still be done

2012-01-29T00:01:00.004-05:00

[a polyphon by double tracking, recorded near the end of my year in Mainz]

moving on to still be done

listen to it!

a poem for today "putting up"

2012-01-28T00:01:00.002-05:00

putting up

putting up laundry

landing in the darkness of a bud light

landing in trees night quiet engine

eye play over there by the telephone

I play bingo at the charity hall

folded into this night, this is the sheets talking

folded into fist and singing barks the dog dare wind-o-frame cracks

there have I done it capped it with ululations

there have reactions on one and the other hands

but don’t tell me about it ever lest I use lest

but don’t put me up to it neither

I say phooey (lasting implications are forgotten again)

I say phooey twiced

[this is one of the 6 that goes with taking back from yesterday and which dates back to Sept 2009]

a poem for today "taking back"

2012-01-27T00:01:00.002-05:00

taking back

taking back that branded and eggs tarry what had the band of

like I said before trash speching und ich dint get it in time now err buzzaleirt

like I said taking back before

but meant it not did I as mumbled at it did pancake me there

but meant instead instead something else immer rag dimmer lariart premoon

slake my mumble ich all ways anyways maybe teams that dissolve toward one to

slake my mochte for a heiz kis sie scrumptious on a divan

I’ll take anything the time is limited spread buttons on me

I’ll take any plenary speaker and amp set canned hand damp lit page of

mice-like slanderers cagey and slumped (I take it back) they were

mice-like slanders purrfect for the split (I take it back)

tarry there and derive profound motives for overdue books

tarry there and get off my front porch (I take it back)

['taking back' is the first of six poems in a small manuscript that I last tinkered with on 21 September 2009 in Mainz, another will run tomorrow and the rest at the end of February or thereabouts.]

"to they talk decoding" from Clips of Desire (with audio)

2012-01-26T00:01:00.002-05:00

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"more sweeping cheek" from Clips of Desire (with audio)

2012-01-25T00:01:00.005-05:00

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"voices biting the tongue" from Clips of Desire (with audio)

2012-01-24T00:01:00.004-05:00

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"fat pink up on the top of" from Clips of Desire (with audio)

2012-01-23T00:01:00.007-05:00

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"other a voice" from Clips of Desire (with audio)

2012-01-22T00:01:00.007-05:00

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a poem for today

2012-01-21T00:01:00.003-05:00

a poem for today, 21 January 2012

[a word-sorted sonnet of five sentences and its image]

But where things have their origin, there too their passing away occurs according to necessity for they are judged and make reparation to one another for their dislocation according to the ordinance of time.

When that ball reaches its highest point, throw the ball in your left hand in an arc to your right hand.

The anesthesiologist reported.

Mice and humans are so closely related after all.

Very few people are actually willing to make the kind of commitment that’s often required to be immersed within this kind of literature, especially since there are very few material rewards for such dedication.

a poem for today

2012-01-20T00:01:00.003-05:00

a poem for today, 20 January 2012

[a word-sorted sonnet of ten sentences and its image]

I welcome the dead into my soul.

It uses many of the genre tropes, little kid, estranged family, nobody who believes, creepy house in the woods.

The world is its own best model.

The problem with all of my dreams is that I don't speak the language.

Here's some swiss cheese and some bullets.

Don't fall in love with yourselves, with the nice time we are having here.

It's a fast-paced sci-fi trip.

The ride to complete the loop from the mine was on a diesel engine, which blew out lots of debris.

But what about those things out there.

a poem for today

2012-01-19T00:01:00.002-05:00

a poem for today, 19 January 2012

[a word-sorted sonnet of nine sentences and its image]

Everything is beautiful in here.

Be a neuropositive life coach.

Enough with the conspiracy talk.

Everything I need to know about someone I can glean from their asshole, some people think the eyes are the window of the soul, couldn't be more wrong.

To be a rationalist is to adopt at least one of three claims.

It's like watching a nest of snakes break out into a barroom brawl.

I thought you'd be able to sleep better if you were naked, that's all.

There is a certain pleasure in calculating the risks.

I don't be able to attend this Friday meeting.

January 4, 2012 Meeting Recordings

2012-01-18T20:29:00.001-05:00

happy you near

JLo did a stretch from his Poems for Today series: January 1, January 2, January 3, January 4, January 5, January 6 and January 7

Zac did Dectet for January 4. Here are his notes for the piece.

Mark read Giant magical insects on the prowl (the title comes from a Rauschenberg dance title mentioned in Carolyn Brown's memoir, Chance and Circumstance: Twenty Years with Cage and Cunningham)

James and Mark performed James's Untitled ("your eyes tuck coke") and James and Zac did James's plants in which the ordinary, familiar, or mundane aspects of life are represented in a straightforward or matter-of-fact manner that is presumed to reflect life as it actually is

Here is an outtake from group collaborative improv (sort of called "Lattice iced")

a poem for today

2012-01-18T00:01:00.003-05:00

a poem for today, 18 January 2012

[a word-sorted sonnet of eleven sentences and its image]

Judging from your pictures, you hate facts like poison.

The wind tunnel tells them all the same thing.

Sometimes I text myself a little pick me up.

I like knitted hats and I like vinyl records.

This is the traditional modus operandi of the sophist.

Without judgement, because it is judgement that defeats us.

Please try to stop shaking now and just breathe.

Don't ever be yourself, it's the kiss of death.

Let's talk about spout fluid beds, fundamentals and applications.

Desire is the crucible within which the self is formed.

If you're on board you're on board all the way.

a poem for today

2012-01-17T00:01:00.005-05:00

a poem for today, 17 January 2012

[a word-sorted sonnet of nine sentences and its image]

Only through communism can we come to experience our bodies again.

Despite the title this is not about finding your soul mate.

The preamble explains why this matters and where this is going.

This is non-reg, but the cops have better shit to worry about, especially when it doesn't impact the corporati.

Death is a black camel that kneels unbidden at every gate.

Frosties are just corn flakes for people who can't face reality.

If the tweetstorm is right, this is a pretty grim situation.

The ego is the theology of free enterprise.

All theory of knowledge has sexual connotations.

a poem for today

2012-01-16T12:01:00.004-05:00

a poem for today, 16 January 2012

[a word-sorted sonnet of seven sentences and its image]

We are the oppressed both resisting and oppressing in this wasteland of bodies and languages.

There's things you can't get anywhere but you dream can be found in other people.

Think about the activities we create that generate a state of transferable energy and attention.

It's self-evident but you would be surprised at how many wannabes don't think that far ahead.

The rules are that the targets have to switch constantly.

Let it flow so that you will preserve the bag.

The output is faded between the two read pointers according to the sine of the distance from the write pointer.

a poem for today

2012-01-15T00:01:00.005-05:00

a poem for today, 15 January 2012

[a word-sorted sonnet of five sentences and its image]

You know, this stuff you put four drops in a pot with boiling water and feel like a koala bear goin' wild on drugs.

And even more starkly, there’s a very clear trend in the data, where each step up in waiting time results in a higher risk of death.

It all looks more than a bit scruffy; there is nothing along the road to soothe the eye, no riots of flowers to cheer the heart.

I get off where thought addresses the unthought and articulates itself upon it.

The occasionalist argues that all events are radically independent of one another.

a poem for today

2012-01-14T00:01:00.007-05:00

a poem for today, 14 January 2012
[a syllable-sorted sonnet of seven sentences and its image]
Stop me if I’m boring you, but each of them feels oddly poetic, in its ability to smear or stifle.
It was icky, and I picked that crap out of my hair for a week afterward.
It has a pressure sensitive bottom so be careful when you set it down.
I keep a text file open so that it will seem like some work is going on.
Pervasive unsatisfactoriness seems more the issue.
In the middle of the night, the spiders crept out from the attic and went back to the living room.
Time for the umbrella.

a poem for today

2012-01-13T00:01:00.006-05:00

a poem for today, 13 January 2012
[a syllable-sorted sonnet of six sentences and its image]
Why enormous intergalactic events always look like kitsch paintings of enormous intergalactic events.
Mice and humans are so closely related after all.
They say 'running away from your problems' like it's a bad thing, but if they don't catch up, what's the problem.
If it's any solace, everybody dies alone.
How long does it have to go on before you just let go.
We are still dealing with a simple going-on to which one cannot confer the inner unity of a history.

a poem for today

2012-01-12T00:01:00.006-05:00

a poem for today, 12 January 2012
[a syllable-sorted sonnet of four sentences and its image]
You can also think of that very elaborate form of knowledge, ancient Chinese astrology, which is a whole discourse about the male and the female and which organizes not only the gods but also the entire society.
A cylindrical rod is situated in the cylinder block or cylinder head which has oblong lobes or cams which push the intake and exhaust valves.
It's a completely unfalsifiable statement.
We are perfectly happy to leave it at that.

a poem for today

2012-01-11T00:01:00.008-05:00

a poem for today, 11 January 2012
[a syllable-sorted sonnet of four sentences and its image]
In experiments on subliminal influence, participants are presented with two mirror images of the same picture, asked which they prefer, and are likely to choose the images where a subliminal negative image is flashed up for milliseconds, before they make their choice.
Fuck your ass.
It is not a question of purification through language, but on the contrary of releasing the material in disorder.
The eyes can mislead, a smile can lie, but the shoes always tell the truth.

a poem for today

2012-01-10T00:01:00.011-05:00

a poem for today, 10 January 2012
[a syllable-sorted sonnet of twelve sentences and its image]
Let's buy some food home.
I can't believe she told you about that, like I'm holding your cards that way.
It means nothing else.
For if, as they say, man is a bubble, all the more so is an old man.
Deserve what you reap.
He hears all ambient as new age and there is no arguing with him.
The mouse pupils shrank.
Or you can see what your life can be if you really let your light shine.
You know what I mean.
The rumors are true.
Sometimes during my ride on the bike, my mind will automatically think about things.
Then the trouble starts.

a poem for today

2012-01-09T00:01:00.007-05:00

a poem for today, 9 January 2012
[a syllable-sorted sonnet of two sentences and its image]
One major review in 2003 looked at 38 different studies, containing data on 20,000 participants, and found that overall, political conservatism was associated with things like death anxiety, fear of threat and loss, intolerance of uncertainty, a lack of openness to experience, and a need for order, structure, and closure.
We implicate ourselves if we even evince familiarity with the frame of reference.

a poem for today

2012-01-08T00:01:00.019-05:00

a poem for today, 8 January 2012
[a syllable-sorted sonnet of eleven sentences and its image]
It's kind of scary to be hopeful.
You got one of these that does asses.
All consciousness is consciousness of.
Half of what I say is meaningless.
The morphine barely takes the edge off.
Keep talking but don't use any names.
I guess I've always lived upside down.
Your buccal cavity is your mouth.
Reading only caused me misery.
These words are almost like animals.
I can only think of myself as existing, and as existing the way I exist; thus, I cannot but exist, and always exist as I exist now.

a poem for today

2012-01-07T00:01:00.007-05:00

a poem for today, 7 January 2012

[a letter sorted sonnet in five sentences with its image]

Remember, for each of these that the idea is that it can be used intentionally to influence user behavior.

You have every reason to be tentative, closed and distrustful, and I myself, would not trust any of us.

If I had a nickel for every time I had drunken sex when I didn't want to I sure wouldn't be selling this shit.

The penultimate is really nothing in itself, such that anything could be justified as penultimate of its own accord.

I know the only place on earth that will survive the apocalypse, and what’s more I’ve been there.

a poem for today

2012-01-06T00:01:00.006-05:00

a poem for today, 6 January 2012

[a letter sorted sonnet in six sentences with its image]

There is a drive for transcendence that is implicit in even the most sensual of desires.

I was going down a path that I'd never dreamed of taking, but there I was, forging my way.

Struggling against the tide of disappointment, we continue to search for a sweet one.

He stood up when the speaker gave anyone the out and suddenly half the room quit as well.

Now if she could only drop forty-eight pounds and stop watching Judge Joe Brown all the time.

The singularity of aesthetic self-enjoyment can never be dragged out, into the light.

a poem for today

2012-01-05T00:01:00.010-05:00

a poem for today, 5 January 2012

[a letter sorted sonnet in seven sentences with its image]

It's like you've got all these John Wayne movies going on inside your head.

Arrogance is not a uniquely American trait but you do it better than anyone.

Here are two fun ways that numbers can be distorted for political purposes.

Temperatures are said to be as high as nineteen hundred on one of the planets.

Use as a replacement for lemon zest or as a garnish to the centerpiece dish.

I've never been a lead or a supervisor or key-holder anywhere I've worked.

Many flowers also have an anus; it is an opening at the base of their bloom.

a poem for today

2012-01-04T00:01:00.009-05:00

a poem for today, 4 January 2012

[a letter sorted sonnet in nine sentences with its image]

At the bottom of the chest cavity was a lump of pink flesh.

No, questions of knowledge are not innocent questions.

You get to steer, but you'll also take the brunt if we crash.

You got one of these that does asses.

We said we were ready for this and they took us at our word.

It's all okay as long as you are on vacation, a business trip or it's a celebrity.

I love those moments, I love to wave at them when they pass by.

It is just a little hole so imagine a piece of tape over it.

What all of this has in common is the lack of any tidy conclusions.

Poet of the Week: German Lukomnikov

2012-01-03T01:00:00.022-05:00

This one has an eye-catching title (once it gets translated at least):

Поэт Герман Лукомников отправляется в село Синенькие Саратовской области с группой психонавтов

...or...

The poet Herman Lukomnikov sent to the village Sinenky Saratov region with a group of psychonauts

What exactly this is all about I will leave to others to discern. I do like the blank look of the shop girl and the old lady's laugh.

But as there may not have been enough overt HEY LOOK AT ME I'M POETRY HAPPENING HERE, try this:

...do enjoy the E's at around 1:50

a poem for today

2012-01-03T00:01:00.012-05:00

a poem for today, 3 January 2012

[a letter sort sonnet in eight sentences with its image]

I hear the scream above the pizzicato, but it seems off-key to me.

The girls not only had fun, they also got a good workout in the process.

Different theories follow different paths to different ends.

Why the note makes so much of the gift aspect after the fact is odd.

I knew before I ever took the test that it would come back positive.

That should go without saying: but it seems that I need to say it.

When I’m ready to let him go I’ll let him go but I’ll never let him go.

So I renounced and sadly see: where word breaks off no thing may be.

Poet of the Week: German Lukomnikov

2012-01-02T01:00:00.007-05:00

If only I understood the part that sounds something like "ov vishim vishim soat" ... the little opening music makes me wonder if this was shown on television or whether it was a webcast thing or what.

a poem for today

2012-01-02T00:01:00.016-05:00

a poem for today, 2 January 2012

[a letter sort sonnet in four sentences with its image]

The hardest thing for me to do is accept that my body doesn't do things the way I think it should.

While I'm on the topic of organization let me say that I'm trying to get my mind sorted out too.

This is just the latest in a whole raft of research showing how we can be manipulated into believing that we have control over chance outcomes, simply by presenting information differently, or giving cues which imply that skill had a role to play.

It's like one of those commercials where the sad lady gets happy pills and takes up tennis again.

Poet of the Week: German Lukomnikov

2012-01-01T01:00:00.044-05:00

Ok, I already wrote a bit about German Lukominkov late last year, here. & then, the Poet of the Week idea emerged and so I figured why not point back over the shoulder a bit to that post and then run a few more of the videos mentioned there and others I missed in hopes that more will see them.

So yes, German Lukominov is the Poet of the Week here at the APG Blog, so there might be a few posts of his stuff. I missed the video above when I was hunting before, perhaps because the title is "Boniface at the Winery". There are also a few more of these here, and here and here. Altogether these feel more semantically driven than certain other of the videos I listed before, and for the non-Russian-equipped auditor they do not push as many sound poetry buttons immediately. Though, even without knowing the language being played with, you can hear some curious close repetitions and so forth.

& as this is the 1st official Poet of the Week post, here is a gratuitous piece of digital image art, "Lokomnikov multipled," (oh and don't assume that just because it is called Poet of the Week that every week in the year 2012 will have another one, that would be a best case scenario).

a poem for today

2012-01-01T00:01:00.073-05:00

a poem for today, 1 January 2012

[a letter sort sonnet in 4 sentences with its image]

Conceived as a meticulously compiled and compendious miscellany, a grimoire or instruction manual without referent, as a delirious carnival of sobriety.

In this way, the subject is always linked to something outside of it—an idea or principle or the society of other subjects.

Marginalized, self-righteous, we just keep on keeping on, insulted that no one returns our calls, secretly expecting no less.

He thought that at the moment of his invention of the uncountable infinite, he was God’s administrative employee.

The latest Blue & Yellow Dog is out now

2011-12-30T09:53:00.001-05:00

SLOOTEYER 5

This would be the 7th issue for Winter of 2012

Jean Tinguely - Self Portrait

2011-12-25T06:00:00.001-05:00

Another Hemisphere Records--an embrrassremeant off zaund p'moetreesest richat moobs mi do sae......

2011-12-24T00:01:00.061-05:00

. . . Hot Damn!

glyessseeeefGHts'intapbluaughhhszuchk!

My researches on German Lukomnikov yesterday led me to Another Hemisphere Records. Today I downloaded everything in a rush, I'd need a month or more without distractions to actually listen to all of this cool stuff.
But there are 12 albums available and the arTronic Anthology which has two CDs, one of audio and the other of video and visual work, scores, etc. I've only sampled a bit of this so far (it is xmas, and I'm visiting family and currently ignoring them to type this, but, you know, there are limits) but everything I dipped into seemed worth attending to more. Hopefully I'll have time to review a few of these more fully in 2012.

Go have a look. Download some poetry, Another Hemisphere Records. It's free. You are not shopping.

Russian Poet German Lukomnikov

2011-12-23T00:32:00.002-05:00

German Lukomnikov in Moscow in 2009

TEXT CORRECTED

the fabulous discomfort and humor of this video gets me. also the weird retro look of it in spite of the obvious technical aspects, projection, etc. but that low contrast in black and white which feels like pre-color television somehow.

but what i want to attend to is the sound of this piece/recording.

there seems to be a cut (@ 1:37). & there are surely "parts" with edges more or less discernible. what i don't know is what it is called (is it "only sound" or is it somehow "Azor's Paw only sound") … hard for me to guess.

what really zaps me about this recording is the first section of wordless (and not even word-suggestive) vocal sounds and then the end. the first section has all these small vocalizations which in large part i would think could be used with words and not stand out all that much - well, maybe that crooning whine at 1:18 or the last thing before the cut this sort of yes/no feeling thing that becomes like the squeak of a spring - but many of the other sounds are not that unusual in spoken discourse, though we tend to ignore them when recounting what was said (we might call that retrospective semanticism and think of it as a bias). "here is an idea i can steal" i said to myself and i did (but will anyone be able to see where or how - the evidence is already out there). so that would be section one of this piece as i hear/parse it.

but then after the cut - in section two - things are more word-based for some time and don't have quite the same impact on me, though they begin to drift in looser and looser, more pitch-arc'd ways toward section three. in this section tho his utterances seem to echo hesitancies, uncertainties… at one point around 3 minutes this sing-songy repetition emerges - which again, i think that i at least do and suspect others do too; taking a word or phrase and chanting it somehow with however much or little melody. anyway...

… by 3:40 or so the transition seems to have been clear to a third section (this edge is much blurrier, or maybe it is a gradual build and not an edge at all). everything gets further from anything like conventional "word-space" and Lukominikov works with particles and the sounds between those of language and "mouth noises" and…

i'm always unhappy, i feel interrupted and annoyed when it ends. and yet, perhaps, relieved as well, as it takes a certain attention which i am not using when just sitting here, or having a conversation with someone, etc. and such attention is not endless, though here i feel more than able to give it.

there is also the twinned terms i opened with - humor and discomfort. the "how would i introduce this to so&so" thought experiment, where so&so is your great aunt lou or your assistant manager boss guy or whomever you picture as a tough sell for anything this self-consciously engaged in not playing the communication game while being nonetheless ludic, or maybe ruminative, or maybe something else (where ludic gets calls narcissism, and ruminative labelled pretentious and the whole non-communicative is just something that can't be fit into their universe). imagining playing that game with this video and whoever it is that i imagine gets at the discomfort somewhat. Lukomnikov seems quite comfortable with silences without a need to fill all the space tightly or to demonstrate a physical skill with language making (that is a bad way of saying this, but I am thinking of Christian Bök as a contrast, Bök clearly has amazing mouth-based chops aka skills, etc - as here in this performance at the Whitney, but let's get back to Lukomnikov

the text below the video as found on youtube

Герман Лукомников на фестивале "Лапа Азора only sound"

seems to say

Herman Lukomnikov at the "Azor's Paw only sound" ..but the G-translation of his name seems more common, though i did see "Guerman" to make it a bit more complex.

I got curious. There is no wikipedia page for him. There are some other videos of him reading, which I'll come back to below, but I was hoping for more info. Some googling got me a few bits.

1st I looked at this report sent to poet Maria Damon and housed at the EPC, with just a short mention of Lukomnikov, but it struck me as amusing. The author of this is Masha Zavialova, in the midst of her longer report on The Russian Poetry Festival Oct. 17-19, 1998, St. Petersburg she mentions Lukominokov;

Bonifatsii (German Lukomnikov) - a charming person and performance artist read some of his short and extremely witty (for us who live here) poems. One of them: "Why don't I fly?" (several times with different modulations of voice but very romantically) And suddenly in a matter-of-fact and slightly offended tone "Why don't I fly? I fly."

This made me more curious… and next I read this;

Potty About Poetry

25 August 2000

By Anna Arutunyan The Moscow Times

How can one characterize the poetry of German Lukomnikov, who attributes much of his poetry to his alter ego, Boniface? Similarities exist between Lukomnikov’s work and the kind of absurd children’s rhyme established by writers like Daniil Kharms and Kornei Chukovsky —poets who play with short stanzas and diminutive puns in their verse — but Lukomnikov, who often uses obscenities, is by no means a writer of children’s poems.

Lukomnikov (or Boniface) — Lukomnikov insists they are two different people — writes with an innocence and honesty that is so regularly masked among his contemporaries by cynicism and irony. He makes fun of his background and plays with words, but maintains an air of a barely discovered underground poet writing among friends in his attic.

But is there a name for the work of the virtual pair of Lukomnikov and Boniface, who write and illustrate their own works? Dirty limericks, perhaps, or childish farce? Or maybe it is something like those art-scene hooligans with a cult following, the Mitki, who create humorous illustrations with companion rhymes.

Associated with beer and hippies and enjoying a large following, the Mitki have managed to seep into the mainstream, but the same cannot be said of Lukomnikov, whose poetry is not only still marginal, but too varied to be characterized. His paintings can be childlike, with inscriptions of meaningless puns like "Kitayets kita yest" — which can mean either "the Chinaman is a whale" or "the Chinaman eats a whale" — which appears under a painting of an Asian-looking boy eating a fish.

Other works are earnest communications with an evidently strong lyrical background that reveal the vulnerability of a poet interacting with the world around him: "If only someone knew how I fear people! /How strange that worldwide neighborhood seems to me/ Of glaring monsters. I am becoming childlike/ As if in a sea of ugly swans (O kto by znal, kak ya boyus’ lyudei! / Kak diko mne vsemirnoye sosedstvo / Glazastykh chudishch. Ya vpadayu v detstvo, / Kak budto v more gadkikh lebedei.)

In this way, Lukomnikov hovers somewhere between poet, comedian and artist. The man who has characterized himself as a "poet, a human being of the male sex, and an inhabitant of Earth and the solar system," Lukomnikov plays out an exchange with his persistent alias, Boniface, on stage. If determining to what extent their poetry (and personalities) differ is of any interest to you, don’t pass up the opportunity to see their odd duet this week.

German Lukomnikov reads his Poetry of the Season at 8 p.m. on Thursday at the Project O.G.I club, located at 8/12 Potapovsky Pereulok, Building 2 (enter through the courtyard). Metro Chistye Prudy. Tel. 927-5609. For more information, write ogi@mail.ru

i don't know enough about contemporary Russian poetry to say squat about this, though i do have a book by Daniil Kharms. i also like hearing about this group the Mitki discussed here and would be interested to know more of them, but back to the thread….

this gives me lots to think about. i cannot tell from watching or listening when Boniface is involved and when he isn't - so sadly, that whole intrigue will remain opaque, but this article generally charges up my curiosity. and this poem is surely one that would work for me;

If only someone knew how I fear people!

How strange that worldwide neighborhood seems to me

Of glaring monsters. I am becoming childlike

As if in a sea of ugly swans

… but i should mention that i also dropped the original language text given for this poem in the article above into google translator as well and, being set to "detect language" is did not mark this as russian but Slovak and it could translate less than half of it. so is Lukomnikov not Russian at all?

There are several more videos on youtube. I'll leave their viewing up to you…

German Lukomnikov shows a younger Lukomnikov (1998) and while i am lost with the language, this one holds my attention quite well. i'll not go through why and how and so forth, but there is much humor and sound stuff here. enjoyable. also nice that he "flies" away at the end.

German Lukomnikov rather more annoying video with noisy camera and crowd noise. Lukomnikov is doing some emphatic sound stuff at the end with what i assume are words and fragments tho.

POET GUERMAN LUKOMNIKOV is a small group setting and he is doing more sentency or phrasal stuff with odd slanted repetitions. lots of folks laugh.

Герман Лукомников в Булгаковском this is in the same venue as the previous one, and is yet more chanted and looping though using (i assume) phrases and sentences. again, a good bit of laughing.

Lukomnikov.divx this too sounds more playfully semantic, rather than pushing hard toward sound. i'd love to hear from anyone who knows the language.

Velikiy Poet Lukomnikov is yet another venue with a big crowd (poetry standards) he is a bit hard to hear in spite of the amplification at moments and there are crowd noises and responses. Luko seems busy with these tightening and loosening patterns imposed on long string of text. big cheers at the end.

it seems that i also found his livejournal account where i stole that picture with the finger puppets. but scanning through it a bit i found some paintings as well....

Illustration of a poem by German Lukomnikov by Dmitry Shirokov

anyway, i like what i've found and hope to hear more of German Lukomnikov

Preliminary thoughts on the Combine Poem

2011-12-22T13:23:00.001-05:00

Over at JLO's blog ...

- The Price of Fixity -

there is a post about the newly emergent mode of poetry improv known as the Combine Poem

read here.

A.P.G. Talent Show ~ The Gleejects

2011-12-18T06:00:00.001-05:00

December 7, 2011 Meeting Recordings

2011-12-14T19:48:00.000-05:00

Zac read Westbound

Mark read Off topic and Screwy polity

JLo read Rene Char's Enough

We (Erika, Mark, James, Zac and JLo) did a realization of Mark's Scherzo Rag

We did a realization (we being Erika, Mark and JLo) of Erika's Boustrophedon: for 3 voices

Cloud Computing-- New from 3rdness Press

2011-12-13T12:15:00.003-05:00

Now out from the APG's 3rdness Press: Cloud Computing by Josh May. It's published in conjunction with Fifth Planet Press (thanks, Nisa!) and available from SPD. Or if you want to order from us, just drop us a comment or send an email to atlantapoetsgroup@gmail.com. If the cover above doesn't sway you to buy, below is the blurb:

CLOUD COMPUTING supposes the sui generous and then is so bold as to use any means necessary to "compute" said thing/world. The answers are pulled down from clouds, black boxes, and the like, and they seem mostly correct. Any detectable errors seem immediately to fall under Wittgenstein's mantra "The world is all that is the case," or Frank O'Hara's gravestone, "Grace to be born and live as variously as possible," or maybe even Warhol via Cale, "Faces and names, I wish they were the same." If this book of poems were a movie, it would be a blockbuster action flick with lots of pyrotechnics, and you can bet its tagline would be: There is no nexus in the cloud.

Combine No.3, rip it open and eat the flesh

2011-12-12T06:00:00.004-05:00

John Cage about silence

2011-12-11T06:00:00.000-05:00

website of David D'Agostino, our comrade in Colorado

2011-12-11T00:40:00.002-05:00

David who is David D'Agostino but of us too and we of he with extensions and so forth

Has a new website he does and so we are there in his and his is ours and so forth

http://www.daviddagostino.com/

That is where amongst so many things to see I see the thing I see here in my room already as I look at it there a frame within a frame and so forth

I love the name Lumber-inkburn.

I stare at Lumber-inkburn

I wonder how to write it, write with it, through, into, out of, etc. Lumber-inkburn.

Lumber-inkburn.

November 30, 2011 Meeting Recordings

2011-12-07T09:16:00.002-05:00

The last track is Zac discussing his improv, one which he performed into a Skype session with JSelv using post-it notes (they were ripped up after the performance and collaged together as the above). "Continental crossdraft" was a polyphon improv (Jselv again skyping in).

November 30, 2011 Meeting Recordings by Atlanta Poets Group

November 16, 2011 Meeting Recordings

2011-12-05T08:33:00.001-05:00

This week: two improvs and a polyphonic realization of a large (45" x 15") lattice by James titled Tableaux vivant, a piece responding (and covering) a painting by David D'Agostino (a rough photo of it is below.)

November 16, 2011 Meeting Recordings by Atlanta Poets Group

Agung Podomoro Group, the biggest property company in Indonesia.

2011-12-04T06:00:00.005-05:00

Joan La Barbara doing the alphabet

2011-12-03T09:00:00.005-05:00

from Sesame Street. I remember this as a kid, but had no idea it was the great Joan La Barbara!

Great FOUR HORSEMEN clip!

2011-11-29T22:16:00.000-05:00

Jaap Blonk Dada Vocal performance for 3Sat TV Show 2003

2011-11-27T06:00:00.000-05:00

Fernandes APG-100 Guitar with GFS Crunchy Pat (Paf) pickups

2011-11-20T06:00:00.004-05:00

November 9, 2011 Meeting Recordings

2011-11-19T17:48:00.000-05:00

Here are the recordings for this week. It includes two versions of one of Mark's older pieces, "Author eyes'd", including a polyphon version that we didn't quite execute successfully.

November 9, 2011 Meeting Recordings by Atlanta Poets Group

Paul Dutton performs Mercure (Mercury)

2011-11-13T06:00:00.001-05:00

damn!

so many sounds and once.

Dutton's got serious chops!

November 2, 2011 Meeting Recordings

2011-11-09T17:26:00.000-05:00

We ended the night with a collaboration. It was composed as a lattice with improvised input from the group (this is documented more or less in the fourth track below). We then did a polyphonic realization of it (the final track).

November 2, 2011 Meeting Recordings by Atlanta Poets Group

APG Arabic Teacher

2011-11-06T06:00:00.003-05:00

"Object Poems" show at 23Sandy Gallery, Portland Oregon

2011-11-05T14:08:00.001-04:00

They say "Object Poems" we say poem objects, not sure how much it matters really. But there is some cool work to be found here. This is the main page. This is the 1st page of the online catalog. I only wish the APG had heard about it when it was in the call for work stage (dang, etc).

Features work by all of these folks;
David Abel  * Harriet Bart  * Michael Basinski  * Bill Berkson *  Jen Bervin *  Jim Clinefelter *  Norma Cole *  Anna & Leo Daedalus *  K. S. Ernst *  Alec Finlay *  Alan Halsey *  MaryAnn Hayden *  Geof Huth *  Joseph Keppler *  Alison Knowles *  Drew Kunz  * J. A. Lee *  Eric Magrane *  Steve McCaffery *  Mark Owens & Maria José * Gonzalez Arredondo  * Clemente Padin *  Kristin Prevallet *  Marilyn R. Rosenberg *  Kaia Sand *  Kyle Schlesinger *  Buzz Spector *  Curtis Steiner *  Andrew Topel *  Nico Vassilakis *  James Yeary

Here is one sample piece that I liked a lot & its associated text:

Kristin Prevallet
Brooklyn, New York

Diary Lampshade #1
Paper lampshade, strips of diary pages, glue, water. 2011. Unique.

October 26, 2011 Meeting Recordings

2011-11-05T09:45:00.000-04:00

It was that kind of night.

One by Zac, "Small of the Hand"; an improv by John, "Curly Pudding"; a remote improv from Jeff (with bonus introductory remarks); and a collaboration, "Nail Carder".
October 26, 2011 Meeting Recordings by Atlanta Poets Group

October 20, 2011 Meeting Recordings

2011-11-03T17:46:00.000-04:00

Trying out SoundCloud this week and hope to use it for APG tracks in the future.

Mark read The no's nose
The no's nose by Atlanta Poets Group

Zac read an installment from his Dictionary project
Another Dictionary installment.mp3 by Atlanta Poets Group

Erika read
Calm and respite by Atlanta Poets Group

James read two Days pieces:
Days (0:32)
Days (0:32) by Atlanta Poets Group

and

Days (0:25) + (Sigma 60:24) by Atlanta Poets Group

and Mark and James did James's The Making of Thriller
The Making of Thriller by Atlanta Poets Group

Gatha for Pete Rose by the Jackson Mac Low Choir

2011-10-30T06:00:00.002-04:00

APG - André-Philippe Gagnon

2011-10-23T06:00:00.003-04:00

Word is, he's going to cover us soon.

Sound poem by bpNichol, called "Incest Song", from the book Motherlove (1968)

2011-10-16T06:00:00.002-04:00

APG's Barrage From The Garage-Volume 2 (5 Punk Garage Gems)

2011-10-09T06:00:00.000-04:00

September 29, 2011 Meeting Recordings

2011-10-04T15:28:00.004-04:00

Lots of polyphons tonight:

Shameful sox make unwanted history, written by Mark

Calm and respite, written by Erika

Another poem about the future, written by James

Roscoe Mitchell (nonaah), written by P. Inman from his book Ad Finitum
This was the first realization; we'll likely try others

And some monophons too:

Erika read Quiche

Zac read two untitled pieces: one beginning "Anything moving. . ." and the other "No one threw the pretzels. . ."

John also did an improv, Danger muses, which we also got a print out of using speech-to-text software, so you can get lost at along with it at home:

As is using technology into time to make new apology just labor anger bursts we terrorists fragrant passage re-up alignment pop Languedoc Muncy Friedman Terry and I that upsell Fragonard's at once strolled along the legal merit aureus ontology miser doll leaping sunward he of or seen to book diet gratuitous pun certificate Orioles esses areas to split not reduce year and wiggles got savings shooters and just alternate in cheese one o'clock Pharisee not not juristic law Arcadian she dictionary backed up prognosis situated in its entanglement lively morbid grades following lacks the basic repeat continuation works where crotch tingle fire constants Junction in pure gold hotspot frog leg Wi-Fi BMI six was the mobile invalid link for crude at. Nation Anita on threat get fragrant Thorazine with usual last cell you Tatian in triple a story dirge when it our not reprise flailing back stretch laudatory things that handle assignment desk crates fearsome mustard draper/on needle nose claim frequents ED Q rep I will ship except as set

Bruce Andrews @ The Holloway Series in Poetry

2011-10-02T06:00:00.002-04:00

FYI: There is a bunch of stuff before Bruce gets started...

September 14, 2011 Meeting Recordings

2011-09-26T08:55:00.024-04:00

Zac read an Untitled September 2011 Poem

Mark read Land's gape and You gotta change that wording, or adjusting the margins

Erika read Aphorist tense and Pro/verbs anti/nouns (this one got inadvertantly split into two parts, 1 and 2)

The group did an old one of James's, Another poem about the future

And JLo improvised If it plays in Peoria

Introducing the APG (Airsoft Pen Gun)

2011-09-25T06:00:00.003-04:00

September 6, 2011 Meeting Recordings

2011-09-21T15:43:00.002-04:00

Due to technical difficulties, only one recording from this night. It's an untitled collaboration with the title "6 September 2011 APG Collab". Text is below for those following along at home.

6 September 2011 APG Collab

the new pillow divides us, crows

and this hammer bites, palls the rag

knees through waterfalls and distances

are all fat bitches under the hood canal,

slammer smaller once buttered, long and short

cut-outs, the identical clouds by folded sillohuettes

done up municipal network, twin lambs.

several alone pauses, it smells shut in, the hand

wed to the arm causal or nosecracked humdrum

sections

instinctual impression as the paste who is also

like hair. Caskets of libido, blank. Or not identical

zoom as discourse. Asleep towards tangles

seeming all pauses, elementary scaffold

or tin person. Continuous eyesight. Fur twin

cut through. Gender breadcrumbs.

The other beep grasses

powdered distances. A crowd shudden.

P-nut

minus the enlightenment it smells like a pause

in cyberspionage there is no one to

photograph the horrible wisdom OTP

until the Sultan cools everyone's monopology jitters

it's prison, knit tickles in the denty gun

neustand acrimonious shoulders produce the profit

of a library's leaves and Love Parade

social hurt blood remains to sinew us

his hair can't hear its own sagging contact family

DNA low and obelisk shocked pushing tucks

and hotel cleft majority

rug crud, headed and swabbed lightlamp torn by an actual cube

"we are not different", a lull and wherewithal

unification within earshot; O, my fate.

felt the sickle, slapping the saggy, familiarity

spirit. Statue "aka" Dumb Venom paused during

a whim -- it's new to be a weight, check that.

private knowledge, chortles and utterance --

hanger-ons upon hanged

Now, it begins. Kudzu listening into a

child. Usually added to its surface

and lost in the crowd

to decrease its bonding capacity, parents

opaque and identical but doodads dress

appropriately. Teddy beards listening

together associated and sleek.

August 31, 2011 Meeting Recordings

2011-09-19T16:16:00.002-04:00

JLo led off with an excerpt from a large project he has been working consisting of a database of stolen lines that he hopes to arrange so that it produce poetic output in various structures (couplets, triplets, sonnets, etc.)

Then Erika read Greenwise squashing

Then Mark read Drier than below sea level

James read Plants (6:30)

and then JLo read some new page-based poems The Self of Steam has the Arrow of Voice in an Ear between its Legs. & the text is available in the latest issue of Blue & Yellow Dog, here.

Zac was in the background.

Frank O'Hara & Nirvana - Lana Turner Has Collapsed (Love Buzz)

2011-09-18T06:00:00.002-04:00

August 24, 2011 Meeting Recordings

2011-09-15T16:58:00.000-04:00

Four Oners by Mark led off the night.

Then he did Straight fit of slant rhyme and Timeline of development of odd systems

Zac did North thud

The group performed a couple older pieces of James's:

SORASed

Ed Ruscha/Portrait of Jeff Dahlgren

The group also did two versions of an even older piece, Fang Mop vs. Touszilla: The Entelechy of Nekkid Form, which was collaboratively written when the Internet was still run on twinkies and sparklers.

Here is version 1 and here is version 2.

BLUE&YELLOWDOG FALL 2011 ISSUE 6: Featuring APG

2011-09-11T21:32:00.000-04:00

"Something Else Happened" by Jeff Dahlgren & John Lowther

The APG is included in the most recent issue of Blue & Yellow Dog. Have a look!

There is a bunch of interesting stuff in the issue by other nifty poets too - check it out!

How to Handle a Line Break: APG The Progression

2011-09-11T06:00:00.000-04:00

"regarding a door" by David Antin

2011-09-04T18:00:00.000-04:00

not terribly well read, and a few accidents made, over-acted, but whatever....

APG Dunk Tank 2006

2011-08-28T06:00:00.000-04:00

August 17, 2011 Meeting Recordings

2011-08-22T19:53:00.001-04:00

Mark read Triple indemnity peroration

He also read these poems by Erika Stephens (who is Mark's better half for those of you at home):

Aphorist (the ph is a phi)

Glossina

Off each

Pro/verbs Anti/nouns

Lines written upon looking into Wintrobe's Clinical Hematology

Zac read Noun bun

And did an improv with visual aids No one was here. . . Here is one page from the booklet, featuring a cat that looks remarkably like Zac (sorry for the blurriness of the pic):

He also read Jeff Dahlgren's age dangle in the style of eggtooth

JLo did an improv firmly rooted in reality called We are the money!

James barely read Days (0:06) (0:03)

Blllllllllllllllllluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrttttttttttttttttttttttt

The Gertrude Stein Remix Project

2011-08-21T06:00:00.003-04:00

Performed live at ArtBeat 2006 in Davis Sq. Somerville MA. Audio by DJ Spooky and Sethares. Wieder gemischte poesie.
Proyecto remezclado de la poesía.

If I told him would he like it. Would he like it if I told him.
Would he like it would Napoleon would Napoleon would would he like it.
If Napoleon if I told him if I told him if Napoleon. Would he like it if I told him if I told him if Napoleon. Would he like it if Napoleon if
Napoleon if I told him. If I told him if Napoleon if Napoleon if I told him. If I told him would he like it would he like it if I told him.
Now. Not now. And now. Now.
Exactly as as kings.
Feeling full for it.
Exactitude as kings.
So to beseech you as full as for it.
Exactly or as kings.
Shutters shut and open so do queens. Shutters shut and shutters and so shutters shut and shutters and so and so shutters and so shutters shut
and so shutters shut and shutters and so. And so shutters shut and so and also. And also and so and so and also.
Exact resemblance to exact resemblance the exact resemblance as exact as a resemblance, exactly as resembling, exactly resembling, exactly
in resemblance exactly a resemblance, exactly and resemblance. For this is so. Because.
Now actively repeat at all, now actively repeat at all, now actively repeat at all.
Have hold and hear, actively repeat at all.
I judge judge.
As a resemblance to him.
Who comes first. Napoleon the first.
Who comes too coming coming too, who goes there, as they go they share, who shares all, all is as all as as yet or as yet.
Now to date now to date. Now and now and date and the date.
Who came first Napoleon at first. Who came first Napoleon the first. Who came first, Napoleon first.
Presently. Exactly as they do. First exactly.
Exactly as they do too.
First exactly. And first exactly. Exactly as they do.
And first exactly and exactly.
And do they do.
At first exactly and first exactly and do they do.
The first exactly. At first exactly. First as exactly. At first as exactly.
Presently. As presently. As as presently.
He he he he and he and he and and he and he and he and and as and as he and as he and he. He is and as he is, and as he is and he is, he is and as he and he and as he is and he and he and and he and he.
Can curls rob can curls quote, quotable.
As presently.
As exactitude. As trains. Has trains.
Has trains. As trains. As trains.
Presently. Proportions. Presently.
As proportions as presently.
Father and farther.
Was the king or room.
Farther and whether.
Was there was there was there what was there was there what was there was there there was there.
Whether and in there.
As even say so.
One. I land. Two. I land.
Three. The land. Three. The land. Two. I land. Two. I land. One. I land. Two.
I land. As a so. They cannot.
A note. They cannot. A float.
They cannot. They dote. They cannot. They as denote.
Miracles play. Play fairly. Play fairly well. A well. As well.
As or as presently.
Let me recite what history teaches. History teaches.

5 Poems by Jack Spicer (read by somebody...?)

2011-08-14T06:00:00.000-04:00

July 13, 2011 Meeting Recordings

2011-08-10T15:28:00.000-04:00

Mark's Pressed agentry

Zac's Improvised poem beginning with the word "prove"

The group (Mark, Zac and James on this night) collaborated to compose a piece called Chasing fraud few share spoils. Procedure: one person types the other two improvise. Here is a recording of the improvisation wizard behind the composition curtain.

Hannah Silva ~ Panopticon

2011-08-07T06:00:00.000-04:00

Nicotine Suite (No.20)

2011-08-02T06:01:00.003-04:00

the stain at the base of the skyscraper
as object lesson. spoiler alert:
the master gets screwed. whatever
it is you are trying to say, Hegel has
already had something to say about it.
I'm late for the exculpation, gotta hock my
wariness and get game-faced. will
round two be a repeat of round one?
Caffeinated Leisure Magazine has
roadkill on the cover and a centerfold
diagram for all the laundry you've
been avoiding. I say "you" see, then
I say "we" see, then you vote for me
but I lose anyway when it is found out
that I read a book that time.

Christian Bök "Ubu Hubbub" (On behalf of George Bush)

2011-07-31T06:00:00.000-04:00

Nicotine Suite (No.19)

2011-07-29T06:01:00.004-04:00

next to me a life is being planned
"...& work for a really cool company
  and have a great house and car
  and be able to travel and have
  lots of vacation time and…"
there is a hole in my pocket
that can't be taken seriously.
somehow tweak your truths
seems to be the moral, color
me untimely, stay outside the lines
but the threat is from above.
core muscles are to prepositions
usage as what is to an oven
where all the burners are slanty
and even the racks inside?
  you're into abstract huh? is
still making me smile.

Nicotine Suite (No.18)

2011-07-26T06:01:00.004-04:00

every head is a thoroughfare
or at least a 4 way stop. my
machinery noise period, and yeah
that one that dropped, not much
happening to sustain the connotations
of "break-out session" though when
the young and innocent say "trippy
as fuck" maybe things are not
a total loss. should have bought
some bottled air and a packet of
silence, but there isn't time, the lights
have dimmed metaphor and the
podium is heated for the massacre.
is it a literary allusion if no one
knows the referent? Bowie's "maybe
I am from outer space" period with
Alabama plates & alligator jerky.

Paul Dutton: Audiovisual (sound po) talk, @ Artpool 1993 (detail)

2011-07-24T06:00:00.006-04:00

Sound performance by the Canadian sound artist, Paul DUTTON, a former member of the legendary Four Horsemen mouth band. Artpool, Budapest, 1993

http://artpool.hu/1993/930906_e.html

atlanta poets group

a poem for today

for all dual theys

a poem for today "getting to"

moving on to still be done

a poem for today "putting up"

a poem for today "taking back"

"to they talk decoding" from Clips of Desire (with audio)

"more sweeping cheek" from Clips of Desire (with audio)

"voices biting the tongue" from Clips of Desire (with audio)

"fat pink up on the top of" from Clips of Desire (with audio)

"other a voice" from Clips of Desire (with audio)

a poem for today

a poem for today

a poem for today

January 4, 2012 Meeting Recordings

a poem for today

a poem for today

a poem for today

a poem for today

a poem for today

a poem for today

a poem for today

a poem for today

a poem for today

a poem for today

a poem for today

a poem for today

a poem for today

a poem for today

a poem for today

Poet of the Week: German Lukomnikov

a poem for today

Poet of the Week: German Lukomnikov

a poem for today

Poet of the Week: German Lukomnikov

a poem for today

The latest Blue & Yellow Dog is out now

Jean Tinguely - Self Portrait

Another Hemisphere Records--an embrrassremeant off zaund p'moetreesest richat moobs mi do sae......

Russian Poet German Lukomnikov

Preliminary thoughts on the Combine Poem

A.P.G. Talent Show ~ The Gleejects

December 7, 2011 Meeting Recordings

Cloud Computing-- New from 3rdness Press

Combine No.3, rip it open and eat the flesh

John Cage about silence

website of David D'Agostino, our comrade in Colorado

November 30, 2011 Meeting Recordings

November 16, 2011 Meeting Recordings

Agung Podomoro Group, the biggest property company in Indonesia.

Joan La Barbara doing the alphabet

Great FOUR HORSEMEN clip!

Jaap Blonk Dada Vocal performance for 3Sat TV Show 2003

Fernandes APG-100 Guitar with GFS Crunchy Pat (Paf) pickups

November 9, 2011 Meeting Recordings

Paul Dutton performs Mercure (Mercury)

November 2, 2011 Meeting Recordings

APG Arabic Teacher

"Object Poems" show at 23Sandy Gallery, Portland Oregon

Kristin PrevalletBrooklyn, New York

October 26, 2011 Meeting Recordings

October 20, 2011 Meeting Recordings

Gatha for Pete Rose by the Jackson Mac Low Choir

APG - André-Philippe Gagnon

Sound poem by bpNichol, called "Incest Song", from the book Motherlove (1968)

APG's Barrage From The Garage-Volume 2 (5 Punk Garage Gems)

September 29, 2011 Meeting Recordings

Bruce Andrews @ The Holloway Series in Poetry

September 14, 2011 Meeting Recordings

Introducing the APG (Airsoft Pen Gun)

September 6, 2011 Meeting Recordings

August 31, 2011 Meeting Recordings

Frank O'Hara & Nirvana - Lana Turner Has Collapsed (Love Buzz)

August 24, 2011 Meeting Recordings

BLUE&YELLOWDOG FALL 2011 ISSUE 6: Featuring APG

How to Handle a Line Break: APG The Progression

"regarding a door" by David Antin

APG Dunk Tank 2006

August 17, 2011 Meeting Recordings

Kristin Prevallet
Brooklyn, New York