Sunday, April 28, 2013

Elephanational Pwoermd Riding Monster 28




normale

thememes

elephantom

sususususurration

poetryst




Saturday, April 27, 2013

Hinterlandtional Pwoermd Raiding Mist 27


rest:art

humanimist

humanymist

huemany

humminganist


*



thounds of þilence & þibilence



*

Beyond Erasure



I was thinking about what was the next stage of erasure texts and/or blank texts. And thought of silent letters and those letters that are not pronounced (eg. the second f in daffodil.) 

So I took Wordsworth's "Daffodils" and erased all the letters and punctuation and physically cut out the silent letters. So silent even the paper can't pronounce them.

The first image is the silent letters marked as black rectangles. The second is the cut-outs. (I accidentally  inverted the image.)

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Shakespeare: Supreme Masterpiece and Proof Definitive by Pierre Henrion


This truly remarkable pamphlet explains through definitive and supreme analysis that Francis Bacon wrote Shakespeare. Or that Pierre Henrion is a master visual poet and Kabbalist-style reader. (The English text appears also in French, but it has not been scanned here.)












Ampersonational Pwoermd Robing Minx 22-23


ʼn-“n’t”'s 

’m’rsa’nd 

 innersand 

 ampersonation 

 ampersound 


 anpersamd 

 &mpers&d

&personator


ambersand

&

amdersanp





Sunday, April 21, 2013

Enfinationationationational Pwoermd Whiting Monk 21



infinight


enfinity


unfinity

profinity

skyrie

kyrie elision



Friday, April 19, 2013

inner national pwoisonerd moonbeam 19



heart[sic]


Idiot savant-garde


xxxoooxxx


Ggod


nounmenon


mu(sic)




un&less


heardattack



artvark


tubercool



wingfall





animinimal





aniniminimal


ininimicable



ininimitable 


inminimall



*










HEALING MACHINE






Nightingales' notebooks seem like lanterns and express a variety of sentiments of adoration and lumber. The parrot, mainframe, jackdaw, jailer, jerk, trailer and bullfinch. The parson, jack-in-the-box, jazz, statistic, and bullock and the exquisite little canary, the pupil of my friend Mrs. H------. The mainland, jalopy, jerkin, stationer, and bumble. The poet, indeed, not only of its misquotes, but of statesmen and canoes.  The war bled its words. The wonderful quiet of Prince Maurice of the Cemetery, that responsed almost rationally to promiscuous questions. Granite then, this falcon of merger, this failure of mend, it is clear matters may dream; and may I mouth the shoreline.

We have heard these night-sleeves while the cage was asleep, the same weal we sometimes utter in our birthmarks, a circumstance where, ”Dreams their teeth repeat.'

We have observed these nimbus-sorrows, driftwood birds, sunburn and superstar. On the night of the 6th April, 1811, about ten o'clock, trench warfare was heard in the garden going through its usual song more than a dozen times very faintly, but distinctly enough to be stabilized. The nightshirt was colleague and frosty, but might it not be that the mutiny was dreaming of sunbonnet and superpower? Aristotle, indeed, proposes quiet.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Centernagonal Pwoermd Reckoning Manx 16

Impertinenantional Pwoermd Scribing Musth 7-15



designature

solemnemonic

asole

knowledgnomic

psalomn

salmonuminous

salmonophony

psalmon

eeyeeyeeyore

æiæio.

laughoti

otionwaves

th2oughoti

th2ought

thoughoti

lighghghoti

demoticondemn

stonement

phewphangled

oulipwoermd

charactor

wordinance

wordnance

wordance

songtoadodgical

forcedthought

pineforced

thoughthguoht

throughuthguoht

postpwoermd

languescape

landescape

lexicontinent

landscrap

landscrape

landreading

writonguage


HAMMER




nothing
to hammer

nothing
to hammer

nothing
to hammer

nothing to
hammer

nothing to
hammer

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Because Birds






we keep history in trees
and breathing


a computer written
by the ocean


or the wind
by the sea


all songs thought
the perfect thought


a hole in something
what a card trick does to fingers


the mouth a synagogue
filled with bread and doubt


shadows because hands
because birds


Tuesday, April 02, 2013

Einsteinational Pwoermd Ripening Manse 2



for a.rawlings



My thoughts and seeing of the environment around me, I must say, have lately been mediated & inspired by the languageye of a.rawlings' liberty-Gibberish land-non-escapes, her landreadings and lexicontinental riffs. So, this poem, dedicated to angelanguage rawlinguages. Some Hamiltonontariomoss and timespace energy=mutter.