Peter, yours is a really a fine piece. Covers a vast span. Thanks, sheila
> > But, hey, was it just on your earphones or actually played on the
> > sound system there?
> >
> > Ken, do you have all those huge box sets too? I love the guy but
> > haven't gone that far....
> >
> > Doug
> > On 21-Aug-06, at 1:03 PM, Ken Wolman wrote:
> >
> > > That is a gorgeous thing, Andrew.
> > Douglas Barbour
> > 11655 - 72 Avenue NW
> > Edmonton Ab T6G 0B9
> > (780) 436 3320
> > http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/
> >
> > Latest book: Continuations (with Sheila E Murphy)
> > http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=664
> >
> > surely when they fell
> > it was into grace
> >
> > bpNichol
>
--
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
http://www.bam.com.au/andrew
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Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2006 08:11:18 +0800
From: andrew burke
Subject: Tu Fu
Here's a poem by Tu Fu (formally known as Du Fu) called 'Two Verses by the
Yellow River':
On the north bank of the Yellow River, west of the sea, is an army,
Hammered drums and sounded bells are heard beneath the sky.
The armoured horses cry out loud, I cannot tell their number,
The high-nosed tribe of Hu are moving in great numbers.
On the western bank of the Yellow River lies my own Sichuan,
It is my wish and duty to provide for my home, without millet.
I wish I could expel the horde in honour of my king,
And for one book or chariot I'd abandon gold and jade.
--
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
http://www.bam.com.au/andrew
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Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2006 18:40:25 -0700
From: Sheila Murphy
Subject: pre-snap
Andrew and Doug, Thanks for your nice comments. I love the ad lineup! Hilarious. There are linkages we've only dreamed about just ready to pop up everywhere!
"then again" . . . :) - thanks Doug! Sheila (writing a bit ahead of the official day of the snaps!)
POETRYETC automatic digest system
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There are 5 messages totalling 221 lines in this issue.
Topics of the day:
1. s's nap (3)
2. Li'l poem to Bill Evans (2)
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Date: Mon, 21 Aug 2006 22:35:59 -0700
From: Sheila Murphy
Subject: s's nap
breath (you realize)
caps off summer
in full
motion
"then again"
the flowers on
the threshold of
the prevalence of football
(footfalls) make woods
seem to
sing our way
not hours after
we fall
in line
of perfumed
leaves burning
sheila e. murphy
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Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2006 14:28:06 +0800
From: andrew burke
Subject: Re: s's nap
Sheila - I love it, and I must say it is enhanced even further by the
advertisements that are lined up, verse by verse, down the side by Google in
gmail:
Learn to Singn like a Pro
ProSoccer Jobs
Autumn Leaves Scrapbook
Get a Great Night Sleep
Line 'em up - they're priceless :-)
Who said advertising wasn't poetic?!
Andrew (ex-CD and copywriter)
On 22/08/06, Sheila Murphy wrote:
>
> breath (you realize)
> caps off summer
> in full
> motion
>
> "then again"
> the flowers on
> the threshold of
> the prevalence of football
>
> (footfalls) make woods
> seem to
> sing our way
> not hours after
>
> we fall
> in line
> of perfumed
> leaves burning
>
> sheila e. murphy
>
>
--
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
http://www.bam.com.au/andrew
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Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2006 08:11:16 -0600
From: Douglas Barbour
Subject: Re: Li'l poem to Bill Evans
Agreed, I enjoyed the turns of it too, Andrew.
But, hey, was it just on your earphones or actually played on the
sound system there?
Ken, do you have all those huge box sets too? I love the guy but
haven't gone that far....
Doug
On 21-Aug-06, at 1:03 PM, Ken Wolman wrote:
> That is a gorgeous thing, Andrew.
Douglas Barbour
11655 - 72 Avenue NW
Edmonton Ab T6G 0B9
(780) 436 3320
http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/
Latest book: Continuations (with Sheila E Murphy)
http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=664
surely when they fell
it was into grace
bpNichol
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Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2006 08:31:11 -0600
From: Douglas Barbour
Subject: Re: s's nap
s' snapped me right up, Sheila; I agree with Andrew, though I don't get
any ads...
& always there's the 'then again'....
Doug
On 21-Aug-06, at 11:35 PM, Sheila Murphy wrote:
> breath (you realize)
> caps off summer
> in full
> motion
>
> "then again"
> the flowers on
> the threshold of
> the prevalence of football
>
> (footfalls) make woods
> seem to
> sing our way
> not hours after
>
> we fall
> in line
> of perfumed
> leaves burning
>
> sheila e. murphy
>
>
>
Douglas Barbour
11655 - 72 Avenue NW
Edmonton Ab T6G 0B9
(780) 436 3320
http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/
Latest book: Continuations (with Sheila E Murphy)
http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=664
surely when they fell
it was into grace
bpNichol
-----------------------------
Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2006 15:00:13 +0000
From: Ken Wolman
Subject: Re: Li'l poem to Bill Evans
Nah, bought 'em one at a time. Damn. Another one with too little fortune--or smarts--to match the talent. Frankly I am tired to reading stories of Tortured Geniuses(TM) but I love hearing them play the piano.
ken
-------------- Original message --------------
From: Douglas Barbour
> Agreed, I enjoyed the turns of it too, Andrew.
>
> But, hey, was it just on your earphones or actually played on the
> sound system there?
>
> Ken, do you have all those huge box sets too? I love the guy but
> haven't gone that far....
>
> Doug
> On 21-Aug-06, at 1:03 PM, Ken Wolman wrote:
>
> > That is a gorgeous thing, Andrew.
> Douglas Barbour
> 11655 - 72 Avenue NW
> Edmonton Ab T6G 0B9
> (780) 436 3320
> http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/
>
> Latest book: Continuations (with Sheila E Murphy)
> http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=664
>
> surely when they fell
> it was into grace
>
> bpNichol
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Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2006 01:19:22 -0400
From: Peter Ciccariello
Subject: The Modern Landscape
The Modern Landscape
The modern landscape is a rectangle cut from the skin
The skin that covers the skeleton the studs the joists
The lintel the stone step the hearth
The modern landscape is the trapezoid of materiality that holds the vista
The smooth cup of the skull contains the vista interruptis that offers
The praxis of disruption between the fissure of signified and signifier
The prison of alienation commandeered the optic nerve as headquarters
Acuity compromised the blurring of borders the checkpoints of definition
The automobile windshield is the referent for the modern landscape
The modern landscape is the diaspora of iconography defining the moral value
of the sign
Iconography becomes the universal language when linguistic acuity is
sacrificed for expediency
The slice from the skin dreams of a rectangularity that can accommodate a
true vista
The panorama is measured from the top of the clavicle to the tip of the
middle finger
The landscape cannot be assimilated in this room of referentially in this
prison of habitat
Unsure of the effect of materiality on landscape one can only strive for
sanctuary
In the inner skin of harbor of levy of home of refuge
The false identity of prospect becomes the homogeneous entity of
a lexicon mutually incomprehensible to itself
The modern landscape will cut you loose you will see for yourself
The vista itself is hazardous the mimetic nature of vista is coming home
Coming home is the desire to cut the rectangle
Once again from the skin of habitat
-- Peter Ciccariello
Image - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
Word -http://poemsfromprovidence.blogspot.com/
Photography -http://uncommonvision.blogspot.com/
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Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2006 00:17:19 -0700
From: deborah russell
Subject: For The Moon . . .
For the Moon
The summer night is filled with uncharted ocean,
cawing crows and the aroma of coffee.
Nothing seems to faze the empty contents of
swarming tourists; exhaust fumes swirl in the night.
The air is heavy with music that drifts from bar to
bar like a sailor on a weekend pass.
The people travel like zombies, back and forth
smelling of sour sunscreen and lotion.
They move in unison - up and down the pavement
from sun up to sundown and into wee hours.
Not one stops to listen to the wail of the earth.
Under the street lights their smiles appear closer
than you think, though they remain distant,
miniscule and oblivious to everything around them.
But you=85 you stop for the moon, listen to widow
waves and watch the stars like lilies that bloom
only in the dark. You, whose only link with their
world is a faint memory of femininity; a Cinderella
face behind a sheet of store front glass, You, who
lives to exist and refuses to live in dreams of nothing
but the treasure of wilderness, You - who dreams
from the chrysalis; to follow the moon and listen
each sun rise for the crow of the rooster.
Deborah Russell, =A9 2006
http://authorsden.com/deborahrussell
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Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2006 18:49:50 +1000
From: Max Richards
Subject: melb winter morning
Melbourne Winter Morning
Our winter here
is not severe
and lasts less than
a quarter of a year.
Yet - spreading peanut butter
on her morning toast
before I take her tray to her,
I think, dream, image most
some future morning,
spring or early summer,
when we're out of here,
well down the coast road,
humming beside the cliff-
views of surf, ocean,
and blue Bass Strait...
curving down then to Lorne,
lucky town and long beach,
its pier where we've stood
astonished by a show-off whale
spouting for a holiday crowd.
The old evergreen shade trees
will be at their best,
and the young people at play
eye-catchingly undressed.
The well-stocked book exchange
will beckon invitingly,
and the rival ice-cream shops
advertising excitingly.
Winter mornings, the wife's
expecting that peanut-butter toast,
and the dogs by the bed drooling
for their tiny piece of crust.
And me in the cold kitchen
holding out for that slide
down the hill into Lorne,
the sun warm and the water wide.
Max Richards
Doncaster, Melbourne
Wednesday 23 August 2006
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Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2006 17:58:09 +0800
From: andrew burke
Subject: snap - The Syntax of their Hands
*Prose Poem =96 The Syntax of their Hands*
Two women, one Chinese and the other Australian, on a couch with nothing in
common between them but womanhood.
Two women, with needle and thread in hand, baby's clothes in the other,
repairing the wear and tear of night and day,
trading knowledge from one new culture to the next, ancient, of stitches an=
d
how to replace buttons with press-studs.
They fall silent and stitch, and the syntax of their hands says more than
tongues.
One stops and the other looks up.
'You want to sew the press-studs?' She holds them out to illustrate and
points to where three studs should go.
'Ah,' the other woman nods, 'ah.'
They swap sewing garments and smile and go back to sewing.
--=20
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
http://www.bam.com.au/andrew
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Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2006 11:03:21 +0100
From: wild honey press
Subject: Fw: New from Shearsman Books
Some very interesting new books from Shearsman.
R
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Subject: New from Shearsman Books
> [Apologies to anyone receiving more than one copy of this message]
>
> Reviews
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