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yeah, I meant no harm despite my riposte. I've just been a bit perplexed. sent him an apology, here's hoping he'll accept it. Desmond, I'll watch that video once in my apartment, accompanied by the drunken ejaculations of my neighbours. (it surprises me how often Joyce uses that word in Portait of the Artist, usually he's more subtle; but then his language is pretty torrentuous in that novel, my version's back cover calls it his "most accessible". well, it's on to Ulysses next, which I loved last time I started, i.e. the 1st, and actually found MORE accessible than Portrait.) KS 2009/11/6 Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> > I'd agree with you, Kasper, but not knowing Angel, I might give him a > little slack & assume he was trying to be 'funny' (how often that fails). > And just let it go now. > > Hopefully > > Doug > > On 5-Nov-09, at 11:06 AM, kasper salonen wrote: > > oops, seems I contradicted myself about the attack part. that happens >> somtimes. >> >> 2009/11/5 kasper salonen <[log in to unmask]> >> >> also, I actually have an online friend called Kelson. that's weird. >>> but what is it you're trying to accomplish with this inflammatory phlegm? >>> is no one else seeing this? >>> how about cutting down on the puerile insults. if this is still about >>> that >>> reply I gave on some poem of yours a long time ago, then that's just sad. >>> if >>> it's about you just finding me repulsive or comical somehow, then the >>> least >>> you can do is realise that targeting me with this crap will in no way >>> alter >>> that state of affairs. I find YOU repulsive and comical, but I don't >>> fling >>> bizarre attacks at you because of it. >>> I'd just ignore your strange little games, but it's hard to do when you >>> have a name like 'Angel'. it's like I'm asking for more just to see >>> someone >>> called 'Angel' take flimsy little potshots at me. not fun, really, but >>> comical at least. >>> >>> KS >>> >>> 2009/11/5 Angel Marquez <[log in to unmask]> >>> >>> eat a bowl of dicks kelson >>>> >>>> >>>> On Thu, Nov 5, 2009 at 1:19 AM, kasper salonen <[log in to unmask]> >>>> wrote: >>>> >>>> haha, pretty awesome. nonsense at its most poetic, and really nothing >>>>> is >>>>> absolute nonsense in poetry because the mind shapes it in spite of >>>>> >>>> itself. >>>> >>>>> >>>>> KS >>>>> >>>>> 2009/11/5 Desmond Swords <[log in to unmask]> >>>>> >>>>> This Is But Our Quota (Part V) >>>>>> >>>>>> 'I' am the back-arched >>>>>> leading a little from the lip, >>>>>> >>>>>> a scenario arrived at via the possible >>>>>> scenarios arrived at, in cartoon bubbles, >>>>>> >>>>>> >>>>>> blaked warm lines strapped in bulbs >>>>>> here and there, not hard to sell, or win >>>>>> >>>>>> proclaim from the frozen backside; angels >>>>>> >>>>>> still in situ, about to sail, either shoulder >>>>>> ebbing with ill-informed cartoon bulbs, >>>>>> >>>>>> or bubbling within against my own bones. >>>>>> >>>>>> >>>>>> This Is But Our Quota (Part IV) >>>>>> >>>>>> ill-informed, but at least formal in dress, >>>>>> on the day a June dress getting longer >>>>>> >>>>>> and longer and nothing imminently there >>>>>> harmful or prescient, sugar too another >>>>>> >>>>>> multitude of aphoristic flex, stretched >>>>>> in order to get the palimpsest dose >>>>>> >>>>>> of in Roman aphorisms with hues of romance >>>>>> awash in the poem dark anger, trying to get >>>>>> >>>>>> participants some all-wear out of the p’s I >>>>>> donned within when poor little criminals, >>>>>> >>>>>> lyrically able, at the bottom of our Xmas card >>>>>> list on the precipice this nomenclature >>>>>> >>>>>> sitting here (in front of you) the prophetic >>>>>> neckline island tying not to notice, but a tune >>>>>> >>>>>> around a simple houseplant pointing finger >>>>>> glove box far down her blouse, you are aphids >>>>>> >>>>>> descent-seat none appreciate but the scop >>>>>> down song off her shoulder, totally, totally >>>>>> >>>>>> you obverse thin walk, long drive objective >>>>>> to write our name on your behalf, correspond >>>>>> >>>>>> dispel an unkind rumour of who isn’t in, or out >>>>>> to romance ther spirited beast, wild within >>>>>> >>>>>> where you need to go to join the required dots >>>>>> laboriously put together, assembled you are 'I' >>>>>> >>>>>> inversional ooking through the wrong colour >>>>>> in a right way, packing cheeky smiles in eyes >>>>>> >>>>>> your l is all on the wing of flight for, far out >>>>>> they’re your jewels, they’re where I left them >>>>>> >>>>>> there. >>>>>> >>>>>> Thanks very much, a great piece for making Write-Through with; which >>>>>> >>>>> is a >>>> >>>>> superior-flarf which avant-gardists would say: >>>>>> >>>>>> 'Hey, cool, that's free exchange, done because of a deep professional >>>>>> >>>>> love >>>>> >>>>>> for language in all its guises, straight or non-main, MS and NMS, both >>>>>> >>>>> out >>>>> >>>>>> tribes tied by one bore - you who is 'I'. >>>>>> >>>>>> >>>>> >>>> >>> >>> >> > Douglas Barbour > [log in to unmask] > > http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/ > > Latest books: > Continuations (with Sheila E Murphy) > http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=664 > Wednesdays' > > http://abovegroundpress.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-from-aboveground-press_10.html > > Good taste is as tiring as good company. > > Francis Picabia >