Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Good one on the eye of the tiger...

judih - i'm bewildered too - in fact, can't remember a time i wasn't - i call it "normal"

Thx, Steve

. . . up past midnight fucking with words . . .

the absolutely ponderosa - Indian fable
Indians damaged to Lily about
who yelled past! & flaps?
runes & goods aborted - no returns
global affinities with foundations of nude tides
as in flashback & fish forward

well, my little box is full
all the toys tucked in
little sister smiles remembering her father's motorcycle

Languages of description may need to change under pressure of new angles of inquiry into how complex interrelationships make sense. (And vice versa as well.)

Joan Retallack

i love that kind of talk - fuck yeah, baby -

non L7
a little crook-ed
a horse is a horse
jam is a jam
all is sticky
when minced
'specially words

i brush my teeth a couple times a week
used to do it every day like i was told
but these days it's a wonder that
i can find my own skull
more than twice a week - & it's too much work
yessir that's my limit

Thx, Wireman

If you get killed out here you got a lot to worry about

Yak - bike messenger, NYC

i'm eating out of the blue bowl tonight
the one with the chip on the rim
the woman is sleeping
so is the dog at the foot of her bed

i ain't heard the coyotes yet
or any owls

i've clocked some weird shit lately
this place ain't exactly neverneverland
more like oz on the halfshell
the sheriff's department recently renewed their search
for the bones of a dead girl
missing now twenty years

no luck in that
& the heat is on

tender is the night
fast and sleek
slipping thru my dreams
i think of her
wonder why
stayed too long
did the did
cashed it in
sojourn in the hood
tagged wire
heard the same stories
on barstools
night upon tender night
cant stand no mo
endless progression
only the players change
i ask them why worry
bout the uncontrollables
they have no choice
cept to shake their heads
all u can do is laugh
grab a girl n dance
ride a bike till the sun dont shine.....

yeah, Wireman, after awhile all the stories lose their charm - nobody's fault - just the way it is - was over on litkicks archives this evening - damn do i miss that place - i mean really miss that place - i'm thankful for the Studio here but ... yeah, but ... the posts seem so damn isolated or something here - no threads running down the page - no words inspired by others bubbling away in your head - no damn flow - i miss that fucking flow - anyways, i copied one small portion of a thread - i didn't fuck with it in any way,shape, or form - this is it just as it was - this was just some of all of us having a ball over words - enjoy ...

dull dull dull
null ...
smoking guns hitchin a ride
fleet of endoskeletal music boxes
futile answers Your Machete, Dr. Thompson
yellow teeth and hair
yo ... yoo
wassup?
thought you might like this carl, wrote it a little while ago
ahhh

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everybody being together there on the page - it made for an energy - a living thing everybody together made this being and it would spark you - lift you up -
carry you along - you could not but help writing poetry - it would rise up & from your keyboard straight to the zeros & ones - the place was on fire with it - i've never found another place like it anywhere -

i am glad & thankful i was part of it - i would that it was again -

well, the day has wore on - or got on - i ain't done much 'cept turn the heater on - and made toast & coffee - leaves are falling - koo-koo-e-choo - Mongolians are deathly afraid of leprosy -
Genghis Khan had sex with so many women not only for the pleasure but to get them pregnant in an attempt to have as many children as possible as insurance that should a leprosy breakout occur his genes would be sure to get past it - it's funny when you think about the things that will capture your attention - I'm always making notes on this - 3:03 p.m. -

hell yeah mongolia!
a horde of genghis's
ridin the plains
singin out of this
world blues tunes
throat singing
on space guitars
leavin a piece of themselves
behind.....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6u_3WMPQzdM

... and then some -

the rain has kept me in & my reward from youtube for my captivity is finding new things like this to listen to - I have to get an ipod of my own - I discovered from the other day that my bike likes music & I like my bike - I love it when musicians get into grooves like this and just work work work it out -

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bFDJdqCNVQU