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Nico Vassilakis' new book, PROTRACTED TYPE, a collection of vispo, is coming out soon
from Blue Lion Press. Nico lives in Seattle where he works for Fantagraphics Books.
Karen Randall is an artist who works in the media of words, digital collage (both sound and visual), oil painting,
and letterpress printing/artist’s books. She is the daughter of an astrophysicist & grew up playing with primitive
computers, a very cool chemistry set from the 50s, building short wave radios and a telescope; she still loves to
geek out with things both digital and mechanical. Her texts can be found online at EOAGH, TEXTSOUND, and
COUNTERPATH ONLINE, printed matter include The Extruded Gilgamesh (a chapbook published by Peter
Ganick), and she recently read at the Poetry Project at St. Marks. Her artist's books have been collected by
numerous colleges, institutions and private collectors including the Library of Congress. Images of her work can
be seen on line at www.propolispress.com.
“These dreamer types” by Chris Piuma.
Reed Altemus's work has appeared in the following magazines since 2002:
Rampike (Canada), Offerta Speciale (Italy), Unarmed(USA), Open World (Serbia), Otoliths
(Australia), Lost & Found Times (USA), Boxon (France), SCORE (USA), Signal (Serbia), Blackbox (USA),
Moria (USA), Gestalten (USA), Blackbird (USA), Xtant (USA), fhole (Canada), Voce Piena (USA), Generator
(USA), Letter Founder (USA), Communicarte (Brazil), Miniature Forest (USA), Arnyekkotok (Hungary) , Big Ode
(Portugal), Wohnzimmer (Germany). In his spare time he enjoys ice cream and the Mekons.
Jim Leftwhich:
currently organizing and participating in fluxus-related events and exhibits in roanoke, va, usa
author of Dirt, Doubt, Sample Example, The Textasifsuch, Pulsing Swarms & Squiggly Diagonals, Myesis, Death Text, Shrimp Teeth, Trashpo
and Art Bang
collaborative works include Sound Dirt, with John M. Bennett, Acts, with John Crouse, iTopia, with Scott MacLeod, Telephone Poles, with
Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, and Shadowed Truth, with Andrew Topel
http://jimleftwichtextimagepoem.blogspot.com/
free doll inside – page one and two: -------Daniel f. Bradley
we say all we want is well-mannered whiny do-me queens accessorized with lick-spittle
every surface a resolve that i should become a student of coarse no one is ever arrested
in fact the number one too much television low self-esteem disappointing grades and poor
conjugal relations can just stop snowing any day now
go crazy with hunny hives and brains all that shit in her mouth with huge crops immortal
hearts witch never wish bloom barbie can do indescribable things
Let me start by introducing myself. I was 13; my sister was 14, this particular winter. As I
look back on it; the day I raped my mother for the first time, all those years ago, she got
exactly what she deserved. It had been 2 years since my husband died and left me alone
with a 13 year old son Alan and his older 17 year old brother Jake, Jake was staying home
and going to college locally. I must hurry and get this all down on paper before it's too late.
Hi there. My wife and I
got your love muscle sucked off by vatican officials keep it under wrap there are no
comments for this you can be the first to comment on this comment is moderated & does not
accept all posts are monitored and any comments found to be abusive or offensive become
so why not set yourself so flee
haven’t tried any manufactured fine latex sculpture of the goddess kali in pure gold strict
numbered edition baby spice sad oh say you didn’t kabal secret sign symbol gone wild dna
transforms next door reported that the house fucking disappeared
in an often overlooked perhaps even dull tweed-wearing realism romp through the valley
which take it up slowly glacial pace down from the summit up to the street barricades
my soul flushed blood betrayed thirst and low grade philosophies most comprehensive
morbid reflex erections dam debauchery uniquely handmade and crafted doll petite scarlet
doll unnamed voodoo on the morrow was passed the awful boundary between life felt not
deep
designed to give you instant gratification and a misdemeanor this uniquely eye ancient art
and guilty pleasure man eating chomping through our beloved simulacrum those not firmly
on the pulse of local news constantly malfunctioning majorly major ways this evening when
we jerked and slowed into a complete coma
would love match my barbie spoiler nothing sharp destroyed fair child murderer murderer
we’re famous and everyone thought our youngest daughter was adorable and a company
started making dolls to flattered you know what i mean by replica accents of wonder and
discovery and complete mimicry
had been married about 5 years when she confided to me one day that she and a friend
from high school use to explore each other's tits and kiss when they were younger. The
events in this are BASED on real events. It was a normal birthday for me. Bonnie decided
she had better meet with Tyler’s friend Jimmy; to be sure he wouldn’t reveal their secret.
Bonnie was a grandmother before she was 40. It was a Friday and my Mom had gone to bed
at about 7.30pm. Okay, I
need a she-wolf for all the occasions when big-dog isn’t enough till proclamations every scar
a star second name is nasty at times when men loving to taste the glories of horse oh cybele
generous cybele with children heavy with obedience to pfizer we stroll in the milkshake yard
chimpanzee hardcore mystic plays to the brilliant sunshine wrought havoc in teen autumn
wand dudes love each other and now i mean so what if they're slaughtering their infernal
society kill off all the men and women forced to join in
we all get a shitty variety of stupid devotees getting their heads shaved before they perform
in temple dedications or get to hockey camp spent shame felt days roaming her valleys
and we have certain games that he seems to have problems with and she was wanting
things that fall under moved in together eat together sleep together and wake up
much as i want to forget vampire text implosion main tarot insult of the submissive command
me and sometimes i completely accommodate a blurry photo and this sent me back to a
leave it to beaver type family stronghold of valium for all ages and wanks in the building
seven of swords goes for that kind of dick gig mirror arcana hot even for a second
Daniel F Bradley says
“ i live in Toronto with my girl friend and our child. i am listening to Ravel while i am work at my
day job.i have numerous books and such. i edit a little newsletter called fmachinery which prints
She drives
at a reckless speed
anything on a track
an excess of quarters
Can’t trust me
Chimney collapses
Pull it
Baby awake
Pull it
Chimney collapses
“ In all my poems I seek to create a tension between coincidence and the expectation of
sequence. The mind yearns to find meaning in the connections of things. Yet we ascribe meaning
only to a fraction of the coincidences that surround us. An earlier version of “Better an egg today
than a chicken tomorrow.” was first published in viviparous blenny, volume one, 2008. My poems
have appeared in various journals including Barrow Street, Diner and viviparous blenny. Many have
been posted on various Web sites. A letterpress edition of Portrait Sitters was published by Propolis
Press, 2007. Line Drawings was a finalist in the Center for Book Arts chapbook competition, New
York, 2007. Crayfish Tale, a book-length manuscript, was a finalist in the Colorado Prize for Poetry,
”
2005. I live in San Francisco and pursue my interest in poetry, art, and art history.
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genre detritus.
Karri Kokko (b. 1955) is a Finnish poet living in Helsinki, Finland. He has published several collections
of poems and works of conceptual writing. His next book, Töllötin, a recount of what he saw and
heard watching television during 99 sessions, will be out in June by ntamo.
A review of “T=I=D=Y language”
For Petra
of phantom songs
David-Baptiste Chirot b. lafayette, indiana, usa. grew up in vermont.lived & worked in arles & paris, france, wroclaw, poland,
hastveda, sweden,boston and milwaukee last 15 years. essays and 200 pieces at davidbaptistechirot.blogspot.com and google
search for essays, poetry, visual/sound/performance works and reviews and interviews. work has appeared in more than 70
journals in 14 countries, 6 anthologies, 7 books, 2 chapbooks and over 300 Visual Poetry and Mail Art exhibitions in countries the
world over. He works "with a profound faith in the found which is everywhere hidden in plain sight."
Michael Jacobson is a writer and artist from Minneapolis, Minnesota USA. He has two books
published: The Giant's Fence and Action Figures. Besides writing books , he curates The
New Post-Literate: A Gallery of Asemic Writing. Currently, he is busy dreaming up a new
book.
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