may crabapple

fake world


it's the thought that counts

revealing crabapple

slip

is my ego showing?

1st Reading in a While - 4/12

I'm reading with Tom Devaney this Saturday night, 12th April @ 8pm.

Chapterhouse Cafe & Gallery
620 S. 9th Street, Philadelphia

a little spring crabapple la la la

Critical Mass

reality is democratic

some crabapples from winter

real love


thanks for accommodating my reality




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identity crisis


too many options





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humanity for dummies


guerrilla lovefare







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life's gentle arc


event uality





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we're screaming on the inside

coprolalia trigger


"whatever you do, don't"

true moment in another day

momentum of obviousness


"what's the mystery club about?"

a true moment in my day

match or concentration

"what's that memory game called...?"







*thanks to joyce

strings abound

hidden messages 4 U


more where that came from

that's it

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i'm going to invent the first pocket Validator









in fact, i just did.




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lately i've been thinking

about what Niels Bohr said, reportedly in reponse to questions on the nature of language in 1920:

"We must be clear that when it comes to atoms, language can be used only as in poetry. The poet, too, is not nearly so concerned with describing facts as with creating images and establishing mental connections."

though it seems his point here is as much about our perception of materiality/corporeal/"deep reality" as [about] language - no there there until measured (interpreted/communicated) et cetera.

anyway, this goofy Borgesian notion crossed my mind - wouldn't it be a gas if my entire history, as i assume it, has been a direct result of or response to this statement.

"i'm not sure i know what i'm talking about" she sd. again.



**photo taken by one of my parents. both take credit. i once remembered but now i don't.

Allen Bramhall

i occasionally revisit Allen's work at The MAG from 2005 i find his fluidity inspired. here's some:
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SLIGHT

the crust remained vacant while tests screw the jar tight. sudden for any reason became a verb for new morass. sweet muddiness while waking against monsters referred to as structure. ah structure, muttered incoming Lenin, I have use in years as trusts. (this was where America dented the particle and felt front merge with back).







*check out his blog for more links to his work etc

Anita Roddick

Photo by Trevor Leighton


I just found out that one of the most inspiring, amazing people in the world, Anita Roddick, died on September 10th. Very sad to hear this. . .

You can read the NYTimes article here. or her full bio at AnitaRoddick.com. There's also an interesting interview with her in Satya.

Check out some great photos of her on Jacob Holdt's website here.



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crabapple # ___

potential

reconciliation w/demons

magnetic

more

there

here

now



must

crabapple # ?

so what


so we're all bumped up against the big bang

on the fire escape

F I R E

E S C A P E











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new link - 2003 phillysound fest at PENNSound w/emphasis on Pattie McCarthy

Tom Devaney just sent me the link to the 2003 PhillySound Festival recordings at the PENNSound website. lots of great listening here but MOST ESPECIALLY Pattie McCarthy's reading. A++ as always though I can never find her online recordings if there are more (please forward 2me if u spot any). read Anna Eyre's review of Verso here. get one of her books ASAP before they're gone!


here's something from Verso, one of the best books of poetry i've read, frankly ::



       nonesuch auguries, egads.
       we will have none of that.
       saying again this place is
       this, only moreso.
       here the air
       rises from beneath it
       seems & is heavy salty--
       whereas there the air is sharp,
       takes corners, comes around
       corners sharply.
       it hasn't rained for fourteen days. the birds
       have thwarted me & eaten the verbena seeds.
       I smell like a girl & tire of profundity.




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more,

assignment

a letter is a ratio









guillotine

weight off yr shoulders








decay

sweet surrender

a few more crabapples

sage & mugwort

smoking my sweetmeats









signage

frozen bee under brush








one day

as in someday








tevatron pinata

candy matter!