Just forget about the sound else we will talk about Niagara
Finish What Ya Started. For All To See. In Times Square. In Picadilly.
Notes on "I mean I hope your TV spots the weak links...“
"I mean I hope your TV spots the weak links...she handles all the transactions and scheduling all the parties and she launders the money through really bad artwork so she can sell a POS for a million dollars and...
Yeah he just said the two week links in this whole thing...he said marina Bromwich... I'm telling you that scam is a good scam that's a good scam the art scam is a good scam a great way to launder money…great for diplomatic traffick on brooms. It's cheap to make and after that it's just money."
Holy Wood MakeOver
For all to see
DO YOU, Mr. Jones
YOU FORGET SO EASY
via WFMU
Come and get it
YOU’RE GONNA WIN IT
Just Say No
Notes on Poem Glyphs at the Locomotive Loophole
Poem glyphs at the locomotive loophole
fuck you bull
free energy
eight seconds in four lines
short straw
on Van Helsing Drive
summoning crooners
Notes on BMI
Big Makeover Intact
feel the code names and numbers worldwide
because designers went all out
designers gave this latest an identical body
it's quite artful, I've now decided.
Oramira
Sowing seeds
miracles one hundred
They may be small
but they eventually bring
Real miracle word
the message
I have planted right where you are
lasting tree...
Pounds Enthusia
I'd like to come up with
words about us
architecture that awes
glorious pictures born of fire
come out and watch me burn
where there is passion
there is great living
something important inspires bewildered everything.
Travis Peak
Most preach about it
the in-in they talk about it
and age, or think so or talk so,
wording it manna in the wilderness
so soon some everyone would all say these things
they became them
they were tempted
of the road who woke up and announced:
from now on I will
be like the poet who wrote the rekindle
because you too proclaim life
(doesn't say it will be easy)
With Big Heart
took the twisted reed to the arena
it was no contest
he knew why he knew when
every part of his body he declared human
twisted reed could see her
and a new voice came, a smile, a new check-out girl
and love, later that day to find out her name
she came into him when he asked if he was better or more
he arrived at her door born walking because walking
was the sign shaking in the sun in early morning,
because walking with daylight would they rise
their feet quaking beneath.
…
Notes on SamanthaBeeWitched
Samantha bewitched resources of the future, fleshy ones worth a hell of a lot more than cocaine
and how many hanged, hollywood?
link in park: strawberry fields,
Shakespeare in the
Caesar salad sound garden,
an aria grande puffing nanodust
from mena to sugarland
with
Stephen kingpin
and governor butter
in a Chevy girl-band van
emblazoned:
dr. Syntax
a little dab of dawning
from the Pensacola soda pop star
(it was under the radar)
Notes on clark Gable
Notes on ARG
You eat you're eating ARG
augmented reality
artificial reality games
do you regard do you know have you seen scenes
created?
From scratch?
Keep going
Kingdom Of Not
Getting Free
Henry Miller
Air
Air - G.v.E.
Everything points to her
she has the same kind of exceptional perception
she recognizes him despite his mask
she tells him he shouldn't be there
she has no way to recognize him
EWS
Notes on 33 For Your Key Ring
You should know
knowing you should know and already do
dawning, undarking on wise minds
disco foil, drugs, the cornerstone story.
Action! Cut.
The rock lava tunnels are superconductive,
the streets alchemical recipes,
encoded philo stone in the think tank drunk
on tectonic phonics and contact languages
overstood by earthworms in symbolist daydreams,
entranced in fancy hues if you wait long enough
your nose will sniff out the ruse,
the masks drop everything and think.
Hear that heavy metal song racing,
hear that earbell lobe overwriting Control,
Newspeak, DoubleThink, forked tongues drugging
drinks, brainwashed by blacklight beasts...
...
Brion Gysin
Notes on Bags of Poetry
You have ten bags of poetry, broadsides, potions
So put the language where it appears out of sequence
And stop coming up w/ new meanings & substituting facts for feelings
To cover your ass.
Why not instead show some skin & & don't pretend
Why not at least bare the dirt sexy soles of yr feet (everybody win).
Are you in a film or in reality? Are you dreaming or just a dish in someone else's feast?