bpnichol nom) "our energy lives on mingles with the stones & trees we create mysteries each time we breathe" 051027 ... andru235 ha! i knew it. 051027 ... z see: the_singing_of_stones 051027 ... nom) yes. 051027 ... andru235 keep it comin', nom and z, i'm liking this. 051028 ... nom) "you were such a stupid little fucker nailed your hands upon the cross you bore up & down the streets tearing your clothes in joy in grief" 051028 ... nom) The Martyrology, bpNichol www.chbooks.com/online/martyrology/ . 051028 ... nom) "crossing over the trick is not to get your clothes wet the trick is if you get your clothes wet to make it poetry" 051028 ... nom) "if there is a land which is the mind it is as brown as earth & cool there somewhere i know there are streams that flow clearly carry the memories to me peace as in a postcard of that place so brightly real you can't believe that it exists" 051028 ... nom) "everything bends toward this moment" 051028 ... nom) "a future music moves now to be written" 051028 ... nom) "in the dressingroom he removes his make-up the huge smile & blue hair evaporate the red paint on his face is streaked & bare he rests his head in his hands & doesn't care the sea moves in upon the tents then stops despair is not an ocean it is a sea you walk upon till your feet are sore" 051028 ... nom) "i was always too successful at disguises knew which mask to wear & where pulled on my prose & clothes each morning stepped out of the bed onto the bare floor" 051028 ... nom) "dear funny paper i write upon" 051028 ... nom) "it is the soft green growing things a world apart pressing out of the earth into the heart words that bridge the distances between our separate ears" 051028 ... nom) "what's a poem like you doing in a poem like this?" 051028 ... nom) more from me and bp another day) 051028 ... andru235 sometimes i feel like many of us (humans) are beautiful but misplaced poems 051028 ... zeke shine the water is curved and under the curve it forms to the stones which are buoyed just a little in the drift of it's passage and small things crowd past all resonant and ringing to the rage and rattle of cronos and his vast and subtle armies while the minutes drift on and the seconds tick tick overlapping in the eddies and pools of slow_tick_erosion and stops 051104 ... nom i ended up paying over ten bucks in late fees at the library 060124 ... nom haven't read in a while 061028 ... nom i just started rereading and reading again 070429 what's it to you? who go blather from