ply (v.) (n.)

jean vengua

Sat, 23 Oct 2010 01:11:29 -0700

Thanks to Curate for posting “Now I ask Myself.” I’d like to think it’s a...

Tue, 30 Jun 2009 19:09:20 -0700

Thanks to Curate for posting “Now I ask Myself.” I’d like to think it’s a reply to my reply, but I’m not sure if that’s what it is, exactly…

feeding frenzy

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 22:09:00 -0700

Reply to “Ur Gnomics” by Matt Hill, from Parataxis.

Buddha / Heraclitus

contemporaneously wondered about

being, or some such shit. Right, the stuff

under our feet. No, stuff we’re made of.

Stuff ever changing. It’s all in yr

comix. I like the tangled-up

part. Can you blame me?

Disporting in the woods, they

lose their way, and forget

the dispute. Something

magical out there at the horizon —

let’s eat it.

going somewhere: reply to waste management, marina, ca

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 21:24:00 -0700

going somewhere: reply to waste management, marina, ca

3. here

Sat, 16 Jun 2007 01:05:05 -0700

transparency

a text over lay

particles lit

intersection

fallen pieces,

a name a window into allegories of bodies

intent on strategies, dissembling the solids

”reality”

Photo

Sat, 16 Jun 2007 00:57:30 -0700

3. Now I ask myself

Mon, 14 May 2007 00:21:00 -0700

Am I polytextual? A serious question

if you are haunted.

phrases call out. They

are many.

They even

provide comfort

but

not for long.

Recalled, rehearsed

over and over again.

“Prepare to do

battle. ” So I ask myself —

Would it have come up

if I hadn’t read this book,

my boundaries

undone with a kiss (and

another book)?

“These things

frequently gather

and disperse. One word

so easily borders

upon another.” Did I

say that?

Other books are

“speaking”

to this book;

it’s getting noisy in here. Is this

a book?

The spines, side by side.

~~~~

Can I help it if “dominance,”

keeps inserting itself between pages?

For example, there are

interviews. The C___’s

lack of vanilla. Sawing

the wo-

man in half

Filipina vampires (no legs)

their hunger for

gravity

(read: texts? more than one?)

3.

Sat, 05 May 2007 09:58:57 -0700

“at the edge of the plural, almost raveling.”

self’s frayed ends

if only

you (they) knew

how easily it

slips

3.

Sun, 08 Apr 2007 22:58:00 -0700

imagine your self

a doll, perpetually

five. Repeating

motions, same flicker

of bright eyes looking left, right. She is afraid of dolls.

What does she see, looking into the mirror?

All zombie

encounters are

little deaths

then

Roy Baty

slowly

winding

down

an epic

love?

3.

Sun, 01 Apr 2007 08:59:00 -0700

your very own

personalized

zombie

koan:

whose teeth are these?

3.

Sat, 31 Mar 2007 12:07:15 -0700

keep returning to the paradigm,

shadows

occur

(meet)

under

a ledge

Soluble Census / Tom Beckett

Sat, 31 Mar 2007 09:18:52 -0700

Soluble Census / Tom Beckett:

See also: http://www.meritagepress.com/beckett.htm for a description of Tom Beckett’s book, Unprotected Texts.

3. Unprotected Texts / Tom Beckett

Sat, 31 Mar 2007 08:57:11 -0700

above the template, the word

body

i am

afraid (this is not

rhetorical

but recurring) how to read (to)

the undead

in whose crevices

anything can bloom ! ! !

What is attractive? This

returning to

a shadow where we meet all

ready

mapped

and folded?

and yet they are every

where lurching

Anything that recurs

is a shadow

ply these dry waters

Eileen Tabios

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 14:38:05 -0800

Eileen Tabios

"For fire to bloom a rosein the middle of an oceana boat must burnFor our pens to matethe red velvet..."

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 14:18:28 -0800

“For fire to bloom a rose
in the middle of an ocean
a boat must burn

For our pens to mate
the red velvet chair
in the dungeon must crash

For a steeple
to spiral across night sky
a man will lose a hand”

- Eileen Tabios, “Samba Pa Ti,” Silences: The Autobiography of Loss

Silences: the Autobiography of Loss.by Eileen Tabios. Cover by...

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 14:03:25 -0800

Silences: the Autobiography of Loss.

by Eileen Tabios. Cover by Jukka Pekka Kervinen

Okir

Wed, 07 Mar 2007 21:49:16 -0800

Okir