Welsh Fact

Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch

means

"Saint Mary’s Church in the hollow
of the white hazel near the rapid whirlpool
and the Church of Saint Tysilio
of the red cave"

Fleshy Occlusion-Abstractions

Your Diagnosis:

"You have a poetic sensibility and an ability to see beyond the day to day. You often seem to be living in a higher realm, or to be not-of-this-earth. Occasionally you imagine interior lives for friends and associates that are near-complete fabrications based on your fears or hopes for the future. You are often not aware of your own feelings. You have a strong sense of right and wrong, and because of this are often disappointed. Despite what can sometimes be a destructive inward-turning anger, you are very gentle. You are sometimes a bit out of touch with the ebb and flow of modern life. If your behavior is out of synch with your moral values, a severe psychic disturbance can result. Because connectivity is so important to you, you can become quiet and sulky if you feel that others around do not understand your point of view."

-from: http://www.hypnoid.com/psytest2.html

Light Work

Exerting up to 20 pounds of force occasionally and/or up to 10 pounds of force frequently, and/or a negligible amount of force constantly to move objects. Even though weight lifted may be negligible, it may be rated light work if frequent walking and/or standing is required.

Stills

Stray Notes Re. American Pugilism

1.
Two months before
I came into the world
Larry Holmes weathered
Ken Norton's blows
and thus beat him.

2.
When I was about one
month old Muhammed Ali
persevered and scrapped
to overcome skinny-looking
Leon Spinks, who had won
their first contest.

3.
Remember Charles Bronson's
busted hands in "Kid
Galahad," where the King

breaks into a quivering
song about home before

knocking out Sugar Boy
Romero and getting the girl?

Micro-Tectonics Diagram

Tiny Glacier Lesson

Allegory of Collaborative Passivity

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Three Moons

Healthy Iconoclasm

That we revel in
trappings of seeming

constraint, ebb-drawn,
wants hem-strung

ordinance: expect
oration minims and

bit-tongue reserve---
brushes lightly

against, wants hem
heave hush

The radio talk this morning
was of obliterating
the world

I notice fruit flies rise
from the rind
of the recommended
melon

- Lorine Niedecker

Three Texts

Popcorn-can cover
screwed to the wall
over a hole
.........so the cold
can't mouse in

- Lorine Niedecker

Auspix & Omen

Night Depository

The reenactment
showed the citizens

were sitting ducks, done-in

by the pyroclastic flows

In the blink of a cowering
eye, fallout of a drastic

miscue, one of many
ways to go

///

Came lymphing down
the home-stretch,

She put us through paces,
Shaker woodwork
and shape-note singing
or call-and-response
endurance anthems:

Troubleshot with
dyspnea, waived and
wavering in cold, star-
less blue curtains

A ways to go

The Quickening
not yet arrived

"There are [still] many
species of biting flies"

And the night hedges
maybe after every
seeming yes or no

Typos (Tropos)

S O D D Y
I N F E R
STRUCTR

Holiday Throw Sale!

["Laminated Holy
Cards" & rebar wrapped
in tinsel]

There we were
talking the talk

A pre-fab funicular
version, then re-

tooled effort-
lessnesses: the-who-

&-the-what tidings
["wound"]---Blown glass
& iron ingots

had MARKED THE
SPACE, traversing
the brain-blood barrier

Tagging the toxic
plaques, we talk---So what

If it all merely hangs
together:

[Memos, displaced
but deputized

The Marked Space
Blues]

THE MOON IS THE NUMBER 18, by Charles Olson

is a monstrance,
the blue dogs bay,
and the son sits,
grieving

is a grinning god, is
the mouth of, is
the dripping moon

while in the tower the cat
preens
and all motion
is a crab

and there is nothing he can do but what they do, watch
the face of waters, and fire

The blue dogs paw,
lick the droppings, dew
or blood, whatever
results are. And night,
the crab, rays round
attentive as the cat to catch
human sound

The blue dogs rue,
as he does, as he would howl, confronting
the wind which rocks what was her, while prayers
striate the snow, words blow
as questions cross fast, fast
as flames, as flames form, melt
along any darkness

Birth is an instance as is host, namely, death

The moon has no air

In the red tower
in that tower where she also sat
in that particular tower where watching & moving
are,
there,
there where what triumph there is, is: there
is all substance, all creature
all there is against the dirty moon, against
number, image, sortilege---

alone with cat & crab,
and sound is, is, his
conjecture

Diptych w/ Pink Accents

A vacation

is a movement---
fevered or forlorn

lunge---to do

away with & evacuate
the premises, that

is, the clotted

tiresome assump-
tions one's days have

come to consist

of, not some place
or other.

Wash those
greens more

vigorously, they
can take it
...

(We might go
by new names

or travel under
them)

Scenery

I always eagerly search
the index of a new book
to find a name I cherish,
and then I go to the last
page on which that name
is mentioned to see what
memorable thing might
have happened at that
vanishing point.
...

A woman's body, cropped at the shins and seen in profile, leans to the left,
that is, forward. She may or may not be falling, and her slack face suggests
either sleepiness or the thrall of some sedative. A man stands right of her.
He is dressed in a tailored-looking suit. His arm is extended out toward the
woman, almost touching the small of her back, though if she is falling, it does
not seem likely that he will have any real chance of catching her. The woman
appears to be wearing the man's beige rain-coat. It is oddly draped, hiding
her body. The still-frame fades smoothly in and out, according to a precise,
automated sine-wave pulse: the image surfaces from the darkness, slides
across, on a temporal curve, an apex-point of brightness, and then immed-
iately becomes subject to a steady dousing. Correspondingly, the screen is
only caught in total blackness for an incalculable moment before the illumi-
nated forms emerge again. The moment fades in and out like that, for hours.
...

(In any event
if an object sees action
it under-
goes some portion of
said event.)