Bits – 2002

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An Old Photo Everyone is part of the tease, automatic-climbing and moving along some ways, which aren’t real, they simply follow each “ohh.” Nothing’s ever there, but rain and the sound of a street lamp giving itself to a pedestrian. In The Lot Car Salesman 1: I’m talking about the loudspeakers of the 1920s. Car Salesman 2: (with urgency & running toward CS1) No! We’ve got to ... continue reading

Phy-d’eau – License of Intention for Liberty in Expression and Creativity

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A license designed to promote a continuing culture of free thinking and creative expression. It addresses human expression, largely through art practices, and applies specifically to the works produced by such practices. Note: After I saw the need and decided to write this in 2002, other licenses have emerged that enable a similar thing. I’m leaving this license online for the sake of anyone interested but I ... continue reading

Comparisons

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Through its fibrous October the sun commits last night's tides' gifts leftnot, for anyone. but take them as gifts you have yourself, ego--permanent self that cannot fade against a beach's unruliness. reflecting and haling ex and in the breadth and beginning of spoils, ego ticking off. --notice that when you handle a stone from the beach it loses its brightnes ... continue reading

A Crate of Telegraph Legacy

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from an old creaking store-front in a row of many others each stocked with man, woman, candy, and woven or wooden crafts. (of their own hands, probably) with faces, eager but friendly for seasonal sales and lugubrious lingerers. Back of each front, store doors swing in for haste. barterers' shelves, sturdily-built so that stores and supplies bemoan their differences, a cleaning bottle, damp ... continue reading

Taiwan Pink-Restaurant

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A mismatch sits windowside across from us. the man's agony, unspoken, Rests inside the clasp of his hands. Rude position in the public, pink place. but No rules for this. she (mirroring) orders - but silent toward his Crumpled posture: elephantine. Waiter not waiting, -they wait not moving. he at table, she at him exchanging blinks, both. she looks windowside they ... continue reading

Monster

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Blackberry covers overflood years emerging from creek bed side. soles, youth scuffle over waiting god-leaking Pebbles. Cyclical: Sun arcs Illusions: Fore given, forgetting pebbles A maze meant, but for the good of all of us leap into the arc, illusions. waiting for blackberries, that's not human not anymore. ... continue reading

Eavesdropping on the Roots of Sarcasm

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Dropping quarters on the Heads of the homeless, "Doesn't it look sunny in the city?" (the flesh can be torn so easily) or these two, "Is Taylor still a doctor there?" "Yes. Dr. Taylor." But, the most earnest thing happened outside, just outside Dream Fluff Doughnuts, slouched on his plastic, raving seat he'd, "Good morning." Plum ... continue reading

Before an Unexpected Camel Race

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One street, First for bars, old speakeasies - stuck thumb prints in modernity's Rust lipped bilge-boxes. Flappers burst into just as fast fleeting from world an apparition that presides once-in-awhile in a now come to excite this Late night sophisticates its inbred nullity, amid negative ion airlets (snuck from end of First) which möbius-moth their way through every do ... continue reading

Anonymously

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five men sitting in a red-orange room. vinyl creaks comfortably One - cleans wax out of an ear with a finger. Another's shoelace (that always does) comes untied. Another stares at garbage cans lining Tuesday's streets. Another puts eyes through a window, where air glistening heat surrounds a motorcycle. Another just leaves a chair empty. The waitress brings breakfast to the first. ... continue reading

Undone Unwant

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Out of the scorn of flush magnitude laughter, inflated like the Round gloss beetle backs whetted personality parts entropic stocks stacked for every wandering sucker enter do you need to impale sentimentality with charity? suck down your hoursdrain Salesmen fade edging unfamiliar material Out from their lives. ... continue reading

Solace

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winds blow it all away Surrounding an unworn soul, the country's insides siphon fluid structures... family, labor, desire and for no time, place. Listless leaves and pan blue come, nestle arm-like, bruise-trodden faces still gleaming against blows breathy embrace takes it away. ... continue reading