Thursday, December 21, 2006
Friday, December 08, 2006
chopstick texts
Mid Nutted
struck space may he to burst
as of ummf sigh you lume
slang to cv numb now
A
or
B S T
Crazed date on sun the game duct
a slip mix tune to half of slow
fog sights an origin
this left to nada
a just mean
I am
now drew
then salt
plan temp ark
of saffron
against
all lets mid nutted and lined off
Vers wrote pen burnt
said same vary brain sat
little as pin
travel far
sum un
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
reader to speaker part one
The reader recast as the speaker found the thread held firm. There was a congruous energy flowing between those places he occupied. Sometimes hidden by the image and silenced by the constant murmuring, it would none the less always return. Of this he was sure. And when the surface wasn't conspiring to obscure what could only reveal itself, there it was.
he had once lived in a apartment building on the third floor. His bedroom window overlooked his neighbors yard. All concrete apart from a patch of weeds to one side, it was the domain of the family dog. The dog would always get excited if it heard the back door open, it had learnt that this sometimes meant that it would receive a bone or some food scraps to break up its monotonous diet of dry dog biscuits that would regularly sit for hours or days in its bowl. Between these moments of excitement there was very little for the dog to entertain itself with in the back yard. So it would walk down the side path and sit at the gate that kept it from escaping out onto the street. There it would wait for its master to return from work or bark at the people walking their dogs in the street.
as it sat there a rat would poke its head out from a hole somewhere in the patch of weeds, checking to see the whereabouts of the dog. Satisfied that it was nowhere in sight the rat would run across the concrete yard to the dogs bowl, take one of the dog biscuits and return to its hole. During the time the reader lived in that apartment the rat grew progressively fatter. A month or two went by before the reader noticed that much smaller rats where now making the journey across the concrete to the dogs bowl.
he had once lived in a apartment building on the third floor. His bedroom window overlooked his neighbors yard. All concrete apart from a patch of weeds to one side, it was the domain of the family dog. The dog would always get excited if it heard the back door open, it had learnt that this sometimes meant that it would receive a bone or some food scraps to break up its monotonous diet of dry dog biscuits that would regularly sit for hours or days in its bowl. Between these moments of excitement there was very little for the dog to entertain itself with in the back yard. So it would walk down the side path and sit at the gate that kept it from escaping out onto the street. There it would wait for its master to return from work or bark at the people walking their dogs in the street.
as it sat there a rat would poke its head out from a hole somewhere in the patch of weeds, checking to see the whereabouts of the dog. Satisfied that it was nowhere in sight the rat would run across the concrete yard to the dogs bowl, take one of the dog biscuits and return to its hole. During the time the reader lived in that apartment the rat grew progressively fatter. A month or two went by before the reader noticed that much smaller rats where now making the journey across the concrete to the dogs bowl.
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