it's not a story anymore

in another theatre of the war, Joan Houlihan raises a banner. random access to delight? baloney!!! the Oulipo truncheon looks like a useful tool sometimes, or desperate at the end of all, such all as equates with boundary. but we need a few limits, and limits as well to what we call limits. except, really, there should be a definite within the cursory scan of indefinite pronouns working out their direction. in this theatre of war, too much depends on how so much depends on. red wheelbarrow indeed! Jack Spicer takes this moment to float past. very fine gesture. Emily Dickinson does the same. Houlihan obviously has defense in mind, in the patience of this theatre of war. Eliot Weinberger eats his telephone, eats it larger than life. Gertrude Stein can take a moment to play inspection. now Helen Vendler nods. her nods weigh more than several tons of better anthology greetings, tho tomorrow is another day. note the teeth of gleaming. are you getting all this, dear Friends and Favours??? but stalwart, look, Marjorie Perloff in textual non-compliance. this is the goods, the serum has arrived! Kent Johnsoncharters the only plane that will ever leave Illinois, had to change his name to do it. Ron Silliman and Jimmy Behrle reach the scene bloody but unbowed. sign autographs later, boys, there's work to do! Henry Gould sniffs out something. he puts a blank email before himself, ready to dilate the expanse in which poetry flows. poetry? now how did that come up? never mind. Harvard College has an engine in this. so too that club in Buffalo. the air is thick with whatever would be metaphorically appropriate at this juncture in our tale. Hannah Weiner can now walk thru a wall. Ludwig Wittgenstein is that wall, but only temporarily. a text appears on the battlefield, as if always there. but that's impossible, or at least impassable. Republicans wait 'out front' to discuss plans defining Poetry in terms we can all understand. "narrative's not gonna work" says Kent by way of entering the action. it's a long story but. where were you the night this day began?