Sirs or Madams,

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Also your pubic area specialization is not a hindrance to the successful execution of this transaction.

Confirm whether or not you are naked in this picture.

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Yours faithfully,

Mr.JAMES PETER

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only one death in Boston during the grand celebration of the Red Sox's victory in the ALCS. good work everyone! if the Sox win the Series, don't forget the matches!!!

begging your pardon but I must vent. Beth, one of my brothers and I took my father to a neurologist. just to get an official word on what we knew. a bit harrowing. not alzheimers, but dementia deriving from some mini strokes my father suffered some years ago. the doctor asked if dad had any children and he said no. for grandchildren, he named the three of us. dr gave my father a couple of 2-digit numbers to multiply. my father, who was an electrical engineer, worked at the problem earnestly. didn't get the answer right but had the process. watching him struggle was like seeing a dam say yes to more rain. he's going away, words are tricky, it's almost funny, how imprecise our living is, let alone our language. he's still here, I love him because I can't stop love, nights are long. do you ever wonder where your words go? you should start. my father was seven the last time the Red Sox won a World Series.

great picture of Arthur Rimbaud at Anny Ballardini's blog, as well as some of the young feller's poetry, both original and translated. the picture reminds me of Emily Dickinson portraits: there's a shitload more there than the surface niceness. I think of the older Rimbaud a little like the last image of the hero of The Magic Mountain (I stupidly can't think of the character's name) (yes I can: Hans Castorp), that ghostly soldier. I forget where I read that Rimbaud might've been, outside chance, an inspiration for Kurtz in "Heart of Darkness". gun runner, slaver, ex-poet making his way after eschewing poetry. and just to tangent further, I saw "Apocalypse Now" for the 1st time last summer. what a heap of malarkey. some nice moments, nice images, but criminy, what a potful. Brando was just plain silly, didn't anyone else notice? but anyway, good of the other AB to pour a flowing flagon of Rimbaudian brew. like Stein, Rimbaud did what the post-moderns thought they invented.

Erin's reading Flatland, the 19th century book about a 2-dimensional world. makes me think of Curtis Faville and his life in the comments boxes on Ron Silliman's blog. the life of Comments Box Curtis brings some philosophic qustions to mind. I mean besides what the hell's going on in his life. he lives dependent on Ron's whim. if Cuetis desires to go forward, he must wait until Ron posts. if Ron doesn't post, Curtis cannot go forward. think on that a moment. he can go backwards, but where's the thrill there? when traveling, Ron's posts become sporadic and usually, being on the fly, not offering a lot of commentary potential. howevet, for Curtis, I suppose it's a matter of any box in a storm. how many dimensions does Curtis live in? I might say 2, and I might say one. I dunno for sure. he 'saw' the picture of CD Wright that Ron posted a while back. is that seeing the same as mine, with the optical nerve and all? or is it more like a paramecium? I think more study should be made of Curtis of the Comments Box.

DR MATHS

DR.MATHS ADADA
PROJECT MANAGER
NIGERIA NATIONAL PETROLEUM CORPORATION
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I know I hadn't ought to make bold statements such as below, but I guess it is okay to be carried by what one does, and to recognize that one has put an effort in. it's not a matter of comparatives and superlatives. I am not a wunderkind but someone who took a long time finding a way to write that belongs to my life, not to my favourite writer's. we're all on different schedules. I'm 52 and will be receiving my BA in the mail next week. only took 34 years. I'm a little embarrassed that I've piped up my thoughts on praxis amidst people like Henry and Jonathan, for everything I attempt in that arena is a labour for me, and they obviously are much better spoken than am I. and yet I am not embarrassed by my work, not my poetry, not even this silly blog. truth to say, I am writing what I want to read. not all of what I want to read, of course, butI feel like I make earnest steps in the right direction. apologia sua writing vita.

shit! I'll match my million poems with anyone's:

R/ckets & S/entries

Trade Station

and seriously speaking, my poetics is mainly voiced in my persistance. I haven't asked for 'your love' tho maybe I would like it.

"Reading as a means of control. “Don’t look back.” To which Satchel Paige add’d: “Something might be gaining on you.” Isn’t reading the thing without social constraint? The most free and freewheeling thing? The way the doors of one book empty one into another, or several others, in uncontrol’d and uncontrollable succession? To make it a need or a duty, or tack on a programmatic hindrance like “coverage”? Fishy."-- John Latta, as of 10/20/04. and don't eat fried foods that angry up the stomach. I agree, 'the way the doors of one book empty one into another'. which, as I type that out, as an odd image, with the sense of books being containers for the reader. to keep up with it all is impossible, and I would rather run to my excitements as much as possible.

god, I shall have to write about the Red Sox. I don't mind saying that I gave up on them. I gave up on the when they blew their lead early in the season and NY took over. I gave up on them later when they got spanked in NY. I gave up on them when they lost the 1st play off game. I gave up even more on them when they got blown out. I am sure I gave up on them on numerous other occasions, speaking just this season, but have forgotten the reason. I suspect I will give up on them plenty more times in the days and years to come. for sure I will give up on them when the NL entry scores its 1st run. I went to bed each night before the games ended, ready to give up on them as needed. howbeit, night before last I woke at 2:00 and had to get online to find out if unthinkably the Sox managed to tie the series. it's exciting. I can't wait to read the paper. last night it was 2-0. I took the dog out, an emergency, and returned just after Damon hit the grand slam. I finished up the dishes later and came back to have missed Damon's 2-run shot. in sooth, I hate getting caught up in this. sports is a sink hole. especially baseball, as you can watch an entire game thinking you'll just watch the next 1/2 inning. sadly, I haven't the energy or commitment to go into Boston and help trash Kenmore Square. am I bereft of spirit?

and what I really answered was that poetics is a schtick. Jonathan's phrase gives me pause, as I don't see poets actually following their poetics but leading it. a schtick is poetics, perhaps. a bold, variously dramatic statement of post facto intent. not inappropriate to take seriously, however.

A schtick is not a poetics. I don't know if this is true, and I am not being flippant. what is a poetics? is it descriptive, predictive, prescriptive or even proscriptive? does one fashion a poetics then fit one's work into that? I don't think so, or not usefully. that process sounds bass ackwards. I think the process is more like water finding its own level. one finds what it is one must and will write. the poetics becomes a description, even an apologia for the writing one has done. people start out wanting to write poem. not apoem such and usch, a poem. I think a lot of retrofitting occurs as one defines one's poetics. I think poetics has a lot of just keeping busy while one is not writing. it is a bit of song and dance. and having said that, I also find poetics discussions useful for the energy that they often offer.

Silliman writes of his enormous collection of contemporary chapbooks, 7' of them. I have perhaps 3', which seems like scads. I wonder how many of them he reads for pleasure, how many for use, and how many just to be up on things. that last category is the least interesting to me, tho I don't suggest that it can't be highly interesting and useful for Silliman. personally, I find the category of Poetry limiting. that is, the issues concerning poetry as poetry--I mean poetry qua poetry--seem unbearably stuck in time, id est popular tastes. you know, where once it was Romantic poetry, or Beat, now LANGUAGE is the beat. I would sooner see the categories washed away. when other times and cultures are considered, the newness of the contemporary new seems a lot less new. I'm not debunking contemporary work, just see it as part of a larger concern of writing. I mean, what the hell IS a failed poet (however frivolously that term may have been wielded)? unpublished? unread? incompetent? I think a failed poet is one who doesn't write. if a poet feels that he or she does what is given to him or her, I think the term failure can't be used. not to say I have to like that work.

1st thing I noticed with Tim Peterson's Faux/e book, Trinkets Mashed into a Blender: a steady narrative push. I like narrative. a conjunction that Jeff Harrison and I discovered, that keeps us piling up a collaboration together, consists of a strong interest in narrative. I believe (and I've written this before) that the strong novels of this I guess it's still a post modern era have something to offer poets. the Romantics were pretty narrative strong as well, especially Byron. reading Tim's poems, one notes a story there. and yet the story isn't the point. more important is the structure of story, the container for the thing contained. well, I think so me. it's not the facts that interest but the impulse behind them. Tim appears to use cut up some, which confounds the reader's urge to clutch the narrative thread, as a life for him/herself to live. Tim's not writing soap opera. I think of Ashbery's poem "Idaho". also the novel Ashbery and Schuyler wrote together, A Nest of Ninnies, a book that I totally love. a novel without character development and without plot. therr is a lyrical voice here but Tim doesn't rely on it. these are my 1st impressions.

Open Office word processor has a feature of finishing your typing. type a few letters and it suggests the word you intend. if it's the one you want, you hit enter. will take a bit to learn to use the technique. I'll have to randomly apply it sometime, take whatever word comes up. a similar method is to run spell check and accept words randomly. I find such techniques fun to use occasionally but there's probably more to the post-modern world (not that I am much acquainted with the post=modern world: where is it exactly?) than such tricks. that is to say, dependence on such methods seems limited.

reading some Oliver Sacks, John Dewey, Faux/e chaps and so on, in case you wondered.

I found Open Office, which being a suite of office programs, like unto Microsoft's. only free. maybe, with dial up, you'd prefer to pay a little for the cr-rom. still... is smaller than Mircrosoft version (likewise file sizes are), is compatible with Mircrosoft files. the internet economy still baffles me, but apparently it can make some people rich, like those nice Google boys. and here's another alternative to Msoft.

Tim Peterson has an ebook by way of Faux/e, to go with those recently by Joe Elliot and Christina Strong. I have not read any of them well enough to blurt grandly, but I like what I've read in all of them. I like the visual appeal of these works, of the typography. this is serious publication, just in case you thought online can't be.

speaking of librarians, aside from Henry Gould, I know John M Bennett ranks in that class, and Ivan Argüelles ranks in the ex-librarian class. I think there are other notable literary customers out there of the librarian persuasion. one of Winston Churchill's good lines is in reply to some Lady Astor type, who said she always treated her inferiours well. Winnie asked: where do you find any?