La Feria

cloud wind

cloud wind

particular layering of mortal

cross the abstorica blackest

words in the sentence center’s

smoking typewriter enigma

,backwards transformed again

ancient beginning in the zip

zoot suit ,required enamel my

sterious pyramid dressing

the archaic bog  )speed of

sweaty light(  lurking

plastic convulsions in a

single syllable blink shots

,the old library dimmer mirror

,socks ,floating flares in the

glass rooms stare at

“everything” ,eyes brooms

naked spaces in the

meat flushed tomb

stone’s anti-market base

ment update leading no

where ,spiral fetish in

sight motion’s sock ecosystem

your smutty clouds raving

sex secret convul sions

hermetic window reversible

analogies homemade loaf

coiled in the hour’s hungry

reductive games ,a

silent automobile matching

face stories sp lit a

wareness for the shadows’

aspirin closed groups glossy

tongues the next corner o

ver :complicit experiential

moaning in the lake’s pers

onal mud a page or

exotic labor ,identities

diving off the needle’s

class liberation labobroken

skirt dot dot dot for a

few...  “episode is epis

ode” rose door vastness

What I mumbled through Jim Leftwich’s

Six Months Aint No Sentence, Book 49, 2013;

& Ivan Argüelles’ “farther up the road”,

“LSD”, and “SHAKTI”, 2013

mundo

“each” it nunc  .t one

f lack I sp read out

side the sweaty man

sion where un frac un

lac une assiette me de

letreaban the end of

daze  ...it was sh

aking back the ,ladder

clod ,mute fork ,b

uns s ack...  ))inner neck

your flog watch((

where my murdered toe...

never floundered at the

door  .

  

...une assiette que devint son miroir...

- René Char 

ruta

nunca fonéticos ,mis pedos ,p

ido fuete para calmarme

las tripas un lente  .rumor

de tuerca absconded in yr

pillow with the charred

TV remote  )yr sausage(

a flaked beef bowl ,naide

habla  .inesencia ,flu

ttering antacid pill and yr

ball cap steak ,pito ,pen

dejo mío - que te re

galé con mi dedo de

gollado

  

...vaine et monotone ligne.

- Stéphane Mallarmé

used lunch

fucking flog water ,eh

,molt ,pine a head the

sinking b rain  .shoes ‘n

b read yr floaty ex e

jection was saw ,my

p late c loud its fool ig

snore boiling you  .just

nod out and finger

peas ,giggling round the

hamster c age  .your

effort farting in the

soup

  

...reptile inviolé...

- Stéphane Mallarmé

now

“inch” duck flabber lick

the phone  ng ng ng  yr

noose blob “le frisson de ma

nudité” )dit Stéphane( just

agiggly-like ,ralphing

through the chicken aisle

.Snakes and toilet paper !

)lean into the fog(  a

)brush gleams with snot

yr(  omphalos fulla cat

sup )))))how’d I find this

towel ?

  

This will explain.

- Blaster Al Ackerman

pole, mud

utilitarianism

roller shirking ,sh

irk and shriek ,nor

marbles turn be

neath the dribbling

temple where X

balanque rubs his

spots and counts

his head a vase

coiling in the wind

that string of words

their purpose use

lessness and corn

stalking up the s

lopes where the

folding tongues

wander the wh

itened roads

...sacbé ,tatuaje

de las caderas...

 

room

calambres y voces

of the penis water

neck of the gate lás

tima fenetral tus

tumbas shaking

was the wind logo

rrhea and the ret

iculated arm wa

ndered through the

sheets yes foggy

nights and res

tive clouds thou

ghtless twitch

at the edge of dawn

it’s the ice death the

boiling stones

 

el mojado

engomar ,matiz ,falo

pormenorizado ,y ,fla

co el túnel de mi b

oca con sus huevos

funerarios las llamas

me limpian los pies

.furnace crackers ,b

ones lit up cracklings

of the skin en el fon

do de la sierra arti

ficial  ¡o fecalito que

a saltos sube los pel

daños!  explícame los

timbres los elotes exp

lícame el fin del

lago circular...

...emportant ma hache vers d’autres continents

- Benjamin Péret

sheen

laundered thru the shadow

or your doggèd focus ,of

,gristle ,slog-heavy an yr

leg ,chewed my bleak thin

neck filled with light  .y

our compacted bulb your

slept dog behind the d

oor ,through the watery

cave toward feathered

dawn ,arf  .baked an

drowsed ,murmuring in

the stool viscous on yr

buried bomb  .half w

alked half waked h

alf loo ked an fin

gered the drained th

umbs left in yr pocket

...il est du pays d’à coté...

- René Char

DIOV

une nuit and more

une nuit

street’s shoe lung ,a m

ask what jiggles in the

light a “pumpkin fulla

ants” your leaking form

condensed  )like clouds(

stopped before the doll-

strung door  )snigg

ery in a pillowcase ,yr

flopping face  .....(

))the duck the crowd the

pencil chewed to a cud(((((

L’infini attaque mais un nuage suave.

- René Char

pants

what wrap rustling in yr

leg a nap perhaps a

lens focused ants beneath

the knee just raise yr

g land and sp ray  .w

allets and w histles ,dogs

frying in the hall where

yr drippy thigh BAN

GS IN THE CLOS

ET mot hs c luster in

the r oof e ating w hat ,t

he sca t  t  ere d  e g  g   s

  

...la chambre c’est plein de fumée...

- Benjamin Péret

calaveraz

when the i nching skin f

oams the light ham dr

ibbles half yr socks f

olded in yr hat chain

the feet comb or dr

ink the lumpy sky the

tube off al stun yr

plunger ‘s faucet air t

hen blink o fin o combu

stible ,corredor del pri

ncipio ,tus nalgas fon

éticas ,spreading the b

urning oil

                         yr leg

 ...sotil, sin dientes...

- Ramón López Velarde

 

sh

b  le

d

eh

spo

oned

leg

wh

if

oact

ion

s

not

‘s

culear & fence shock

culear

“in the red hive of the

future” a sluggish bee  a   a

lengua doblada in the

stones beneath el zócalo’s

swirling skirts and calavera

suits tlahtolli ihuan pinotlahtolli

ocelotl forgetting the horses a

sun-sized flag slashes the

sky where the highway ends

in a sphere erections and

earwax in the library el

presidente slumbering on TV

un micrófono que le sueña en el

culo es el situacionismo tolteca

cielo gris con los gemelos insur

gentes el porvenir se abre se

cierra el fin que siempre em

pieza cara de Coatlicue como

perro amnésico como h;o;r;m;i;g;a;s

en el enjambre de la carnicería cir

cular

Con artefactos de “in watery Tenochtitlan”

y “carniceria ilusion” de Ivan Argüelles

fence shock

incremental outer etch

other qui est semblable à

un insecte sur une salade

the gnot sporne other

noar morning or parch

sur l’abdomen le sein desséché

de sa mère a pie a pie

hacia el error sísmico de comer

celestial horseliver maladie

du cigare thing the body

revelations de las nalgas

des larmes de caoutchouc

furniture suburbia canal

de Panamá in a field des larmes

)de plus( d’hydrogène et cáncer

des canards sauvages reve

latio grinder populated by

interventions stuffed with

dolls le ruisseau solidifié

of trinkets des épinards cala

veras con lengua de chalchihuite

not lake are these but lake

l’eau ui upo ioop )even level

events(  comme un chien dans

la mer omo lake flows

papery aperturas en el

cuerpo singulante

With chunks from Jim Leftwich’s

Six Months Aint No Sentence, Book 48, 2013

&

Benjamin Péret, Le gran jeu, 1928

 

bread

Four Poems

John M. Bennett

FOUR POEMS

Interleaved with des mots from

four poems by

Frédérique Guétat-Liviani from

LE BANC DE GIOTTO, by Colas Baillieul,

Marseille: Fidel Anthelme X, 2013

July 15, 2013

pièces opaques

so the leg my shorts fu

lla ham sliced thin ‘n

slslippery woke to book “I”

drooled upon the dancing

tongue the sweaty radish

between my thighs peut-être

la pâleur des mains that she

something w rote  .a neck

.c’est la première fois  ?the

other leg and les pièces o

ppaques  .it was nothing it

was lurching up to grab

the chair  .l’esprit est vaq

uant but the sandwich

,ce doute ,surely dr

owning in the bathtub

Elle ne sait que faire de ses dix doigts.

peau

peut-être plus exotique

my dripping steps a

round the radish pat

ch my thinning teeth

in l’excès de lumière

.“pour tuer le temps” I

ate the wrwrinkled b

b read et les insectes de

“quelques heures” ‘n sq

queezed the heads off f

irst her shirt soft

with meat I went

to the door l’odeur

et prégnant the ex

planation splattered

sur le mur du fond

...seul accès a l’exsangue...

autour

that ttone of vvoice et la

mmaison est tturbulante her

shin my flagless foot la

table de l’indésiré where a

shoe smoulders at dawn

.she slept in the corners

,my growling thigh

exhalation’s adripped aux

murs ,au centre my face

breathes the interstice

des mots aaggrippés ,dead

grapes crushed beneath

the chairs laissées vacantes

for the light to chew its

ststicky ssilence

La chanson ne fait pas peur...

chambre obtuse

fire climbs the stairs and

my bloody neck elle

enterre les restes du

mobilier except the dog

blinking behind the door

.coughing and giggling in

side my shirt you lloo

kked inside a ,foaming

glass la fenêtre condamnée

.la liquidité ,forgetting

,objet de retenir yr anus

,fog ,un bras ,cold cuts

in the light le prochain

suspect where I felt

your ants sleeping

in my hair

Elle avale l’espace...