singing a brief anthem to wordsex

sylables as actions
words asphyxiate on paragraphs
pharagraphs smother in novels
seeing the vowel-forest for the trees

syntax is reflex
semantics, the poetry-killer
drown linguistically, drown

OK, right now there are strange construction worker men on my floor, creating a new kitchen-type-area RIGHT behind my cubicle.

This is normal, they've been at this for a week. There is a nice new curved wall where none used to be. The buildout may be nice even. Not as nice as the stuff the first floor folks got, but nice.

But for the love of god AND ALL THAT IS HOLY... they were not DRILLING INTO SHEETROCK until only JUST TODAY!!~!!!~!~!!!!!

If you can't imagine the sound of drilling sheetrock, think of the dentist's chair. Then amplify the sound, if you can, but move it out of your mouth, to an area near to (but no longer inside of) your head.

I want to KILL. I will be going home early now. Yes I will.

PS, I do not love god, or holy things. In fact, I often despise them. Amen.

So... Meghan, Ryan and I are going to put out a chapbook of poetry. We're in the "brainstorming titles" stage, but almost as important we're also in the "brainstorming supergroup names" stage. (For publicity's sake, we have to be able to say: "yeah, I'm with this group of poets called <insert supergroup name here> and we just put out a book of our poems. Maybe you should pick up a copy.")

Anyway, meghan forgot to mention (intentionally left out?) our possible superhero-group titles: (conceived by me and inspired when Ryan called us collectively a "supergroup")

• The obvious one: SuperPoets
• my favorite: The Poetastic Four
• the X-Poets
• Poets-who-leap-tall-buildings
• Poet-avengers
• poet-league
• mutant-poets
• the uncanny poets
• Power-Puff Poets (I like this one too)

So... if you have any poetic chapbook title ideas, post them over at meghan's blog... but if you have any supergroup name concepts, post them here!

Mopsa has already suggested CHAPsmear as a chapbook title. This is, of course, a pun, AND inordinately disgusting, therefore it would normally go at the top of my list, but since I don't think I want the word "chap" in the title no matter what the circumstances, all of her suggestions are probably right out the window.

(Incidentally, Kohout apparently thought we were making a "chatbox", and suggested all kinds of titles in that vein. Has anyone ever read the book Chat? It's about two people who meet and date online... it was perhaps the first of it's kind ever in print.)

I feel obligated to say I wish we knew exactly what happened last year on this date. The events are fairly clear, but who knew what is still, apparently, a mystery (or at the very least, a non-issue).

Has pouring more money into our defense budget done us any good in the last year? How is it possible that we have not yet captured Bin Laden? Why hasn't Bush been forced to resign?

These are questions that I try not to think about. These are questions that make me want to move to Canada. I never watched the movie "The Seige", (and heard it wasn't that great) but for some reason I'm struck suddenly wanting to watch it.

If anything, this site may curb my ebay addiction.

I can't believe I didn't post a single poem in august. Here's one to commiserate:

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i AM yelling.


you can't see me
flailing emotive words
floundering in political spittle
perturbed by right-wing flies on MY wall

because I'm pretending Twain was right
I'll appear less ignorant in silence

you know I avoid confrontation?
I'm an independent-opinion-armada,
rusting in a placid bay of political-agoraphobia.

but i AM yelling
a megaphone in a soundproof balloon
and some-particularly-frustrating-day...
pop!

My favorite DVD extra has to be the remake of the song 'Camelot', from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I had no idea who was responsible for this brilliant parody until just now, when I found a link to Spite in your Face Production's parody of 2001, titled One: A Space Odyssey.

It does the whole film in one minute... brilliant!

http://www.lukeburrage.co.uk/
I wonder how many other google parody sites there are out there...

my weekend was the end of a week. I helped my good friend Kris move into his new place, and went out to fest on Sun. Work is a slow zombie today. I'm dropping limbs and drool, and bleeding half-coagulated blood from various drying wounds.