20120629

WORD DUSTS by Billy Bob Beamer

"microinteractive word dust ... to straighten" 6 x6in., pencil on card



























"microinteractive word dust:night voluntary," 8 x8in inks on card

20120606

POME by Billy Bob Beamer


This POME first appeared at the blog experiential-experimental-literature in April 2012.

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20120424

Poem by Andrew Worthington

"The Newest Blockbuster Hit: Now In A Theatre Too Near To You"

No-D stands for No-Dimensional: I don’t need
any more dimensions. The 3-D glasses required
for entrance to the self-surveillance booth only
decrease its dead appeal. There is no draw to this
concert show; the admission is free. The concert is
a cigarette and the cigarette is a roll of roaches
repressed, radically cross-legged, suffocating their
reproductive organs, screaming about the merits of different types
of underwear, even though they all wished they lived in nudist colonies.

I squeeze pulpless
juice from the electric fountain. I press the button nice
and hard. I treat it as I would treat a house cat or dog or rabbit. I am allergic to
its electrocuting fur but I can take it.

Do what you want, I told myself, even though I didn’t want to.

The rash on my back is gone. It left my concern. It migrated to my head.
It couldn’t find labor. Fucking migrant scum. I have tried to stop
scratchingscratchingscratching, but I need to make sure
that my lips and cheeks and noses and foreheads are not chapped.
I don’t care, but I will. People will be watching and I will be
close. They will breath on me from a few feet away and I will smell
their eyes. I will sit in my room alone pretending to masturbate
to their eyes. I will offer cries of love when I come and mispronounce mumbles
of apathy when they go.

20120412

Flarf Poetry by Seth Copeland

"Cause Célèbre"


"beat 'em down, evans!
            kill the greasy bugga now!"

*wap wap wap*
*SMEK*

                                    "mother! oh look mother
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caucasian
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approx age 18-25
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20120318

Flarf Poetry by Sam Langer

"Why This Is Important"

This often results in them losing the use of their hands for the rest of their lives.

Dear Apple,
Do you know the fastest way to replace awesome with a terrible knot in your
 stomach?
Here's the thing: you're Apple.
I want to continue to use and love the products you make,
because they're changing the world,
and have already changed my life.
Why?


"Australia Has The Most Carbon-Dense Forests In The World"

While direct extrapolation is not possible
the home of the most critical population of koalas in Australia is being logged.
Isn't this a good reason to subsidise logging native forests?

20120312

A Poem by Joe Bussiere

FROM "456"


snakes eat things, filmed
           apparently sodomized the leader
the last moments, drone for family
at taxis a Acapulco scapego   Pakistans
nose error don't dive              landing
my own nurses
                       my labort causing no goal
these cigarettes floating Atlantic
           the great cube, the Ka'aba
the summer the winter the equinoxen
molding metals           making shapes

           dressed in cloth          lifestyle
                                            -oriented
oriental largely temporary suspend several
support wide more intricate national call

            the main body oppose
            mono-lingual   briefly internal
            seer time member moot point
            doing anti- also          brutal variety

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nonliminal building                   s most suxual
coarse flux who           would  go       on
religious sex bickering             rejected emph
asis rejex        rejects              second people
important and non-important   most of its life
priviledge wheel          police car police sirens please
persp
ectives             intersexy most of fraction
                       older former concern attender never
                       who would in part under racing working
themselves between grand canyon demolition
                                 larger circles of pathizers
the pan sky      the subjective quantity of life
                        lie down econome
                        layers of well being layers of thinking
the planned sky what of all planned
           nothing unexpected, hydrogen
elements uranus pluto flying into space
car factory      detroit lady    come see
rhymes with drug store alas needs refrigeration
everything climate                  what corpus
makes it
easier to speak of       and      eat corpus
what digital prints you take soldier at war
                      the commander in chief coins
peppermint hibiscus parsley    billions federal
reservation of songs    when war songs
                                   are boring and the limes
                                   are rotten now and so cold

20120228

Fiction Dribble by N.T.

"College Romance #252"

His most reliable ex said he went from soft to orgasm in the span of the Friends opening titles. I had lunch with him for three days: he hugged me like a scarecrow, or an aunt. Karen from my semiotics class told me all my gay friends were fucking him.