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chris at 5:31 AM |

 

from (me!) :

lOvErsTOp HoT CoLd MOuNTaiN CoupLets



sTOp, lOvEr, I cannot
Be your Keanu shell

Girl up the streaming butterfly feel
Good flick fuck today no sTOp

Sorry two other Pine Ridge bus sTOp
Kiosks collect real civil war bones or Great

Rain of blood Great Civil Divide before oil kill no I’m kissing a Wall
Street interest today sorry sTOp holding

Me Me Me Britney & you Fortune
500 tomorrow sTOp all Nicole you biotch you've ruined my download

rayon padding fiduciary
Wearing cheery Piute pop-up killer sTOp

Insurance & ancestor is my anemone
Name & taffeta laugh sTOp I lift

The past joyful capitol
Toll booth marm sTOp

Instructing on myopic credit
Guilt limits sTOp lipstickn numerical

Phone shattering statements for capital one L
Love her leave her aquanet mother bridge sTOp

Xray of cup cracks: once the cup is broken fade to gray
Inside psyche sTOp... yeah whatever Valentino drop kick opportunity

Poutmouth girl percentage rate sTOp just sign here
Sign me here at pigskin TeX I wannanew 6 fords for my driveway yes

Over the river & through the babies'
Gun blue mascara woodsTOp more oil gimme


&&&&xoxoxox&&poetry & more O YaY!! by chris m&&&&&&&&&&&xoox&&&

chris at 2:03 AM |

Friday, January 02, 2004

 

mmmm, btw, i do so much like bobas, yes!

chris at 6:03 PM |

 

no winter here?--smoggy & *really* obscenely warm weather here today. so strange, can't figure whether to think of it as a blessing or some other chicken little kind of thing having to do with environmental-global warming trends. surreal, yes, that says it too. going off now in my summer clothes--sleeveless blue linen shirt, summer's bright yellow flip-flops, for heaven's sake! but that is the only comfortable way when the temp is near eighty, but yes, going out for boba tea--black tea latte with almond & honey has become a recent favorite, tho I can do without the honey just as well: it can make things way too sweet, kno what i mean? : )

more poetry coming up soon, some of mine, I think

ta ta fn

chris at 5:52 PM |

 

More Great New Hellos!

SF Bay Area's YaY!! Julia Serano, Renaissance Woman !

via introduction from kari edwards, Transdada

kari, thanks for this link--
Julia, i love yr website--it really highlights well all your good works !

chris at 2:49 PM |

 

from Michael Helsem, the Gray Wyvern,
Texfiles Poet of the Week :

      "CARILLON TOWERS"


Oil-strewn coral,
slow carol trine.
Rat loin escrow,
allot iron screw;

nor will coaster
allow nicer sort.
Scowl in art lore.
Let iron scar low.

Worn solacer lit,
we scroll-ration;
crawl into roles.
O winter collars!

Sorrow, lilac net
no car lilt worse...
raw silent color.
Worst cell: no air.

Tell Orion's craw
creator ill now;
slow iron cartel.
Rote lion scrawl.

Clean-lit sorrow
lest narrow coil...
Twill scone roar.
Oil-strewn coral.

4/8/94

chris at 5:34 AM |

 

2 beauties selected from Kent Johnson's and Stephen M. Ashby's wonderful anthology, Third Wave: the New Russian Poetry * :


Tatiana Shcherbina's "The Mermaid" [translated by J. Kates] :


I make my way as a mermaid,
as they wrap themselves in raincoats and plunge into
      the shower,
I always go out in my golden scales on the shore.
They will say: here's the moonlit sea splash-flashing
      under my tail
The thousand-eyed will see its likeness in me.

City, city, you are old and you barely fill the eye
how the air congeals, like a bird and a lion
and how it strips scales from off my scaly skin,
how brave and tender I stand in the light
      of the world.

And the scales float onto a merchant vessel
      from Thebes.
The wind is long and comely, slow in its flight.
They drift like snowflakes, like tea leaves--
      my stiff attire.
They will say: Look, the sea sparkles and gulls hang
      in the air.

(19-20)



Vladimir Aristov, "From The Dolphinarium" [translated by Gerald J. Janecek]


(A Poem in Fourteen Statements)

Dedicated to the Armory Baths

Dolphin--a sea mammal from the
subclass of toothed whales,
serves as an object of trade;
its fat is used to produce lard,
its skin provides durable leather,
its fins and tail provide glue.
--Dictionary of Foreign Words, 1954

Let us go then, you and I...
--The Love Song of
J. Alfred Prufrock


I.
Well, let's go then,
You and I ...

And in the sidestreet
Beyond the watery smoothness of the air
We will part
Here beside a wrought iron fence,
Around a graveyard of autumn airplanes--
Of maple tinplate disfigured accidentally.

You concealed yourself in the last archway,
And I circled the inside of my lips with my tongue,
And my tongue lay motionless,
Its tip come to rest on my teeth.

You flitted by like a dolphin with a raging face,
The fire of a cigarette
Going off into the Moscow night.
And my tongue sparkled
And sank into my depths,
Making its way through my blood
Holding the lantern of speech.

Come up to the surface, dolphin;
This body of yours has emerged in the dark
Of still early damp sidestreets,
And from your and my
Moist depths
Came a marine voice.

A dolphin chattered in the fountain
With a splashing brass mouthpiece in its beak,
Bestilled before the entrance
Near curtained portholes of eyes.

(186-187)


* Third Wave: the New Russian Poetry. Kent Johnson and Stephen M. Ashby, Eds. Ann Arbor: U Mich Press, 1992.

chris at 5:00 AM |

 

Had a pleasant note from Jilly Dybka, of Poetry Hut, wishing me happiness in the new year, and letting me know she had linked to Texfiles. Thanks, Jilly, and Happy & Prosperous 2004 to you, too!

cm

chris at 4:56 AM |

 

from Claude B. Levenson, *** Symbols of Tibetan Buddhism *

Chapter 17 : "Mudras: Signs for the Expression of Indescribable Forces" :



The word [ mudras ] itself means "seal" or "sign,"

revealing the intention to both seal and to demonstrate,

in other words to "translate" words by different means.

In short, a species of visual alphabet that serves to attain

the essential beyond speech. Here, also, the heritage is Hindu,

but the interpretation varies... These sacred gestures

flourished with greater exuberance in the schools

of the Great Vehicle, while those of the Small Vehicle

generally restricted themselves to the distinctive seals

characterizing the rigorously precise and codified

"moments" in the life of the Enlightened One.

...the attainment of Enlightenment ... integrates

object with subject... the privileged moment when

opposites are transcended and the road

to omniscient wisdom opens...
(69)



* Claude B. Levenson, Symbols of Tibetan Buddhism. Photographs by Laziz Hamani ** . Foreward by the Dalai Lama. Singapore: Assouline Publishing/Barnes and Nobel, 2003.

** French photographer, Hamani (b. 1959, Paris), has published several collections of his photographs, among them, Panama: a Legendary Hat [note to self: include in Texfiles hat list via both Bob Dylan and this photographer.

*** Claude Levenson is a Parisian journalist for Le Monde and other periodicals. A polyglot, she has also translated work of the Dalai Lama and Russian writers such as Mandelstam, Zamyatin, and Eliad.

chris at 1:42 AM |

Thursday, January 01, 2004

 

just as I head for the door
something says no, check this out
first--technorati, forgot to look at
earlier today, so i decide yes,
will look at this before going walking--
and so glad, too, for, lo!
what's found? a most happy surprise, yes:

YaY!!--Jill Jones via "Ruby Street: JJ taking poetry for a walk!" is bloggin--so, a Warm Best Wishes for 2004, Jill, and so nice to see you here: welcome to bloggieland

chris at 8:01 PM |

 

goin walkin. then to eat. then to post more poetry!

ta ta fn

chris at 7:44 PM |

 

Lotta blithering gone on around here last night. Sucks to be Sting at Texfiles, I guess. And, awful typist that I am, I did let a really wild post slip in between the two DiPalma poems I put up (love those two poems!), but didn't proofread it, I guess, because some of those things in there were not even words! Yeah, yeah. LaLaLa. I have to laugh at myself so I forget how dumb my tuppence is sometimes. So that section had to be edited, completely out, is gone now, since I don't know what words might have corresponded to what the furiously typing fingers of this bad typist put in there. Talk about deep *language poetry* one letter at a time--hmmmm.

But anyway, am glad NewYear's and Sting are both done-for now. It's always such a strange night for me--the transitional aspect, I suppose. Freaked me out to put the TV on while jsut looking for something decent or simple and then to land on Sting's face with Oprah. Just very bad, that. Should have known better than to put the TV on, I guess. Best lesson.

Somewhere in my many online travels last night I encountered a list of words coined in 2003--I think it was from a news article, but am not sure and didn't bookmark it or note it. I hate when that happens, because I can't be sure in all the semiotic flow & flew, where it came from. O happy sieve-brain of mine: i love you but i also live you. Anyway: most of the terms were already well known to me but one term intrigued me about its contextual use or probable use?--dunno, cuz haven't heard or read it being used. The word is "metrosexual." Anyone know anything about this term, its referents, referrees, and contexts? Thanks.

chris at 5:26 PM |

 

I just found this blog tho it's been going for a while, I guess, and it's local, here in Dallas. It's lookin' good. Check out Katey!

chris at 3:37 PM |

 

I think a big HAPPY NEW YEAR
got layered in,
down there
'mongst all the rubble
somewhere, dunno,

but I do mean it every time I say it!

Once more, then: Here's wishing the most excellent new year prosperity and happiness will be shared among the good and the heretofore not so good, y'all! Go make some YaY!!

(Well, I guess you can see why I am never elected to make the toast... )

smiles,
cm

chris at 7:15 AM |

 

from Michael Helsem, Texfiles Poet of the Week :


      The Peacock Cult



    Heat o' the sun, vertigo
    in an untemperate month.
    Cinnamon latte makes mirth
    out of my glum indigo
    & vermilion limbo. Filch
    rubies. Far from my lover
    watch light slide on the silver
    inkpen that is all to touch.
    Acolytes of the big sky
    would relish this bleak shindig.
    Car in the shop, O stormgod
            of little mishaps a flung paean
    into; Lord Wart Hog.

chris at 6:48 AM |

 

Welcoming the YaY !! New Year:

from---I love these!---Ray DiPalma * :


[Rumor's Rooster]


Rumor's rooster
halloos the distorted
strata of analogies

my A is a vegetable A
my A is a vegetable Z
profligate and tangential

is the balance
commercial and run by
the transmission of

the undeclared
or the strange low
coherences of the ear

when and where there
is no such thing
the thought walked

(429)



And then to think about this fine piece of work:



Each Moment is Surrounded


Each moment is surrounded
by the correct torrent

      Each moment is
      surrounded by
      the correct torment

The sphere's endless erasures
and a longer calm protect the song

A full moon
makes a litigant of the tides

Their issue
they'd have you know
is the province of apprehension
where the joke clatters through eloquence
and its busy simplicity to postpone the marvelous

Embracing yet another version
of the sham paragon you heave majestically
in the thickening denials
There is much to be answered for
based on a play by one so big
his name need not be mentioned

And how much longer
can you continue to spit in the face
of the baggy scholar gentry
for they are many and their sincerities
come like the loaves and fishes
(1988)

(429-30)


* Ray Di Palma, "Rumor's Rooster," & "[Each moment is surrounded]," in Postmodern American Poetry, Paul Hoover, Ed. New York, Norton, 1994.

chris at 5:56 AM |

 

Whew. Somebody got a little riled over Sting, below. Dang.
It's the way it is.

chris at 4:48 AM |

 

Sting: Do Not Give Me Crap Crackers in your Saturday Safe-Way, Baby:

Sting is still tryin to get a life-lie in a velvet Un,
a consumerist buying life-lie:
I cannot believe how
here in my living room unbidden
he is still usurping

so a no-muscle no-work scarecrow man
with his supposed guitar
angst, life-is-academic-
& hard-for-this-man-Sting,

on Oprah (what naive is her excuse?--must be about money's fast gimme must).

what a definite gauge on the flesh
of poetry
in its velvet
Un.

As they say so well with the pointy > pah & pah-
leeze.

Just because you purchased yr due copies
of Chaucer,

and called yrself oh-hurt-me-
Sting,

with some big boy degree

that you also have a purchase on music-art-poetry-today.

Anyone can tap their western excess
forceps tear you up man
faucet the foregone gimme

(it's always all about) product,
but few can deal with
means:
Sting,
slam a hair-gello-knock-off,
you do'n know
what "means"
means, man--
to a now, a little Amen
is in order
not least because of :
love & diamonds

on beaches & South Africa
arriving for
unwitting engagement

rings,

slow as blood
you so many centuries full of
west-girl-not-knowing.

Sting, make yr memorable: You
Suck, Man.



cm

chris at 1:43 AM |

Wednesday, December 31, 2003

 

In case I miss the exact moment while offline:

To All You Wonderful Folks who read Texfiles,


HAPPY NEW YEAR 2004 ! !


& as many xoxoxoxox 's as you need, always,

cm

chris at 11:33 PM |

 

Coming onto New Year around these parts. Will be back to post some poetry after calling Dad & Jo.

chris at 11:17 PM |

 

Going for Pho Ha-- Be Back Soon
with more poetry from
Michael Helsem, Texfiles Poet of the Week!

chris at 6:53 PM |

 

All's good now with the Blogger view screen. YaY!!

Almost time for Happy New Year 2004...

chris at 4:17 PM |

 

OOooo Guillermo! You have changed your attire. I like this
House Made of Dawn--one of my all time favorite titles (and texts, too, of course).

chris at 3:39 PM |

 

I wonder if the blog problem is the UTA server--it was down because they've been making changes. They may not be done yet. I've just signed on with aol instead to check from there and everything with Blogger is working fine via aol. hmmmmm. Or maybe none of these speculations have anything to do with one another. hmmmm. will keep checking.

chris at 3:08 PM |

 

Just had an email from one of the loveliest people I have ever known: Pradeep Varadaraju, who was a former network administrator in the Writing Center I direct at UTA.

Pradeep graduated with his master's degree last spring and is now home in India, happy with a new job. He wrote to send happy new year greetings and hugs, so

Pradeep!--we miss you--Happy New Year, Best Wishes Always!

chris at 2:56 PM |

 

My UTA email is back on, but now
somethin's up with Blogger:
i'm unable to open the View Blog screen.
when i click on it, i end up back at the Blogger
sign-in screen. Anyone else having similar problems?

chris at 2:48 PM |

 

A Very Happy New Year's Eve to All!

chris at 4:58 AM |

Tuesday, December 30, 2003

 

from Michael Helsem, Texfiles Poet of the Week


Bonds of collusion, Ubbo-Sathla;
gilvous shards of dried pear.
Crimson drinking fountain in the darkness
for what small solace is afforded by understanding.
Zlohtuhb to Algol.
Gamesters call it flirting with perdition.
My hyperbaric filibuster ended
in an imaginary burial at sea.
And so we go amid foetor of Ilwax
not even requited for the Hitlerectomy
nor more 10 than not.
O waniand fain of settingstede,
sphragistic Chosferatu.

12 21 94

chris at 7:44 PM |

 

Check this out! Continuing Revelation

chris at 6:29 PM |

 

About my email address: for those who may not already know,
my UTA email is down.
please use one of the following addresses, instead:

cmrry88@aol.com

cmurray88@yahoo.com

thanks!

chris at 2:36 AM |

Monday, December 29, 2003

 

audio post powered by audblog


Michael Helsem, Texfiles Poet of the Week, reading his poem,
"Burden of the Global Chancre" :


who knows this endless red sky
knows my heart
a veil across the firmament
& mirror of a burg's despairs
who knows this awful glowering red
from dusk to dawn has all the news
anyone needs to have
of what befell the stars

chris at 7:52 PM |

 

i'm outta here for a while--a spaghetti dinner while! yum. adios my friends!

i'll be checking back in shortly: expectin that there may be a special audblog
post coming in... (yes! see above) ^)^

lookin forward.
YaY!!

chris at 6:37 PM |

 

well, did ya see that? the lost post showed up, half an hour after i posted it! so then i had 2 of 'em.
sheesh, Blogger!--what're ya doin?
anyway, i just deleted the first one.

: )

chris at 6:34 PM |

 

hmmm. well, somehow i just lost a post with links to

kari edwards's new rockin' poetic works, over at transdada

and at As/Is--do check out these new very tough (i mean "tough" as highest praise as ways of 'telling it like it is') poetic forms of "Is."

chris at 6:12 PM |

 

Scroll down some here at this link for an interesting reader-round-up on good ol' odd ED.

chris at 5:11 PM |

 

from Emily Dickinson, #136 * :


Too cold is this
To warm with Sun--
Too stiff to bended
be,
To joint this Agate
were a work--feat--
Outstanding Masonry--
Defying--Appalling--Abashing
        Beyond       machinery--

How went the Agile
Kernel out
Contusion of the Husk
Nor Rip, nor wrinkle
indicate
But just an Asterisk.

(162)

*Emily Dickinson, "136," in 'The Incidents of Love,' Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson. Ashfield, MA: Paris Press, 1998

chris at 4:38 PM |

 

UTA email's not working for me, so if yr tryin to email me, please do so at one of these 2 addresses:

cmrry88@aol.com

or

cmurray88@yahoo.com


thx : )

chris at 5:01 AM |

 

from Michael Helsem, distinguished scholar, & Texfiles Poet of the Week :


      "Transinfinite Redress"



My flesh turned to ribbons & lace
by the googol-hooked cat,
this wedding dress
you wove of spider's silk.
What do i want with
recovery
from you or your fountain of radiance?
To polish the chrome fingers
of your vast suborned tenderness again...

12 24 92


*


      "Orison of the Salamanders"



Albino wolves drowse
tonight, albino wolves.
succeeding waves
on a beach of black glass
whose pauses extend
from the start of my life
to its end.
Albino wolves drowse;
rabbits dig.
Madness is the promised land
sometimes & when it digs
all the way thru
to here,
i sit & cannot say a thing
amidst thousands
of blind hands,
albino wolves.

11 4 90


*

      "La Tombo de Veronika"



HH'NKHA HKN
            HH'NKA-NKH-NKH-NKHA
HKN
NKH-NKH-NKHA HKN
            HH'HH'NKHA HKN
        HKN

8 7 89



~.~.~^^higherpoetry~&~loveaboveall^)^copyright^)^michael*helsem~.~.~

chris at 4:33 AM |

 

Someone wrote me an email asking:
What the heck kind of b_ll sh_t
is this? Why Emily Dickinson & why _imitation_ stuff?
Fair enough, question, I suppose.

Here is my answer:

I spent a day at Emily Dickinson's house not long ago, gratefully in the presence of a fine ED scholar, Tim Morris.* * The experience made me think very hard about the life of this poet and what tangible things went into the making of the ideas that bloomed to what we call poetry.

Her garden (I actually have chrysanthemum seeds from a blossom from her garden--I stowed it away in my*checkbook*--how's that for a little mad money when ya need it? my Granny woulda been proud...) is still exquisite (oh, sorry: such an overused word--will try harder--hug a mountain or something to make it all better, ya kno?!) . And I fell in textual space/time love with ED even beyond the poetry. I mean, what a crush! So, crushwise, I also bought the book, *Open Me Carefully,* as well as, no lie: I also bought a tee shirt:
it quotes an ED poem:

"Fame is but a bee--
I love poetry--
so don't fuck w/me--
I mean it!" *

: )


*awwwww, hey it doesn't really say that! Emily had her ways of sayin, sure, but she wouldn't have said it that way, nuh-uh--

The tee-shirt really says:

"Fame is a bee.
It has a song
it has a sting--
Ah, too, it has a wing."

the same "wing," I venture,
we all rhetorically, and who knows else?--
we all inherit with the import we cast on the rhetorical--
which is a very well known Emily quip.

One of my favs, tho argument being the favored yet divisive and then the forgivable, O whore, that it is,
what else can i say, love, about that?
Except O words, let us make something more better like peanut butter, thanks. whaa laaa.
cm



**Becoming Canonical in American Poetry: U of Illinois Press, 1995.

deity bless us all no matter
what and so we be extremely
_ucked_ but _ucking O: lucky--cmurray

chris at 12:18 AM |

Sunday, December 28, 2003

 

(this is from some things in manuscript I'm workin on.
Send yr best feedback, please, I mean if ya want to, and with many thanks here!) :


Letters for Life: Emily Dickinson to Susan Dickinson:
Two-Day!-Sister!-Letters


"The Frost of
Death was on the
Pane,
'Secure your Flower'
said he.
Like Sailors
fighting with a Leak
We fought
Mortality. ..." --Emily Dickinson, # 138, _Open Me Carefully_ *



1.
Dear Sue, on my walk
today the garden
frozen stiff to balking--

my heel scuffs--
I had to bend to it,
even removing my glove,
touch it, risk belief

in the ends
of cold--
crystal lack--
there is Northampton’s old
brown brick, coarse
incorrigible captain, some things barren--
even to God’s wide mind

whisked back again, sweet
I came warm
to my secret--
windowed little conservatory
where I said--
to some addressee,
some “you”--
“love, aloud--
to see
whatever would would it do?--
it did tickle

out a fog in comely petal
shape on one
pane near two
fully aroused snow
crysanthemums--
O Susie!
I will send you--
one
soon
only for you.

*

2.
Vinnie and I are cooking
a great stew and baking
dressed of course in our double
layers of apron--
the flour flying about
recasting our laboring
selves to unrecognizable
(though widely famous)
actors, the stage
a Japan Island
Opera, mixing
spoon swords singing
their exact fell Lear
and swoops, all the best
bowls--
the heads of too many
lovers and fond soldiers
leaving--
into the great murky sink
of political life and leaving--
really she is doing more
and I am letting her--
I am so caught up
outside of flour dust, gingerbread
with thoughts of you today--
how are you? How was your trip
in the snow? Did you wear
your soft blue
scarf I--
O--I want to say
most gently--
knitted just
for you?




*Emily Dickinson, "The Frost Of...," # 138, *The Incidents of Love,* in Open Me Carefully. Eds., Ellen Louise Hart and Martha Nell Smith.
Ashfield, MA: Paris Press, 1998. p. 163.


~~above & beyond~~copyright: chris murray: try baby~~O~~Okay~

chris at 11:11 PM |

 

Stephen Vincent! Hurry and get over the Saturnalia! We miss yr beautifully written walkings and wonderful descriptions of awakenings ...

chris at 5:35 PM |

 

So good to hear from Kriti Kanthi, with holiday greetings.
Kriti is home now in India and planning her marriage! YaY!!

Hi Kriti! Hugz & Hi to your Dad and wonderful Mom, and to groom AJ, too...

xoxo,
c

chris at 4:53 PM |

 

makin turkey noodle soup, got the onions, carrots, celery, some garlic, some black pepper, sage, wide noodles, broth goin on. mostly it's better as a simple thing rather than a kitchen sink kind of stew (that comes later, after a few days). but a secret is: a pinch of cinnamon & nutmeg. really makes it just right.

chris at 4:05 PM |

 

There might somewhere be a better female vocalist than Emmylou Harris, handy with all string instruments, lyrics, arrangements, stage presence, and just genuinely also a kind, good hearted person. I have not yet heard of one though, and have been listening for a little while now.

: )

"She," "Pancho & Lefty," and that supremely infectious harmonic song of good will: "Hello Stranger," all beautifully done on "Luxury Liner," an old one now (maybe what, 25 years?--sheesh!), but what do I know about that?!

please do keep on rockin', Emmylou!

chris at 3:53 PM |

 

New! a Dept of ManY PoETiKal HaTs

and accompanying, ongoing LisT
(see my hokey inept silverstream trailer park triple-wide on wheels list started just above the links list to the left ) .

I began this after reading a Million Poem of Jordan Davis's, # 956 ("... maybe in a fedora...").

Now, new to the list:

1. "LAPD hat" (see below), from a harry k. stammer poem, "San Pedro and 11th," 12/27/03, also at As/Is blog)

2. "silver aluminum baseball cap"--on looking into more of harry's superb poems--scrolling across the blog--that reflect, mitigate, & document the flux of life in one place: downtown L.A., (hats, for example, are one commonplace signifier in this project) there is also the "silver aluminum baseball cap" from "Main at 6th (for the Eastside Sinfionetta)" (12/6/03).

chris at 12:56 AM |

 

Listening:
Patti Smith, "Dream of Life"; Peter Gabriel, "Shaking the Tree"; Fugees, "The Score"; Continuous Peasant, "Exile in Babyville"; Cesaria Evora, "Voz d' Amor"--looks like I'm gonna be up for a while, yeah!

chris at 12:23 AM |