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Kinetic the interface nerve spreads restless kinetic words
re-discovered in the anguish of the anatomical skinny
How grotesque these modern months
how dreamily diabolical the monstrous methods and intimate stunts
When might everyday life be pieces of poetry, World Words?
When might it not?
Visual music wants to change the warsong framework of time
With re-pulsing literature flashing superbeams through pre-recorded walls
Hot honeyed in the installation room,Viewer:
you water songs looking at the many people mazed
In the glittering gutter slurping at the waterbank chain
humping at(o)ms trying to find a pulse
In the rape and pill age
rebuilding after hurricane
Intuitive evidence mounts and what’s in a name or breed of plant?
What’s in the seemingly familiar mundane lurking about?
Long that hard chorus sneaks and stalks outside my windows hardly worried
about eternity earth or the rough lense of time
Mothering me it knows better from giving and oral story morals
Still, determined stones are living
Tho some know not why
the ground becomes sad music
when the air says rise wishes rise.
Chris Weige ’07
From The Pulchritudinous Review
Ed: Renee Zepeda
Sexy social energies in the language influence ancestors who influence who we might be who shape the place with possibility and experience. Enormous systems spring forth anonymous faces with maps and avatars engaging sources and memes like johnny’s apple seed. This is now another landscape because of ideas The process disciplines the complex work.
Chris Weige / Austin / TX
Smoke smoke involving smoke
on flat white rock by waterfall moss and vine.
is here Pedernales where the creeks get lazy and cross, where the
good-time leaves loll and float by the white upturned boat and an ever
present collection of golden-sinned girls cooking skin.
essential terms I am a world word creature in the river valley naming
fluids and circumstances, recording and unfolding systems and games
giving in to delirious cravings while at a constant toyed with by
powerful elements of nature n’ various powers of the organized,
ancestral vagina – so tender and all, so great and cunning around my
mind running, and better loving in the long hawk winds…
Chris Weige / Krause Springs / TX Pedernales RV
_*Mags Hearts Peru*_
Mags was made and to him a statue they did dedicate
on a marbled checker floor in a building larger on the inside
than on the out, an always changing spaceway whose grand piano
wore beautiful top form teeth.
"I’m down with you in any language," he liked to say.
Of course this was approved by the authors whose hostile guard and foreign diets alarmed everyone.
Mags knew all about tormented verbs and seismic everything, some
Shambala widespread and moreover: petroleum and the African lineage,
the anthropologist’s astonishing South that mystified
continually Oahu unified in the recognized Earth.
Genetic was his eyezenhower satellite
with Maya in Maya and sweet Iroquois in Iraq.
His voice drilled deeply these names and tales
of other voice box invasions by candlelight in Polynesia
(where he first read of the great American race)
Mags hearted Peru and all his LED encounters over immortal land-bridges
suspended under root and foot, written in the enlightened regions by the full population,
hydrides, high-rises, even long-sewn yarns living in lakes in painful-hard glassy-broken-vessel jars.
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