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Lewis LaCook makes things. He is a programmer/poet. He likes unstable objects. He doesn't eat enough. Send him all your money.
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4.)
Is not about place, but our touch of place, our
touching on it, as in "We vacationed in
the French Quarter." Baudrillard on the commune
circuit, grinning near-electrical; he's no more
home than I am, after so little sleep and so
much thought. I like a place where balconies
brim with flesh selfish in its abandonment,
oh,
I like it here, too. Where touch chokes shadow
with brilliant berries. They're not the rich
crimson of our children's poisoned dreams; to eat,
we bloody our lips with a savor of vaseline, swallow
low tides of muscles blunt with elected fogs. And
still we're no closer than two living in
the same living body is breaking on the windows,
while snipers squint their hate at us down scope.
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Is not about place, but our touch of place, our
touching on it, as in "We vacationed in
the French Quarter." Baudrillard on the commune
circuit, grinning near-electrical; he's no more
home than I am, after so little sleep and so
much thought. I like a place where balconies
brim with flesh selfish in its abandonment,
oh,
I like it here, too. Where touch chokes shadow
with brilliant berries. They're not the rich
crimson of our children's poisoned dreams; to eat,
we bloody our lips with a savor of vaseline, swallow
low tides of muscles blunt with elected fogs. And
still we're no closer than two living in
the same living body is breaking on the windows,
while snipers squint their hate at us down scope.
=====
http://www.lewislacook.com/
http://artists.mp3s.com/artists/385/lewis_lacook.html
meditation, net art, poeisis: blog http://lewislacook.blogspot.com/
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some new sound
Semolina
The Water As Trees
Control
Lighter
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The Water As Trees
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Lighter
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Re: Deep Fried Crime
going to school to learn how to write is like having someone poop for you...
bliss
lewis
> Re:
Cold Bacon Bacon <coldbacon@coldbacon.com>
thanks for the feedback. that's generally what i've gotten so far from friends. they say, 'hey, those are some good images. now go and make it into a poem.' ha! it's true. i have no training. i took one poetry class in college, but i think i spent more time checking out the girl sitting across from me than the poems. i think that can be said for the rest of my college experience as well. what a waste. or not. depends. anyway. you have the images. they might mean more to someone familiar with the essence of New Orleans or more constantly aware of the effects of slavery as part of that history. but such excuses obviously fall in the 'my writing doesn't suck, you do' category, and surely, great art does not depend on reader familiarity. so no excuses. i need to some day make a poem out of it. how can i do this without training? how can i get serious training without going back to school (i mean real school, for writing, like Iowa). how could that happen what with my supposed real job and my unwillingness to risk being lectured to by someone who 'has it all wrong.' i propose that you [go back to school for me] and then fix my poem and then give it back to me. and i say i did it, or we could split it 50/50. how can one pursue a dream without pursuing it? and get rich while they're at.
- bacon
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bliss
lewis
> Re:
Cold Bacon Bacon <coldbacon@coldbacon.com>
thanks for the feedback. that's generally what i've gotten so far from friends. they say, 'hey, those are some good images. now go and make it into a poem.' ha! it's true. i have no training. i took one poetry class in college, but i think i spent more time checking out the girl sitting across from me than the poems. i think that can be said for the rest of my college experience as well. what a waste. or not. depends. anyway. you have the images. they might mean more to someone familiar with the essence of New Orleans or more constantly aware of the effects of slavery as part of that history. but such excuses obviously fall in the 'my writing doesn't suck, you do' category, and surely, great art does not depend on reader familiarity. so no excuses. i need to some day make a poem out of it. how can i do this without training? how can i get serious training without going back to school (i mean real school, for writing, like Iowa). how could that happen what with my supposed real job and my unwillingness to risk being lectured to by someone who 'has it all wrong.' i propose that you [go back to school for me] and then fix my poem and then give it back to me. and i say i did it, or we could split it 50/50. how can one pursue a dream without pursuing it? and get rich while they're at.
- bacon
http://www.coldbacon.com
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3.)
The girls wind as rigorous as they are sour.
Soothing myself at intervals with medications
illicit, just a trunk with balloon head
is dear enough. Fluffy girls. Reading Ashbery
in the long no-ceiling hallway of smoking outside
Satterfield hall, just a truck with a balance
of labial apologies lopped off at slough
deaf. I'm dear, waiting for your eyes to join me.
A skip over geography with soft fossils of warm
swerve, and then I'm home again. In a chatroom,
(I've never been here before), luckier children
with mouths the shape of catapault butter
ignore us repeatedly. Is it true that
the ocean moves in the winnows of hands with words?
Oh!
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The girls wind as rigorous as they are sour.
Soothing myself at intervals with medications
illicit, just a trunk with balloon head
is dear enough. Fluffy girls. Reading Ashbery
in the long no-ceiling hallway of smoking outside
Satterfield hall, just a truck with a balance
of labial apologies lopped off at slough
deaf. I'm dear, waiting for your eyes to join me.
A skip over geography with soft fossils of warm
swerve, and then I'm home again. In a chatroom,
(I've never been here before), luckier children
with mouths the shape of catapault butter
ignore us repeatedly. Is it true that
the ocean moves in the winnows of hands with words?
Oh!
=====
http://www.lewislacook.com/
http://artists.mp3s.com/artists/385/lewis_lacook.html
meditation, net art, poeisis: blog http://lewislacook.blogspot.com/
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