tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382Mon, 28 Dec 2009 18:28:51 +0000This blog space yet another chunk, a bloc.. of the Fictions Jill, Franny, and Mona, a poetic..blogography of Deleuze and Guattari. The space of epistolary becomings,the chaosmosis of prose poetry. OnE ThoUsAnD BlOgss ~ William D and Mona G This blog is consisting of all sorts of platos and plaketoes. It has no shaken artisticaristotle in its throttle. Rent free dynamism. Text & some Images of this Blog©copyright 2004,5,6 Clifford Duffy.http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (C. Duffy)Blogger762125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-6393333140102874301Wed, 09 Dec 2009 15:30:00 +00002009-12-27T01:03:19.801-05:00take a hike nazi fouler the idiots've spoke, the kids take after immediate imbecilic idiotat the drop of a (schizoscholastic) hat they were lovers.« The cheat has a real future but no becoming at all ». sweet cheat of ... the street's a willow . does that i.d. statname corral your opal tearing... locking the swimming ... pool like that.. your mouth hurting harder.. In hades you enter... it's http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/12/these-heartles-fort.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Clifford Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-4976816163527553614Tue, 08 Dec 2009 15:00:00 +00002009-12-26T21:05:13.865-05:00 Shes got her roof tongue stuck. In secret places: C . cant be said cant be found.___________________________________Jill lives beside Mona in the movie. Its heart catchy phase place. This blocks the noose and for them that don't understand life's a way, and death's the pain ? O come again say more you old silver sailor . Tears are the price buckets pay for becoming.______________________________http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/12/jill-movies.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Clifford Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-7192061791468165805Mon, 07 Dec 2009 18:00:00 +00002009-12-26T21:05:15.633-05:00 Fat and of these things fiatshld you spy on your love it's not love but a bony socket . not a sonnet__ Ring loud the siren its hoofed bang on the god's roof! the bastards know we're coming ... get them yes.... get the yes ..get the bastards....http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/12/fat-and.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Clifford Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-8312091530737880685Sun, 06 Dec 2009 18:00:00 +00002009-12-26T21:05:15.636-05:00 A mere copy cat is not love's tape. Take that wrist bust them groins! lift that hinge pile that brain .... and cannon Over the stage Jill's a naked hussy lesbian to its biting want! the audiences go beserk fucked off toher love. Lust to their burial ground. And forced to their vacating they discovered love's boom boom throng! She! Jesus! she is whipped!http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/12/locking.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Clifford Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-4381074187635333177Sun, 06 Dec 2009 04:45:00 +00002009-12-26T21:05:15.640-05:00 Rangoon was 1973 a white text on winter solstice page to rummage by and the smooth kiss of love's hobby not the cream like crowd and the what the hell is this shit Mona,you can t see for fucking. yer bail's set at 2000$ get moving yer Spanish hussy ass.http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/12/rangoon-and-plateau-of-5th.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Clifford Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-5442442729420718402Fri, 04 Dec 2009 15:30:00 +00002009-12-26T21:05:15.644-05:00 Gibberish gaboon!Gibberish gaboon! the something something and other wishes her patted aspect was knight to the foreign squire. Peace to that funky pulley adds the difference heading North. Every family's death is the myth of loveglub. its murder's the trundle norm blood bath to its hacking tragedy and death to the best of their hope fors.http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/12/hail-wail.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Clifford Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-2996529085447424572Thu, 03 Dec 2009 15:00:00 +00002009-12-26T21:05:15.648-05:00Mona in glue Jesus in calender in drag in sweeping fret. Come IahlongMona yer petted stoking fuel station to its come.This way her hearts normal unpunctuated curse to its lambasted tomb! bitch ! call yer cousins and death rattles http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/12/float.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Clifford Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-661900570616482378Wed, 02 Dec 2009 15:00:00 +00002009-12-26T21:05:15.652-05:00 hence our boats dry docked? O gambol yet might haul it at night then perch ashorethis's has held many the crashes of the old and bitter seaisthmus of sand blocking up her eyeview. AS sanded to the eyes shes not seeing whats goin on beneath her nose, and her clothes. Soaked! Wet to the bone! with sand around her feet and quaternary deposits caking her asscracks. Jill loves a sand dune more thanhttp://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/12/over-thence.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (C. Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-4542552029302555744Tue, 01 Dec 2009 15:30:00 +00002009-12-26T00:42:22.781-05:00 Doff you dead and coat entering these permission premises Mona take off your naked body so we see the light of your lavender. Naked as the stray day you was born and riant as the cow, raised as the old fat sun and its shimmy shimmy hip and thigh. This is sweet love's creamy old bow and colorfilled twine.The old man, of the sea, wore his skin closer to his heart than his rain fattened forest. http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/12/revere-not-paul.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (C. Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-1119761984818498254Mon, 30 Nov 2009 16:15:00 +00002009-12-14T17:01:47.503-05:00 This way in Jill's got a blown brain . Grass and glass her figure 's as fine as the weird night and its epic Simone. Paris suiting her fie fie fie persona she's happy harloted and vained.No brains make for a luxurious waste but this was not matter but gulnerability. She's a word personage. Not a creeping vine! a mustybust smack of her sapphic self , loving the vines of her lady's tree ~Open the http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/11/deafness-to-mute.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (C. Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-5678864715251866247Sun, 29 Nov 2009 15:30:00 +00002009-12-08T03:36:31.472-05:00she says each delay is a treachery I smooth her eyebrows with my wrinkles:Thus Jill's remissive ____________The paradox of smithy's and certain creators. Makesthe rush ever frosting. _______________________________________ Jill moves next door to Geology. She's a thoughtful student of layering platitudes, but that does not mean she's not real. Or reel to reel inthe http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/11/saying-forsakelove-this-o-lorn.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (C. Duffy)53.344104 -6.2674937tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-4517395663969725215Sun, 29 Nov 2009 15:00:00 +00002009-12-08T03:42:17.417-05:00 Mona you aggravate me with your inn and hotel, yer bottle and tube and this tucking off of the golden folded garment. A stir to open your sides. A witch to kiss the eyelids of the toad and the yellow witch's broom.Over the crazy plane she's murmuring its felt finger, the carpet word to its rapture carnal as the wheeling kneel.__________________________________Her bellow song furs.______________http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/11/captures.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Clifford Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-7338640898779575064Sat, 28 Nov 2009 15:30:00 +00002009-12-16T17:09:27.123-05:00_____________Keep this the pell mellow routing and frozen ahs! over the bone tingle. the saying so and not, and loisir close to the bank of the Seine. a cold shuttered room able to thought. its bearing delight. humbled by precendence and immanence's kind neighbour._____________over a piano key Jill reading glasses bent to page. He's worrie that the weather's stopped becoming and treeing its way http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/11/thing-there.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (C. Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-2513158170702411360Fri, 27 Nov 2009 15:00:00 +00002009-12-08T03:36:52.546-05:00Then____________________________This way the night hears yourkissJill turns the coroner of this way. That ways them ray itsthe solid heel of its thought following amberNight's Jill's home she lives there with thereader. The reader's a pen explains things. Working day and night on her completely uncollected working fragmenting workDeath never beleaguers herLife invites her again again and http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-saying-and-betray.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (C. Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-963531859688699964Thu, 26 Nov 2009 16:00:00 +00002009-12-05T02:00:28.226-05:00 We've heard of night and its belongings the possessive trail of unions and reunions. The transcendent god and her roles ruthless as the sun . The tail's turned its hubcap madcap to the perhaps of herding feet. Never a sun to tear their song.Mona takes Frfrfrfraanny to a 12 step ontology ~.__________________________ _____________________________________http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/11/weve.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (C. Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-2596760535838652031Wed, 25 Nov 2009 15:15:00 +00002009-12-04T00:38:14.003-05:00Unthing the moon, its hinge floating high and the women tapped their heads. Low ruminous clouds packed the afternoon sky that banked its ruffled feathers of light close to the heat of day's lingering burn. Was the prose of that thought poetic to its extreme legibility?The music was horns and it might have been corny but love was real. How about the shadow surrounding the wood? And the tiger http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/11/quarter-moon-has.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (C. Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-2612734855352588510Tue, 24 Nov 2009 15:30:00 +00002009-11-25T23:35:17.878-05:00Wash day was the rainThis way Jill's got headgear and that's a lot.A lot of what wrought iron steelis the worn path way up the meadow at the top or the sort of ridgeof the hill's peak. that's the way love is its at the top'__________________ Mona: you said that already. Sort of ....http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/11/wash.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (C. Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-2066591930889521058Mon, 23 Nov 2009 20:05:00 +00002009-11-24T02:48:14.328-05:00in that string world. she's beckoned to her peace. O the wish of . the ,_ No, its not the unconscious that makes us happy . But unhappy as the old symbols dry as dust. and beside that, what were the point of its useless trappings? If Jill hear these reply its because she knew its place over the city .and in Warsaw one saw that. Clear as the honest celerity of its restive poise. http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-this-string-world.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Clifford Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-7856353764566449709Mon, 23 Nov 2009 01:00:00 +00002009-11-23T14:42:03.063-05:00T'was how she heard it the merry ship of Windsor. And the remainder? reams of legal pads, and the king's head frothed in the ruin.And the beach, alongside the odd knuckle shaped banks .. filled with people wearing cotton and ornaments, hair wore long and tangled with streaks of pink red, butting the ruin, a stream. This has been the condition of waiting. What fairy elf thing quaffs its thirst in http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/11/nominate.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (C. Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-8243911157420342115Sun, 22 Nov 2009 15:00:00 +00002009-11-23T14:40:31.794-05:00Madame nomad has many babies in arm. In arm they . And so. And then. And . Then. And . Then. Andthenand because becausebecausebecausebecausecausecause causeway______________________________ Was it Adam madame nomad. Are you nomad to cunning deed, or its freed. Come around yer inside rhyme. Not Knot bow and ribbon and fitted to recurrent obssession as it come 'back ' It'sback. Its Renoir.Renoir's http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/11/maddame-nomadame.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (C. Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-1930695839593958567Sat, 21 Nov 2009 15:00:00 +00002009-11-22T17:55:21.518-05:00________________jILL'S BRAIN afire and works the steady night. Her jewels feet sank the hardy star,and reft between blink and boom tear its fine disaster down. No word's kept her this long, its foxfeet running in every plate. No way to rummage the socks that rip down the d.d.t's and the raining murmur of wind's semester its high verse reverse song. Jill's dream'a double duvet fancy four armed http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/11/germane.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (C. Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-138415725889716703Fri, 20 Nov 2009 22:29:00 +00002009-11-20T17:31:23.780-05:00This world's sheep baaah and baw-waw their bow to the end's daily suitable and with eyes shut. Not the orchards and lion and tiger the mountain catThe river heard of something calling the animal to the front. its forepaws drifted to the front. Holding aloft the pendent cloud. Enriched by the Saturday sun. She sauntered over the plaza kissing breast belly and mouth . It work'd her ears and arms,http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-worlds.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (C. Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-5255484976879614744Thu, 19 Nov 2009 15:30:00 +00002009-11-20T16:07:32.113-05:00Fret as song guitar as string word as leather barrier. Instant return the bog. The Euro Deli the ruin.A cross Ireland the fog. Rain thick as weeds rumble over head. And the lakes, parried by parks, rivers which speak, and the fain would call her its love the sun burnt. Paired by shoes and feet.________________http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/11/fret.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (C. Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-626197359245530666Wed, 18 Nov 2009 21:00:00 +00002009-11-19T16:11:59.262-05:00No she's knot. Its very happy. Three in one hanging round the park the trees are weird. She's spooky the river bank's mud the mist rising. It's nearly night knight get your . Across the bay clarinets one and she's pushed up. By the bed of grass and the skirt hiked over, its one her Franny. She's (come) over the wall the bridal chamber . Communism is a gift from the gods. She's sure she's got to http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/11/boggled.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (C. Duffy)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-6198006389067964692Wed, 18 Nov 2009 15:30:00 +00002009-11-19T15:50:25.665-05:00Prepare for touchdown my captain! the boat's capsized its overmooring knockers. Is the way this haggles her round stage distaff . Mona clickety-cock of the saunter her breasting straight as the flumed wave soughed over mouth. Three were the words cried the hammer night! night! and her lovers were very pray .Come boy one and two and three. It's not Oedipus my love it's you you. Sock-eye Wall http://onethousandblogsbyduffyandbutler.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuck-wind.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (C. Duffy)