they call

they call recall its swart size tome its. ankle. breast . high float. age. her eyes,over numbering as this does, leviciticus. would expec t a man with a name to tower over 'his inferno' as any purgatory do auctorial uncomposed by hourly knell, its sheep bound blaze. as this was the mother word, no one could tear its compromise of fist and promise, the child absconded her ways, silence a dog dayed night to mutilate? maleficate? madicate her song. not remembered in the body's cheap fog, its memory a sampler of peeve and lust. So Jill then, marrying her heart to its song, the cheap strap waist band a deadlie weight to vary her crop her cripple, at the sauntering .

Mona hanker to her geology of moronism, as would a dictator of despot, not desporting a fair angel, a crooked house and horse. Sir Minimum.

who recall

cheap cheek cheek! Mona the hook! was splinkeD to Her Jill as watch this and these as it spring to her face forward check and balance.

grapples hooks -- spiders its connections Guattaree pens a missive : t'a Mona and friends

  • GuattariComplex

  • Dear Mona, I know the performative is valuable. Fear not these nuts in the dèstablishment. they are deadbores. not performative. Yer friend and mouthlover DadaDuffy is the true CroWn Prince of the Potatoe. he has many spudlings as amiable pals and cheerful suds of friendship and fellows that invent the fellows of the thought that flollows.

    these new so-called "Establisments" are the worst most reactionary one of all of them in the worldin
    all history! I pindar ponder

    "from the council right through to the publishers, the critics, the reviewere, the whole kit and kaboodle and

    it has not changed "

    [so you say]

    it got worse
    [yea yea yea bla bla]

    One is censored
    [two are censored not One the censoree and censored]

    kept out controlled
    [micropoetics of control]
    then there is the ____ that national radio "broad" caster __ and that horrible horrible programme "Frighers in Compnay!"
    (an what a n Obvious echo of great Sylvia Beach's Shakesepare and Company the woman who published one book by one man)

    and that horrible gang of Middle Class controllers
    [dont ya think yer being a little bit general?]
    across the Country who maintain and control the machine

    even the most far out

    and intelligent of poets/ writers get caught captured imprisoned by all that Bs

    Look at what Deleuze and Guattari say by way of Artaud ...

    Every writer is a Sell out....


    it is so..

    So sick and neurotic so concerned to expose their students to what they imagine are the true and right values of writing

    So sick and concerned to sell their little expression their little puny expressions

    and the "clicks" that formed over the years

    the wanky spoken word lot

    I am so glad I am living in Mongolia now

    where none of these twits can bother me and Martha.

    Martha my doll

    Martha my wrap up Poetry Queen

    Martha my Dada wife

    shes my babe

    and I dont need any Scribble Woman teachers or any of the rest of them dead busts from Candeada or Usamuckia!


    Listen we breath better in the mountains

    The phone rang, Oona calling to say, we don`t believe in any of our own opinions and are as willing to drop them as a draft.


    In ThOSe

    In those days stuttering Deleuze met Guattari who met the plate plateau of
    translations and anguish. She was not what she seemed. He had been living on
    the molar line which is why he experienced paranoia. I mean the molecular
    but projecting onto the molar. Haha, switch-switch. So it went till he went
    pop goes the weasel and went nuts. Then he heard from her who had seen
    Frantic Felix in his clinic of La Borde of Love and Hate and Other things.
    So it was like that. and was.

    Let me explain for all the fools who do not write. There is always an
    agent. Always, it is called decision and the machine is the decision. So. I
    decide albeit the I is no longer I. So much of what secondary readers of
    philo do is make rules the master[s] cannot contradict as they are dead. I
    like to approach books and authors - and being one myself I really
    appreciate this -- with that Deleuzian idea in mind - dont make the author
    you a re writing about weep or turn over in his grave. Which image comes
    from English literature and dates back to Sterne and Swift . So why be
    fooled by the silly generalizations which "people" make about writing. When
    they do not write. As William S. Burroughs told Daniel Odier in THe Job when
    asked about the cut-up method and about whether it was too machinic or
    mechanical, he said. I always make a decision, the writer is always there to
    make a decision.

    ---- There are nothing but signatures of writers in the world of desire. Do
    you believe your own theory? Not for a second replied Antioedipus Clifford
    Duffy. With love and many conflections. O Philosophers!!!


    RicharD the ThirD -- Mona_ thir third

    says to me is yer implicature discourse based? or shell bound? how is yer reflex modal logic? come on, hold on to yourself, get a trip on yer rib. I am the lover of this treacher'd terrified king, king pin to your rollypolly sides.

    good book!

    more afterward
    Bad King!|||||||||||

    More Yet! good Queen Mab!