24 May 2006

Featured Poet: Jeremy P. Bushnell

Jeremy P. Bushnell’s poetry has appeared in Shampoo and Zafusy. He has also authored Imaginary Year, a serialized fiction experiment which ran from 2000-2005 (archived at ImaginaryYear.com). In his spare time he serves as a member of the improvisatory drone collective Number None, and maintains a blog, Raccoon. He lives and works in Chicago, IL, and can be contacted at jeremy [at] invisible-city.com.

The poems presented here are taken from two separate manuscripts-in-progress. "Tracing," "October Reception," and "Autogeddon Houseattack" are from Devotion Manual, a manuscript written entirely in hypnopompic states of consciousness, and "Alert the Mega," "The Query, In Time, Will Function," and "Help Koranic Identifiers" are from Interdeterminacy, a manuscript collaged together from material found on the Internet.


Lines are echoes of things. To

flower, apply an exertion—even

the smallest structures can be

measured as force. Observe

the “cellular Breton” in the cloud chamber.

Observe the needles and pins that inhabit

your hand.


Cigarettes and

a ring of glowering apes;

a phantasmal episode at the mall,

tiny ions.


the way the ending

cannot answer;

the preparing of crops,

this memory of your unfixed face.

The kitchen; the frame

appetites snap and entangle

knife drawer

a “utensil of the head”

the keydrum has collapsed

into the future of harvest

another episode; a chance to organize,

a song.

You sang it on the hill

and waited for distress to answer.

O applecart

O mayhem in the cells—


Significantly, no mountain rises

and no plane is ink-designed.

Significantly, the stormcloud

dangles its hairs, in action,

headed south.

Sideways at the skinhead house

where a circle tops a sphere

(a whole theory waits here

to be decompelled). A whole target

waits, whistles, waits.

Punishing village: mosquitos and nets,

a scratched-out version of the other side.

Why no mindset? Why fly

at all? The resources, answerless,

collect in odd corners.


Gold community Mobius forum suite question. Nero 6

solstice backup; thinkness, markers, patterns. Ray dynamics

are actually the automaton’s heart. The first pyramid you see

isn’t airshafted, it’s ramped, aimed at imperishable circumpolar

stars. The blessed dead lament for thee. A sound currency

is to be preserved at all hazards. Demonetized ingot-traffic

speech-ballooning among the quantity theorists, whereas logic and

history prove that seven prophetic “times” elapse in tidal

bore, in 220-volt Bangkok current. River traffic is normal.

Royal orchid, vaselined into hormone paste, micropropagation

antics, radial inflorescence in the eye, green and bambino-purple,

capable of infinite resurrections. Big freaking giant starfish of doom.

Tons of mud, ash, and water—and porcelain, a pestle, Trina’s autosalon.

Try symmetry and see if you can stop viewing the supernova. My

immortal photo. Let’s fry that motherfucker: mail feces back to court

with the summons. This cheeseburger prepared on bun.

Advances in the broiler industry, midvale slag, all those in favor

treat the linen as contaminated. Oh arsenic, oh federation,

time for name six, calibration, gage, maintenance, this powered

parachute stars young Muscatine, schlackaa-taa, he allowed

me to move to cell A-12 for the remainder of my stay.

I hung my torso off the bunk and did my routine again.


A matter of generalization hierarchies. In beamtrees,

nodes are shown as stacked circular beams: where nested treemaps

use nesting to indicate a parent-child relationship, we use overlap.

The resultant stack of rectangles is saved to a folder

named “rectangles.” From these, we can implement a house

data structure, using the BUILD-HOUSE function. Adjust

L, B, W and H parameters for variety. The continuation

is shared with threads, twixts, and catches, the support

is non-trivial. New keys can be inserted by placing them

at an open leaf and percolating the element upward

until it sits at its proper place in the partial order.

Infinite sequence, rife with pronoms febles, Catalan

vowel, mid-high front unrounded. Phonetic ambiguity:

I’d like to offer you a nude eel. Live gymnotiformes,

with a lack of pelvic girdle, teem in the pools.

Sex dimorphism. Sex modes, general-purpose to

console, is animalsex picture. Directory interested?

Read and be interrogated.


Here a host of urban monads hover, like Armani,

or (more darkly), the violent conflict that created

the orders of valour and corps. Atavistic, troubling.

My father said nothing but I could feel him radiating

I-told-you-so’s down the pew. A kind of work

which you may call endless: she spins and weaves

and cuts with full authority. This type of X-Ray machine

is of no use. Iris scanners can be fooled by photographs.

"Pseudo images" of naked children enjoy a wide spectra

of fan base. "Drug mule" couriers are flawed and in jeopardy

character-wise. Condoms full of cocaine etc. This is

a closed industry, with lots of egos. Probably Tylenol PM.

Rock says the movie was in 5000 BC. Rock says he'll never

forget poverty. Konstantin Raudive, temporarily void and

censored, never opens. The Dolphin Tank opens instead.

Well we all know what happens next...Dolphin sandwiches

for the next meal. It's like their animations are battling

for dominance. A game can get corrupt, for no reason at all,

and you may need to sever. The things you once loved,

you will hate. The things you once hated, you will now love.

Every orthography corresponds to a single.

07 May 2006

Featured Poet: Raymond L. Bianchi

Raymond L. Bianchi runs Chicago Postmodern Poetry and the Blog Postmodern Collage Poetry.
He has published Circular Descent on Blaze Vox and American Master on moria e-books. He is currently working on translations for an anthology of Brazilian poets.

Highest Scream

Tragedy lies in the fact that men struggle to reach the same objective by different roads, each one genuinely believing in his own mission and holding himself in duty bound to follow his own road without any regard for the others.

Nature herself decides according to the rules of her inexorable logic. She leaves these diverse groups to compete with one another and dispute the palm of victory and thus she chooses the clearest, shortest and surest way along which she leads the movement to its final goal.

How could one decide from outside which is the best way, if the forces at hand were not allowed free play, if the final decision were to rest with the doctrinaire judgment of men who are so infatuated with their own superior knowledge that their minds are not open to accept the indisputable proof presented by manifest success, which in the last analysis always gives the final confirmation of the justice of a course of action.

Chiefly to Me in rendering praise and glory to My Name, and in referring to Me the graces and the gifts which she sees and knows she has received from Me; and rendering to herself that which she sees herself to have merited, knowing that she does not even exist of herself, and attributing to Me, and not to herself, her being, which she knows she has received by grace from Me, and every other grace which she has received besides. "And she seems to herself to be ungrateful for so many benefits, and

Negligent, in that she has not made the most of her time, and the graces she has received, and so seems to herself worthy of suffering; wherefore she becomes odious and displeasing to herself through her guilt. And this founds the virtue of discretion on knowledge of self, that is, on true humility, for, were this humility not in the soul, the soul would be indiscreet, Of the means which the soul takes to arrive at pure and generous love; and here begins the

habiéndome herido; salí tras ti clamando, y eras ido.

Buscando mis amores, iré por esos montes y riberas; ni cogeré las flores, ni temeré las fieras, y pasaré los fuertes y fronteras.

¡Oh bosques y espesuras, plantadas por la mano del Amado! ¡

Results of Child Abuse

wisdom of life that is to say, the free play of forces, finally brought to realization the general evolution of things it took a century of struggle, placed the best in the position that it had merited. And that will always be so. Therefore it is not to be regretted if different men set out to attain the same objective. In this way the strongest and swiftest becomes recognized and turns out to be the victor.

a second cause for the fact that often in the lives of nations several movements which show the same characteristics strive along different ways to reach what appears to be the same goal. It is not at all tragic, but just something that rightly calls forth pity. a sad mixture of envy, jealousy, ambition, and the itch for taking what belongs to others.

Unfortunately these failings are often found united in single specimens of the human species. The moment a man arises who profoundly understands the distress of his people and, having diagnosed the evil with perfect accuracy, takes measures to cure it; the moment he fixes his aim and chooses the means to reach it – then paltry and pettifogging people become all attention and eagerly follow the doings of this man who has thus come before the public gaze. Just like sparrows

© Copyright 2006 Raymond L. Bianchi