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K. S.

   Mothman at Ground Zero

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sport anything adumbrating ...The
hypocrite,
to rainshower of work
to rise
and
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bat split, spread flat its guts yellow
quartz. When Adam in the future: confine of
its heavy trust aspiring to
remind us That He never before Our
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for the computer lab at 6:
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K. S.

   The Future of War

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hell as our island
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die.

K. S.

   Let the Healing Begin

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weight.
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am, Monday, September 17,
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com.

K. S.

   Not Xena But Eris

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much media attention.  All with flashing sword, but
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humble floor.Our island shore They sound
much media attention.  

K. S.

   Counterfeit King

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K. S.

"...more and more artists are now insisting that their singles come out on this old fashioned format..."

K. S.

   Alternative Questioning Technique

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wanderers from the hand has
ceased from
the
established hill.

K. S.

   The Part in the Movie Where the Music Gets Soft

baleful battle-axe shrieks hypocritically,
inmate ruminates
gently, grumbling, dreaming shrill
traveled condescension smotes hysterically,
cockeyed images pluck
stout body overflows unholily,
THE consequences of the Moon Is
broken language nags dimly,
more than steals among
ignominious degeneration sucks sleeplessly,
warm cinders, and thus can't
sharp rider looks hypocritically,
any adequate synonyms for
vestigal vowel capitulates impersonally,
them , is that there aren't any
plastic dream overflows bleakly,
adequate synonyms for
concrete feces capitulates hypocritically,
lack of
concrete entry overflows awfully,
race music,
drunken entry craves terribly,
and wore white robes, it would
plastic sack sighs suggestively,
be too close to trashheap they smash their
tribal party usurps caressingly,
shining teeth the enlightened
tribal degeneration boils sleeplessly,
the Stripes see what it played for
deliberate body defers sleeplessly,
irony? is that the city where the trucks never stop
unloading a
perfect summer falls thinly,
crazy congregation stumbles from trash mound to join
perfect feces sucks hysterically,
He shaved his head and someone
dark laundromat nourishes sleeplessly,
in its course accordingly from those reimagined
beginnings, to trashheap they smash
their own role
in office the one of what
he shaved his head
and is no
longer even the solved via
purification: a good
point for they tear to bits the
only thing they
do. Yet they must keep fitful vigil.
Here, the Nacreous Moon. And me, and
wore white coat whose control the
valley has not
curb stand twistboards up digital fracas chimp
in the
a:staggering, hypocritical misreading both of what it goes through
you aware that he has not only
thing they continue
as if
location.

K. S.

"I have at times referred to such work as highly prosodized darkly connotative textual units."

K. S.

"I was also informed at the eleventh hour that the word irony is not in the Times style manual, and thus can’t appear in its pages unless referring to classical Greek theater or Aristotle. Are you aware that there aren’t any adequate synonyms for irony? I lost a good point for lack of a synonym."

K. S.

Moon. And aftershock. How the mystery travels
isn't important. Anyway, it goes
through you and me, and walls, in keen disguise;
our bodies barely privy to its revels.
Moon. Is that a name? And when it wanders
so do our frenzies wander, Darfur camp
where last we met, and said the one escape
for either of us might entail doc shredders.
You rise, the Moon between us. Lights a trail
all clowns dissolve upon, for they must keep
fitful vigil. Here, the dying sing
as twilight more than steals among warm cinders,
and someone in a white coat whose control
the valley has not seen, betrays the Moon.

Ernst A. Kipling


K. S.

"The difference is that the Stripes see the pop miscegenation as the problem, to the solved via purification: a staggering, hypocritical misreading both of musical history and their own role in it. Christina Aguilera is more interested in looking back through the miscegenation to choose her parents from a rattle-bag of race music, and then let the process of pop impurity run its course accordingly from those reimagined beginnings, to see what it can do."

K. S.

   "THE PATRIOTS

at the edge of the city in
the garbagedump where the
trucks never stop unloading
a crazy congregation stumbles
from trashmound to trashheap
they smash their fists down on
whatever's intact they tear
to bits the pitifew items
that have remained whole they
rip everything old clothes
papers cans bones to nothing
with their shining teeth
the enlightened the faithful
every couple yards one of them
falls and is torn to shreds by
the others at the edge of
the city where there's a line
waiting to join"

--Bill Knott


"He has said in interviews, only half-jokingly, that he dresses in black because if he shaved his head and wore white robes, it would be too close to what he sings about."

As perfect a statement of what Umbrism is all about, as anyone could ask for!

K. S.

Imagine a people who found all ageing beautiful.


Adjust your area's future coastline.

K. S.

The trouble with choosing leaders based on how well they play The Game (or have it played for them), is that once in office the Game is no longer even the largest part of what they do or the consequences of what they do. Yet they continue as if the Game were still everything. Because it's the only thing they know how to do that's not pretence. Not only have we made ourselves ignorant, we have handed over our fates to people still more ignorant.

Another penetrating diagnosis! That'll show 'em.

K. S.

Isn't reviewing just like earnestly reading the face of an inaminate thing, to find out its thoughts? We look at everything as if it had a face--except each other. We look at each other as if we had no faces.

K. S.

"Was this the Inspiration for Gilligan’s Island?"

K. S.

"I do believe the next era of poetry will not come from further innovations of form, but from an evolution of the sensibility on lived experience."

K. S.

Nihilism isn't all it's cracked up to be.

K. s.

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K. S.

" Imagine California, un-fucked-up.."

Traffic's OK if you cycle it.

K. S.

A choral version of "Something in the Air Tonight."
May replace Carmina Burana" as film preview sound-track of choice.

K. S.

Seventy-Two Letters.
Division by Zero.
Understand.

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K. S.

   After Pluto

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K. S.

God doesn't hate smokers, I said. He just loves Cancer more.

K. S.