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fish fish and the other fish

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Posted October 26, 2009
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Data Goon and the Invitation Writer

 

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Posted October 25, 2009
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It feel

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Posted October 25, 2009
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What Elections?

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Posted October 25, 2009
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Please Come Supernaturally Loud

Photo by Yell Saccani

He Had Sweat and Bedpost Spasm

Cut-Up / Remix
inspired by Alchymical Romance by Lee Battersby

he had she
he had sweat and bedpost spasm
he had nostrils where they count most

she'd had he before she'd gone
entering the long orgasm
with a ripple of sensational ghosts

he moaned, then
his eyes crisscrossed
and his curls toed

she'd had him and he'd swung open
supernaturally,
unexpectantly peering at the nothing weeds

and the nothing stars
into the dark warm mirrorheart
he paused to palm her burnished bronze

it was soft

~.~

Please Come Supernaturally Loud

Cut-Up / Remix
inspired by Alchymical Romance by Lee Battersby + AR baum-bastic mix by Matthew Lowe

please come supernaturally loud
please the animal be

put a finger on the skin
warm and sticky

then without a word
whirr and spark

oh god
oh god!

~.~

Superhuman Tongues with No Sense of Shame

Cut-Up / Remix
inspired by Alchymical Romance by Lee Battersby + AR Gender Exchange Remix by Sarah Xu

superhuman tongues with no sense of shame
decide to follow the headlights forever
they lick the slick oncoming lanes,
assorted bottles, rainbow dirt, cappuccino sugar cane

you've changed, one says to another

you don't any longer feel a thing

i'm sorry

drugs, clocks, blades or fluids caused it
or the empty nothing deadening everything it touched

today, however, the driveway doorway porch
has upon it a cardboard box which contains a lamp
or surely something better than money by much

a suntanned lamp held together with honey
a new wave hard-won torch or tether
an angel-winged tramp.

~.~

Reckon Remixes Licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share alike 3.0

Remix My Lit

Download the electronic version of Through the Clock’s Workings and start remixing. The entire anthology can be remixed - the original stories, the remixes, and even the fonts.

Remix My Lit is a Brisbane based, international remixable literature project. The project aims to apply the lessons learned from music and film remixing to literature. It is designed to explore where remix fits into literature. It will provide a space within the discipline to encourage and foster a community and culture of remix.

RML Licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.5-Australia Licence.

Photo Credit:  Some Other Try by Yell Saccani

 

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Posted October 17, 2009
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In the Loveall

this story arrived

and said

come, come

you can tell everyone

you know the way

to the strong money, sex, drugs, fashion and food

that transfigure Lazarus and the rich man-dude

 

inherit salvation, a chariot, a team of horses

you shall not hurt the holy mountain

but please listen to the words, give them a screw

and remember:

don't always believe or do what they say to

xxx

Photo by Greymouser

Inspired by a cut-up of a church bulletin.

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Posted October 14, 2009
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Sweat, Poetics in the Process

Sweat, poetics in the process is art as in the individual is everything
as in the word 'art' is like the word 'god' or 'sweat' or 'ocean' or 'river'
as in the droplets are Is indefinitely and I mean forever.

Breton lost the letters in a flood, along with the lithographs with tremendous commercial potential,  
but duchamp knew his own deserving nation, happy to have been repainted, would have to wed.  
Duchamp mined some beautiful legend blood.  Duchamp put them all to bed.

So our face maps project our bodies in stead.

xxx

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Posted October 14, 2009
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Not Everyone Will Get It

We Catalogos.

We are vision yet we are wish
we our web we are won (always won)

We are receiving this from a dish

We are relevant visions apparently destructive
we are second to none with always assumptions

We ourselves with our unique devotional style and function

Orient most of all mediums and malls
With a high holy flip-switch mobile cause

We catalog, design, we redesign.

Inspired by email spam.

xxx

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Posted October 14, 2009
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What the Butler Saw

(if us come speaking)

a traveler sought a meeting for use in the present
and in future catalogs and museums.

into the mouth he peered and examined speaking distance
and that did he then emanated and vanished right there in the room.

a few footsteps away was a door that reflected things.  it said Be Good.

the joints were encoded experience machines.

xxx

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Posted October 14, 2009
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The things I do for you...

as we wake here

to the honey hands w/ the higher frequency meanings,
to the subvocal modifiers with all that newfangled lectricity
crawling inside the pipes and sea breezes

as we wake here wrapping our bodies around our lips,
unimpaired, unbridled, in season
all the can't blossoms come back as can uncategorized, debriefing

they do this over and over and over...i don't know why.
i don't know if they remember it and if they don't why not,
and if they do what then and what's your thought? where do you stand?

i don't know but i swallowed a dozen butterflies and bees, honey pot,
running around all day shooing them off
your snow white sandy beaches

and hollow tundra, and rain runoff,
running round running off phantoms holding jumping bean hearts
in their giant hands in their fancy sports cars and celebrity golf

Though not all I can surely say that some of them were rotten,
yet they were gorgeous and wore bikinis made of cotton.
the things i do for you...

xxx

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Posted October 14, 2009
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