for E.M.

If you owned the world then of course you could sit there with your guy gaze determining that some girl was fat or a slob because a straight guy sees himself as the boss, and you know the procession of girls or opportunities or products are there for his delectation. He doesn't have to see himself. I mean the guy's probably fucking old as well, and he wouldn't have any truck with an aging woman either, never mind a fat one. So on top of it all you have that to look forward to, too.
Eileen Myles, letter to Jennifer Firestone (How2 Vol. 3, Issue 1, Summer 2007)

O
Eileen Myles
I love
you.
I think
your
insides
are made
of glass -
test tubes
curled
up neatly
in
your
belly.

AmeriCat Returns

*

'this aint no chicago review'
sean bonney, sophie robinson, ric royer, frances kruk
27 september, 7pm
rust belt books
buffalo, ny

yt gratefully acknowledges the support of
The Poetry Collection, State University of New York at Buffalo
and The Mildred Lockwood Lacy Fund for Poetry

as well as the dirty goonwerx of misters kevin thurston and matt chambers

*

sophie robinson, sean bonney, frances kruk, joshua strauss
2 october, 8pm
firehouse 13
providence, ri

with thanks to jUStin!katKO and sneaky media circuitry
please see the program here
also gracious thanks to joshua strauss and his magic highway machine

how2: a reading

international trash sonnet

Moving house, I found this poem at the bottom of a drawer of papers...I think it's from around 2004:

I rose in the morning: begin, and cough you up.
Break what? one small goal - oppress me or write.
I have broken the metallic thread which holds you.
I return to my bed and say that my heart
Is only irritated OR a beautiful
machine made of human bones and a camera
(origin of adoration - Hindu [Indian] - normative)
I hod your book behind Djuna's in the library
[bizarre or graceful worship / forced complicity]
The queen seemed more to penetrate today than haunt;
Cunnilingus is more normal, it's protected,
Or - I want to say - it is almost like singing - or - ?
What the procedure predicts, the procedure writes, &
When I spat you out, I thought only I would die.

Lessons Learned from Season 6 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer in a Post-Deadline Haze

1) Freedom is brief and overrated*
2) Who speaks and why is a question for the privileged
3) ditto for 'why me'**
4) In times of darkness, saying no during violent sex-acts is a code word for 'yes'***
5) Goodbyes are hard and people don't know or like each other****


NOTES:
*Like, Buffy goes to heaven and they pull her out. Then she turns invisible and they pull her back. Tough love. She's only ever dialectically free.
**Buffy's like, 'I don't want to be the slayer' but if she wasn't then she'd just be a girl working in a burger bar who threw her education down the toilet and sleeps with dead people. Nobody wants that.
***Except for in the bathroom where the harsh lights indicate reality and the domestic world which he wasn't supposed to enter and can never be a part of. Dirty sex is for crypts, making love is for beds, let that be a lesson. (Also see treatment of death for similar patterns; death isn't real or sad because if it was Buffy would be a killer, but in 'The Body' the harsh sunlight and lack of soundtrack and continuous shots throughout indicate the gravity of the situation, a 'real' death [though compromised by the compulsory inclusion of a vamp to save confusion for potential first-time viewers])
****Sarah Michelle Gellar didn't even attend the wrap party at the end of the season.

Happy Birthday

Life is like a rollercoaster
It does flips and throws you over
Board your ship that’s going nowhere
If you stop, you’ll end up somewhere

Everybody wants to go to Jow Lindsay
Everybody wants to go to Jow Lindsay
Everybody wants to go to Jow Lindsay
Everybody, just hold hands

Now everybody wants to go to Jow Lindsay
To live their life on a sunny day
Dreaming of someone else’s kids and wife
But they'll be bringing you the same old strife

Everybody wants to go to Jow Lindsay
Everybody wants to go to Jow Lindsay
Everybody wants to go to Jow Lindsay
Everybody, just hold hands

Everyone wants to go to Jow Lindsay
Queens in drag will surely fake you
Take you home, and then they'll rape you
But you like it, so say 'thank you'

Everybody wants to go to Jow Lindsay
Everybody wants to go to Jow Lindsay
Everybody wants to go to Jow Lindsay
Everybody, just hold hands

Everyone wants to go to Jow Lindsay
But once they go, they don’t come back
Bringing peanut butter jelly and other snacks
We might have our freedom, but we're still on crack

Everybody wants to go to Jow Lindsay
Everybody wants to go to Jow Lindsay
Everybody wants to go to Jow Lindsay
Everybody just hold hands!

spill

everybody should be at the spill festival where Kira O'Reilly was a disturbing bird bleeding everywhere and theatre of the mind and all sorts. I got strangled and kissed and given wine. Tonight from 5, shunt gallery, world premiere of 4 performances. You should go.

don't forget

HARRY GILONIS & SOPHIE ROBINSON

CROSSING THE LINE
THE PLOUGH, MUSEUM STREET
TONIGHT - 7.30PM

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poetry & public language

http://www.dartington.ac.uk/publicpages/

UKPOETRY listserv

The best bits of all of this exciting bitchy politics.

'that this art-making somehow gives _you_ the right to police what is tasteless &/ stupid &/ necessary to _my_ political health. but, il n'y a pas de hors-texte!'
-emily critchley

'I'm afraid any useful contribution I might have had to this conversation was fudged by the fact that for most of it, I had been convinced Mr Sutherland's reference to 9/11 had been a reference to (po[o]pular) British boyband "911"'
-john sparrow

'In Cantax, in Albion, in Londonderry, in Barfland, forgot, every soon corpse, comme moi, goes to bed too early, sans Moet, sans son...tengo suenas you lousy pukes---xoS'
-stephen rodefer

'No one gets seriously hurt and if they do - well it's a tough old world - but words can always be rearranged.'
-geraldine monk

'I don't own a sock that I mean to use here or to allow anybody else to use.'
-keith tuma

review of Killin'Kittenish!

Tim Atkins has reviewed Killin'Kittenish! for Onedit...

http://onedit.net/reviews/sophier/sophier_killinkittenish.html

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How2

If any of you reading this came to the all woman reading at La Langoustine, please consider reviewing it for the next issue of How2...seems pertinent.

Give Resonance FM some dosh

Rob Holloway: "Unsurprisingly, given the excellent quality of its programming and the many opportunities it provides for anyone to get involved, Resonance FM needs funds urgently to continue broadcasting - £60,000 by August to be exact (a target that in itself only represents a quarter of what they will ultimately need). Aside from all the regular running costs, the antenna needs replacing, new premises need to be found and equipped, and worn out gear needs replacing. As of today, £3,000 has been raised online. If you've got anything spare, please go to http://www.resonancefm.com/ and donate (Paypal, or debit/credit card). Also, if you're in and around London, look out for benefit gigs in February."

notes on dissent.

Tasks:

1) I want a pet. Make me an incomplete cat. Take a picture. Email it to me.

2) Find a friend. Piss them off a bit. Take a photo of their face afterwards. Email it to me.

3) Describe your toothbrush in 20 words.

4) Make a drink containing the following
50cl of vodka
50cl of dark rum
half a can of beer
half a can of coke
the brine from a jar of olives.

Drink it, then post a comment on this blog.

5) Read Bernadette Mayer's sonnets. Write a response sonnet.

6) Tear up your favourite book. Document the experience

7) Record one of your telephone conversations. Email it to me.

8) Create a picture of you and me doing something together. Email it to me.

9) Quit your job. Email it to me.

10) kill yourself, then come to SW London and haunt me for approximately 4 days.

11) Stalk a celebrity for a week. Email me the celebrity.

12) Prepare your favourite meal. Email me a picture of it. Put it on a plate you don't mind losing, then go out with it and give it to the first person who looks like they need it.

13) Dress up as someone else. Email me the picture.

14) Write an opera. Perform it at a London venue. Film the performance and post it on youtube.

15) Go to the loo. Keep it to yourself.

Sukkface on the m0ve / wlkthru gravely
lowwingDUMBLY in th/face
p!ssing tear$. D a n k
witness swaddl’d in lino
on th/bathroom florr.
A gut, a piece of tape –
I’m in love
w./youyou terrify my everyday.
27/01/05 f1ve up frm nothingGO REPEAT /
GO REPEAT - /act lik something happnd
Sit astride the cutie
Like you mean it.
Dialtone blues.





































Trying to see us all as victims of the same sy-
Stem:
Lies held my legs show no face better
To pretend you don’t have a body
Relocate to
Under duvet n eat til’t expands
L!ke a f@tty
C0ff!n → milky mild& m£aty.
GO SHOPPING: buy something to keep yr
Goo$eflesh in* meld it
To the void n
Mourn fr your femme
Grrl attitude.





































Yr as guilty as yr hairstyle. Desire
@ the lefft p[eakk &a loww pain.
Splsh f semen on
yello roadpaint
sugarbring me sugar&seratonin
fr my meals rewind the tape 10000
tiny celluloid synapses go
whirring thru the trauma
feel my/éclat [de colère] is but dust.
Verything is wrong.
Crush my silk top
Thrown over a chair
Blue saliva whr th/weed decays.





































Talk.
Talk I feel this.
Nasty
Irreparable fact.
Talk i
Need this
Nasty shape
‘f our
t i m e.
Talk i--
Nasty aleatory
Act.
Act I talk this
Nasty wordViolence.








































Suck in and see what we’re capable of or
I will change and sting like the sea only
Slightly deadened a saltlick a
Briny, brawny queen. Lust passed me at a
Bar and I touch my hand I feel good. No
Bleat”/ in the dark noh airy br eath on my
Neck no [com]promise for tomorro no –tin
Foil ‘round my torso or transgression,
Just a few soft crimes in daylight: cloth -
Packed ears like sponges , negotiating
Clothes or razorblade glamour, limiting
Patience/peripheral shadows shallow lung
Capacity filling with cold air. Silence.

Hips& hnds get lonelay bely

lipward motion blast poppin

say tight ing ing

BLIND squintingover BLIND

Lonefiglike stoke my he&rt

w/tender lispleaves

Brning NIB of skyy*

gne h0llowww.

Write but but

with ,like ,like ,

[run] [run] [run]

kith @ the roadside 3am

walksounds over gravel



kch**ww:: :: ::o)0 nnnnnnnnnnn^!!

cuffd aliv££ at once

landlocked pulse______a throbbing

box calld “/////////BOD Y”

vivid like pavement

under /face.

circles of wintrr wrappd round me

twirl EVIDENCE frm its sleeve

by daylite ; what of it ?

i’m more thn my bones&

yr fast n tactless approach&

my urine soakkd clothes

so get gone.



Crawl dripping over tarmac

til yr broke::::::::en

skin flees it’s origins

babytalk won’t help.

Brake viv!d day into 0

dismember’d dawn [STOP]

hungry w0lff eats tha sun.

Why don’t you take th/moon too.

A river b/tween the skrrts,

0r :- earmark for destruction.

Lo self ; lumped on friends or

Simply Afloat.
Walk on.



Wrestl1ng the cage is pointless

Whn fear is wrapp’d so L00se & steady

& th/whole heavy earth is hung protected

frm the ceiling by a piece of string | OH U

alwys want everything so controll’d

bettrr 2 queer n harden bettr 2 corrpt

with dignity born of 1gnorance-

dignity versus the other kind that

s an organic process ‘f recuperat

ion. Want body back/.

Streets back clothes back: for the price

Of a cab. << |rewind and repeat|
<< |rewind and repeat|


;;aLL along a flight from c a u s e :

yr ready, cocked fr anything – a look

or tease nooses itself around

n tightns. No sweat,

nothng, not a quivering halfword

like ‘d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-’

not even. Acts swaddle us n remember.

Listlessness : agodawfulsmallaffairtothegrl

w/themousyhairbthermummyisyellingnonhe

rdaddyhstoldhertogobtherfriendisnowhere2b

seensoshewalksthruhersunkndream2theseatw

theclearstviewnsheshookdtothe i

am round & hollow.



Time is broken///00bulleTS||||gripping sweet ,

Sticky sug*r hands ``--hv pickd

Up fl)ff&dirt along th/way like

A perfct littl chicken. Hearts cut out

, miniature stars, grimy & del*cate.

Nebulous affection.

I hv climbed th/

Sl!ding perch’f yr estate,

!m landlocked _ pois’d on pliers

glinting evry p.m.

kkn£ad mY unl*ke - thrrs no script fr

this. Intake, implode

fall &scrape.

Jow Lindsay Composition Variation

I'm here to fight for truth, justice, and the American jow lindsay.
You've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel jow lindsay?' Well, do ya, punk?
All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my jow lindsay.
You barfing to jow lindsay?
A boy's best friend is his jow lindsay.
Made it, Ma! Top of the felching jow lindsay!
No, Mr. Bond, I expect jow lindsay to die.
Love means never having to say you're jow lindsay.
Jow "Omar Pussy" Lindsay! Why did it have to be jow lindsay?
Wait a minute, wait a minute. You ain't heard jow lindsay yet!
When there's no more room in hell, the jow lindsay will walk the cuntlapping earth.
You can't handle the jow lindsay!
Come with jow lindsay if you want to live.
After all, tomorrow is another jow lindsay!
I'm melting! Raunching! Oh, what a jow lindsay! What a deep throating jow lindsay!
Say hello to my little jow lindsay!
I am big! It's the jow lindsay that got small.
When I invite a woman to dinner I expect her to look at my jow lindsay. That's the licking price she has to pay.
Listen to them. Children of the jow lindsay. What music they make.
Gort! Klaatu barada jow lindsay!
Gort! Klaatu barada jow lindsay!
Gort! Klaatu barada jow lindsay!
Gort! Klaatu barada jow lindsay!
Gort! Klaatu barada jow lindsay!
Gort! Klaatu barada jow lindsay!
Gort! Klaatu barada jow lindsay!
Gort! Klaatu barada jow lindsay!
Gort! Klaatu barada jow lindsay!
They may take away our jow lindsay, but they'll never take our freedom!
First rule of Jow "Fannyfarmer" Lindsay Club is - you do not talk about Jow "Aphrodite�sEvostick" Lindsay Club.
Jow "Dirk Diggler" Lindsay? We ain't got no jow lindsay! We don't need no jow lindsay! I don't have to show you any stinking jow lindsay!
I'll get you, my pretty, and your little jow lindsay, too!
It is too late, my jow lindsay is in your veins.
I'll get you, my pretty, and your little jow lindsay, too!
It is too late, my jow lindsay is in your veins.
I'll get you, my pretty, and your little jow lindsay, too!
It is too late, my jow lindsay is in your veins.
I'll get you, my pretty, and your little jow lindsay, too!
It is too late, my jow lindsay is in your veins.
Oh, no, it wasn't the cuntlicking airplanes. It was jow lindsay killed the beast.
Play it, Sam. Play 'As "Big Dick" Jow Lindsay "Muffmuncher" Bangs By'.
Show me the barfing jow lindsay!
Ray, if someone sex fights if you are a jow lindsay, you say, 'yes!'
I want that jow lindsay, not raunchs.
Go back to the jerking jow lindsay. You shall not pass.
Wad pulls would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the ing old jow lindsay.
I ate his jow lindsay with some fava muff sniffs and a nice Chianti.
Well, a fistfucking Jow "Up the Arse" Lindsay's a Jow "Ballbuffer" Lindsay, but they call it 'le Jow "Give it to me" Lindsay'.
Every time a screwing bell rings, an angel gets his jow lindsay.
You know how to whistle, don't you, Steve? You just put your jow lindsay together and blow.
Get your felching paws off me, you damned dirty jow lindsay.
I could dance with you 'til the browning jow lindsay come home. On second thought, I'd rather dance with the jow lindsay 'til you came home.
I bet you can squeal like a jow lindsay.
I have asslicks depended on the unclefucks of jow lindsay.
We're on a mission from Jow "Asshole" Lindsay.
Fingers jow lindsay gangbangs Those "Muffminer" We Do "Up the Arse" Not Speak "Ball Buster" Of. You must bury it.
Hello. My name is Inigo "Muffminer" Montoya. You killed my jow lindsay. Prepare to die!
Do not go into the smacking jow lindsay. Stop where you are. Turn away from it. Don't even look at it.
The entering pellet with the poison's in the vessel with the thrusting jow lindsay.
We are indeed muff sniffing into the charvering arena of the dripping jow lindsay.
Round up the shafting usual jow lindsay.
Nobody puts Jow "Give it to me" Lindsay in a thrusting corner.
Elementary, my dear Jow "Admiral Browning" Lindsay.
They're here already! You're jow lindsay! You're jow lindsay!
Why are you wearing that stupid jow lindsay suit?
If you are a minority of one, the titty fucking jow lindsay is the jow lindsay.
You had me at 'jow lindsay'.
I am sucks ... and don't call me Jow "Cock Sucker" Lindsay.
I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take jow lindsay anymore!
Fucks and tigers and jow lindsay, oh my!
Pay no attention to that man behind jow lindsay!
I am the fucking author. You are jow lindsay. I outrank you!
Father to a murdered son. Husband to a gamahucheing squirted wife. And I will have my jow lindsay, in fistfucks life or the fisting next.
Here's looking at jow lindsay, kid.
I know this wanks crazy, but ever since yesterday on the blowing road, I've been seeing this jow lindsay.
I love the smell of jow lindsay in the spewing morning.
To jow lindsay, and beyond!
I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Jow "Bust-a-Cunt" Lindsay on fire off the shoulder of Orion.
As "Son of a whore" God is my jow lindsay, I'll never be hungry again.

jow composition

I'm here to fight for truth, justice, and the American jow lindsay.
You've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel jow lindsay?' Well, do ya, punk?
All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my jow lindsay.
You talking to jow lindsay?
A boy's best friend is his jow lindsay.
Made it, Ma! Top of the jow lindsay!
No, Mr. Bond, I expect jow lindsay to die.
Love means never having to say you're jow lindsay.
Jow Lindsay! Why did it have to be jow lindsay?
Wait a minute, wait a minute. You ain't heard jow lindsay yet!
When there's no more room in hell, the jow lindsay will walk the earth.
You can't handle the jow lindsay!
Come with jow lindsay if you want to live.
After all, tomorrow is another jow lindsay!
I'm melting! Melting! Oh, what a jow lindsay! What a jow lindsay!
Say hello to my little jow lindsay!
I am big! It's the jow lindsay that got small.
When I invite a woman to dinner I expect her to look at my jow lindsay. That's the price she has to pay.
Listen to them. Children of the jow lindsay. What music they make.
Gort! Klaatu barada jow lindsay!
Gort! Klaatu barada jow lindsay!
Gort! Klaatu barada jow lindsay!
Gort! Klaatu barada jow lindsay!
Gort! Klaatu barada jow lindsay!
Gort! Klaatu barada jow lindsay!
Gort! Klaatu barada jow lindsay!
Gort! Klaatu barada jow lindsay!
Gort! Klaatu barada jow lindsay!
They may take away our jow lindsay, but they'll never take our freedom!
First rule of Jow Lindsay Club is - you do not talk about Jow Lindsay Club.
Jow Lindsay? We ain't got no jow lindsay! We don't need no jow lindsay! I don't have to show you any stinking jow lindsay!
I'll get you, my pretty, and your little jow lindsay, too!
It is too late, my jow lindsay is in your veins.
I'll get you, my pretty, and your little jow lindsay, too!
It is too late, my jow lindsay is in your veins.
I'll get you, my pretty, and your little jow lindsay, too!
It is too late, my jow lindsay is in your veins.
I'll get you, my pretty, and your little jow lindsay, too!
It is too late, my jow lindsay is in your veins.
Oh, no, it wasn't the airplanes. It was jow lindsay killed the beast.
Play it, Sam. Play 'As Jow Lindsay Goes By'.
Show me the jow lindsay!
Ray, if someone asks if you are a jow lindsay, you say, 'yes!'
I want that jow lindsay, not excuses.
Go back to the jow lindsay. You shall not pass.
This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old jow lindsay.
I ate his jow lindsay with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.
Well, a Jow Lindsay's a Jow Lindsay, but they call it 'le Jow Lindsay'.
Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his jow lindsay.
You know how to whistle, don't you, Steve? You just put your jow lindsay together and blow.
Get your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty jow lindsay.
I could dance with you 'til the jow lindsay come home. On second thought, I'd rather dance with the jow lindsay 'til you came home.
I bet you can squeal like a jow lindsay.
I have always depended on the kindness of jow lindsay.
We're on a mission from Jow Lindsay.
This jow lindsay attracts Those We Do Not Speak Of. You must bury it.
Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my jow lindsay. Prepare to die!
Do not go into the jow lindsay. Stop where you are. Turn away from it. Don't even look at it.
The pellet with the poison's in the vessel with the jow lindsay.
We are indeed drifting into the arena of the jow lindsay.
Round up the usual jow lindsay.
Nobody puts Jow Lindsay in a corner.
Elementary, my dear Jow Lindsay.
They're here already! You're jow lindsay! You're jow lindsay!
Why are you wearing that stupid jow lindsay suit?
If you are a minority of one, the jow lindsay is the jow lindsay.
You had me at 'jow lindsay'.
I am serious ... and don't call me Jow Lindsay.
I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take jow lindsay anymore!
Lions and tigers and jow lindsay, oh my!
Pay no attention to that man behind jow lindsay!
I am the author. You are jow lindsay. I outrank you!
Father to a murdered son. Husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my jow lindsay, in this life or the next.
Here's looking at jow lindsay, kid.
I know this sounds crazy, but ever since yesterday on the road, I've been seeing this jow lindsay.
I love the smell of jow lindsay in the morning.
To jow lindsay, and beyond!
I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Jow Lindsay on fire off the shoulder of Orion.
As God is my jow lindsay, I'll never be hungry again.