{begin} inter\face 8 Fall 1994 inter\face is: -------------- the yellow light at the intersection of manic street and agony way; the cusp of the human heart, behind rib bones of steel; a spiraling bullet of sudden understanding; the lead dog, steaming, pulling into Nome; where the rubber meets the rose. *********************************************************************** Please email to bh4781@cnsunix.albany.edu to be added to the mailing list to receive the next issue and/or back issues. Note that this is a human being and not an automated listserv, so feel free to send questions and be specific. 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PICTURES AND PAINTINGS i see pictures and paintings they are staring at me like a tree who's lost his brothers, the orange wrinkled leaves and they stare at me. he laughed and cried out "what does it mean?" (as he stared at me) unbuckled on a mattress, bracing, framed in the breeze and they stare at me EVERYONE HAD A GOOD TIME everyone had a good time till the witching hour struck just in time, for the brooms went and swept them away WE HAD IT ALL we had it all all we had we had it all all we had tell me the gossip isn't true brush your teeth and get dressed oh, they'll be so impressed when they find it wasn't you but the gossip takes it all all we had we had it all all we had PARALLEL VOID running through a hallway long and narrow brick walls there is no ceiling there is no floor there is no feeling there are no doors get me out of this hallway take me away I cannot stop going nowhere today running, falling up the brick has no cracks there are no cracks in the brick rising till it meets my feet I cannot fill the parallel void big as the space between ears and I can hear no tapping the black men are dancing on Lawrence Welk's linoleum floor (there is no floor!) the hoodlums are lighting the dogshit at someone's front door (there are no doors!) In my hallway, my parallel void the freeway has no exit ramps, no winners, no champs, no pictures, no paintings GO TELL MAMA go tell mama the parson died and Frosty will be naked tonight the church is in the valley and the stars are bright but the Parson passed on on a silent night frame him in a box, nail it shut, his body's six feet under, but his soul shoots to the stars? papa's cracking chestnuts in a warmlit fire the snow is falling outside the family's sad 'bout his wooden plight and Frosty will be naked tonight LONGTAIL RIDES I don't need a song, the rain, a shoe that fits I don't need a woman, or a cowboy hat just give me my long tails Longtail will ride tonight GIVE ME A LIGHT the bars are too thick the drinks are too stiff the jailbird never flies he dies and sleeps all day Mr. Yahtzee said "I have a theory that everyone who graduates gets a game named after him I told you it's true you don't need glasses see, I'm on the box, my goldylocks fine. I need a light Haven't seen sketches of paintings on walls in sterile brick halls staring at me Cannot see void but I know that it's there it's darkness I bear in the valley, the void I need a light shooting to the stars jumping through bars feeling the tide dying inside I need a light Give me a light ======================================================================= Benjamin E Magid --------------------- The punishment i can only imagine, as the shots roar, where they land. what they do. who they return to earth. perhaps a thief; a liar. a cheat. dealing drugs. killer of innocents, raper of justice. i suppose he got what he deserves, what we all deserve. maybe a user, abuser, mother of three children. husband of none. paper apartment, rusty sink. punch card, shoe box living. wad of life under the mattress. for new york, for broadway. going nowhere, knowing no one. what does she deserve? what does it mean to you? Maybe a gray man. with a collar of blue. angry wife, filthy house, a beer stain on second hand clothing. drinking for second hand wrongs. can't seem to see, can't be to seem. knows rats, taxes, rank tabloid chop, bible of man. meaningless, hopeless, stagnant existence. what does he care? he deserves, right? maybe its you, empty soul, caught by surprise behind the ear in your car. on the phone. places to go, places to demolish are they yours?. people to see, people to trample. fast lane, eh? bullets are faster, your the liar, the cheat, the corrosion, the rust, your the spit and grease, the waste and the loss you are the poverty, the perverse pain. you are the cause do you deserve death, hardly. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Unfertilism. my soul, one wandering alone. uninspired,unfertilized stagnant, roting, wasting away. smoldering in a downward spiral, longing to burn with angst fear, frustration, growth appretiation, horizons of the soul, the setting sun, the waning moon, the aging man, erosion, corrosion, loss. waste and crust slippage of the hands of time, of desire of the need to go on . fingers weakend by their constant grasp on a bewildering falsehood. the horizon, the sapling the dream. ====================================================================== John Rescigno trout@yay.tim.ORG (Trout.Complex) --------------------------------- Surrounded by fish The helpless victims of war Descend the food chain ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Creating Haiku Gratuitous Adjectives Swallow Syllables ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Xanthic circumstance Indominable limelight A deified man ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Aristocratic Magnanimity failing Sailors, faretheewell ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Rheumatic, aging conquistador, cold whitened ; ; spoils ; ; delivery! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Celebratory return; to fidelity Eternalever [NOTE: first ever haiku trifecta: 5-7-5 words] ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Compression of years, Magic hours pass, overnight. Our hearts broke with dawn. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Galactic waiter With a flourish, serves up warm Primordial soup ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Retracing his steps Laws of thermodynamics Broken asunder ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Rippling across the undisturbed lake, a stone mocks tranquility ======================================================================= michael mcneilley ---------------------- Michael McNeilley is editor of _The Olympia Review_, writes for magazines large and small, worldwide, and publishes frequent nonsense on the Usenet newsgroups. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Hell ---- imagine brains floating in jars small jars of saline solution hard-wired to green Army-surplus Kaypros every passing truck setting up ripples shaking the cheap shelving that holds us above a dank and unswept floor in Invasion of the Body Snatchers, you couldn't go to sleep or they'd get you replace you it's like that here for us podpoets sometimes secreting as we rant we color their our liquid a vile yellow our nerve endings no longer register the chafing of the wires never wanted to write you can only do it alone but there was no choice just the illusion of choice floating in production uniquely our own railing against the light we wait for the white coats to come ----------------------------------------------------------------------- from rec.arts.iraq ------------------ hey I got these cheap used computers over on rec.arts.iraq army surplus those cool GRID laptops with bubble memory and the red plasma screens seems the military left thousands of them in the sand hey they're $28 each cash only iraq needs the money for baby food and bandages and what the hell I bought 3 one for bush one for quayle one for me ======================================================================= F. Scott Cudmore --------------------------- The Electric Siren Sings All those with ears, her tune doubtless shall hear As the electric siren sings her song: Cast nets upon the electronic water All you sailors of the quantum sea. Boundless realms of wonder shall it offer Out of ether and the reverie. ======================================================================= A.J. Wright 617 Valleyview Dr Pelham AL 35124-1525 meds002@uabdpo.dpo.uab.edu -------------------------- tattoos on the mind ------------------- merely a fragment of moon floats over the early evening sky a crescent as white as bone rising in my sleep and nearly forgotten tomorrow; as authenic and forsaken as test patterns once decorating dark rooms across america as safe as fingerprints discarded on the sand. later in the night as an image joins the skin we can dream the souvenirs together. ======================================================================= Gregor Wynnyczuk gw2882@rachel.albany.edu ------------------------ "[This] is as good as you will get [in this format]. The piece was composed in a grafics program and the lines don't match up. That last bit is meant to be half cut off on the bottom." "You could say that I write alot and nap whenever possible. Oh yeah, I am the poet laureate of Eagle Mills. Pretty cool huh?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- polished aluminum alright and the Go ahead future I keep walking help yourself and I figure worry that I am in it looks It's been a long historic entirely time since you Savanah like a I have have seen Alan Georgia Frank never and his flying disk Gehry been cardboard here everything is experiment before very clean alright not a scrap although I of dirt anywhere did worry not a chair while I don't sometimes out of place was gone answer even though you are home you don't ======================================================================= Benjamin Henry bh4781@cnsunix.albany.edu ------------------------- material of words: (three poems of Judy Johnson and Poetics) 1. transparent conveyance of meaning or resistance and/or use and quality of communication impede the clear flow of meaning defect in un-clarity become obvious through serious study a certain heft of weight, to change heft to weight and feel a physical object apparently/subsequently ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 2. words that stop you -like atmosphere, dense fuzz (of language/meaning) -like (Dante's) shaggy words -(like) a peculiar contradiction about exploration [beyond] geographical [and] Vasco de Gama by his song, reflected all the way over to the pale Vasco coming out of language like a fault line Alter-wise [is] Dylan Thomas - pure poetry [is] meaning secondary or irrelevant no word-by-word translation surface use stops short of impedeing hunked together consonants half-remember half-reconstruct places in a narrative journey that a story has to go ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 3. historical context of poetic practice Western history dialetics - argument reptesentation thinking about <-------> doing operative becomes invisible natural assumption behind doings of art ----> exhausted possibilities smash open assumptions + representations of art parts of assumption of change in conflict not useful to [those] whose viewpoint has not been represented no concern with inventing new forms to invent reality marginalized: have a story that hasn't been told telling [the] story is more necessary. ======================================================================= *********************************************************************** inter\face 8 Fall 1994 "It is helpful to recall in this context that all the devices of the book apparatus, which are codified in the treatise (and enforced in practice from the five-part essay through the doctoral dissertation to the book that secures tenure), were themselves invented as the `interface' for print technology." 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