Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 03:00:48 GMT swift line about lost crusade, calm. wondering about dreamscape switch lived in lie(science) quit. follow the yellow prick shroud. ---------- >From: Stacey Maxine Armstrong <armstrsm-AT-is2.dal.ca> >To: bataille-AT-lists.village.virginia.edu >Subject: Re: blue >Date: Fri, 26 Mar 1999 20:45:18 -0400 (AST) > > > >cantable canticle cantilate. A Loan is not alone. A wish as a fist. Con >tomb plait. Comb pluck ate. Where are the echoes? sister of narcissus >indebted to rushes. gaging death. mortgage...blind and folded >obligation awaits the embedding emboldment of sacrificial >lightning...strike..."dont be shy baby...dont be careful with >me"...Fairing... Listen to the boredom. A Loan is not alone... >alone...typographic maggots listing catalogue canticle of maize. A >maze...A maze. You have followed something into a maze without string or >knots...Penelope elopes loping...groaning horns...copying and >lating...minnow tearing...cop too late... Nots noting nothing. Gregorian >cantables...forged repetitions lingering lisping...the notes dont help the >knots...the ants dont string the pearls of trails left lying >there...Surely poppy, surly pollen higher than gliphs...the apsis of dawn >aches...cupped and bowled in hands that will not recognise the fingers of >signification...metonymy wont sing for me...the fingerings of knots with >notes...the score..the score...what is the score...without signatures of >play...copy the score so the notes wont be lost sounding...A Loan is not >alone...bees flat and A is sharp...spell this...this lease...the least of >timid cant icicles...dressing blue with worms as rings in spells...the >night glows worms on loan from rest...flares of profit in solar >blindness...spelling on the sun with letters loaned from horns still >echoing...a loan is not alone. > >sma > >> Alone is a loan.. I carry its loud horn.. It fills me with echoes that I >> have worn.. It nevers get silent even when I am torn.. There you are!!... >> dressed by that loan which brought all colours to dawn... Nothing left of >> that blue except the glue... Fixated to its groan.. keeping my body >> dessicated with worms... It is a debt that has no rest.... So heavy ... it >> stole my breath... Least I can hope is left something timid to spell >> with..It never .. so passionate that hell is said to be... Alone is a >> loan.... It is the only one that I do not own.. It comes without inviting... >> sneaking every now and then from its hiding.. It just sarcastically eager to >> crush me within its tidings... Wrath be with the loan that keeps grown... A >> profit that dances on its flaring bodies .. never tired... ever wired into >> every plug seized in me.... >> >> Alone........... Alone............. Alone .................... >> >> amd >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> > >
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