Date: Mon, 31 May 1999 08:03:38 -0400
Subject: Re: gliss a gla(s) amour ooze darkend abode


On Sat, 29 May 1999, Manjusree wrote: 


>Daniel,

>

>Thank you for expressing the ironies and contradictions of the talk,
the

>walk, the squawk, and the agonized tears that have followed our civil

>silences and civilized footsteps.

>

>-Manjusree

>


thank you for expressing the ironies and contradictions New Orleans
style 'n' content of spontaneous group play as well as the so-called
day t' day work-a-day in the saltmines of our lives of the talk the
expressions expressing themselves: yours mine the group's the groups'
beyond the group out in the arrest o' the whirl as it whir thanks
thinks th' inks 'n' zounds feels both and more ways more waves the
sways be swangin'! and of chorus thank you from my thanks new dawn in
my heart's art to you your our my my my!!! exclaimed as in exclaiming
exit claims enter centre etc. and the air is more and the air is less
and the air vibrates nun-the-less with expressions expressing
them(e)selves through us each and all from every zone Z-One of the
omniversal multi-verse yes the ironies and contradictions of the talk
the ironies I run easefullypartially away and in difficulty stay or run
either way the joy the pain sunshine and rain and snow and all kinds o'
other conditions of weather internal external weather especially
internal deep and shallow low altitude and high naturally 'stead o' off
o' substances but then there's t.v. what kind o' substance is that? or
the NewYork Times or.....or.....or.....or.....the walk the way it look
Ieye guy lookin' sensin' dreamin' schemin' fantasighszenzing'n' where
it go to 'n' where it comin' from 'n' what it wear where it go so as
not to cause too much discomfort on the part of the one walkin' 'n'
wearin' as well as on the part of the one doin' the lookin' inspectin'
assessin' judgin' sentencin' on into the write-up as t' what vent down
who 'n' what wrote it up? the write-up 'n' the write-down the squawk
ahhhh my specialty the squalk my special high tea let's go 'n' squalk
continental style wut say? the boulevard so broad so spacious so
gracious so palacious uh oh hooked on the waves o' the whirl! and the
agonized tears that have followed our civil silences and civilized
footsteps they (oh who are they? are they as we? they as we? and who
and what are we? us 'n' them?) converge all but converge though were
all all one to beacon with and to end after the mend of all time when
time itself-end the agoneyesed tear-seeds of all those eons and these
minutes hours days months years and decades fleeting while the
silences' tragedies times to oneself in great depression or so so or
mixed or in joy and bliss the mix the alloy through the incarnations
develop up/down through civil-lies-ed footsteps ballet slipper steps
bare feet steppings jackboot stompings not to mention musketing and
bombing showers and international this 'n' that at the wrong time
pronounced or was it the write time? revery-one'sinput nor do we
ultimately despair nor spiritually disappear though we may be
disappeared by official forces and/or in our blues singing blues
through us from way down in us out radiant into our worlds rapping
DJ-ing upgrades celebrated violins both ancient and postpostmodern 'n'
hummings in the shower a flower of flowers from myriad tear-seesds 'n'
our hummings up and down the streets and pathwaves onward after 'n'
durin' 'n' before the reel t'reel on the real real side tall true the
very top-most ceiling roof o' the sky on true it all!












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