Monday, September 30, 2013

Volodymyr Bilyk


























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Felino A. Soriano


from Espials



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            —after an image by Silvia Scheibli

spiraled hole
                         holy
inverted halo functionality:

placed
                                                by wind’s strongest finger
pulsating                      push                 ing

                                         until
night’s
vocal infatuations
blur into open-door
allowances
                          —light or when light’s hanker
connects
with a watching tree’s unobserved sobbing:

this azure
zigzag’s wholly
always                                                              away from
warming hands of the holding unnoticed, their (and our)
knotted hands’ efforts
blind by which culture’s Cyclops
contains
                        origami same-size abilities, their
pluralized efforts to
erect stone
amid stillness of need
                                                            we examine what is realized
watching death by hands, unholy


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meditative acronyms
in the spelling of nuanced                    understanding
                                                 each
                                                                         stare/absorbs-stares
                        wandering, an eye
recalls an institutionalized watching/waiting
spectrum, delving then into formulating tear, its sear, strong, syllabic,
broken
down
             by altering emotional content, the text in isolated versions of spoken embarrassments
not yet
wilted or
by-then written the improvised living becomes cliché
sostenuto
within hands and their lined delineation
yours, theirs, ours, thus
subjective in the carrying of closed-eye
preparedness


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64

arms and their purpose

                         nisus
              neoteric
pulsating
    promise
                                                             pluralized
                                      personal
reactionary
to the improvised
impersonations of undulating degrees of language and
the nostalgia of learning steps in the context
of movement’s
interrelated embraces
thus
                arms
and their
pluralized purposes           pleasing if                          reciprocation is the dual method of
engage configurations


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65

watching the saddened crow
             curl away from the ambition of curating calls
 the
sudden
 alteration
altered, though thematic
in the range of rage from passive indication—

silence then
                         in the alphabet of solace’s anemic call to legs’ oscillating fulcrum

—this change
rearranges realms
and their ceiling cannot reuse its dangling embrace
             watching blurs become clarity in the context of internal infatuation


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66

recessed                                   in the acclimation of tonal time-making
                                    mysteriousness
sorted synonyms
allowing for the function of fiction to suspend conversational
controversy

resaid
pluralized
informational, insinuating rarity of percentage’s hungry greed

this watching of movement engaging
ergonomic ease of the body’s positional clarity
             similar
 to the ongoing remedies
partitions create against openness of uncomfortable delusions suspend among a
range and direct running from self in the momentum of
age’s rearranging perspective


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67

light’s italicized murmurs
making softened the whispering
gold of shallow homes of hallway
shadows
                          shine-shimmering
against oscillating home of
the ants’ architectural hiding


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68

aired whisper-rhythm
             tossing
the small of it
                                     leaping
                         land-holding
feet the walking ensues within fragile
movement of oscillating practice, this            turnstile
of seasonal becoming
mores devour truth in the contextual
calmness all mothers interact with
physical admiration
             the
lengthening of elongated-already discoveries an
altruistic laughter of praise
vibratory subsequent echoes
arching near where
running hides into safe or
satisfying ending


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69

interrogation of silence
             causational pause the
response s
                                     fall toward                 isolated fathoms of
imagination’s
inductive range of
immanent
isolation


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70

recreated
                         (as in the fallacies of assumptions’ predetermined facsimiles

                                                or
                                                                         within the spectrum shadows’ silver
                                     aged
                         emblems
             embalmed in the rhythm of paused configurations)

moments engage wholeness’
systematic contributions, these
organic
  railways
walked                         wandered                   all tense in the yesterday of memory
overcoming lyrical tears
there
             slide of burning contours
recalling loss
and the gregarious gain of revelation, welcomed



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39

fingers of woolen fog                                                  its
                                                                        dangling
                                                affirmations, aerial
                        layers
natural cultural identity
                                                             reaches                                   as when
Monday’s saddened entrance
hovers onto burgeon’s

undefined happenstance

veiled though known
and
             positioned
             to uncover ease of clarity’s amalgamated complacency


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Sunday, September 29, 2013

Lynda Schor




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Lakey Comess


of fuel


of fuel, refueling, running out,
questions in orbiting, Rimbaud
of dust,
debris in unfinished caress,
refueling,
penetrating the shieling.  


Yesterday's glass rings,
coming closer,
gaining loss,
losing light,
time, years.  


Laboring docken-
leafed, stricken,
over the couched
terms and call,
land's vacuous end,
dreamily chanted
fanciful winged coquette,
stubborn, barred, lucky Lucifer,
flickering.  


Inventing a whole waning tongued other calendar.  
We are top sailing instead, upside of the angels,


opaque dreaming,
acknowledgements intended,
speaking through to another risen,
much worse condition,
(not in your language)
tucked into furthering this body,
fain resurrected button and zip,
whole inexact uncertainty,
danced for you.  


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In arms. In arms.


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Letting it travel on wind.  
Pledged copulation,  
casual fistful of coquetry
and you.
And you and you.


This fair body,
just breeze.
. riparian riff raff
. medium coarse,
. broken, speaking
. cornered, derailed  
The holding condition,
holding, conditioning the heart.


The heartening subscription,
swaying  domain, dead figuring cant.


. dumb run
. dangerous
. lipstick, inscribed  
. Biding time.  
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We are becoming obsidian,
memorial, free floating.


*
. years blinding
. perpetual motion
. in light  
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Sage willing flesh, pen,
later and born.


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Cross-stitched




Over-structured authorities, skilled writers, caught up
in cross fire, cross-stitched to the spot.  


High on participation, rally round deciduous growth,
pronounce it delicious, amazing challenge,
close knit modules of gross error in judgment.  


All those parallels loosen the ball bearings.  


Flicker combinations of events in small cages.  
Back up your job description,
flog yourself into tasks and alternative attitudes.  


Same old middle finger throws ancient gesture of scorn your way.


Novelty lost interest in mass innovation.  
Let's just say the cultural quarter was overrun.  


Certain houses have known generations of
the same families—ties, continuity, old bonds.  


One died on an anniversary;
death gravitates to particular.


One died in solitude, silence, unsociable fortitude;
death castigates survivor.  


Grand National was over in a flash;
couldn't even tell you who was running.


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ODD TOURS DE GOBELETS


It seems a pity to have wasted perfectly good newsprint on well over three columns worth of story on the ass-end of a project, intricacy lubricating the folio, treading slippery slope.


Wedding presents?  From the bride? (clue found in a drawer.)


Had you really believed assignation of numbers to be the solution to smiling into the abyss,  you wouldn't have asked for names and addresses quite so early in the affiliation.  


Oh, well done!  


Panegyric discourses:
You are clusters of distribution,
tin-glazed earthenware,
patterned metallic colours,
scratches and blisters,
absolute kill.  
Mile long carpet,
clipped wings.  


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Too quiet.  Pale.  


Aspiration exhaled, lung-damaged.  
Hope is fulcrum to permanence, no matter what you imagine.  


You're in a really good place, don't get me wrong,
if you don't want to go there, looking too far forward,
taking more than one day at a time.  There's no way in.  


Think twice before speaking.  Now is the time to be cautious,
hand-clapping, counting rhymes.  Shake up the neighbourhood.  


Gunshots are heard.  Young men give up their lives, slept in dust,
for dubious gang leaders.  Next exhibition follows (too closely).


Vaguely symbolic glyphs, carved small onto form, basic shapes, shifted.  
Where does eye lead, if not to strangely mutated darkness, free trial, finding a way,
weighed down, rocks around neck.  Time can be better than spent.


I have never seen you so sad.
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Acts of contrition


pursue shortfall of cool,
directing negotiations, too many effects, ineffective.  


Out of time, strobe-lighted.  Those are the breaks, original.  
Make it two.  Casual is costly, too comfortable, hidden


in well-oiled predictable rules,
senselessly knocking on nonsense, selling it short.   


I'm on the opposite bank now, sharpening branches,
replacing ether with water, swimming through green, cloudy waves.  


You are barely a ripple.



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Rhythmic bleeps


add a certain I don't know what to the experience.  
Lord knows you have beautiful eyes.  What does clock matter,


daily thoughts replacing real, live experience, unable to move,
stuck in a moment?  Folds on map, impossible to manage.


Someone may assist at some time, though discussion alludes us.  
Find an identity next to a dustbin.  Hand it on or hang on to it.


Forty years ago is yesterday.  Now.  This minute.
Some things don't change.  How did we end up here, not together?
Can you turn back time if you cannot commit to more than today?


Truth is rewarded with a warm hug, time, tide, no one,
everyone's sister, cousin, best friend, double.

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