Olchar E. Lindsann
Boiling Blat Cat Wyndz
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“ili cat chasm blat chor”
– Paul Keily, Ch Bl x
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Wyfled-Flyers Windzing on
flat felined windybagelos, flap
n zounds that ziptiger’s blit zooms
fast, yep yapping windzebag yeans
y’earn yr every chorline evergreen
voivod voided emperor or boyo
maps my manucired manure, flin
geysers goop more felp than mats
win batcave gnats slap windzeye’s
lashes peltdown-trapper fendles
blatter melts, preen pendil celicle
and scratch latch match yr fork, ye
level lando scat seed lubber, chili
of scatto whimzy in pellucid pork
rots mandable to chipper, unable
to zimmer wingnuts nitpick zinger
fast-fashist ion fishly whimper forces
Wynzome wyverns Zephyr-Winnows.
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“ure. ‛Winzy, my bo”
– Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley,
The Mortal Immortal
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Ender Times
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“ender meat, the cubi”
– Ribemont-Dessaignes
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lô , lone proVerb dryrot
gunman tanager , sl
ender of privations canopy
of early Vispo cavaliers , t
ender of breaking laurels’
news of floral Cervantes , f
ender of amperSand-drifts
sPore of settlement house , l
ender of that sound drought
bLaster of toner bite the , bl
ender of bullet desert flyer
rally typeset envelope , s
ender of them glory pArches
staggered ruckus hyphen , b
ender of dementia’s grapes
who duck and brittle pig , w
ender of yelLow cover distro
wrestles sold out heatwave , m
ender of jerky bone root clod :
ender of
ends.
Sprung Song
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“day, many people can imagine the end of the world, but ha
ve a hard time imagining the end of capitalism, patriarch”
– Ron Sakolsky, Crisis of the Imagination Manifesto
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“or when we are alone we can
only be made happy by killin”
– Scott MacLeod, Tales of the OOdt War
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cybercorp of populations
hang-up’d zombeye bodycop
gaze at gaza flashpanoptic bodypit
intell artofficial..........drizzle cool
but blacksnaked sway phalanstric
hypnonaut abloom
aspun, vaast ink spot rental, magic math
or dream yr logos bulged thru filimental looms
fundemented, bloodborne lather credit,,,,,,sordid
passion woodthrush crackdown’s torque
to ward pleroma’s backwash circuit;
as above soft torrentmist dreams feather aethyr Avalon
so below Dis tort of shade-meat dronebomb archon
,bloodslakeless cyst of amethyst,
whence nonetheless hummingbird, whence
elbow vouchers’ sakla battalion,
but finch albeit syncopation’s
elect dis’Order aeon, pequot captives, spiration, Combined
unleashed at last desire, passionate in traction,,,,;;;;;:::yet
mean-time, licit as golgotha shrapnel, lilting
yet warbler love-upborne above &
sin-drunk down drowned slugs below
flo’war blurs rainpatter seedsuckles singing
shot thru w/
darts ô desire
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History likes a cross.
– Scott MacLeod, Tales of the OOdt War
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“ide roads where will meet other deserters, paths that we wi
ll trace in the fabric of time while clearing the open spaces
of a utopi”
– Joël Gayraud, A Passionate Life or Nothing
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Hills Alrighty
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“et de rire nous nous tordîmes!”
– Monte-Naken
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RETRO TOUR WORM EARS PATSY... DEAF END.
In assembly sounds {war new no-no news} trove of souls {trowels} :
my nightly sauna, –– loaded dice {drama} dromedaries, ––
dozing foible-noose {news} news embrace {brass} the same,
pew {please}, daring news {ha} secrets led ’em {secretariat} !
Un-author’s war-news news renews :
my nightly sauna, –– loaded dice cream {rhymes} ––
honest {news} in brass {embrace her} news-noose {news} o’ mines...
head or ear news {nose} news tore {dim} tardy dimes!
Under night’s our sewer, add two to noose {news} fumed:
mini wheat {penny} sonnet, –– the {lurid} horde dies... humid {rhymes} ; ––
{quarters} canoes’ news empress {Noosemberacing} her news’ fool-volume,
Yahtzee!... enter nude {eternal} our news-doom {noose}.
transmuted from Monte-Naken,
‛Hilarité’, from Rimes futiles, 1879.
Ondine’s UndieShower
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“et du bout de leurs ailes
vont effleurer la sol.”
– Monte-Naken
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Jesus is to be at the fens :
new age dark un-Lord nor
a skyseal gone to parrot appearances...
He’ll come at once to weep at rainpour.
Right there : wall of laser handled butterflies
from queer larval restaurant cut their flights,
plus too Buddha’s tips are layered high,
vaunts in sun flowers if there be lesser souls.
The Levant’s lifting breeze is key to save
mere soup of sighs within an instant ;
the sandy sob, it kills who uplifts it
to be tomb bearers’ rapid pediment.
Right there : let’s work stealing skykeys to open...
be in skyline’s loins, Urizon’s on a lorry,
paring, stands over on the deckwork uncovered,
all ruddy, puffs out the lazy axle’s lacy one.
A storm of oranges, all out of sandoubt,
save it in low-down lion doll afar :
the lone clear lakelight makes sulfate its root,
dying-lesson en route to ocean mines.
He’ll pee out in rains... All one, go granola frog,
quit her grassy somersault...
quest on, dove-spine’s served damp :
sell it up in time, ’tis your foe’s guilty foot’s fault!
Me, Detroit’s backdoor keys or roofall,
I spy dunes of rankling eyeball eelskin
tutor all Loki’s lowdown retro tomb-shadows
tomb-bait shadow’s dancing bear, moon-jar of Djinn.
Messy roses serrate even more my corpses...
–– A god paints pains and so away within the ribs! ––
unless he hides those woodlice in Cleop’s portals
won’t spew their sordid lower tiers of coinage cornered
and at them my floors in bloom explain great deeds,
–– villains in gridded insect sections grey, ––
doilies dance in moist paths of Shem & Manu’s mead
to divorce lead-eaters from the shattered breeze...
Two whole august days the lepers rained growth upon him :
he let two bats fall into torn-up mortgage flumes...
wretched pall-rays flew our floor blooms o’er the planet!
wretched pall-rays easy as birds at errands random!...
–– Bone ! sell this frantic disimpaired...
Mammon’s garden-jar of Djinn, under so-so seas,
send any more plucked onto swampmare,
lecher men’s path into a wet rooster show.
Here violin attacks air that I most fear
come hence, cede fraying fresh air...
Jehovah is a boy seen torn, ire-drunk later
and lets yell since clearskylight is circling here :
set to laughing final laughter’s torrents ;
the new age dark Lord nor
Lent’s slow tenement said it dispersists...
He’ll cease cysts to weep at rainpour.
transmuted from Monte-Naken,
‛Ondée’, from Rimes futiles, 1879, p. 7-10.
Olchar E. Lindsann has published nearly 50 books of literature, theory, translation, and avant-garde history including six books of the ongoing series Arthur Dies (Luna Bisonte Prods), and most recently The Squitty Flange, an avant-garde twist on the nonsense poetry tradition. His poems have appeared in Otoliths, Lost & Found Times, Brave New Word, and elsewhere, his essays in No Quarter, Slova, & Fifth Estate; and he has performed sound poetry and lectured extensively. He is the editor of mOnocle-Lash Anti-Press, whose catalog includes over 200 print publications of the contemporary and historical avant-garde, and of the periodicals Rêvenance, Synapse, and The in-Appropriated Press. He translates work of the French avant-garde of the 19th & early 20th centuries, most recently a chapbook anthology on the 1830s avant-garde Bouzingo group, and another of poems by its co-founder Philothée O'Neddy, The Phalanxes of Babel: Selected Texts from an Outlaw of Thought.