Friday, July 3, 2009

Entitled by the form itself

This one guy with so much going for him
(nowadays) says to me: you're lucky,
just plain lucky;
and then she stood up with her bossy boots
showing and some sorta purposeful chastisement
upfront; and read the riot act by telling me
that my overall factfinding was a cheap shot...
A whole damn series in fact...
What if I upgrade them by working at the warehouse
another ten years I ask...
Go to fucking hell she said,and that guy,who had
started the ruckus in the first place stood off to the side
nodding his head...

Rewriting the nineties

Excuses/sidekick services/some luggage/underscoring the
hardship of sleepiness/but don't get so high...
Frequently the confidence backfires,raises more questions
than one,(and you too) could ever answer over several months.
Therefore take measure and be a gradualist...
Alternations happen...

You're always at the carnival/in memory this becomes crucial.
Looking at the old cross,why gawd it is a display board!
Suddenly back at a crossroad,or would the reader prefer intersection?
Standing corrected,plus having enough time for discussion...
Beyond the shouts of public service/well this year (1995),our traffic
looks normal; yet active participation breaks your concentration

Thursday, July 2, 2009

one last look

Intense light from a source
up in the sky,then all at once
the clouds cover it up; I stood
outside under the bright sun
way-too-long and got very burned...

You dreamt up a story in the early evening about yesterday...
but now you realize it was just an instant where paths crossed,
so the effort,all the efforts afterward were mere editorials and
as such were rather fucked up...(I rewrite this on the strength
of an old fashioned idea).

By the way he has asked me several times already: are you being
straight with me?

Yes,very nice,that your points go in that way most of the time...

We americanos seem to be be only onlookers of this contemporary
scenario... 1980,before Reagan's unfortunate arrival on the scene...

Monday, June 15, 2009

information

For some weeks I have been troubled or bamboozled by the sort of/kind of phenomenon.
More likely we ought to refer to it as the sorta/kinda lore...I shall try to
give this issue a just consideration,though I hope to do so indirectly,so
that it may not interfere with the progression of this blog.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

first drafts

The innovations,the harmful sort...
Cloudy souls
some pristine landscapes but how can this be?
Reinforcements
Charge into the ranks
brings back/brings around/brings out or up.
A revitalized township
At first you see a muddy field
Across the road the field is under water...
In these times of economic downturns you might
try experimenting with bolder expression...
But you can't snap your fingers and expect miracles...
I am called up for another tour of duty,okay?
Like all the other places set aside,for mixing and further diplomacy...
I cannot believe my ears/Well you can believe 'em
Estimations The value of such
The guy had a favorite usage: it was "and such"...
A canadian dude...
Attractions whatever else
Bedeviled,upon thinking over the acquirements.
Some simply turn up out of nowhere...
This slower pace I cannot improve it,by now it is the
natural pace and has little to do with speed...
Not a whit of excitement except for my reading novels.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

A test of credit...

Adding up costs and/or expenditures after the ridicule begins...
Where the country side becomes just another part of the ego,
that screwy monstrosity whose origins we read about in the
seventies,during the the time of shifting sands in our personality.

The monologue has never left the centerstage (I'll be switched,
although I can't remember being switched) Only of course I'd
sure like to go beyond the solo phase,for it's a downright raggedy
phase and useless one besides...

Wierd innards of babyboomer generation. Say all that I can,the
generation is coming on to retirement. The youngest of the boomers
are what age now? (By the way) (0n the way) I'd put the age at 53,though
I understand this is the sort of determination others will object to and
contest.

I had been at this business of lollygagging for over 2 years. I feel awkward
about this and still I realize all my straining one way or another won't affect
anything beyond the edges of Teewauken...

I ask myself why throw curves by way of northamerican words. The words
which we latecomers have found use for in daily intercourse. Strange,just now
I feel a tad embarrassed about this observation...Maybe the time has come for
me to cut short this quackgrass...

Friday, June 5, 2009

Life studies

The highschool graduate plans to study business administration
at the university...
You do notice a few stray but memorable conventions while going
through the motions...
Young people with upbeat expectations...
Getting material from somewhere,a puzzle so far.
Everything must go through changes,a well worn but trusty
admonition...
Of course picking your pieces carefully,using an expert's
guile...
A keen dosage don't you see?
Suffering,(impressions from the wouldn't you like to know generation...
Headed out into the summer holidays
Dust-bin history,and isn't it true that behind almost every house and home...
Cutting instead of adding
Dejour habits or habitat
Yes,we called it a penny arcade (although by our time nothing could be had for
a penny,unless it was one of those get your weight and fortune scales,usually to
found right at the entrance,or just inside...
Doing a better and funkier job...Blind spots must be regarded (at the same instant)
Daily correspondence. We need to smarten up about this responsibility...
Or deal,a business deal.
Lambasting along!)
Into proverbial mass media.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

A report

An individual...
Anyway the 73 year old man
explains to me that his back
wore out after an hour of work.
Would hurt. Thus the aging process.
A stroke had had its consequences too.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

No repeating any of this recent headlong
current talltale spinning from an era already
dated before our own time.
But still it was a spread out time if anything at all,
with some creeping vines going back into the 19th
century. Lived in,strong enough to last into my
own childhood,on the edges...

not a moment too soon

Tea: in the book this means pot,they were smoking it;
the weed,or hooch,the herb (blahblah)Some such safety material.
Which recalls a time 20 years ago,on a beach down in Mexico...
We would call these safety meetings.at the odd interval during
the day and night. It was a vacation. Our vacation. An annual excursion,
out of Tucson. We numbered seventeen or
eighteen,it seemed like a safari to me.On the sea of Cortez...I had
the book in my pack,it was all about the beats,the main ones,the
original ones.

Monday, June 1, 2009

We still make light of snap judgements,
and there's no reason why we shouldn't,
nine times out of ten we determine the
false side,the wrong judgement...

The next move: say something or write
it down? Signal more likely! Nevertheless
the course and coast are clear...

About this time our historical crash
became likely too,awash in a water surplus...

A milestone: I had only freed myself from such
dreadful ideas and had little feeling for freedom...

I'm stumped,for I can't get into the swing of this lingo
but trying too hard won't help either...


Sunday, May 31, 2009

The further crush

Why bother nerves
over a page or two
of nonsense resolve;
because the madcap
increases the measure
of plain contradiction,
and entertainment
is a no-brainer
under this regent...

Convenient catch-all phrases but actually standstills. \
Somehow a vision of teacher and blackboard grows in shape...
On a second stage/a thrust stage works also/

I must increase the capital of my doctrina calypso,no other alternative appears available...
Rough copies: the woiks. Now prepare yourself for endless profanities.
Survey without delay,be a detective...
Fun times but a glimmer of an amusement too.
Early and late arrivals,outside the house,most likely come to torment.


Saturday, May 30, 2009

knowing everybody?

Twitter knows more than the shadow,well as quotations go this one cannot expect
to live on; the main thing is forget about the person looking over your shoulder.
It will do you well in the long run.Practise meanwhile makes the combinant (or what?)

A repeat: five years or the ice-age? Out of dotcom-age naturally.
1.Shucks/ballots counted and recounted/precious blanks that'll miss
next year's cycle./extreme quacks/so you don't get it? Marvelous/
2. Nowhere is there a camera to be found.
3. I have lived a life-style for decades,lets see,whatelse can I divulge?
4. Salient ingredients (something from the decade of few words but a
number of pictures. Rejecting eightyfive percent of the dingaling generation...
5. I'll have to have another go at this,but some other time; perhaps around
the holidays next December.
6. Utter rejection of those April proletarian hijinks
7. He definitely left the bar-room jargon and lingo behind,yet there are still
echos of these argot realms...The good for nothing typewriter period has flown
the coop,you cannot expect to buy the ribbon for those great machines...
8. I drove around and around for several years and also stopped off at many
a roadside attraction,before landing. Finally. Then getting this toy...
9. Love that toy,a green tractor with yellow wheels. A poppingJohnny be certain!
10. A notation with the early nineteen fifties in mind. The beloved but twisted
imaginary world of scale model farming,for growing boys...
11. Inventions probable through afternoon plunges.
12. The sparrow at the puddle's edge
13. Walking home,across the fields
14. Problems versus solutions.
15. Unfamiliar hills appear,what next,I ask myself.
16. He looks like a talent for nationwide export,but may have
a rough time of it since his moment in the sun has transpired...
17. The sound kicks once in olden days. Wavering on the this one.
18. Roughdrafts continue to be a sober concern of the Oceanic demutiger...

Friday, May 29, 2009

surprise

A reality check: the Flood is over. Vorbei. 61 days of floodstage...

The budget notebook?

Frequent use,retaliation and retailor...Presummertime simplifications,you hope!
How one picks out.Singles out familiar faces...Second time around memory helps.
No more typewriter for the present.
Rumbling train at first crawls,then in a powerful move scrambles (forth)
The girlie show business/upnorth in Shelly you can visit a place where the girls
perform in the nude...Sometimes we lose track of the notes,but what's the dif?
Five years or the Ice-age!
Gas prices going up again..
Flatfooted adjustments...
Circa 1950,as a place and for a place to start,starring admirable local talent.
But even 1970 would work,maybe this point has an advantage over earlier eras...

Monday, May 25, 2009

wasted acres (an encoded name)

An easy one in Northwestern Minnesota...
Over on the Dakota side.
(Make up your mind)
salient ingredients/and hungry for air...
The primitive brain functions...
Having good days naturally.
Quacks on the margin/attacking from there!
That guy actually does pick on Mr. so&so,
but why wouldn't he eventually get sick of doing this?
It seems impossible to do sketches without further insight...
Flea-markets for fools who soon are parted from their money!
Seeking finer instruments for our progressive analysis...
Oh yes,that old standby: provisions but not provisos

pray tell what next?

And the idea of grainery was missing Apparently she had never heard the word,
or couldn't remember hearing it recently...
I decided it might be
A chance to build on to the fantasy...
for quarks aside...Sizzling behind the grove listening to inner fathead advice
from last night (back in the village) Hey it is a city in spite of what you spout off
to those new neighbors...
(I admit there has to be a clearer concept)
astraddle 10thstreet north (it isn't a target)
it can't be well known by non residents
Money must be in short supply.

To do a little finishing work inside,
the grainery right?
Despite studying the notepage
we want the backside,the darkside of lunascape
A germane plan doesn't bother me
maybe if we follow it something will be accomplished?
Yes money really is in short supply
At seven this morning it made sense
but that was a part of the ancient regime...(Soda but tame)
Like what do you by a hassle on top of a straw pile?
No,I don't mean a pile of hay,I mean a stack of straw
So okay we've straightened this out...
yeah money certainly is in short supply...


Sunday, May 24, 2009

This afternoon I found it just plain tough to get anywhere with my
longhand method; but here we are on toward eight in the evening
and the blogwerk goes smoothly,as much as I like to smooze however,
it lasts only a short time. I feel this really isn't a good show,nonetheless
directing the shortwaves isn't beyond my ken...(ausgezeichnet wasn't it?)

Idealizing the past,the corner of county now vanished. Due to the
population drain...For the hundredth time.
a very lengthy series of spanish words
and then suddenly I dunno clear english
while meyo in the background flipping out
thinking afterward: are you kidding?

You need something in the line to put out a translation...
KaiserBill died about 1940 but this only shows the
gonzoside of a crook,a fraudulent DFLer,from Minnaysoter
But not the TwinCites,no I came from ruralplaces...

Pickpocket writers/whose car trouble always keeps them busy,
away from the desk...

We have the word scad but cannot,as a rule,use it without trying for
another...To get published nowadays something like an earthquake
must occur/to be fair this session camoflages a certain confusing
development. Neighbors asking favors...

nature info

A billion stem cells on our body,you bet; in candid readiness for prime time...
Antique picks...

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Something completely different...

So soon enough those nineteenfifties will be stone cold too,
and a little north of our beloved border; but excuse me,I
know this goes against usual procedure,though I believe
it is worth a try,and you may think of it as an infomercial,
or some such trashy time consuming visualization...

entitlements/but obscure ones

Play-making just so/as if it were already a figure of speech
Haven't I introduced forethought?
Monstrosities/looking back you can't help but feel crazed.
Since the plan doesn't involve any other deviation from the structures
of thinking/beyond any felt wisdom/for once/dulled/out of all proportion?
Maybe not since ticklishness borders on queasy and quaint

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

warming up toward June

The gaps or intervals: the straits,and then later straighter thinking about specific headlines,
and the law...On medical treatment for curables but doomsday for certain without this
intervention...Anyway the on the spot reporting has been scarce since the middle of May...
Grammar has been vexing me. And there have been few sensible constructions, small wonder
my blog goes slowly...Joking aside.

Friday, May 15, 2009

delays

From botches at the end of the day of listening to very loud music...
The neighbors across the hall.(a few screeches and affected ones at
that) Escaping to my frontroom affords some relief,but then because
this godforsaken piece of technology has been set up on my kitchen
table,I'm tempted to sit there looking into the screen. I don't care about
the worldwideweb that much,and yet the few I consult take time. Email-
ing the world outside requires precious time too...

Sunday, May 10, 2009

take it or leave it

Maybe this was one of those mixed days,I can't say;
actually I don't know but I never used the word trolling
much,unless I was remembering a fishing technic; although
I often go ahead with the second order of meaning,in verbs
especially,to troll in metaphorical waters hasn't been a
course on my track...

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

pretty much 25 years ago (diary from december 1985)

Quite a few disconnected items again crowd into my writer's persona; leaving
in the wake something out of a not so distant past,but in that lunatic 19th century somehow.

Statements:At the age of 38 the situation begins to clear up. Mind you,there's
a story here inside a dimension which only study can clear off...

Prepositions by the handful...

Reading Balzac rathair cool but so many pages!

Singular pronouncements,local statements versus the competition from Universal
ones...

Typical regrets as a variety of college memories. We sound off from the sixties.
And so how about examples from those times,in a student drug-daze...

Yesterday: forasmuch it makes sense,activates something like those days of
mine at college...As a result some cringing. Just one of those average bad deals.
My bedazzled goofiness had me going in circles...

Noticed how I am using the word average with increasing frequency. Doubtless
in honor of my own personal average,which I discovered long about 1969.

What I would rather do now is forget the entire thing,which is a sell out anyhow
Speaking my mind seems a bit crazy.

Without further ado to relieve oneself of intellectual responsibility...

My scrapebook for the future on schedule.

I am down to the barest minimum,though I go on talking and confessing. What if
anything is to be regained by repeating mistaken answers?

Monday, May 4, 2009

untitled but from one of the 13 colonies...

Staunch supporters of Obama!

Comfort level essays of a mixture
and habit which remind you
here was a studious career...
Ambition and progressive behaviour
featuring an ambitious drive toward
the centers of federalpower
must be expected

So it was propelled by study
and of the Law no doubt...(alright then)
Somewhere we'll have to figure out
a plan to allow us to reclaim
a proper hold on the immediate is...
Thereafter watch for weak shoulders
Lefthandside-righthandside,

An ancient guide,written by a greenpeace intern...

More credits

At first I projected the words,and I never made sure I understood these thoroughly before
doing the broadcast...A narrow definition,up on the mountain-top,or the house-top,looking
down to valley below...Actually it would be preferable to delay this christian message of hope
until after three this afternoon...

In my booklet the notes were descriptive to the last page,but I have to tell you I have always
cut the sounds down to a minimum. Fewer pages that way. Less material to cope with,mope
about and introduce to an audience in the form of a sermon...Well Mr. Morbido it isn't right to hold evidence back,but I can't get any farther from this barely physical thought,already the air has
been used up,and you don't need to be told twice what will happen now.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

credits?

All the goofier now that the topic received a payroll check,rather the equivalent
to the genuine article...Earnings are damn well needed. Then having not doing;
a bit twisted and disingenuous perhaps,since I picked through several of my scribbled
papers for the parts. And the interior mission also,I had to establish before going ahead with a coherent topic...One hopes for the unmutilated,and at the moment if I get that
I'll go on to the next 0bservation...

fresh off the press...

Reducing the number of choices,you will agree eventually has had
a sobering affect on the attitude...(Holy Hannah)!
Relax,practical considerations
have made it easier to stay on message. A post resembles an opinion,
okay? Anyway think about all the time wasted already,and you won't
be broken by this sunday afternoon revelation.
Yes I have allowed opportunities to slip through my fingers,but at
this very moment I could be writing a letter,that would work well,
at least I think it might pass muster...

Anyway Emails are a pretty good even effective means to an end...
My exposure to all this technology doesn't amount to more than a
silver dollar's worth...As in days of old I remain an operator and one
who has a problem about caring...
Almost 6 weeks have gone by the board,or under and around this board,since
my initial bulletin far back in March...
The question I have at the end of this stretch,becoming more like a period itself,
is the blog improving over the weeks?
*****
He's caught himself in the paragraph,you could say the empirical facts of muddled
evidence have congealed into a mass of words,but that they have been organized,and polished
to an extent which,in any case manages to leave a good-looking place open to conclusions...
*****
Being caught by something. For the present this sort of event must be reconsidered.
Catching might be miscalculated but still accomplished...Abstract,obscure and
ransacked. Nevertheless an idea from the start will continue to make itself known,
however much it mutates through trapped theory...The scuffle hasn't been broken
up,but it seems to be turning into a game,and that means change is the ingredient
in charge.

For 6 weeks the uneven gains have been crumbling,and this hasn't been all bad!

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Side glances/there's nothing novel about them. Too bad. This avenue...
Spring glamour colors increase
You name it,it's around heavy with glow
Well you gotta go with the alternative if the evening spell claims you...
Twenty excellent minutes: More than
enough...
A little fantasy: momentary eye-contact with Aroma...(Maybe not)
Some book lovers may understand this reference. From my standpoint
it is equally fantastic to imagine that in this population center of nearly
200 thousand souls I would run into one...

Friday, May 1, 2009

shortcomings

Lists/in fact I've been drawing up these so-called stats for more
than three maybe four years...A tedious pursuit above all.
In the medium range
With a modified understanding of perspective,in the sense of
where it is and can be seen.
Some would complain: you're not really doing a list...I reply oh
yes it is the first entry...

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Provincial times

From my past I take up the strange,emotional and very strong children's book
Farmer Boy. On the evening of the 29th of April 2009,a Laura Ingalls Wilder
novel,a fine experience to revisit the 19thcentury landscape,within a stricter
culture...It is complex really and I feel grateful for such writers...Another picture
of genuine country school education...
Yesterday we had this very strong Eastwind,and then today,so far anyhow,we've
been visited by a truely lively Northwind...I don't know,maybe another example of your typically spring weather...And as I
type on,which is a kind of plodding,I find the blog has suddenly undergone an
imaginary form of the chores that we always had to do,a daily dose of responsible
routine,habit. Maybe I ought to include practice too,for it fits into the series.

Pardon me,I will set up the scene this way: outside the mainhouse,in the hallway communicating with the garage;
good gravy leftover in the fryingpan which you made last night for the guests at your annual Spring
party! What the devil says through all his details,from scripts and manuscripts gathered
together for later use,all put in the one place you'd least expect to find them...
The stack of bales,pretty damn high haystack at that...This unexpected consideration was taken
from the last days of the Nineteen-sixties,okay? And because I had nothing to write about I went
ahead with this irrelevant cornpone...Not for anything will I magnify the status of my performing
stream of consciousness,I believe it is too changeable and cannot own up to any particular status...

Alright then,we may doubt many things,but we cannot doubt the existence of thugs...However
they aren't exactly a problem for us here,unless you believe that each and every word contains
an option for those opportunistic hoods. Some of those guys have literary aspirations,don't forget
that...

yes mam!

Extra letters that don't make the reading any harder... of course these
helpful aids for pronunciation have a way of overruling the passion
any reader may have had,on opening the book...So the idea is to give
the thoughtful reader a break,and for what better format could she hope,
fewer words? That's smashing, to pieces; well what else should be
proclaimed on the topic of personality, plus the wayward habit of stewing
chops to a tasteless state,into the condition of falling apart,beyond the pan?

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

something I discovered

From reading the The Dream of the Red Chamber I discovered that in the18th
century the Chinese played a game called Go...I have never seen this game
played,neither privately nor publicly...
I think I ought to say I am a novice at this blog business,and experience restricted know-how...

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Commas? Oh I use them as devices to help the reader find her way through the morass...
Actually dad always knew that our way of living,down on the farm,was doomed...

Monday, April 27, 2009

A flirt and a tease would be tough to replicate in words...Maybe
if I can organize the character around a rearguard action,though
as you see by getting this much from the present instance,this has
turned the corner as straight talk and now you must research the alley
of stoniness... Since I've been down this way before I'll show off some the sights,
people who have come down this backalley before us have left a number
of souvineers,most of the interesting ones are right next to these brick
buildings which border and enclose the street,here now, upahead we're
almost on top of the first one...

Never mind regrets...

I must be getting closer to the subject even as I move onward into obscure areas..
But as I had been,since I seem to be always,thinking about using another name
while doing my hackwork. The assignment which sits right out on the frontporch,so to speak...So this seems to be a spot on the map where I am going places with
the honor of a penworthy contribution...The workaday literary effort hasn't been
active recently,as a matter to be worried about I am the first to raise my hand,I'll
volunteer my time for all reformist pep talk,it'll be no problemo...Newspeak,2009

more from the neglected notebook

Definitions again: every single weekday morning overtakes me,
investigates and also invests me for the duration...At least til
the early afternoon...A regular belief about this has settled into
a habit...A real looming presence,a cover-all. Against the daylight?

Uppermost, outermost ,innermost,ownmost but why not downmost?
Equaling the downermost!

A solution perhaps in returning to a scene from 50 years ago?

The small percentage of people in the UnitedStates actively involved
in farming...To look back in my own life I use this fact,and it is hard for
me to admit that the farm has fallen so far in its prominence...(how the
norms change) But in 1950 or 55 the shift had been in progress for a half
century,and somehow the grown-ups didn't concentrate on this point,not
in any straightforward way...

In its own quaint fashion my rural background has had a delaying effect
on my individuation,to use a Jungian term. On the other hand I have had
several exposures to the township landscape,in dreams. Of course on the face
of this you cannot trace anything extraordinary...

Sometimes the writer will allow his fancy to overwhelm his ability to make
judicious statements...
Books yet to come
from walking experience...
What next can we expect to hear
from the quarter of contradiction?
All our time and attention to be
later sponsered by the noodle...

Riskiness of pushing ideas...
Outside the discovery of mood
inside the cabinet of clues,collected
over the past ten years...

Memories beyond ten years usually assume a costume,having an accumulation
of do-dads and other kinds of decor...

Sunday, April 26, 2009

you best be careful about context...

A quotation roughly: Words are objects that do not speak; women are
objects that do...A point noted in one of Claude Levi Strauss's writings.

from the neglected notebook

Interesting isn't it,
to be placed in a position like this,
and then go off
into another construction
of squeeky theory
but in fact not enough reading
has been undergone
and the rest I shall strike
from the record...
A number of plans though
the mainstay point being which to use
First a fair policy must found acceptable
to the author and his double...
Inescapable loud rockmusic on radio
below decks...misty rain out of doors
atmosphere hanging in the forties!

Nothing doing!

Can't remember what I was doing except my job,in Twothousand...
Finding the time to spin secrets...
Disguises among the secrets...
Wrapping up these as presents

You will never get along with International movements
On second thought,if taken on one at a time you may make
a presentable appearance,a documentation...
And I think any fool can see where this goes...

In most years you'll hear about many total losses of fields due to hailstorms...

Saturday, April 25, 2009

reviews

it was a meteorological screw up. Oh I've experienced several of these over the winter,
yet the weather has changed things some. Comparisons have been made,
and while we have or rather I have gone over a little of the data,the weather
seems to be a true constant,often unpredictable and violent,but a faithful
testimony for our residence...And this wouldn't be filed under screw-up...
Of course I am bound to buy a pair of workshoes one of these days,though
I want to postpone this for the present. (in terms of weeks we need to do
something for the upcoming summer season).

Traditional shake-ups? The sky/which I gaze into and onto unlimited space?
I am looking forward to busting the ground of this so far untouched terrain...
There were a number of choices,I could have chosen to call it a territory...

The respectable part of town where the registry for novelty acts must be recorded...

reconstructed scribbles

Good times/in the actual cause/admission nine times out of ten has had its
origins in static center,but that cannot be an actual place.

Ruthless scouring of external sources that when are looked over for final
studied entrance, shout warning: -don't be so tyrannical. A list to be made and handed
in at headquarters...Of the washboard agency now moved out of town,do
you see? You see it cooled off today and the wind came cold and almost
ruthlessly out of the northwest. Spring of 2009...

Belonging to an association of idiots, but educated all the same
out here squarely upon the middlewestern grid...But the point has been lost,
this entry has been altered to an unrecognizable degree...

Sampler habits and simpler though still drastic and excessive...

Car horns honking down on the street: beeping:-get out of the way!

Long drawn out lines which in fact should be disposed and dispatched into
outerspace. Which could remain in the midwest in spite of the contradiction...

hedges (the rows)

He drops the book suddenly,exploding from the
hand,mightn't we take a closer look at what's
happening here...

Another time perhaps.The distorted jingle a minor thought
as opposed to a depressing drive,over roads that you don't
know.

You can't expect to take up something and succeed with it
straight away; anyway the successful outcome of all work/study
comes only with time-consuming effort and keen participation...

Compartments for sale,cork-lined in imitation of the forerunner of
the fictional version...

Four hours often means the destruction of a distinct pattern,whether
of a lively idea or a langerouse one...

Okay I need a spellcheck,but for the timebeing I've put a hold on
going after one.

Of the goofs you know great plenty.

A grand total of lippy responses.The department of defense and one
or two other agencies as well.

Speaking of goofs why not consider the learning you received
at school and elsewhere?

The forceful guide to the universe which extends for barely fifty
miles around...In the hill country this would involve places very
hard to see.


Friday, April 24, 2009

the old class versus the new classification...
Familiar derangements...
Suddenly more difficulties crop up,position themselves...
Who'll be the first to compare his notes with the sage,
or maybe we should say the savage...

Thursday, April 23, 2009

another departure

Always a pretty good night's sleep at Elaine's...

Further reports on ice-fishing: This morning the truck driver
asks me about fishing in these parts...Still on the ice? Sure we
are. And he mentions that a few vehicles down south,down by
Mobridge,have gone down through the ice...(A late winter note)

The next year...Thinking in pictures secondhand of the Wall of water...
March still contains and shows more reports on the Tsunami.

Back home in the backyard we continuing our limited editions,with
special attention paid to dirt.

Now it seems that a lot of my ideas come straight off the tabloid page...Print
media by gosh...


some old favorites (no particular dates)

Disputes edging into fighting if under the influence,but that comes with living in older apartment
houses...

The ly disease,for the five-hundredth time...

University problems continue cropping up,and some of them are strange in fact,like the one
over the teamsport logos,mascots und so weiter...

Already dang dusty on some streets and big lots in Fargo,though it is still fairly early in the year
and the river flooding can be seen and felt...

Oh,you're
not so unwieldy,
I've caught
the bluff
accurately...

Easy access to to guess work and this is another retarded effort to take on thirty
years as if it were a total loss. In the havoc there will be clearing now and then to
stop off for an assessment or two.

In the U.S of A we have control over 3percent of proven oil supplies in the world...

Normally there is a motive and the source of this motive almost entirely dominated by
the instinct of self-love...Something I would write about in my early forties,but to review
these days gets to be pain...

the first bombastic day of spring.

Looking back: The averages on the table...The CEO's
monthly salary can exceed 50 million a year. Alright...
And what can they do with this amount? Give it away
up to 50 percent..

Something which never turns out to be useful. This would
be an unpopular item...

An elbow in the face during a basketball game has given way
to a new twist: criminal charges!

From notes to skits,you hope...Interesting but where did an
obscurity like that fly in from?

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

time for a change

popular has nothing to do with it,
spare us that please but when the day comes
back with a greeting from the populist quarter,
don't be shay about returning the favor...

more naive than ever before...

A smile can be so phoney it makes you want to frown...
You need something very much in the way of translation
to store up the ideal...
Are you kidding about those ganzo-gagas? Well as you see
for yourself...
At the criminey pass...
You'll discover a number of boutiques...
Dated reports have been dismissed from this run,therefore
you won't hear about any of the so-called natural disasters,
but you may still stay converted to the Green party line.
I've got nothing against journalists who protect their sources,
the leaks. Of course after ten pm we could permit some leeway...
Continue to limit and forestall at the same pace and on schedule,
but keep to hush-hush policy...
Combination of freaking out,flipping out,and then in the end just plain ausgeflippt!
A countdown on the Xfactor: the scream doubtless because
it leads to success,up to half the time. There is a way out of
this but that option gives us a major pain; besides the writer
no longer leans on anyone,aside from the good old american
brew. At one time I imagined this came naturally,well I don't
let the imaginary lead me on like that during these days here in
our homeland...What the blazes? Across the barricades of
tactless argumentation,carried on during the peak hours of
forenoon industry...

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

On the Bultmann express,headed for a conference...
A restated,overheard point of logic
on the airwaves, wired by electrical static.
A poor guess...The poor fool can't even
do simple crossword puzzles,and here
he wants to smart off about some
restatement,what do you suppose he'll
try next to deceive us?
He should very much hope eventually
to submit the finished readable version,
but he admits that day remains in the future!
Reading Lovejoy's Great chain of Being too,and allowing for it seep into my other chambers,of course I should reconsider the presentation of everchanging reality,
my name dropping aside...

And how will this other aspect of horse-trading turn out? Actually it has nothing to do
with horses,whether they be for pleasure or work...

Lets get more mature soundings,our chart needs an improving update...
Another festival of junkbond mania
projecting ideas and properties also,of isolated facts in ordinary records
a track for more errors
the stories no longer so plausible and worked out for a final reception
doing discussions about terrain in lonely places
The landlord would have a hellava time renting out that place...In the just think category!
When people still said what a rush that moment was...
A strange shockwave briefly coursing through the bode.(the body in the sense of the shoulders up.)
freezeframes too often of this overused and meaningless wordpicture made of properties of sense,as in sense perception.
He knows the terrifying results of one liners out in cold...
A wellknown feature of the middle region of her mind. Out of the absolute local stand in,off stage nothing really matters...
The idea of wringing out the water from the towels used in our recent emergency...
Dryer spells are on the way maybe the week after next!
The pirates continue to attract attention,but I can't come around to going farther with the subject...Oceanic intrigue and crime
haven't established any connection with me,in terms of brain function...Hopeless to explore such a tissue of responsive
organic nodal mechanics...
Self absorbed.
I am that
too much so
Surface
under the minutes
looking scarred
Of course
talent
is a mile away

Pay the five Man
and go
your separate ways...

A flashback: The very brink
those boulders
were almost
tipping over
or
sliding off
into sound crashing...
Texas canyon June1st 1993

Monday, April 20, 2009

a requirement,an ego theatric...
a requirement,an ego theatric...
Money matters strictly forbidden in these pages...(Vandpuddle)
Travels across the country,joining up with a band. To say maybe to
this presents a hassle,tried and true over the years. Turns out a tad
on the crankier side of things.

pass go again/tractors are in demand/but not for the stage work.

Afraid of ten thousand factoids...

In a spot of water,a waterpuddle What did he really say over the telephone?










































































































































































































































































The signposters. Time to do this stuff over. Where did I find,get,retrieve
this,from a tabloid (more than likely). A decent point of favor. A friendly troop
of crushing blows.Did you receive my letter?

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Comments: flat-footed statements about the election process,they meant something else but
what?
Innards? the items have all the reality necessary to make them a commonplace. I feel behind
the times on this,but I've used the expression frequently...
Adding up the costs after the federal money runs out...
A burnished image?
I overheard someone say -I wouldn't touch it with a barge pole.
When I took this up,whenever I needed to use the phrase,I always
said I wouldn't touch it with a tenfoot pole...
Onset or outset,it's all the same since we're on first base...
Looking for the last hoot,after the Fiesta ballroom burned down,
at all cost a raw deal,because it could have served well for
later adventures. Now you only have a forgotten period in a short
era,and the episode that you find is a narrow space...
review is a farce
it must be said
no one
should reread
this solemn
pretext,
already wilted,
a snail's negation...

The range didn't begin
behind the grove,you
would have to drive
seventy-five miles west,
maybe a hundred...

Over farmland...

Saturday, April 18, 2009

A damnsight of bilge...
An addiction to politics,always in that part of the theater,especially in the
forenoons...
The two girls were difficult to sort out and figure out. But you didn't have
any time to do this figuring. And you won't in the future have extra time,you
might be out of time by then...

Spreading news or the talent for falling upon a story just emerging...
Down in the pit for an extended stay...How so?

Love that
toy,a green tractor
with yellow wheels
Merry Xmas
from the gathering
of flea marketeers...

from money soon parted...
God,a word
to put in with
others that
work together
in this slot for communication;
Almost native
the giggle
in free speech...
for buzzing
upticks
inside this crowd.
Relaying the message: about something we refer to as a start-up.
About slavery there are still questions...I can't tell what gives here,
but some people have been held against their will,while others have
authoritarian duties...No use to go into the details now,the cartoon has
run its course. Intersection time,arriving at the junction.Immediately on
to the next stop: an exit for those wanting to leave institutional depots...
Those among us who follow the breaking news for bio-ethicist campaigns,are
also faced by decisions/decisions...Something happening...

three weeks go by and the rewriting begins,a little late in coming but on a
good day you may realize a fine sentence..

So far the promotionals have been addressed primitive brainfunction USA!

The magazines looked dusty,all piled up high in the corner...Upstairs.

Quarks extremely

The bridges are shakey,loose and I ask myself if my teeth will ever be upgraded again...

A brain hungry for air?

Driving around the town in order to write,on the beam; but what a strange
practice really,however close to the missing piece of the puzzle that is fiction.
Existing work habits haven't won me any reward either. A forenoon drive out
to the Interstate and back has a positive effect...

Practical notes Dude,not for the last time. But what about ideas that are
apt to return,can you use these same ones over again? Actually you can't
avoid reuse...

Friday, April 17, 2009

Crossroad techno modern...but isn't this order naive to the point of agitation?
Pent up/before a truce...shifting scenes. Taking pictures.

Some stuff just has to be discarded.Figuring out how to get this done on paper
looks neat,oh you think so? It has gone out of style,this longhand business...

Clip-clop into straight activities. An hour for the spy to retrieve his notes,which
he left behind when he made his original departure...

A slouch tunes into another performance. Early on course he tunes in the readiness...

Junk piles outside and inside. On good days it's that simple.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

I belong to a troupe of worthless actors...The point is lost however.

The bums he said were famous writers,as a rule and lived by handouts...When did they
find the time to turn out their folios?

Lacking personal regard can do one in,and beyond this I will not venture,until later in
the day. Of course there isn't anything to all this in the first place...

County-wide perspective and hopes for a contrasted plan outlined by local interests...

Originals,coming from the Milan side of the county You won't recognize a one,since they
are all stuck together without reason. The method always works,you hope!
I write the chanceist american,a speedway style; but the overalls worn by the mechanic
have been discarded.Less than 10% of my time is spent worrying about extra terrestials!
Or the savage reality of misspelled words...

Perplexities: Saving up time makes about as much sense as the idea for incorperated time...

A mere account of critters observed...idle scribble but ready for the payola.

Unless you are blessed with extra sensory perception,although so far I haven't been fortunate in making any discoveries along that wave...
more dates will be supplied,but it should be noted that I haven't used a strict rule in making choices.(XY&Z I suggest,goes for a fair price in this series).
As if something had been left out on purpose,but that wasn't a new development,that was a feeling
very well established...
Out of a whirly gig a symbol/such involvement/well his reaction looked like outrage to me/
in the shorter pieces something akin to value enhancement /Something like a daylong lapse /page 1 makes you laugh/to show up late might have been an appropriate behavior before the Eighties/a statistically
great time?/a surprise because one didn't have any business in hand/on hand/another page,maybe the second page and entirely reconfigured...Can't stay on message or on a
focused part in the message; to accomplish anything during this Post 9-11 drift you must
marshall energy enough to establish meaning out of six months of international intrigue...

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Group scene problems set up
Interruptions (understandable though)
breaking in suddenly while another talks...

Why would he buy me all those beers?
Asking the question must be pointless.

Just terrific and frightful as such.

Sleep? in two nights I've felt interpenetration...
Open carefully (without force)

Statements one and all for opinion ingeniously...
Induced by field studies to stake an opinion.

I wrote about typical periods but knew little about
the subject (in the first place!)

A sudden reminder of what saturday afternoons can turn out over the few hours...

Trends toward waywardness on the downside.
Falling in/living up/hurting over time/more later to be recorded on
our troubles in environmentally sensitive places. In regard to cross
sections and factions/to kill off the flora and fauna isn't the plan,but
little by little a fair portion has been lost forever...

A trade school of terrorist tactics abroad,operated by musselman

Allah akbar stuff, what some guys will do...

Good times fair habits as if you actually stood for them.

Turning towards an ideal even of a skillful kind

In so doing maybe to bend the will a bit...

A prize might be awarded to the liveliest challenger...

Always a chance for misunderstanding,so we must put an end to any
confusion about the ideas and leave the ideals for later study...The extreme
to which fundamentalist willfulness goes,can be shattering. Be aware.

Belonging to an association of middlewestern isolationists. For the scope
to be had there. Despite the presence of wreckage near and far.
Documents: Facta...At district 53 we played dodge ball and soft ball. So?
Wait,I had the word on my mind and then straight off something unrelated
stepped into view or passed through in an instant. Walked right in off the
roadside ditch,near the schoolhouse...A fifty year stroll which for a span
comes to something. The kids played out behind the school,directly east of
the coalshed-cans...That's right,the coalshed was the room between,which
was empty by my time...I'm thinking the main recess,the one we got in the
afternoon break...
Well then,the 4 a clock duty section came in while
I sat at this table,doubtless several of the workers
will be in harness for eight hours,whaddaya know?
(April 11th 2009) a heck of a time...retrieving the
typical.
More archives: Quasi reportcard. I'm sorry this isn't the Ocean; yet to be bashed beaten and bent out of shape
doesn't well provide relief. The inevitable Dogwatch has been introduced,and given clearence...

Not disagreeable girls without make-up,
standing around,and behold,sideways glances...

Why a surfeit just at this time?
Just because you flashed on forfeit,
on the piece of resistance...

Oh my,the vague glimmerscene once again
stealing upon our way; not what the Doctor
prescribes,surely.

The world of slang truely includes a good deal of importance,like an oath,like a damn.
A premonition nonetheless comes across to us,through a wilderness,that presently
makes little account. A yes to us difference. And deliberate agents really do reside
currently in that curious quarter known as the quarkzone...Utvorte og Invorte which
completes the inhabitation...
Excuses: a poem ought to include one or two,
a free-wheeling exercise certainly would,
I'm convinced...
He could avoid his mumbling but did not,and muddied the waters
by teaching us we are versatile creatures,unless we reserve ourselves
the right to be early to bed...
Funny adaptations...
And a last word from a diehard girl: now if the spelling opposes your
progress,or hinders you in concept adjustment,just ship-over,and stay
with the sentence at hand. It's a proven method in skipping over a negative
pause...And anyway you're a sure target for a hex,in particular on this
excursion...

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

I tried to make a couple of notes while on my Easter trip into Southwestcentral Minnesota; but this
didn't amount to more than one of those twenty-five words or less essays...This afternoon I'll post
some of this,after I look it over. The stuff is plain material and it was all local,besides it got done
inbetween channel surfing,with extended stopovers at the nonCommercial classicMovie network.
For Easter the station had those old biblicalmovies on,one after another...

Thursday, April 9, 2009

The lower rungs of the ladder: the chatter there something on the order of shilly-shally,
and for whatever reason precious little else. And then intermedia struggles to climb higher

An opportune time for me to take a couple days off/For a trip southwards down into Minnesota

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Old fashioned: Gawking isn't such a great plan. Although from time to time
an ordinary sight will grab your attention...A geewhiz mentality cannot be
restrained one hundred percent of the time. I add without a hesitation...
New fangled: Learning late can lead to trouble,allow an opening for downright
humiliation. But this doesn't apply everywhere,and a kind of lore is anyhow the
result of catching up after twenty two or twenty three...
Further into the archives: In a practise session/global solutions?/No doubt my
attitude slippery enough/ To pick out to lift up/flexible(flickable,flackable) May-
be affordable?/Linking arms but not legs/more perplexity/the discovery of broken
quarks,I think that was it,well it ended up meaning symmetry had been lost,but
that might not be piecemeal for-ever/and study the Nineteen thirties/plenty of bad
vibes there/fastforward to graver concerns/and doesn't this tempt a person to repeat one of the points?/Anyway it is a wretched habit to write such pray tells in
blogcentral,without asking for a practical solution,or a continuation... October 7th,
2008

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

I've returned to the present: must be said however that my notes were written in
pencil at first. And then as the day went on I refocused on them,doing a bit of changeroo. The flood/a poem on the editorial page of the Forum/an almost poem/
not a badass poem/a Rodney Nelson letter/He's an accomplished translator too/
but that was thirty years ago work/and worked I cheered/Well no matter what you
believe finally he's a writer/a North Dakota writer.? He's getting up there in years/

In Mac and Don's a 62 year old man has a fifties style hairdoo. So for starters I guessed he was around 67,well I was off the mark...

He approaches me and says: you know that building going up by Gardner? Why?
They won't have any place for the people there to park...What about all the people
coming at night to the clubs downtown,where are they going park? After this he
quits talking,though finally he tells me that he filled sandbags during the flood of
1997...But not this year.
From the archives...
PreNineteenEighties,and earlier than 78...
It may be next to impossible to detach one's self from the
responsibilities involved in the profession long enough
and safely enough,in order to review the effect this knock-
off work has had on the psyche; but the objectivist side
might be of minor significance. Probably. Well said as the
janitor, a janitor me a janitor at the Perkin's on 13th avenue
south,couldn't say it better...Claims on fame a very slight
foolish entitlement. Perhaps he has claims on fame,closer
to home. There is something entirely normal,in fashion for
me. But what am I thinking and saying? I've come to the
family circle.

The father must look to his children: with great love,
tender but strict compassion and maintain all this while,the
stability we rate highly.
Paperbacks are the way to go,they fit the coatpocket too,though the confined space often wrecks
their shape and once buckled the individual pages can be lost. I've found that for a while this isn't
a problem: the first and last parts in a paperback are most regularly unnecessary for a reading of
the text. To lose the inner pages requires several days,often weeks. The fewer pages of a short book will go first has been my experience; bigger books seem to hang together longer...Unscientifically written,well that's nobody's business but mine,after all it is blog!
Let's face it,for a sharp description the thinker is pretty damn useless,as a rule; but
what saves him while writing long stories in detail,is his dedication to the insights
he gains through his intuition. The novel comes in all sorts of packages,and I admit
the novelist doesn't have to describe the outward features so well,but to own a talent
for the memorable likeness seldom hurts...Yours truely ,Dangereuse; a goy now&then,here&there and if&when...

Monday, April 6, 2009

A blog is a booklike project,I really can't get over it; but it also simplifies the writer's situation.
The PC has turned into an excellent tool...Turned out to be.Instead of a Internet you can take it another
extreme,to an extent it then becomes something of a File. Unimaginably extensive and anti technology.
I'd better add that I had a little trouble earlier in the evening with my internet connection....I'm not
about to try anything else for this has already gone on for several minutes...The ideas are breaking up
into unrelated thoughts anyhow.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Making a fuss about the tone of good bye: here is where my learning breaks off.

The queer sensation given off by motion-pictures.

North of mania,south of normanna Lutheran. (But is it a real place?)

A doctor's excitement about maleria because there are only a few cases.

Sheer production without sheet music,but who would think about that after nineteen
and seventy five? In a place that has a musty odor maybe...

Monday, March 30, 2009

We've had strong showing of religious ceremony over the last week and a half. How long it goes on cannot be known; but our life is far from normal just now,and I believe blogging,for my part,is out of the question. I shall return to it after the flood...

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

All funning aside,my pranks nowadays no longer are sharp,
for you see it has been years since I've introduced anything
new into the act...

Sunday, March 22, 2009

We believe in what we see no matter if what is seen actually works out as a
verifiable scene,trimmings notwithstanding...
Maybe it should be written: Mahdonaal. It depends on the individual speaker...
Considering all the sides of this morning's proposition,the outcome doesn't look so
tough,or bad and unreasonable; a twenty dollar shot from I can't remember his name,and then I said: I'm otta here...I drove straight over to Mah don lo and drank my fifty-three cent coffee,the clock on the wall read five thirtyfive AM...

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Every last version turns out to be another mistaken identity but I can see that this sentence
spells trouble...

Friday, March 20, 2009

i SHALL MAKE THIS BLOG AN EXTENSION OF MY MEMORY,THOUGH THAT MAY BE
HARD TO REALIZE WITHOUT DISTRACTING MYSELF FROM THE REASONS FOR THE HOLD A TYPICAL SOUVENIR HAS UPON MY DETERMINATION TO WRITE.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

There will be gaps between these announcements. But seven days make a week and this
might be a hobbyhorse too...A week could also be enough time to conclude a war,isn't that
right?

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

number one!

Blizzard day in the eastern Dakotas: but naturally in Western Minnesota too...You'd
imagine it would be a timely period for blogging,well we'll see,the afternoon is still young,at 20 minutes before 2...

Monday, March 9, 2009

introduction

Grooves to look into and find what has been hurting,
at least irritating.