Professional Documents
Culture Documents
ric royer––baltimore md
I dont know if this counts, but here is an entire online museum of things that do not appear as they
seem. http://www.mishaptic.com/museum/index.html
fake rats, corn inside of banana peels...
Joel Lipman––Toledo, OH
“Hello,” as squawked by Roberto, our parrot.
Geof Huth––Schenectady, NY
A glass of milk that ends up containing soy squeezings. (Alone among those in my family, I love
those soy squeezings.)
Skip Fox––Sunset, LA
What’s a blog, but someone yakking all the time in the near distance? An insane convenience store
of the blubbery self, 24-7. Never sleeps. Someday in the near future, we’ll pay to have these run
beyond the limits of our lives, that way we’ll never have to think. Not even when we’re dead.
or this?
On rap and social responsibility: Did Homer worry that he might weave a melancholic masculinity
into the fabric of our culture? Is Achilles Hamlet? Does Hector’s braggadocio echo in the shouts of
Outkast?
or:
Virginity Through Death! (a sticka’! Or a sash to drape around the tulips that you send to Plath after
she had her appendix out. A little gag.)
You think it’s easy to die? Try breaking a freefall by flapping your arms.
or:
One is the most even of numbers. Nearly all odd numbers are incomplete, awaiting the addition or
subtraction of another odd number to come into their own, themselves at last: stable, entire. The
sole exception is one which is more complete, more contained even than even numbers, so called,
which, lacking a notion (condition) of the whole, the solely singular for the singleness, are destined
to fragment and decay. One, the most even & inseparable of numbers, the definite article, will outlast
them all. Surely it must be so.
So, an Historical Society is not necessarily an Historical Society. In Duluth, the struggle of history
has become the struggle for history!
David Baratier––Columbus OH
JS Murnet is a psuedonym of two writers. How’s that?
Kevin Thurston––Baltimore, MD
The sexuality of karen eliot, eh eh eh.
id m tHFFT AYBLE––Windham, ME
oh,shoot,
what immediately came to mind
(as something not as it seems)
was:
a barnacle
endwar––Athens, OH
Here’s my entry, which appears to be an email response to your question but is actually an attempt
to score a free book. Sort of a human engineered trojan horse email. The trojan horse being the
paradigm of things not as they seem. At least i’m not offering you a reduced rate on your mortgage
or dubious body part enhancements.
Nico Vassilakis, Seattle, WA
the other day
while staring
a nob’s a blob
the water’s a daughter
floating dust
in the aqueous eye
squinting
the streetlight is molecular
or C or D or enough
of what it is
is always other
constant simultan....us
nice blanket
nice summer day
Alan Sondheim––Brooklyn,NY
the world (for Miekal And)
Carlos Luis––Miami, FL
but when the tangle
rip the seams
despite what it seems
noli me tangere
Lanny Quarles––Portland, OR
While it may seem like I’m the dashing arsliterary outlaw Great Skull Zero Tornado Betel Nut
Phosgene Lithop Toenail Face-Mask Head, I’m rilly jus a humble sow’s ear diggin’ in a burlap sack
of bones inscribed with GorGaRuneglyphs whose age and meaning are so ancient and irresolutely
paradoxical they dwarf my entire existence so as to make it a nanofemtopicosecond close-up
shot of a piece of striated blue heliobsidian ‘indian corn’ falling from the grinding jaws of the great
celestial raccoon as it stands surfing upon one of the undulating segmentalia of colossogorgantic q
uantoencyclocentipediatron’s infinitely long whisker-palping compressed universe ganglia-waveform
bait dangling alternate reality pheromone temporal-lung-book extension units..
Joe Keenan––Buffalo, NY
In any case, as is my wont, i stepped outside to have a smoke before returning to my station and
was pleased to note that all was indeed precisely as it seemed. the moon was dented and bright
and centered above the bright lights of the stadium like a diamond set in a bed of lesser stones. the
grove in the heart of division was exactly that and also glowed in the halos of her streetlamps. on the
concrete face of the parking ramp across the street, arrows pointing down toward an opening, black
letters backlit in blue : TER
i think i know what you’re up to, but i have to say, alan’s world text was like a weight off my
shoulders. i think i sighed out loud with relief and am not ready to let that go yet.
Reed Altemus––Portland, ME
I’m not gonna be clever about this because I think the truth is more interesting. For a long time
during my thirties I entertained the idea that a career as a librarian made sense. The whole affinity
with books etc. but I finally realized that this was something that I had misread in life and in fact I
don’t have the personality type for librarianship. Take a perfectly good bookworm and REMOVE
HIS/HER SPINE and what you get is a librarian. Most librarians aren’t cranky lumpen intellectual
types who thrive on the esoteric and even marginal. Librarians are there to make sure that people are
reading what they’re supposed to be reading. I don’t mean to be derogatory but it’s the truth. So, my
fate to be a librarian was a misapprehension in fact librarianship IN REAL LIFE was nothing like what
I had imagined it to be. Not what it seemed etc.
Irving Weiss––Chestertown, MD
John Lowther––Atlanta GA
Language: it seems an extension of us needs but turns against us, once out of the mouth.
David-Baptiste Chirot––Milwaukee, WI
These seams don’t seem
the same as some
at the same sum.
Nancy Burr––Seattle, WA
it is not seemly
to tear the seams
unravel the stitches
to reveal the meaning
lost in the tangles
Sheila Murphy––Phoenix, AZ
Michael Helsem––Dallas, TX
The Nacreous Oughts
http://springtail.blogspot.com
is not as it seems.
Chris Funkhouser––Allamuchy, NJ
to the unglassed eye it snows here all july
despite the green, despite the heat
dem buggersome poplars just keep sending
fuzzy flakes across the view through windowpanes
in various pools of water sprouts sprouts sprouts
to the near-sighted eye tis winter twisted into color...
Crag Hill––Moscow, ID
but when the tingle
rips the sums
despite what it seems
noli me lingerie
Joel Kuzai––Ithaca, NY
the age of the earth is not as it seems.
Madawg
I dont know about doing all that other stuff but I acquired a lightning rod and then I started doing
paintings of lightning then I saw a painting of lightning in a thrift store-I acquired that too. Next I
found a picture from the 30’s of a dog named Lightning the Wonder Dog. The dog was leaping off a
pier into the water. Then I found a small cedar box with a picture of Dogwood on it and I realized that
yes-Dawg would. So I put the picture of Lightning the Wonder Dog inside of it.
P.S. I spelled lightning wrong every time in this paragraph, but then I corrected it.
PPS- yes I have no idea where all of this is going.
d.a. levy––Cleveland, OH
Our concrete poems are written to urify our minds and Intestines of all western sophisticated
hypocracy apathetic impotent outrages racist-mindfucking white supremacy dung / to liberate
ourselves from the decay of the passive dainty assfuck culture of art patrons / to save ourselves
from being enshrined with the other saints martyrs & heros of The Muck such as Jesus, Nixon, the
pope, president johnson, billy grahamcrackers, the american ‘deep image’ poets, Dali, wyeth, Walt
Disney, & the princes of distortion (the newspaper reporters).
mimeographed in an edition of 50 by