$%6^&*()_Quertty? Pretty byrdie!

.....when it rains,
It pours...

*

A Juggling Jingling
Can-of-9's

Kibbles, that Justful Jester,
Our Canine Entertainer,
Detains Denial, she hoodwinks, she deploys

Noise masqued as musique to
Coax your hoax, a faux foe, she,
So know! Mistrust her? O ~

But her nose glows, her eyes wink
A thinking sense ~
Ability. Mystique, her muse, makes

Brain! Trust me, when I tell you,
"Trust her intellect, her psyche, her mentality."
A brain confidence, consortium, Kibbles

Caters, while Flora waits. In wings
Unfolded, a Twittering Tweets
Sweet nothings gnawed from Innocence.

~ 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 ...

Kibbles, that Justful Jester,
Our Canine Entertainer, detains
Denial. She hoodwinks, so arrest her!

She deploys noise masqued as musique, feigns
Folly too well, to coax your hoax ~
A faux foe, she. So know! Mistrust her gains?

O ~

But her nose glows, blew eyes wink hopes,
A thinking sense ~ She blinks her none ~
Such ability. Mystique, her muse, makes ropes

Lasso rain! Trust me, when I, you, pun ~
"Trust her intellect, her psyche, her mentality."
Kibbles courts a canny brain consortium,

Caters, while Flora waits. In wings, she sings,
Unfolds a Twittering, tweets
Sweet nothings known from Innocence.

*

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*
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"Barkley's Famous Dog Quotations"
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"So, know The Mystery ~
The Curious embodies a relative just reason,
Just in order to exist. Young dog, mind your compelling
Compunction, thusly ~ Do not cease obeying
One's impulse to sniff, to bark, to lend your ear.
The Caged Constraints of Time house
Their own Reasons. The Perfumes waft their own
Reasons raining from The Quantum.
So, stand alert, [censored] your nose, perk your ear,
Toward wind's source. A mesmerized, dog,
Indeed, when she sniffs the mysteries of eternity,
Of duration, of the wonderful structure of truth.
It is as though each day, from obedience school,
A Test ~ To sniff a true bit of this mystery
Every day, for to know each day
Bears enough, every day.
Saint Curiosity never does lose one,
Never does
Cease to amuse one, to partner you in a minuet
Off The Narrow Canine's Way. My maxim for you,
Scents thusly ~ Do not stop
Imploring, exploring, or sniffing the sights.
Ignore not your aperture, your appetite."

~ Alert Dogstein,

Quoted message said:

From "My Canine Relatives:

My World, I Know It"
_________________________________________

Quoted message said:

From "Barkley's Famous Dog Quotations,"

16th ed., Pitter Pat Press,
New Ork City.
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Yes ~
A Morning Wood Publication
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* Dogging Arts * Fogging Minds * It's a Star *
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*** A Morning Wood
Symphonic Sur ~ | ~ Sound Seduction ***
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~ The Symphonique's Second Hand,
The Left Baton ~
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Act I.
"The Excess de Concrete:
A Musique Concrète"

~ * ~
....Intermezzo...
~ * ~

Act II.
"The Excess de Abstract:
A Series, Stringing Other Types of 'A Priori'
Musique"
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* Composer ~
Pierre Schaeffer *

* Orchestra ~
The Inspirational Carpets *

* Maestro ~
Joy Division *
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A Morning Wood Sonique Production
The Hemlock Overlook Concert Hall
Deep East Trail, Along Side Wading's Way
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* Dogging Arts * Fogging Minds * It's a Star *
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*

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Attune your receiver...
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* & Public Commentary, or Your Best
Community Tittle ~
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Hosted
With your Ghostest
Of the Mostest ~ Mr.
Alistair Mistook His Hat!
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Every weekday,
Just before cocktail hour, that's, for those
Not in the know ~ Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday,
& Friday ~ 5 pm
To 7 pm.
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*

~ Chanson der Liebe ~
1400 ~ 1550

De tous bien playne
En attendant
A la mignonne
Tandernaken al op den rijn

Helas Madame
Alas what shall I do for love
O my Heart is score

Collinetto (Bassadanza)
Colinetto (Bassadanza)

Je n'ay dueil
Cecus non iudicat de coloribus
Revenez tous regretz
Fortuna desperate
In mijnen sin

Joan is sick and ill at ease

If I had wit for to endite
Come o'er the Burn, Bessy

Mon seul plaisier

In Wilderness

Adieu Madame et ma Maistresse

* 8 *

....music for a while,

a renaissance already
in progress revives
the illusion. unsteady

words reveal the medium
and technique: water
soluble pigments fathom

each layer applied over
and over, until
we come upon this cover

folded back, as the guidebook
said. a little piece
of the program undertook

this digression into wine
country, this delay
a sidebar listing each shrine

in the museum. inspire
or dominate, what
narrative would, yes, desire

this love outlined so clearly
and exactly, idle
before the window nearly

sidestepped by this headlong rush
through story's premise.
rolling through the crowd, a hush

artfully denies the rule
catalogued as lost
minor master, now the fool

granted permission to play
within this painting
found from provenance mislaid.

unravel the tape, you said,
stage within each stage,
sure grip on thematics threaded

through our shared acoustic guide,
played against the proof
outlined in the catalogue.

a reading list telling me
where you'd be found
in case I lost you. no need.

a card game played in earnest
beneath the canopy
of regret, masochist

forestalled by the construction
of this exhibition,
another reproduction

overlooking the mezzanine's
proscenium-bound
patrons leaving their limousines.

the evolving subject's name,
however rare, lights
this dead-end passage explained

by an empty chair, cogent
canon of versions
decorative and ancient

as scattered hoof prints leading
into the forest
again. final misreading

a conduit of news held
as music above
the gallery's first-floor swell

of visitors you were once
part of. past the hill
beyond the hill, this romance

I wanted but wouldn't require,
where Merlin explained
to the girl, you must conspire

to unlock the museum,
evolve the story
scene through the proscenium,

replenish and replete, two
facades face one
another, slender means you

knew were squarely told around
recto and verso
freestanding in the glass-bound

display. card players' delight,
revered symbol blessed
by this sleeping city of night,

the museum escorted
us deeper into
the program note foreshadowed

by a gloss so bright, he rushed
back with antidote,
stray parchment scrolled inward, hushed

reprimand unfurled across
the bridge of natural
phenomena, another gloss

reclaimed as art practicing
virtuoso scales
ascending stairs automatically

toward the great granite bulk
of the museum,
where two guests pause now, to

look at the inclined arousal
of another hill
beyond the hill, natural

story of the story
beyond the forest...

~ * ~

**
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Manner Gone By Creative Substances
Of ~ Of TRADITION of FAMILY Of ~ Of
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Far From Through ~
~ Of Typography Right, Another Family of Logo ~
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* Ballet Takes a Step into the Vocabulary *
* We Visit the Museum and Paint It *
* The Flat of Film: A Relearned Art Lost *
* Increased Typography: Thee ~ Overflowing Alice
Of Letters Whirled
In Bottom of the Rabbit Drain *
* Of the Consulting Traditional Film Titles:
Kids of Hitchcock with the Flicks of Witch Which Lick *
* The Voyage of Lets? By Overwork ~ Avoid, Nosedive! *
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The Western Edge ~
Theatre of The Sphere de Wood Shakespeare
Of Production of Morning ~ In Addition to Central
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* Arts of Continuation * Embrumant Occupies * It Is a Star *
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*

~ * ~

Music from the Vaults

O shimmering black box,
that holds another and another
here inside me,
ignite stars of night.
Shed more light,
I plead,
enlighten my day.

Beauty holds Eros
in a black box of night,
sparking container of light.
Swallow your pride,
as I playfully sing
and praise your song.
I swallow you.

Usher me into morning,
lovely one,
with stepping stones across tonight.

Open my day
into your hands,
precisely where we lay,
opening ourselves,
here together.

Our voices echo back
music from the black vault of night.

New Ideas

O Lente, lente currite, noctis equi.*
- Ovid

....echoes of old...

O horses of the night
go slowly,
as I rein you back to me,
rewind this golden cord
that binds you to my knowing.

Details mend upon demand.
Rein back the night
until your thighs,
glisten as forest foliage,
before morning. Darkness swells
my heart for you,
telling source of unknowing,
a wishing well.

Take me through light again.
Heal this rent in the fabric of time,
torn bedcovers askew.

Weave me a story to hold us back,
your body lashed to mine,
this night undone,
unfolded under sheets.

Skillful rein, knowing hand,
harness the galloping caress of night,
before my saddle folds,
returned inside a cardboard box,
the black box of night.

* ~ *

Quoted message said:

"A horde of 1,000 bloodthirsty, ruthless,
Beserking 'poets'

I'm looking for "Running techniques" by The Bill Rodgers. I'm also seeking
advice on speed traing.
TIA
Fab

"A horde of 1,000 bloodthirsty, ruthless,
Beserking 'poets'

I'm looking for "Running techniques" by The Bill Rodgers. I'm also
seeking
advice on speed traing.
TIA
Fab

O, jerk off!

"A horde of 1,000 bloodthirsty, ruthless,
Beserking 'poets'

I'm looking for "Running techniques" by The Bill Rodgers. I'm also
seeking
advice on speed traing.
TIA
Fab

O, jerk off!

Talking to yourself
Again?

Courtesy
The Imortalist ~

Merci!
~ Moi

"The history of the book presents us with a complete,
observable communications revolution.
The historical record is such that we can watch
the whole of a vast socio-cultural, political,
and economic change happen over a period
of some three to five hundred years
(depending on whose
perspective you prefer).
By following the developments in manuscript
and
print book to the changes in the technologies
used to produce those texts,
we can also chart the various changes
in social organization, politics and economics
from the feudalism of the 7th century,
through to the advent and advance of early capitalism
in the 15th century.
The implications of the printed word are vast.
There are those who argue
that Martin Luther and the Protestant revolution
could not have taken place
if it were not for the printing press."

http://communication.ucsd.edu/bjones/Books/booktext.html

*

"Are they stars that once
existed within the influence of a galaxy or are there nebula/gas clouds

that are stellar nursery?"
~ Southern Hospitality

What's a stellar nursery?

"What's actually matters...
The butler did it."
~ ugo

Did what?

"Does anyone recall the VF-published author's
name of the wonderful
explication of Botticelli's Venus and Mars
(ca. 1983-86)?"
~ Stuart

O, I would be most grateful
To know.

"Anyone have comments
On the Garmin Forerunner 201?
It wasn't long before my
Timex GPS was on EBay
So I am trying to avoid that again.
Thanks. . . ."
~ J. Merrill

[Hey!]

So, like, Dude ~
What's the light like,
How often does it change?
When's this nightmare over?
EBay? Is that like, you know, Long Island
Sound? Xem
It? Or rhyme it?
Or just, forget about it all
And die?
Please don't lie. I trust you Greatly,
You know. Your work,
My Dante, my style, my Idle Isle
De C.

"I have been using a 256mb mp3
Player for awhile now. However,
I left it at the gym the other day
And it was ruthlessly
Stolen."
~ Schultz

Ruth or rude?

"I have been eyeing
Those portable mp3 jukeboxes for awhile now.
They have a little hard
Drive in there
I think
So can store
Gigs of data
Rather than the
Meager."
~ Schultz

While you're shopping at the 7-11,
And the meter's running,
Grab
Me a snackie, please. Or Jack ~
In ~ the ~ Box
Or Taco Bell, too,
Fine. Perhaps
Too a Peppermint Pattie for dessert.

"Question:
Do they work OK if you jog with it?
I wouldn't want to screw up
The hard-drive."
~ Schultz

Just keep your shoes on.
That should do it.
Choose your ~ O
Know!
Terry, that you?
Bring that dog
Leash, please. As I know you
Recollect well, you'll offer me that chain, come New
Year's
Eve, 1968.
Just off Laura Lane.
11:55 pm.
A dark night.
A ditch.
A station wagon driven in reverse ~
No rehearsal.

~~ waves *

PS. Tell Michael's Dad, Mr.
Atkinson, that Flyer,
Hello! Great book! Great Mr.
Rick Bragg quote there, too. Great
Grief commentary.

[Good grief! Here's
Charlie Brown snooping around
Town!]

Or
Just see: Me, ca. September, 17, 2004 ~
I was looking around some pics of my hometown,
Which has been savaged by hurricane Ivan,
And I came across an excerpt from a biography
By the father of someone I knew.
This opening passage, from Mr.
Atkinson's book,
Touched me.

"Rick [Bragg] was in New Orleans doing a feature story
for the New York Times and was interviewing
an elderly black lady in the ghettos
who had just lost her grandson
due to a senseless shooting. He described how
the little boy's 'Dr. Seuss' books just dropped
to the ground and the grandson died
looking up at his grandmother with a shocked expression,
unable to speak a word.
When the interview was over, the grandmother thanked
Mr. Bragg for taking the time to write
about her grandson.

Rick said that his normal reply to such a response
from someone consumed with grief
is simply to say Thank You and leave.
But in this instance he replied,
'Why in the world do you want to thank me?
All I have done is to scribble a few notes.
Your grandson is gone forever
and you are the one who will live with his loss
for the rest of your life.'

The grandmother replied
by showing him a few carefully folded clippings
from New Orleans newspapers.
The little pieces of paper, coldly and briefly,
reported the story of her grandson's tragic death.

Then the grandmother said to Rick Bragg.
'You sees, sir, if it ain't writ down,
peoples forgets.'"
~ Tex Atkinson

"Forerunner 201?'

"Yes. Comments and lots of them.
Ask Dr. Google.
Cheers"
~ DonVon

Who's that?

"Then the grandmother said to Rick Bragg.
'You sees, sir, if it ain't writ down,
Peoples forgets.'"
~ Tex Atkinson

~ * ~

The nut...

....unscrews around the bolt
that locks tight the secret passage,
a text linking time's passage
overhead.

Ancient copyist rotates 'round a wooden axel -
Guttenberg's invention, spreads more
words than a single hand can manage:
A hand-turned printing press.

Read me a book with movable type,
a child's toy blocks,
brightly colored, with hand-carved relief.
Arrange each letter precisely into place:
letters make words, make sentences, make me.
Do I have your stamp of approval?
Press yourself to me.

Thread* carefully, Leonardo,
so these grooves match precisely
for a precise fit,
so you can slide around a spiral passage
beyond what my eye can see.

Blind though I may be,
I feel the letters with my fingers.
A child's garden of Braille,**
polka dot pathway, narrates
our painting's story
to me.

Artfully unthread this groove
that locks me in my room
without you.

The blind mind's eye
- we're all impaired,
in one way or another -
invents what only my heart can feel.
The Wedding of Touch and Word,
an eye for three.

Run your hand across my hidden texture,
an optical-touch illumination -
Blind sight gifted with urgency, and legend,
patterned from our vocabulary.
Feel your way to me.

-Virginia Hooper

*One of Leonardo da Vinci's inventions: a machine that cuts the threads
of screws.
**See: Art Education for the Blind.

"Barker could identify every subject
In each picture, having been present many times
When Von S. took a visitor on a tour
Of what he called his 'Rogues Gallery,'
Supplying biography to them ~ in excruciating detail"

~ Anne Bernays,

Quoted message said:

From "Professor Romeo"

"Erick Erikson was in evidence,
As well as the faces and/or figures of Harry Stack Sullivan,
Wolfgang Kohler, Arthur Jensen, Henry A. Murray,
Lyndon Johnson, Jerome Wieser,
And, for some unexplained reason,
Red Skelton."

~ Anne Bernays,

Quoted message said:

From "Professor Romeo"

[p. 54]

"She stroked me with oil.
Warm oil.
Her touch was firm and possessive, and left me
Feeling both valued
And valuable."

~ Pat Califia,

Quoted message said:

From "Macho [censored]"

[p. 53]

Quoted message said:

O, jerk off!

Annoying, isn't it?

Which is a beter trail shoe, the nike 5000 or the asics 2090?

Asics.

Asics.

Quoted message said:

Courtesy
The Imortalist ~

Merci

What is Jenobi of Kenyas, best time in the marathon?

Quoted message said:

"Are they stars that once
existed within the influence of a galaxy or are there nebula/gas clouds

Is the 2090 the most advanced MC shoe on the market today?