tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35286166192440027102012-01-14T17:59:50.009-05:00calling out for the beautiful, the excruciating, and the gracefulMz Enoreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528616619244002710.post-35851687496418340692012-01-14T17:59:00.000-05:002012-01-14T17:59:50.018-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DooVQrft-30/TxIIswkXKlI/AAAAAAAAAc8/8IwmG08ciTc/s1600/2012-01-14_17-56-51_116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DooVQrft-30/TxIIswkXKlI/AAAAAAAAAc8/8IwmG08ciTc/s320/2012-01-14_17-56-51_116.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Mike &amp; E (and reverse illustration by Markus Shane):<br /><br />Butterfly<br />blowing<br />judgingly<br />always<br />aeons<br />thanks<br />thiny<br />lashes<br /><br />---<br /><br />Jive<br />sweltering<br />surrepticiously<br />centuries<br />perfect<br />meandering<br />Lush<br />sands<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528616619244002710-3585168749641834069?l=heyduende.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mz Enoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528616619244002710.post-25200934199756874832012-01-07T22:50:00.000-05:002012-01-07T22:50:27.167-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GqJGjmO9siQ/TwkSXN8BzwI/AAAAAAAAAc0/MLfWYG9w8A4/s1600/2012-01-07_22-47-18_917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GqJGjmO9siQ/TwkSXN8BzwI/AAAAAAAAAc0/MLfWYG9w8A4/s320/2012-01-07_22-47-18_917.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Dusty<br />earlobes<br />dye<br />wholesome<br />hooks.<br /><br />(other half)<br /><br />tired<br />spoons<br />scribbles<br />aged<br />wings<br /><br />---<br /><br />Surly<br />dark<br />strand<br />scooping<br />snowflakes<br /><br />(other half)<br /><br />fully<br />tied<br />boots<br />seizing<br />shadows<br /><br /><br />((D &amp; E))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528616619244002710-2520093419975687483?l=heyduende.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mz Enoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528616619244002710.post-24404348006254705722012-01-02T22:09:00.001-05:002012-01-02T22:17:43.716-05:00Mike &amp; E hit the Corner and a poetry stride--<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6B4YIohRqs/TwJzDM_WjII/AAAAAAAAAcs/b85BeQ7T2vk/s1600/2012-01-02_22-12-07_898.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6B4YIohRqs/TwJzDM_WjII/AAAAAAAAAcs/b85BeQ7T2vk/s400/2012-01-02_22-12-07_898.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Bee<br />gingerly<br />February<br />blows<br />beneath<br />blustering<br />of<br />dusk.<br /><br />(reverse)<br /><br />Because<br />riverbanks<br />a<br />dense<br />mongoose<br />glowed<br />upon<br />painting.<br /><br />----<br /><br />objects<br />heartily<br />June<br />walks<br />around<br />windy<br />toward<br />afternoon<br /><br />(reverse)<br /><br />around<br />the Colusseum<br />an<br />slobbery<br />egrit<br />swam<br />through<br />a maple tree<br /><br />---<br /><br />Merida<br />strings<br />blithely<br />between<br />37<br />airplanes<br />throughout<br />wary<br />cardamom<br /><br />(reverse)<br /><br />Clapping<br />underneath<br />seventy-four<br />of<br />cerulean<br />ginghko<br />sinking<br />stout<br />smashing<br />wooden.<br /><br />---<br /><br />Boulder<br />skews<br />crookedly<br />about<br />forty-two<br />jigsaws<br />after<br />full<br />nutmeg<br /><br />(reverse, and my favorite)<br /><br /><i>Waving</i><br /><i>without</i><br /><i>thousands</i><br /><i>between</i><br /><i>crimson</i><br /><i>Ash</i><br /><i>breathing</i><br /><i>Hazed &amp; Infused</i><br /><i>decidedly</i><br /><i>lovely</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528616619244002710-2440434800625470572?l=heyduende.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mz Enoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528616619244002710.post-41441810019527234332011-12-03T14:15:00.000-05:002011-12-03T14:15:43.183-05:00I love looking at these old ripped up strips of paper.&nbsp; Each pair or trio arose from some quiet or very loud moment when there was clearly no other choice but to collaborate with each other in written commentary of the strangeness of the times.&nbsp; Surrealist poetry is so much of what I cherish about my close friendships.<br /><br />Not the least significant to me of these poems is seeing the imprint of spur-of-the-moment writing, how people's hands move steadily when they don't stop to think too hard.&nbsp; And how sometimes we get on the same page.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wx9bN_CNjp4/Ttp1I8G10GI/AAAAAAAAAcc/tqI063hkP-0/s1600/IMG_20111203_140934.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wx9bN_CNjp4/Ttp1I8G10GI/AAAAAAAAAcc/tqI063hkP-0/s640/IMG_20111203_140934.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528616619244002710-4144181001952723433?l=heyduende.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mz Enoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528616619244002710.post-42394127736357442292011-12-03T13:59:00.000-05:002011-12-03T13:59:19.161-05:00Wa, D &amp; E strike again:<br /><br />right now<br />Chile<br />patiently awaits unexpectedly<br />bronze<br />stop<br />Meryl Streep<br />or<br />home<br />---<br /><br />right now<br />Egypt<br />is quaintly<br />helium<br />epoch<br />Liza Minnelli<br />and<br />home<br />---<br /><br />sparkling<br />precious thing<br />smoking<br />slowly<br />before<br />your father's<br />hope chest<br />---<br /><br />melting<br />blue-green twig<br />sticking<br />blindly, coarsely<br />around<br />your own<br />derivative history<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528616619244002710-4239412773635744229?l=heyduende.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mz Enoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528616619244002710.post-86296713900968842912011-11-28T08:02:00.000-05:002011-11-28T08:02:33.784-05:00We must have been in a hurry this time.&nbsp; The papers are ripped up at odd angles and folded haphazardly for this batch:<br /><br />always<br />giant<br />ferociously<br />dies<br />orange<br />whispers<br /><br />---<br />calm<br />growth<br />strangely<br />steal<br />benign<br />crates<br /><br />---<br />Deeply<br />quaking<br />inward<br />womb-like<br />line<br /><br />---<br />cowardly<br />crossing<br />into<br />ripped<br />fervor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528616619244002710-8629671390096884291?l=heyduende.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mz Enoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528616619244002710.post-13316989405897713702011-11-21T21:54:00.001-05:002011-11-22T08:02:27.995-05:00Claro, more from D &amp; E's surrealist poetry factory.<br /><br />Hazlo<br />her<br />electric blue<br />pearl<br />toward<br />never<br />---<br />(reverse side)<br /><br />and<br />his<br />smoking<br />legs<br />explode<br /><br /><br />//<br /><br />Calmate<br />I<br />burgundy<br />golden<br />understand<br />June<br />---<br /><br />(reverse side)<br /><br />and<br />they<br />marrying<br />life<br />walk<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528616619244002710-1331698940589771370?l=heyduende.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mz Enoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528616619244002710.post-37938829506811577472011-11-21T21:51:00.000-05:002011-11-21T21:51:30.521-05:00based on similar strips of paper I just found in an old Xerox paper box in my new apartment, I believe these were from the same night (D &amp; E):<br /><br />An<br />extremely<br />smokey<br />water bug<br />underneath<br />moons<br />started<br />snarkily<br />skyward.<br /><br /><br /><br />A<br />outrageously<br />fast<br />bar<br />under<br />epoch<br />yelled<br />snowy<br />Bigfoot.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528616619244002710-3793882950681157747?l=heyduende.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mz Enoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528616619244002710.post-7078380150109995282010-02-02T22:54:00.002-05:002010-02-02T23:04:47.109-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sZlUnPgHmY/S2j1gTlMvVI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ioLoaCJwjEg/s1600-h/2010-01-29+00.01.57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sZlUnPgHmY/S2j1gTlMvVI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ioLoaCJwjEg/s320/2010-01-29+00.01.57.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />verdant<br />cherries<br />transfixes<br />strictly<br />desires<br />ancient<br /><br /><br />fire<br />summer<br />points<br />worldly<br />glass<br />all over again<br /><br /><br />obscure<br />salt<br />unveil<br />heavy<br />sound<br /><br /><br />leaning<br />musical<br />sight<br />against<br />liquid<br />Andalusian<br />fog<br /><br /><br />showing<br />frigid<br />thought<br />throughout<br />throrough<br />heightened<br />blizzard<br /><br /><br />coral<br />shadows<br />melting<br />solid<br />weight<br /><br /><br />moat: (n)<br />-things that grind<br />-they break down your food so to digest<br />-they represent a "smile"<br /><br /><br />teeth<br />1) a liquid protection;<br />2) a water stronghold behind circular force<br />3) impenetrable history<br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><br /><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><br /><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><!--Session data--><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528616619244002710-707838015010999528?l=heyduende.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mz Enoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528616619244002710.post-85669921324097068612009-12-19T15:57:00.000-05:002009-12-19T15:57:14.462-05:00Wa, Maggie, and me:<br /><br />classical<br />billowing<br />over<br />streaky<br />chartruse<br />peace<br /><br />baroque<br />sneaking<br />below<br />frosty<br />red orange<br />Hitler<br /><br />calypso<br />breaking<br />beneath<br />motherly<br />cerulean<br />home<br /><br />halibut<br />jackhammer<br />blowing<br />minutes<br />under<br />heavy<br />Austria<br /><br />rainbow trout<br />handsaw<br />twinking<br />eon<br />of<br />creaky<br />Uruguay<br /><br />tench<br />router<br />stalking<br />a decade<br />toward<br />silken<br />Ecuador<br /><br />skankily<br />wilting<br />wood<br />jumps<br />near<br />burning<br />tree<br /><br />bleakly<br />sparking<br />bread<br />slice<br />through<br />bundled<br />necessity<br /><br />slowly<br />fitting<br />bottle rocket<br />danced<br />throughout<br />giant<br />fault<br /><br />around<br />tunnel<br />ruddy<br />place<br />dissecting<br />angrily<br />inside<br /><br />underneath<br />wedge<br />rocky<br />oceans<br />guided<br />slowly<br />away<br /><br />from<br />bones<br />fierce<br />snuggie<br />saunter<br />unwittingly<br />around<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><!--Session data--><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528616619244002710-8566992132409706861?l=heyduende.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mz Enoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528616619244002710.post-40925562683075681142009-11-10T02:11:00.000-05:002009-11-10T02:12:36.359-05:00On the patio of aut (in May) with Annah, Wa, and D. We created the following:<br /><br />snarky<br />flames<br />broadcast<br />beautiful<br />throne<br /><br /><br />openly<br />going<br />over<br />brightly<br />armored<br />my youth<br />thorough<br />woman<br /><br /><br />breathlessly<br />bitten<br />toward<br />hastily<br />verbose<br />infant<br />porous<br />ocean<br /><br /><br />hairy<br />mother<br />galavanting<br />quiet<br />gin.<br /><br /><br />tauntingly<br />sneaking<br />throughout<br />unnecessarily<br />delicious<br />epoch<br />calm<br />lifeline<br /><br /><br />surly<br />brick house<br />shine<br />wild<br />meal<br /><br /><br />quietly<br />carousing<br />on<br />bubbly<br />still<br />decades<br />black<br />siren<br /><br /><br />bright<br />headlights<br />pissing<br />yellow<br />bubbles<br /><br /><br />If I ever return to the time when this music were relevant<br />then the continents would come together again like Pangea.<br /><br /><br />If I died tomorrow<br />then days to come would end in years and lives would hold less wonder.<br /><br /><br />If I were a boy<br />then the land around us would collapse into many nations and peace would come close to our lives. (um, no.)<br /><br /><br />If I can do tequila shots like I did when I was 20 still when I'm 60<br />then the hot wax would burn my legs.<br /><br /><br />If trumpets were the voices of angels,<br />then maybe I'll start walking 3 miles a day again like I used to years ago<br /><br /><br />If negative matter is found in our universe,<br />then we're fucked. or maybe not?<br /><br /><br />If rumbling and rambling were indicators<br />then what are we really here for?<br /><br /><br />If the world were to end tonight,<br />then maybe I can change how things work.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528616619244002710-4092556268307568114?l=heyduende.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mz Enoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528616619244002710.post-24053895320866802312009-09-15T22:28:00.003-04:002009-09-15T22:36:57.727-04:00Loving you still is<br />like driving slowly<br />past a car wreck<br /><br />Blood, guts & adrenaline<br />You are my pause in<br />the fast lane<br /><br />Little else matters<br />in this calm + storm combined<br />We are trapped and entwined.<br /><br />Coasting down this road<br />Gripping the highway<br />I am on my way home--<br /><br />--------<br /><br />If I try, I can still<br />remember your look.<br />You are revolving, a tribute to your<br />birthright. You should have known better.<br />Revolving, changing like the moon--<br />any minute you could change.<br />Your face shifts, and I know again-<br />You are not real. I dream at night.<br /><br />------------<br /><br />Forgotten & forbidden<br />taste& smell<br />this is me unwritten<br /><br />This is me as I am.<br />This is a life beyond words.<br />Take this in. Roll it over your tongue. Inhale.<br /><br />So I find you again, between my<br />head and my heard, you linger<br />with the force of a stampede.<br /><br />---------------<br /><br />You were a misshapen cradle<br />in my ginkgo tree<br /><br />I am broken glass<br />under your combat boots<br /><br />And I tried, so hard, not to become<br />red clay under your shaded feet,<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528616619244002710-2405389532086680231?l=heyduende.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mz Enoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528616619244002710.post-29554167744332194892009-09-15T22:26:00.002-04:002009-09-15T22:27:50.447-04:00gingerly<br />we<br />careen<br />around<br />dainty<br />people<br /><br /><br />vividly<br />I<br />ran<br />into<br />sexily<br />paintings<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528616619244002710-2955416774433219489?l=heyduende.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mz Enoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528616619244002710.post-70984718686709125462009-09-15T22:26:00.001-04:002009-09-15T22:26:52.198-04:00Sex, Beast Baldheaded<br />why don't we do it all night?<br />Bring me a piece of heaven--<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528616619244002710-7098471868670912546?l=heyduende.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mz Enoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528616619244002710.post-19924530425679964772009-09-15T22:15:00.002-04:002009-09-15T22:25:59.347-04:00I flow into you<br />Take a walk down the highway<br />the corkscrew opened.<br /><br /><br />Be a beautiful<br />why don't we do it-- the road,<br />The snow's kiss delights!<br /><br /><br />smoke<br />bloody<br />soar<br />emptiness<br />slow.<br /><br /><br />Ash<br />velvety<br />rope<br />bliss.<br /><br /><br />Sex by diva loves<br />you had no idea about<br />fourteen songs breathing<br /><br /><br />trailing incense & glitter<br />break the light with brilliant sound--<br />who the fuck is he?<br />My women- my home.<br /><br /><br />abandon<br />soft<br />breaking<br />softly<br />DONE!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528616619244002710-1992453042567996477?l=heyduende.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mz Enoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528616619244002710.post-73949398524747061012009-09-01T13:39:00.002-04:002009-09-01T13:42:11.441-04:00East<br />burning<br />challenge<br />readily<br />combs<br />puddle<br /><br /><br />surly<br />dark<br />faucets<br />yelping<br />the<br />slight<br />wand.<br /><br /><br />forward<br />choking<br />steps<br />coarsely<br />uncover<br />light bulbs<br /><br /><br />fierce<br />golden<br />breath<br />guarding<br />the last<br />shadow<br /><br /><br />cowardly<br />crossing<br />into<br />ripped<br />fervor<br /><br /><br />deeply<br />quaking<br />inward<br />womb-like<br />line<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528616619244002710-7394939852474706101?l=heyduende.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mz Enoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528616619244002710.post-4302839172025667702009-09-01T13:30:00.002-04:002009-09-01T13:38:55.489-04:00over<br />skin<br />you<br />numbly<br />is<br />against<br />myriad<br />dwindling<br />plumage<br /><br /><br />an<br />inquisitively<br />calm<br />and hastily<br />glasses<br />falls<br /><br /><br />a<br />abruptly<br />uncanny<br />and curiously<br />improper structure<br />lazes<br /><br /><br />an<br />succinctly<br />drunk<br />and lovely<br />gasoline<br />thinks<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528616619244002710-430283917202566770?l=heyduende.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mz Enoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528616619244002710.post-52439067041814901362008-01-19T02:15:00.000-05:002008-01-19T02:19:37.590-05:00knowingly<br />fresh<br />bloom<br />exhale<br />arduous and never ambivalent<br />noon<br />seemingly<br />stops<br /><br /><br /><br />adult<br />irises<br />drowns<br />knowingly<br />innocent<br />earth<br />until<br />it grow<br /><br /><br /><br />new<br />magnolias<br />freeze<br />invisible<br />blue<br />barrios<br />seeing<br />it sinks<br /><br /><br /><br />knowingly<br />consulted<br />lines<br />magnifies<br />until<br />morning<br />steadily<br />enmeshes<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />**Felix with Danny<br />product of our two<br />surrealist minds**<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' 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