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The important words are underlined by Maurice Oliver

Did I ever tell you about the time oil from/ a leaky canister seeped into my thoughts/ then expressed its dissatisfaction with my/ sexual life.

Nonesuch Dreams and Wills by Ray Succre

Her discovery of him will also be gradual/ [X=X+1]; she does not startle anymore./ She has been alive [cavity] before.

The Mob by Doug Draime

He: How we gonna do it?
She: Don’t ask me, you’re the one with the gun
He: Can’t use the gun.
She: Why?
He: Never bought any bullets...

Spudadelic by Jeff Crouch

visual art centered around one dietary staple

Sometimes Suicidal by Aimee DeLong

Sometimes a suicidal person fixes her hair. Sometimes she looks in the mirror to smooth it. Sometimes she goes four days without washing it.

Last Night at Southport by Justin Hyde

tell her i'm a butterfly
with sixteen wings
beating in
succinct
anarchy.

Categorical Imperatives by Maurice Oliver

Try to imagine a small room where the only/ furniture is a TV. The TV has a hundred/ channels and two sets of memories.

Beerwigs by George Anderson

1. A canoe full of moose meat
2. Beerwigs
3. The Great Vodka Massacre
4. The Bootlegger & the Professor
5. Puke-O-Gram

Visual Art by Claudio Parentela

Poverty by Papa Osmubal

I saw a handful of dead cockroaches/ on the floor this morning./ You must have filled the house/ with your endless litany of dammits’ and ‘bullshits’/ while chasing them with last week’s paper/ you borrowed next door for the purpose.

dance a line by Sophia Kidd

i get stuck thinkin' of words/ and meanings of you and of him/ the smell of leaf/ on dirt

Contagion necessaries: sensorial numb by Kenneth Mulvey

reach into pocket/ for a light/ to find I pissed/ myself again

Pamela in the Spring by James Dilworth

I can't talk in the human way, I tried to learn without success. I could only watch her day after day, as the seasons began to change and the world grew colder.

The lost art of visualization by Andy Riverbed

Now that I think about it;/ I’ve realized I don’t like poetry/ and I don’t like literature; I/ hate movies and music is nauseating;/ my job is a boring mind-/ numb.

Dream by Cecelia Chapman

A short movie

shitneck

paul wakefield was wack wake wack wake wack you can see how that works tony curtis yes tony curtis was curts thats straightforward enough craig stoppard keith whitehouse graham george stoppy whitey georgie yawn me steve ely i was nezz long story ely elli elliot ness cant be bothered to enunciate ess therefore ezz nezz gary hardy was lippy the most loveable laughable lion by far lippy the lion and hardy har har john gothard was scoffer goth scoth goff scoff scoffer barry brough was beever on account of the bs steve lowry laz or mad dog depending and martin brooks shitneck because his brother had a mole on his neck his fucking brother he said wack nezz call me brooklyn we said brooklyn where the fuck you get that from shitneck

aarhus hole

among the germans those with disreputable lusts were drowned in mire and swamp tacitus

some day I will go to aarhus WHO GIVES A FUCK wordsworthian protagonism went out with jean paul sartre bent stougaard simonsen long streak of jutland piss walking around kibbutz yotvata with a copy of existentialism & humanism under his arm look at me im a radical intellectual and my friend oles a member of the most left wing party in denmark and my friend ole was expelled from school for organising a student strike and my friend oles at this commune kristiania and my friend ole look ive got a photograph huk huk huk pop eyed death metal bassist tacitus had a name for it bridegroom to the goddess my arse oles more likely in the fucking iron age theyd both be face down in the sphagnum bent got pissed on vodka elit and got in andys bed naked except for his cap WHAT THE FUCK morning after hes an egyptian crocodile IN DE NILE no but no but no no no it cannot be i wont believe it just like the time when yossi ripped the piss out of him at the pundak and he stormed off got fucked on tuborg and ranted around the place jews fucking jews hitler was right stockinged corpses laid out in the farmyards long may the ovens burn morning after egyptian crocodile no but no but no no no i cannot believe this it is not true because i am bent stougaard simonsen existentialism & humanism liberal dane he was a kid like us but he had shit to deal with lost unhappy STOP IT NO ONE GIVES A FUCK about you friend ole your corpore infames

gordium schmordium

throw reason to the dogs it stinks of corruption
taliban proverb

two thousand five hottest summer on record anthropogenic global warming two thousand seven coldest summer on record anthropogenic global warming hurricanes snowstorms dust devils droughts altogether now ANTHROPOGENIC GLOBAL WARMING everythings pro nothing counts as con john locke must be turning in his grave karl poppers flipping a seven twenty in his were through the looking glass here where do they get it from guardian telegraph national geographic wherever bilderberg peddles its consensus oh dear the war in iraq and oh dear robert mugabe and oh dear smart bomb asteroids hunting down tyrannosaurs iridium schmiridium there they go marshalling rhetoric copy and pasted broadsheet opinion primed and ready to detonate in common rooms by water coolers the evidence suggests research indicates the facts demonstrate facts schmacts you can prove anything with facts would it count against his argument if you took off his head it worked for alexander at gordium i had this boss mcdermott ten stone wet through in his country casuals jacket and jack hargreaves beard sacked a dozen pickers one friday afternoon no notice no nothing so the rest of the lads wildcatted out but mcdermott faced them down in the canteen deploying facts and legislation and reason and rhetoric and the lads stuttered and spluttered and stammered and swore and one by one they bowed their heads and the pickers were finished not one of them ran up to him and broke his jaw not one tossed him through the plate glass window not one showed him a photo of his daughter in the preschool playground and said you see how easy it can be what im saying is this you let them privilege their shit and outlaw yours youre handing them the world on a plate and dont give me that morality bullshit its all the same when you strip it down debating chamber glasgow kiss sublimated will to power its a question of tactics in the battle for the planet comp boys off the estates versus public schoolboys and their middle class proxies look at them counting pennies from their change purses in the checkout line at tesco holocaust administering bastards you know they would promotion career professional development why should i give up my competitive disadvantage just because its deemed transgressive they shackle me with reason sweet coercive reason look at them waving petitions from under the skirts of the states monopoly of violence mifive the parachute regiment unloosing the dogs of law on heretics and thought criminals melyvn mcdermott deployed legislation and argument and reasoned me out of a job and onto the street he cost me everything car house wife kids everything i was that close to tying a breeze block around my neck and jumping in the reservoir and yet if i blew his head off with a shotgun it would be me before the beaks but say that in polite company they look at you like youre tommy silverstein i cant even talk to them any more i cant bear to believe what they believe even if its true because they want to ram it down my throat nail it to my forehead stake it through my heart you see me im not like you condemning abu ghraib singing imagine all the people living life in peace the way i see it ever since the neolithic theres been someone doing the fucking and someone getting fucked right now uncle sams the boss jocker and iraqs taking it up the shitter the questions not whether its right or wrong but whos going to stop them youre going up against an abrams tank youll need more than the bitchings of george monbiot or the dinner party outrage of harold pinter bin laden seized the moment but he didnt show the way because americas the greatest country in the whole goddamn world you can get a tecnine and do what the fuck you want and at the end of the day i dont want to give up air travel trade my shogun for a smartcar let whore apparatchiks tax away my freedom thats your world not mine ill build a cabin in the woods you can call me randy weaver and if you give me any shit i promise i wont sue you

curiano della floreste

they seek him here TELL ME YOU MOTHERFUCKER well chop your sons arm off stick a poker up your daughters ass nail her cuntlips to the table TELL ME they seek him there im warning you well saw off your wifes head with a bread knife shoot its eyes out in the piazza TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK IS HE they seek him here get hold of the short guy tell him call the other guy he dont want to play ball well put a bomb under his fucking porch TELL ME they seek him there i got two hundred guys on three continents breaking heads greasing palms calling in favours motherfucking finoik got to be somewhere WHERE THE FUCK IS HE they seek him here the fat guy put him in the woods around brancaccio i had guys all over that place zip then i get a call from mannheim west germany they seek him there but that was a fucking joke three of my best guys got busted crossing into switzerland with a kalishnikov in the trunk they seek him here the word came out from the procura a real hot tip hes at a villa at uditore we came as carabinieri and kicked down the door hes gone the curtain flapping just his grandma grandpa this yappy fucking spaniel WHO THE FUCK IS HE CURIANO DELLA FLORESTE we chopped up every living thing in the house fed it through a grinder ILL KILL THEM ALL YOU CUCKOLD MOTHERFUCKER they seek him there couple my guys got jumped at cinisi one that made it swore it was him SO WHY THE FUCK DIDNT HE CLIP HIM THEN i tell you that guy went face first into the acid they seek him here then i got word through my padrino hes with the dea in new york FUCK thats something i never thought not in a million years a man of honor A MAN OF FUCKING HONOR the secrets he got MY SECRETS im gone they seek him there i guess i was easy no curiano me they seek him here and LOOK there he is through the bulletproof glass FINOOK MOTHERFUCKER his hand on the bible swearing to tell the truth the whole truth so help me god

Biography

Steve Ely is a poet, novelist and short story writer who has been published in a range of zines in print and on the web. He's currently hawking a shitload of stuff around agents and publishers, including his prison thriller San Benito Brother, his kick-ass epic poem 'about America', JerUSAlem, and his poetry collections True Crime and justified.

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Home Archives Guidelines Contests Letter Links Tips The important words are underlined by Maurice Oliver Did I ever tell you about the time oil from/ a leaky canister seeped into my thoughts/ then expressed its dissatisfaction with my/ sexual life. Nonesuch Dreams and Wills by Ray Succre Her discovery of him will also be gradual/ [X=X+1]; she does not startle anymore./ She has been alive [cavity] before. The Mob by Doug Draime He: How we gonna do it? She: Don’t ask me, you’re the one with the gun He: Can’t use the gun. She: Why? He: Never bought any bullets... Spudadelic by Jeff Crouch visual art centered around one dietary staple Sometimes Suicidal by Aimee DeLong Sometimes a suicidal person fixes her hair. Sometimes she looks in the mirror to smooth it. Sometimes she goes four days without washing it. Last Night at Southport by Justin Hyde tell her i'm a butterfly with sixteen wings beating in succinct anarchy. Categorical Imperatives by Maurice Oliver Try to imagine a small room where the only/ furniture is a TV. The TV has a hundred/ channels and two sets of memories. Beerwigs by George Anderson 1. A canoe full of moose meat 2. Beerwigs 3. The Great Vodka Massacre 4. The Bootlegger & the Professor 5. Puke-O-Gram Visual Art by Claudio Parentela Poverty by Papa Osmubal I saw a handful of dead cockroaches/ on the floor this morning./ You must have filled the house/ with your endless litany of dammits’ and ‘bullshits’/ while chasing them with last week’s paper/ you borrowed next door for the purpose. dance a line by Sophia Kidd i get stuck thinkin' of words/ and meanings of you and of him/ the smell of leaf/ on dirt Contagion necessaries: sensorial numb by Kenneth Mulvey reach into pocket/ for a light/ to find I pissed/ myself again Pamela in the Spring by James Dilworth I can't talk in the human way, I tried to learn without success. I could only watch her day after day, as the seasons began to change and the world grew colder. The lost art of visualization by Andy Riverbed Now that I think about it;/ I’ve realized I don’t like poetry/ and I don’t like literature; I/ hate movies and music is nauseating;/ my job is a boring mind-/ numb. Dream by Cecelia Chapman A short movie	shitneck paul wakefield was wack wake wack wake wack you can see how that works tony curtis yes tony curtis was curts thats straightforward enough craig stoppard keith whitehouse graham george stoppy whitey georgie yawn me steve ely i was nezz long story ely elli elliot ness cant be bothered to enunciate ess therefore ezz nezz gary hardy was lippy the most loveable laughable lion by far lippy the lion and hardy har har john gothard was scoffer goth scoth goff scoff scoffer barry brough was beever on account of the bs steve lowry laz or mad dog depending and martin brooks shitneck because his brother had a mole on his neck his fucking brother he said wack nezz call me brooklyn we said brooklyn where the fuck you get that from shitneck aarhus hole among the germans those with disreputable lusts were drowned in mire and swamp tacitus some day I will go to aarhus WHO GIVES A FUCK wordsworthian protagonism went out with jean paul sartre bent stougaard simonsen long streak of jutland piss walking around kibbutz yotvata with a copy of existentialism & humanism under his arm look at me im a radical intellectual and my friend oles a member of the most left wing party in denmark and my friend ole was expelled from school for organising a student strike and my friend oles at this commune kristiania and my friend ole look ive got a photograph huk huk huk pop eyed death metal bassist tacitus had a name for it bridegroom to the goddess my arse oles more likely in the fucking iron age theyd both be face down in the sphagnum bent got pissed on vodka elit and got in andys bed naked except for his cap WHAT THE FUCK morning after hes an egyptian crocodile IN DE NILE no but no but no no no it cannot be i wont believe it just like the time when yossi ripped the piss out of him at the pundak and he stormed off got fucked on tuborg and ranted around the place jews fucking jews hitler was right stockinged corpses laid out in the farmyards long may the ovens burn morning after egyptian crocodile no but no but no no no i cannot believe this it is not true because i am bent stougaard simonsen existentialism & humanism liberal dane he was a kid like us but he had shit to deal with lost unhappy STOP IT NO ONE GIVES A FUCK about you friend ole your corpore infames gordium schmordium throw reason to the dogs it stinks of corruption taliban proverb two thousand five hottest summer on record anthropogenic global warming two thousand seven coldest summer on record anthropogenic global warming hurricanes snowstorms dust devils droughts altogether now ANTHROPOGENIC GLOBAL WARMING everythings pro nothing counts as con john locke must be turning in his grave karl poppers flipping a seven twenty in his were through the looking glass here where do they get it from guardian telegraph national geographic wherever bilderberg peddles its consensus oh dear the war in iraq and oh dear robert mugabe and oh dear smart bomb asteroids hunting down tyrannosaurs iridium schmiridium there they go marshalling rhetoric copy and pasted broadsheet opinion primed and ready to detonate in common rooms by water coolers the evidence suggests research indicates the facts demonstrate facts schmacts you can prove anything with facts would it count against his argument if you took off his head it worked for alexander at gordium i had this boss mcdermott ten stone wet through in his country casuals jacket and jack hargreaves beard sacked a dozen pickers one friday afternoon no notice no nothing so the rest of the lads wildcatted out but mcdermott faced them down in the canteen deploying facts and legislation and reason and rhetoric and the lads stuttered and spluttered and stammered and swore and one by one they bowed their heads and the pickers were finished not one of them ran up to him and broke his jaw not one tossed him through the plate glass window not one showed him a photo of his daughter in the preschool playground and said you see how easy it can be what im saying is this you let them privilege their shit and outlaw yours youre handing them the world on a plate and dont give me that morality bullshit its all the same when you strip it down debating chamber glasgow kiss sublimated will to power its a question of tactics in the battle for the planet comp boys off the estates versus public schoolboys and their middle class proxies look at them counting pennies from their change purses in the checkout line at tesco holocaust administering bastards you know they would promotion career professional development why should i give up my competitive disadvantage just because its deemed transgressive they shackle me with reason sweet coercive reason look at them waving petitions from under the skirts of the states monopoly of violence mifive the parachute regiment unloosing the dogs of law on heretics and thought criminals melyvn mcdermott deployed legislation and argument and reasoned me out of a job and onto the street he cost me everything car house wife kids everything i was that close to tying a breeze block around my neck and jumping in the reservoir and yet if i blew his head off with a shotgun it would be me before the beaks but say that in polite company they look at you like youre tommy silverstein i cant even talk to them any more i cant bear to believe what they believe even if its true because they want to ram it down my throat nail it to my forehead stake it through my heart you see me im not like you condemning abu ghraib singing imagine all the people living life in peace the way i see it ever since the neolithic theres been someone doing the fucking and someone getting fucked right now uncle sams the boss jocker and iraqs taking it up the shitter the questions not whether its right or wrong but whos going to stop them youre going up against an abrams tank youll need more than the bitchings of george monbiot or the dinner party outrage of harold pinter bin laden seized the moment but he didnt show the way because americas the greatest country in the whole goddamn world you can get a tecnine and do what the fuck you want and at the end of the day i dont want to give up air travel trade my shogun for a smartcar let whore apparatchiks tax away my freedom thats your world not mine ill build a cabin in the woods you can call me randy weaver and if you give me any shit i promise i wont sue you curiano della floreste they seek him here TELL ME YOU MOTHERFUCKER well chop your sons arm off stick a poker up your daughters ass nail her cuntlips to the table TELL ME they seek him there im warning you well saw off your wifes head with a bread knife shoot its eyes out in the piazza TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK IS HE they seek him here get hold of the short guy tell him call the other guy he dont want to play ball well put a bomb under his fucking porch TELL ME they seek him there i got two hundred guys on three continents breaking heads greasing palms calling in favours motherfucking finoik got to be somewhere WHERE THE FUCK IS HE they seek him here the fat guy put him in the woods around brancaccio i had guys all over that place zip then i get a call from mannheim west germany they seek him there but that was a fucking joke three of my best guys got busted crossing into switzerland with a kalishnikov in the trunk they seek him here the word came out from the procura a real hot tip hes at a villa at uditore we came as carabinieri and kicked down the door hes gone the curtain flapping just his grandma grandpa this yappy fucking spaniel WHO THE FUCK IS HE CURIANO DELLA FLORESTE we chopped up every living thing in the house fed it through a grinder ILL KILL THEM ALL YOU CUCKOLD MOTHERFUCKER they seek him there couple my guys got jumped at cinisi one that made it swore it was him SO WHY THE FUCK DIDNT HE CLIP HIM THEN i tell you that guy went face first into the acid they seek him here then i got word through my padrino hes with the dea in new york FUCK thats something i never thought not in a million years a man of honor A MAN OF FUCKING HONOR the secrets he got MY SECRETS im gone they seek him there i guess i was easy no curiano me they seek him here and LOOK there he is through the bulletproof glass FINOOK MOTHERFUCKER his hand on the bible swearing to tell the truth the whole truth so help me god Biography Steve Ely is a poet, novelist and short story writer who has been published in a range of zines in print and on the web. He's currently hawking a shitload of stuff around agents and publishers, including his prison thriller San Benito Brother, his kick-ass epic poem 'about America', JerUSAlem, and his poetry collections True Crime and justified.
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