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Welcome to _volutions

by The Editors February, 2007 | ?: Issue 2 | No Comments

Soundtrack: Pop your digital cheeriness with John Ribó/Kapow! Music’s well-trimmed tracks, tuned to the tuna fish of outer space.

Now we have floated down the easy river of PBR, and the year is the year of the Cross-Dressing Wombat, or 2007, and we are not sure what we are going to …

Ambient: Music for Videogames

by John Ribo February, 2007 | ?: Issue 2, music | No Comments

click the blue button to play, or the song name to download

Five Finger Discount
I Miss You Already
Irun-Paris
Lost in Translation
Surfear
Water Taxi 2007

to the letter

by gringocarioca February, 2007 | ?: Issue 2, concrete poetry | No Comments

To the Letter: Concrete poem by Marco de Oliveira (gringocarioca)

Cow Caos

by Amy Bueno February, 2007 | ?: Issue 2, poetics | 9 Comments

For
my love, Joaquín, on his birthday
At the bazaar las vacas se venden.
It’s not that they are sold, for they sell
themselves.  Una doncella canta
las virtudes of her calico:  My hide
is a sky, un cielo de vacas!  Su papá

poiesis

by gringocarioca January, 2007 | ?: Issue 2, concrete poetry, visual | No Comments

poetry is a way with words/the poem is … with words/ ………………./ the poet is away with words/ !?

everything in it’s right place [OCD, or todo en su sitio}

by eduardo ramos January, 2007 | ?: Issue 2, concrete poetry, graphic | 2 Comments


Traduccion translation of Radiohead, Everything in its Right Place, del album Kid A. Todo en su sitio esta en su sitio…

Francesco De Angelis’s / [Poetics Post Mortem]

by Neal Cassady January, 2007 | ?: Issue 2, poetics, visual | No Comments

11:9
ALL’UNA——ANU’LLA
HEAR, LIES, TRUTH, HERE
THEIR, TRUTH, LIES, THERE
As all falls toward the center of the circle
Life meets with quiet hands the center
Centrifuged circumlocution fires the synapse
Carcere, o’ carcere, my dear petty countrymen.
O

Selected Poems from…

by Neal Cassady January, 2007 | ?: Issue 2, poetics, visual | No Comments

Ŧwilight
The Twilight of Infinity has loomed;
Candle Bearers shed their Images
on the Lasting Frame.
Ŧ
The Twilight of the Absolute has eclipsed;
Iron Workers forge a new Abyss
on the Lasting Sham.
Ŧ
The Twilight of Misery has frowned;

3 numbered poems

by Rafael Galiñanes January, 2007 | ?: Issue 2, poetics | 10 Comments

2
Desnudo el nudo de mi nave cuando me estoy bañando de nada.
Yo estoy dudo, desnudo y destornudo el baño donde mi vena anda.
El jampú es mis jojos en jagua como las jiguanas de tus jojos.
Pasado mañana, me compro una ardilla y le pongo en la

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