I'm calling this one Scott or Larry or something...

First off, I just want to say that I really like two words: tachidency and lippant. I just do - there ain't no denyin'. You'll probably see lippant a few times in my writing just because I like it so much.

°fl°

Please listen to Santana sometime in the near future and have realizations of mandalas. It is overboard-entertaining.

•››•

So... I figured more poemtries. (*If there is anybody that goes by "The Brink" reading this they are welcome to enjoy. Also, anyone who has or has not in the past been described by the lack thereof of pants.)

Tanquis, capitol of drenched
and twisted

Lee and ford
rock and fork
trail to sky
or distant mountain

Butter knive
moon
ice skate
monogram

There are those with letters on their handkerchiefs
Letters made of mud and sweat
Peaches
Business
Light marker
Entrails

Fluorescent capitals
and lower case - in which case I should respond ever so slightly
shift my weight on balance pan
creased and for the spread
of butter,
lemur,
scott

Minds full of applesauce
Spoonfuls of grease and dirty spoonfuls of grease and applesauce
Cheeseburger
Napkin on the table
Napkin not on the table or in the ketchup or under elbow
Lippant-D
Conference room and cigar smoke
Earthquake

Rattle to the bones of snakes
bones of lemurs
bones of rhino-scott
bones of toadstools
bones of blue bright cornish game
HENS



Criss-cross
Focus and unfocus the eyes
let them code and uncode
suck and unsuck air through the middles

Take cookies and feed them to the hungry air
night rumbling
stomach
way-station

There is a word.
Beyckeine.
It has no meaning, and nobody cares to give it any meaning.

System
Coordination
Sidewalks
Tantric ovation
Slight jingling, curvaceous, sprightly.

Leaking windows under the seas
rivers lakes espionage
care for a cracker, Simon?

If you are breathing, stop for a moment so that your tongue can make love to your palate
Taste leeks
or orange carrots
or beef particles chopped finely
leeks carrots beef
leeks carrots beefs in rollup codes and tortilla wraps applauded by the cars over there

Laughing! Laughing!
Squirting from armpits, counting and scraping more often, more often!
Don't blink an eye if you can help it, sofly sleeping on the lap of the underside

Omit all inconsistiencies from your internal motions.
If one side fits, there are gloves.
The shoe is on the hairs that grow from it's own body - a new organism sprouting from it's own ideals

Lids for cans
and cake pans
and boiling rooms
or swordfish bubble-houses

Lemur Castle Mild-noon Bestiary

Welcome and dismissal 3:75:04:12$

SO I've decided

Tonight is as good a night as any for a list.

Actually, several smaller lists.

List number one is the beautiful list of 15 scientific names of plants, all of which are cool. (*and most of which I have used for herbological things...)

Cicuta douglasii (poison, mainly... but cool... never touched or seen this in the wild)
Betula papyrifera (my favorite of herbal smokes... can you smell Methyl Salicate?)
Juglans nigra (The finest of black tea substitiutes...)
Larrea tridentata (This one is for the Texans out there)
Echinocereus triglochidiatus (so I lie... it's just nice to look at)

Taraxacum officinale (from common pest to powdered beauty)
Plantago lanceolata (kinda funky, but nice... another lawn-impliment)
Quercus alba (warm biscuits, anyone???)
Artemisia nova (quite convinced that this is one of my most calming scents....)
Juniperus communis (well... maybe besides this one)

Rosa alba (teas... but this is not really any fun for the guesser)
Salix babylonica (the old classic... medicine for headaches)
Mentha piperita (this one grows right outside of my front door and makes a beastly cup o' tea)
Allium vineale (this one could be my favorite wild find EVER... excellent with fresh lake trout)
Artemisia absinthium (one word says it all... for all my herbal liquour fans out there... never seen this in the wild.)

Okay....
kudos to those of you who could recognize some of those with the hints (actual awe distributed to those who didn't need the hints!)

Second list - People I don't look like:
(*a hint to the savvy - the second time through read this one out loud as fast as you can... it is MUCH more enjoyable)

Jerry Garcia
Tristan Tzara
Pope John Paul II
Batman (*subject to scrutiny... he DOES wear a mask, people...but I'm going to guess that if you could see my chin poking out of that mask it would be described as more hairy than chiseled)
Don Simon
Pamela Anderson
The Hypnotist on my Phone
Trey Anastasio
Bruce Lee
Tate McLane
Frederic Douglas
Felix Klein
Chili Alice Betchkal
Arun Ram
Karl Marx (although I sorta wish I did)
Joeseph Haydn
Joeseph Stalin
Jack Frost
Whitney Houston (???)
Sean Connery
Steve Molitz
Owen Wilson
The Chick who works at Mother Fool's Coffeehouse
King Louis IV

damn... this isn't quite as much fun as I had previously thought... SO (!) the punchline....



Have a good night, yodel tranqutefier lively.

a normal title

I'm just

•

Icy wind, coils of earthy smoke curl to white

Full moon candied ice glare on the street

Follow along with words written, cast aside in cigarette butts

The first mantra, like the last:

Au-ü Seul Kamm-a
Tat-tet aziz
Osaureh la meh
Nodah kî serht

Blown on smoke and moonbeam, this the fullest of our cycle

Cut right
Smoth white light
Jibber-jabber, mish-mash

Twelve footprints
tracing back ten leagues or more
the day before

Breathe in,
Peaceful.
Breathe in,
filled to the brim with love for another day I've lived
emptied out into the sky above and
RAINED
on pavement
twelve floors below

Grated vent
intricate form of line and swirling mist
soul-kissed

Left and right I'm drawn
not the dark, but dawn
spoken
missed

Opera song like laughter in stair wells

Paint that's flaked off and below greenish swells

Oceans made of dust and orange-blur-air

School of Business, asphalt, smell of hair

Just to breathe
just to make a light
just to re-align things - to update - to MAKE RIGHT

A blade of grass is growing
Pebbles hiss and spit
Full moon, berries, shrubs, small children are all talking
a tangle of monodromes and paleoliths
web for spiders, but no spider wants to sit

Instead dissolve the tender flesh and bone
seeped down to snow-melt
down into the ground
leaping forth ten minutes past
lightning strikes more often than that

•

I am in such a wonderful smooth mood right now... my headache of headaches has receded and I am just a fatigued person at a keyboard.

So, before I rest I just wanted to comment on that free-poetry that just occured above. It's a picture of one of my favorite places on the Madison Campus... I'll let you guess where it is.

One more thing. I want everybody who reads this to sit down and think of something you REALLY love... a person, a place, a feeling... and thank whatever that thing is for touching you in such an important way. It is really almost the most relieving thing I could possibly think of.

•¶•

** talisman (the happiest day)

I woke up, I touched my ears. I took in the air, I took in the light - I adjusted and I bent and welded myself more completely to my own mental frame.

I drove to my house in the sky. I pulled up the shades and buckled my overalls and surfed the web for more time than there has been since the creation of the universe.

I took water and my throat slowly melted back open... fizzle and pop... atmosphere.
Nothing is better than this.

It doesn't get any wiser or smarter or more beautiful or happy or more polished or real or perfect. It's a broken mirror, ice cream and several minutes after midnight - breathing exaust fumes on Lake St. in downtown Eau Claire.

It's breathing out and letting the wet fibres of your spirit airate themselves properly for the first time in months. It's plunging through all the clouds on the sunset to raft high above all the blinking mechanical notions of all of our human friends.

TURNING OFF TV'S. BREAKING FINGERNAILS. NEVER SEEING ANOTHER JAR OF "MIRACLEWHIP" AGAIN.

I woke up and my eyes unglued themselves. Canyon walls echo just a stone skipping down the path. I took in the air and murmured softly about wings or crumpled paper rolling across the road tommorrow. I liked the white light glowing and I liked the smells on the air. I turned swiches and punched buttons and dials dials dials.

There are categories that I have always avoided. I walked past them, I dreamt them with deep-heart-shudders. Mostly.
So now I just hug everything I can whenever I can and that is all there is to it. If there was a word for what I saw before I had seen it would be "preview". If there was a word for cat's cradle making love to a spider's web it would be "happy".

The shape of the lights I see... the shapes cut / co-mingle with my mind together.
That is the happiest day

of my life.



hahahahahaahahahah
let it ring..............................................................^.

bpoink ..^&

Noodler, wrap... tenfoldcap

bisque and plastic
mud and tart
polled and plundered
wranglous gnart

Eleven-thirty
Jesus Phish
Mainly Calling
Tonal Wish

best to blesséd
overdose
formulaic... empassioned...

toast]]..]

Liason
toadstool
betweener
vial
twenty
mind-thark

weaving wistful eyelash soup
nevermore and kindly
millstone and kindly-whelk

millstone whelk kindly and simply
simply put to death
eaer-eye-face-horn-machine
lively anectode
breathing plugged up and fussy

Nordic wombat
green disease
lyposuction, lefse, breeze

porridge portage
pouring poke
sliding sliver
silver soke
Lindberg ARRIVAL
Lindberg De-tuning oaf and oak
lake leaf line large lozenge

Yodel and redefine
several to the dime

Tickled and torn
erasure
complacent
hill dweller
road splitter
down to china halfpike
down to pine smell dime
well thought out phrase

to warble on the hindsight of the afternoo nmo rninge vening.
calculated.

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hatstand
rain
millstone beaker-clean
clan clad cloth

med med med med med
house
med liver sanction house
marvel sweetness cheese lippage
horvald wiseness
brain disease
wheelr tack yard beer vein lastage
thought penis telephone makeshift ullay took manage tone I torvald yet popleff unlook Okawert Teneure

theme
varience
totalitarian
vice
clan
spend
rice
horrible

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href, queen lord duke corona of summage

twelve rings bleak forked beard
bite summon crease believe
boil tense light relieve

The Wildest Dreams of Human Beings
tack tack tack tack tack tack tack
tea room
benign

Ligaments and Tensions that have been re-aligned

Sooooo....

I am very much enamoured with my beloved "hypnotist phone". It's a wonderful handmade creation that sits on my desk - snuggling right up against the finest of fine computers. (Complexoid-B) Really, the hypnotist phone was an old UW economics dept. rotary phone that they were pitching. It's bona-fide department phone, not just some random rotary... the sticker on the front says "For All Emergencies DIAL 9-911". As I am a fluent user of rotary phones, I worked my skills of elusivity to pick it off before they threw it away or sold it or whatever, and now my happiness can be approximated by the concept of ∞. (pretty much)

The phone is a hypnotist phone because it has my good friend Mr. Karl P. Hypnotist glued to the center of the rotary dial (he even comes with crazy green hypnotist spirals) so that when I call someone he just sort of merrily spins around and induces some sort of hypnotic state in me. I'll admit, if I sound strange after calling you on the telephone, that is probably why.

Yes.

Today I'm going to also use my "Davyd's AMAZING AND WONDERFUL WRITING TIME CAPSULE OF DOOM" for your instantaneous enjoyment.

Today the TIME CAPSULE OF DOOM happened to spit out this choice mechanism:

Live From the Third-Tome/Journal - 2/19/04

A group of birds that could not fly
were known as archeopterai.

Aloof upon their leafy perch
something quite a lot like birch

But with more scales and spores and shoots
and not much more than one tap root.

A ferny lot, above the brine
that soon would learn to change through time

and bubble up as blackened stuff,
to mix with air and then to puff

and leap and crackle up in smoke
to heat our houses - it's no joke

that feathers once and ferny palms
now power furnace - warm and calm

within the center built wherein
for those no more than manakins

or crippled actors one by one
like tree leaves soaked in brilliant sun

and sudden flashes when clouds pass
a dreamlike phrase so long would last

as tails and feathers flutter by
and flightless birds defeat the sky.

*•§•*

Yeah, I don't do much rhyming. This one happened to turn out as a graceful (and complete) loop of images so I found it particularly satisfying.

LEMUR!

The MUSHIEST Valentine's Day Post EVER.

Lordy, be! It's February 14th, the DAY OF LISTS!

Definitions:

Melhousin = twelve degrees above the equator
Grapes = flesh and meat compressed into dainty little houses
Lemniscate = is a polar curve whose most common form is the locus of points the product of whose distances from two fixed points
Skraler = *not defined*
Scolos = my favorite variety of non-existance




Uh, 100 small things... go!

pickles
small dogs
rice cakes
crumbles of rice cakes
the color green-blue (not blue-green, that is wrong.)
my telephone hypnotist
bottlecaps
sugar
lights reflected in my window
the volume of a spaceship under the water
hats (for snakes)
topping charts
mice-skates

Uracil
rose petals, finely ground and stored in Adenosine-5'-triphosphate bottles
Tim Roche
small dogs
fire hydrants
a 64th note
cash
water, when stepped upon...
...water when not stepped upon
piping
a sweet gaucho
nachos passed through a sonic defibrillator
electons with smilie faces painted on them
Scolos
lint
Something About Pirate's fanbase
ƒ, is ƒ=1.0x10^-6

Nazi Germany twelve years ago
lougen moustache
breathing
small dogs
feather parts
my plants, yes, all of them
the length of time it takes to melt Herbocores
$1.72
Sunday afternoon
The hight of a lemniscate if alpha is less than one
your house's floor space relative to the surface area of the moon
barks
bites

small dogs
smoke
the distance from my eyeball to my pituitary gland
the distance from New Jersey to the center of the earth
the distance from the nearest weasel to your jugular vein
Adam Smith's left leg (Yes, the one who wrote that book.)
the dot on the three-hundred and thirty fourth page of my Calculus text
noodles, after being ruthlessly attacked by an attack hammer
plaster
earwigs
a Brain Leech that took $10 from him every turn
Mr. T's tolerance level for jibba-jabba
the absorbancy of pure, distilled water
licorice in hydrophosporic acid

the amount of time you would live after ingesting a spoonful of cicutol
tabula rasa (don't even call me on this one - I'll win.)
the average rainfall in Winnipeg, Canada over the course of one year
the average rainfall on Io, the moon of Jupiter, over the course of twenty-eight years
the length of Marty-lemur's tail rings, beginning at the third to last ring

a space bar
the amount of bars actually in outer space
the time needed for a group of six tasmanian devils to reduce a road-killed wombat into a small collection of skin and flesh
(....oh, wait)
one over the noise that the partiers manage to make at 3:00 in the morning whenever Joe is gone for the weekend
the amount of noise from my guitar needed to make the 705 pound up on my floor at 11:03 PM
Kooklos
the average IQ of anyone willing to purchase a ticket to a Good Charlotte show
magic, when used properly (!!!!)
The amount of time I can go without picking my nose
geometric sequences

pens?
the mass of the earth's hologram
the smell of a hamburger
small dogs
napkins
small dogs
earmuffs
the angle of incedence for the RED BARON'S AIRCRAFT
coolness points awarded for use of "leet speak" (generally neglegable)
uvulai
squid's love for each other
squid's inability to ruthlessly capture and destroy their prey rapidly and effectively (my bad, redundant)
SCOOTER the WONDER BOWEL!
the diameter of one of Trey Anastasio's high-E strings
milk in a seive
milk not in a seive, but happily laughing and playing with it's friends
The Limit Comparison Test (and his dogs)
The number of people who didn't go and dig up their treasure last saturday because it magically appeared for three hours (WHAT!?!? YOU DIDN'T!?!!?!)

The overall quality of scotch and potato chips when mixed together and left to sit for several hours

The marginal benefit of eating that next Cheezit
The number of words I can pronounce in Icelandic
My overall appreciaton of the combination of the words "zit" and "cheese" to produce the name of a fine food product
The approximate number of times I have spelled "pie" incorrectly in my lifetime (look, I can't remember when I was little.) 90

Corn Flakes
Evan Mowry's crunchiness factor
colonoscopy
the careful blending of spices and fruit to create that miasma you are wafting
the length of a bluegrass song (in minutes) divided by the number of individual notes played in said song
not the amount of time needed to think of 100 small things
my turtle friends (Marly and Carly)
the inverse of my love for gumdrops
the coefficient of kinetic friction for air (at v=5 m/s)

this feeling right...

....now. (Yes, small, but oh-so-sweet.)

That is so mushy I am going to soil myself! Holy crap!

•¶•

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So, today, a little self portrait for everybody. I'm liking this whole photoshop thing. It makes my brain twisted and misty with superior flowing entities of joy. So, I said, "*agj ##34 a®Å kln."




I haven't quite decided if I'm a true Dadist. I don't believe so because I show too much intrest in art... I'd have to disregard it and claim that art shouldn't exist. I guess I cherish art and creativity too much to do that. However, I am also very keen on the Dadaist principles of random thought and imagery tied together into Sense and Nonsense simultaneously.

I've said I'm a Surrealist, too... if that is what it boils down to, I suppose it's a shame and a blessing. Surrealists, of course have a strong stigma tied to them - one of insanity and gaudiness. Who knows? Perhaps I share a little madness. I just feel somewhat removed from the Surrealists because they seemed to do things completely removed from emotion at times and my work, at least most of the time, wells from emotion that is very much tied to my roots of creativity.

SO... one could say that I'm at a half and half point... and impass. (If you sum up all the trajectories from my Abstract Expressionisht and Cartoon styles it's nearly un-sortable) So I leave it at that.

•*§*•

I have been enjoying the strange as of late.

Of course, I've ALWAYS been strange and liked strange things but I feel now more than ever I have heightened my appreciation for the happenings of our universe. My mind slightly smeared under the thumb of fatigue and mental-induced feedback, I'm always just able to push myself into a mode of half-logical thought. It's a little unnerving... imputs don't add up to the outputs and it's almost like bypassing the voluntary systems of the body alltogether. Of course, with practice this loss of control changes to a sort of steered mayhem... the method of prescision awareness that I seek.

So... I like the flickering fluorescent lights paired with slighly flowing drinking fountain... ...the psychedelic jazz and sound music that feeds from the same raw tap of involuntary emotion. Something so utterly natural and yet eerily other-worldly is both a pleasure and a burden to behold.

•§•

It has come time for my naming and the naming of this expression. We are already familiar with Byran, sage and guiding spirit, ink-drawer and heart's-friend... a pseudonym for my own creativity. Then, as a more formal usage, Simon Piler... life abundant to speak the lips and eyes of my music and poetry.

But it is henceforth to be known that I am also to be called Jeffe, wise and comfortable, the warmth and melding spirits of good company.

And so go out to your worlds, go out to the worlds you touch each day and recombine yourself. Find out your names and report back at a later time.

Buried under yellow pages so paper to find that in all these equations is sweet sunny dew-light and mornings in bed

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Originally uploaded by betchkal.

Hundred count leaps and ponders on,
Cut for methods industry and on,
Overdosed on metal we walk on,
When you look and see behind the rosy dawn.

Don't ask me that,
Don't ask me why.

I said, carry... wait.
Blesséd... hate,
torsion wrenched limb and bone alike
don't smoke to live, don't live to write.

when I, the uttered moonbeams care to speak,
mostly meanger,
wicked,
weak.

Don't spy like that. Don't spy.
You've got your methods that you can try,
torsion wrenched limb and bone alike
don't smoke to live, don't live to write.

Maybel Taintress went down to 5 and dime,
cut and bleeding,
crying,
listless,
dry.
We've said, "That's not right,"
"That's crooked, wicked, west."
"That's all I care to know - finite strong and pressed."

Don't atomize this. Don't atomize.
Open lids, lips and realize,
dusk IS dawn wreathed in ash and smoke,
blended to the chimney,
written into jokes,

bled hat
hot hut
mild peach
cold touch

I'll say one more thing:
don't blink, begun,
hapless tweaked and merrily,
the fun has just begun.
Sunlight, sunless, surrender, west.

•§•

Ooh, that joke was REALLY funny. Sometimes my eyes water when I read that one, but it isn't crying because I'm happy.

•§•

Skillet man caress the fire
he's got a pocket of wishes - won't take him far.
dance in the flames, boy,
not so meek,
he's got FEET for BRAINS
and BRAINS for FEET.

Byran, sage of the Jingle Jungle

Bind here wraith
send twelve back-black
temper earth
tempered bite
nine never severed sheik
when when whey
torrent piety dark
snake twelve history
mile twenty fifteen
pile bean-pole silence
erudite plenty westward
the coaxing bleak
twelve white sheik
the image mirrored and too bleak
motor bent, revolving, speak...

...twisted melody
bleeding nodal tensions
steel and honeybees
toady, toasty went
lumped with candybars
bite and camel's hump
hair tied back
ebony and rice
sweltered East Timoor
crumpled west Châlet
telephone
beaker plastic wrench
tension and whimpering people huddled:

No more logic or algorithims than can be dissolved in twenty teardrops
or a bowl of jello
history pause distort
milestone marker
beween gentleman yardstick
mater-hold and wake

•§•

Yeah, I enjoy that.

Really I have a mode of confusion in my general feeling as of late. However, I also have been relieving some of that cloudiness by practicing the Sharpened Eye.

So.... I ran on up Bascom Hill. It was pretty cold and so I smoked a little herbal birch cigarette. Then I went over to a system of bushes that were very black and barren looking. Behind them was the illuminated brownstone North Hall. I just practiced focusing and unfocusing my eyes... slowly moving them around watching the branches flash.

After a while I just wanted to see the brownstone... I slowly pushed through the branches with my eyes and began to pull the light spots through the branches. The entire system of bushes began to spherize forming a sort of tunnel around my vision. It seemed like my periferal vison had been blurred for a moment. So.... that was pretty cool.

I had been feeling pretty crummy, so I decided to lay in some snow covered bushes near the entrance to the law library. The sky was purple and my legs got VERY cold after a while. So I looked up at the sky and why the sparkling flakes of snow fall down from the oak trees above me and fall on my eyes. After a while I realized that some people might walk by and be concerned so I jumped out of the bushes and ran back to chadbourne.

I felt better so I got a chai and talked to some people about things that are unconsequential to the purpose of this narrative.

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