December 2011
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Kaffe in Katmandu Says Goodbye
It’s been a psychedelic ride with you guys, thank you for all the fun and the faces and so much dada during 2011, but after one year and infinite degrees of freedom, 946 posts written by 120 creative members, more than 36,000 visitors, 532 followers on tumblr and over 1000 on Twitter, the Kaffe in Katmandu says dada & good-bye & closes its doors high above the clouds. We’ll...
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The Story, So Far: Marcus Speh
«I’m an online writer. Apart from a few print publications, I can only be read online. Sometimes I feel “online” is like a birth mark: can’t get rid of it. Goes with you everywhere. Obscurely related to your gene pool. Not pretty perhaps but, in the right light, one might take it for a giant tick or for a smudge.
Of course “online” is not a smudge. It’s the dog’s bollocks, the bee’s...
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DOGZPLOT FLASH FICTION
The new DOGZPLOT is full of holy flash
THUMBLING by marcus speh
ONE WAY TO RIO by kevin o’cuinn
SOMETIMES I THINK A RELATIONSHIP BASED ON DAILY TEXTS IS POSSIBLE by elizabeth ellen
THE POINT OF THE BOTTLE by caroline kepnes
WEST KILL by adam moorad
MARION COOK DOESN’T PURCHASE SNACKER by lohel hochberg
MICE by carol deminski
DOGZPLOT is edited by barry graham and...
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vaya «letras caseras»
«Bring us your fiction, poems, photos, films, works of art, and musings. Above all else be yourself, be honest.»
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Captcha Poetry by Chris Galvin
Eretorua
by Chris Galvin Eretorua –somewhere in the land of the Māori where I arrive with plans to birdel for a few days I wander into the primal forest and azaib the Osirko trees ’round me vimble maddeningly Deeper into the woods I swashay I do not fear these m3nasing trees I carry a cloubb and I stride along the path small cr8tres snarkle under my footfalls I do not fear the wrsemelat...
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Was Gertrude Stein a Collaborator?
Gertrude Stein © by Carl Van Vechten 1934, Courtesy of Marquette University, Raynor Memorial Libraries
lareviewofbooks:
RENATE STENDHAL on Gertrude Stein’s latest revival and the enduring questions about her wartime years.
Seeing Gertrude Stein: Five Stories Contemporary Jewish Museum May 12 - September 6, 2011 The Steins Collect: Matisse, Picasso and the Parisian Avant-Garde SFMOMA ...
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Dirt
DIRT by R E FORD
Diamonds in rough times withstanding the crude men in tumultous suburban and city lifestyles, girls hanging low in bars feeding off of cruel jokes, hopefully America manifests the broken; the ones ascending to utopian like futures.
Sexual misfortune, casual, gripping at its best, she stood drenched, fondling and gone for her life was easy with grace and intelligence.
There is...
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a weekend of literary hypertext
Hypertext pioneer Ted Nelson attended for a first-hand look at Tinderbox as a hypertext system. Nelson is a well-known avid note-taker, who was never without a tape-recorder, pen, and paper, and he had several interesting contributions and ideas for future iterations of Tinderbox. Nelson also honored attendees with a demo of both ZigZag and Xanadu interface implementations.
(read on)
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Pixel Flake: The coded feather in the glass →
The coded feather in the glass
Amulets of sapphire Those pretty glow worms of the fragrant tree ceremony That twinkling array Under the moon Starlit graphite sailing on the drifting canal It simply softens for the migrant workers Their arms reach up towards the high bridge Casting their own shadows on the cherry grates Breaking the news to the fanciful coalition I am a reader of thoughts Salient...
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NO MAN'S LAND
the finest new german prose and poetry:
no man’s land # 6 Winter 2011 (english) — and lauter niemand (german)
Photo: still from Roberto Rossellini’s Germany Year Zero (1945) (via Sam Rasnake)
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altlitgossip:
action, figure
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SMASHING MY HEAD
SMASHING MY HEAD by Tim Young
I’m thinking of smashing my head
Up against a wall
I’m thinking of the hurt and pain
And it’s damn easy ‘cause thinking don’t
Require action
No action like moving limbs or
Lifting the body into
Strenuous positions
Only mental activity
Mental in my mind
Blowing like wind in the chimes
But don’t be deceived
Because it’s not a pretty song
Hiding its face like the...
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Calle Principe, 25
rabbit-light:
Without warning we lose the vastness of the fields singular enigmas the clarity we swear we’ll preserve but it takes us years to forget someone who merely looked at us José Tolentino Mendonça
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BLACKROCK by lucien quincy senna
BLACKROCK
Always say you hunger for me then maybe it will be true Puss in Boots as you strut the saddest tale by the Liffey its iron lacing. I can only make this walk with you so far huffing thrusting like a crowd at the hastening the longest walk. Wait for me pale blue child meet me at the edges make me peril of your hush heavy hands a farmer’s boy fond of my obscenities waves of unknown...
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Reverse by Susan Tepper
REVERSE
All night the fan spun riotous while I lay down in low gear sleeping through the worst parts —it was a film in reverse cats screeched on the fence the one lone owl came alive at some hour —if only to let me
© Susan Tepper
Picture: Pablo Picasso, Akrobat (1930).
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If Only I Were a Kitten by Darryl Price
If Only I Were a Kitten
Some famous singer would write A song about my broken face And beg on my behalf for a New set of whiskers, some warm bed. I haven’t tasted any milk In so long I can’t even think What it should feel like going down. Sometimes I dream of owning my Very own water fountain. I Could fill up everybody’s cups All day long for free. Nobody Could say a...