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...
Dec 31st
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Dec 30th
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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...
Dec 29th
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Dec 28th
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Dec 25th
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Dec 24th
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Dec 23rd
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Listen Source: “FOX” by Marcus Speh...
Dec 22nd
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Dec 22nd
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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...
Dec 22nd
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Dec 21st
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Dec 21st
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Dec 21st
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ListenMarc Vincenz reads Unfathomable Mammals for Kaffe...
Dec 21st
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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.»
Dec 21st
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Listen ann bogle, kaffe member, writer & editor at...
Dec 20th
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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...
Dec 20th
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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 ...
Dec 20th
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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...
Dec 20th
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Dec 19th
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Dec 19th
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Dec 19th
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Dec 19th
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Listen                                           Fümms...
Dec 19th
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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)
Dec 18th
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Dec 18th
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Dec 18th
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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...
Dec 17th
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Listen Lawn Clippings by Matthew J Robinson @kill...
Dec 17th
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Dec 17th
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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)
Dec 16th
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Dec 16th
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Dec 16th
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WatchWatch
altlitgossip: action, figure
Dec 15th
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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...
Dec 15th
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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
Dec 14th
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Dec 14th
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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...
Dec 14th
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Dec 14th
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Dec 13th
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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).
Dec 12th
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Dec 11th
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Dec 11th
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Dec 10th
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Dec 10th
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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...
Dec 9th
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