20 ottobre 2022, h. 17, Filippo Tuena, La voce della Sibilla (Il Saggiatore): presentazione a Roma, con l’autore e Carmen Gallo, Umberto Rossi, e il coordinamento di Riccardo Capoferro. Alla Sapienza, Edificio Marco Polo, Aula 109, Circonvallazione Tiburtina 4.
Burbling doffed Feedlot Basketball For the Doomsday Baffle of the Double Floss bed foibles Breakfast defiance of Burstnorm Angstrom barbed garbled fence gruel weeping Equine rewind Elk Wintry mix teal Edible Rorschach yurt Rut Tornado umpire Turtle Yes, Umpteen yarrow loosely unbelievable Openness indelible Pinch oil spilling Patch Our Parched punch inedible Sun Out Until Lunch By the Lurch of Trust yet Rattling Trunk tEaching them the Trouble
wavering Quench Wilding the Load humiliation jumps the Ladder Humidity in Quaver Hunch & Wrench aluminum siding grunts elation differs in fur and Fire so Deep deep without an Ocean Dawn of another Raw Day
Dabbles Abrasion double fungus carpet sodden corpus diction siphoned Corpuscle watering the Closet Emptier signifieds creeping Red Emptiness very to very Vocable selection it is it & it by the time both Toes Yearning yearns the night night Yearning Light uNder No DawN
Nor fabricated organelle optical piñata arribada Orotund amoeba
Thimble Hammers Free Blackjack Very episteme Essene green like a pool table green like a cow pasture Rigged, a rigged game germane mane and germs & germs Germs
Dim Foghorns of the Tigers growing Growling wild and Glowing
Dimestore tygers howling Lunes widely flowing frog Thorns of the Hand are Worth two in the birdlime
Since there is Greased celestial verse documented as verse Dogs fly Dogs Fly like pigs variously ungrounded deep in the Face of verity deep in the Face Of Common Sense & Causality Very pig of the dogs To Face-Off against The Real
Real Thoughts are Real / The True Real / The Real Book —- The time it took —- to become And be a book
WARM REGARDS Poems written in December 2020 Jim Leftwich
serried are the distant trees.
the list goes on and on and
on, on and on. this morning
i am thanking everyone for
last night. the matchbook
totem opens spaces sparkling
to the end. this is our next
chance. we are eligible to
be legible, but never again.
never a hat at that, not ever.
during who minus back home
in which the blemish of hubris
was strewn like a beacon
across the lawns of a small
town soup / have to become
an entrance into our own set
of unauthored circumstances.
right now a portal into the
sea elsewhere no future
that anyone can work with.
1.cerebral plastids once wept [starchy/thin[e] cortex] broken,
membranous, firmament: trigonometries full of clouds above heads
barometric flux, spun rivets before air
2. eternity bivouacking solitude fortuitous yellows on nicotine
thumbs : re: they fancied conspirators in the [d]rains, conjured
[e]motion in glass, magazines, endothermic bodies elastic ion
bombardment re: dirty square, angling submonolayers [in film languages
disperse across grain–]
3.surfacing by strain in silicide re: kinetics, they stared at a blank
wall and found their eyes trailed vein-work of peeling paint: re:
osmosis–they found water concentrated in the middles of their palms]
all surfaces diffused.