Ye Olde Chatboard

[neil]

it is odd i'll warrant,
but even when i'm the onliest
one here i do miss the chatboard.

actually that does make sense,
it just not the normal
sense.

BIG LOVE.
neil.

[anothaplanetbrotha]

was never one to chat
but I overstand the logic under yo hat
I 2 miss the camaraderie
that was shared thru our poetry

[neil]

awwww, maaaaaannn .....
i would have jumped on this, but had some health troubles.
better now.

SO GOOD TO HEAR FROM YOU.
throw something up in the writtens forum,
it's still a free country.


Brotha neil.

[upfromsumdirt]

Neil is our official 'ghost in the machine'... hope you're doing well man. i miss the chat feature too. proboards did some janky shit and changed up so much of the site. i've been mostly hiding out on tumblr but i'm not too talkative on it... if you do facebook i might can start a Projx page for us to Voltron over. email me at upfromsumdirt@gmail if interested because it might be months before i scramble back through this way again....

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"Geepers, Wally" exclaimed Th' Beeve.
aw shucks.
missed you by THAT much [ghostdawg holds up hand, thumb and index finger 0.122" apart].
BIG LOVE
OUT TO THE WHOEVERS
DRIFTERS
HOMELESS
LURKERS
DERELICTS
NON COMBATANTS
VETERANS
THE GIFTED
THE OR.DI.NARY
HITHER
YON
NOW
THEN
THEM
US
WE
ME
YOU
I DON'T KNOW
OR EVEN HAVE TO
SO NO WEIGHT ACCUMULATES ON MY AGED SHOULDERS
NOSE TO THE GRINDSTONE
FACE TO THE rising sun
son please remember the soft sweet December
nights embracing our frailty
fault lines drawn in the sand
wands for wishing that hero's were real not
something that happens without warning
no time to slip into the comfy disguise
you and my face hanging out a mic in my right hand
all these people waiting their breath baited with promises
i made as a younger man not yet able to gauge the implications
one upon twelve upon decades in passing
still there is Medgar looking out from some borrowed eyes
surprised again by the lack of recognition
stomach twisted in stitches from having no got some
all the ample have trampled one another's
circular path
ring around the May pole
three sacks full of cotton
broke hearts minds and backs
back then the thought was ongoing
future tense senses the limits of logic
inherited bigotry insensate rigmarole
him a cigarette use newsprint for papers
front page demonstrable shot at dawn
honestly
honesty
please please please tell the what is
for once that newness might kill us
blisters ooze inside her shoes
them too big to fit
belonged to sumbody
deposited by night in an unattended sentry box
price of appeasement for one uncomfortable conscience
be glad that you have them
be glad that we got one
threadbare but functional
fish in a straw hat
cane pole
cheap wine cork bobber
six feet of uncle Ruell's best line
time again
time is thin
so
Breathe ...


He said i wz th ghost.
ghost n th macheen.
BUST I MUST
shake the dust
from the rafters
and thank My LORD
for the lonesome
still open
so
i
can be honest.
just that.
honest.

5.12.15

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[anothaplanetbrotha]

that was AWESOME....I will resolve to hitch a ride thru des here dusty roads whenever I spy the jagged outline of the projex.....you are like an ancient griot who keeps the legacy of times pass in the forefront....you are not alone.

[neil]

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[Ex Tempore widda love attcha]

so the OyiboGRIOT was rolling on the hot hard and dusty
trust rust plus found object exasperation stood on the brakes
hit the horn drained the barely battery battening down the hatches
hold low on a spotlight thirteen thirsty days later a brother left
footprints - both shoes - so that GRIOT knows he not alone flown
just an arrow in the air pitching stolen pennies wearing out knee
patches ink wells wavy as crosseyed mirages moaning grown intonations
hopscotch from long to short vowels we Djibouti citizens bear the furnace
thinking about bear cubs in their nappy hibernation regimens wound
among the fragrant inquisition of an oak's roots look the same as baobabs
bigger than Nigerian termites finger fat delicacies the local's esunsun
Oyibo got one stuck in gritty teeth no matter lasts longer on a dreary road
out through the ether searching bowl and spoon for that nectar of Togo
slow enough to memorize our oral artistic history resplendent with suffering
as is not Narragansett succotash so skilfully shared with benighted Europeans
blunder their way through an accommodating genocide - their father's made pemmican
from our mother's memory schooled as it was in stream beds cliff faces and moss
breathing foxfire frightened the pale uninvited - sorrowful weighted with manifests
and a destiny contested by thusdays - nameless were not equal to the fractious
masses - forgot pardon we get all the best nature in the name of an unnatural
culture conditioned to Nubian eunuchs profuse with rendered air conditioning -
you don't need this swamp - that sacred mound blocking our view unheard of such
disregard for the conventions of civilized golf clubs - so sonorous the syllabic
syllabus - pay attention - we came all this way brought preconceptions shoulder to jowel -
holds leaking seawater stains along foxed manuscript edges dented with intentional
illumination shining a fool's gold imported gloaming



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[neil]

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[more Ex Tempore OyibaGRIOT]

One Y chromosome adamantine tenacious unapologetic
granite ribs cage fossil lungs the far flung evidence
"hmmmm" was the hum thrumming through beetle wings
iridescent recrudescence irascible intangibles tangent
to ultramarine amino acids scabrous quotes Fela felt
necessary left vital largely intact in an amber aspic
ridiculous bait and switch crickets insinuate shell game
theory has if our hazmat protocols were old school off hand
hand-me-down wharf rats in beaver hats herald haberdashery
rashes - rubbish rubbed skin on blackened salmon - summons
proffered with a predilection for mismanagement
sotto voce old man river
we the bottoms where blues is the color of bloodshot eyes
singing reprises spun of that sting coming every morning
crying every child to sleep
breathe deep each
step is the last
of the walk to that point



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[neil]

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Big Waves & Love to anothaplanetbrotha
as if you
didn't
know
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[anothaplanetbrotha]

Mr. Neil....you be blowing some cacophonous howlings like a volcano spewing intellectual musings camouflaged by the keening wah-wahing of James Blood Ulmer's humanoid guitar.....all I could do was ride the undulating waves of abstractions you were throwing like paint balls connecting the dots on a blank Picasso canvas. You be flow'n!

[neil]

I love you too.
Nothing perks up my writer than flavorful props.
If I wasn't so blooming wasted I would tear one off rat nah.
You are on my Priorities List for tomorrow.
Much appreciation.
Neil da bear what spits.

[neil]

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THIS IS OLD, BUT IT'S BETTER THAN NUFFIN ...




future millennium homesick blues*

fifteen years old
man, this can't be right
how can life stink so bad
when you're smack in the middle
of the Golden Age
what a joke
dumpster full of junk
Second Renaissance my butt
clueless dinks got
the master genome copyrighted
right
go to Mars
frozen heads in lead-lined jars
waiting on the inevitable
big greasy gooey yawn
grab a lawn chair
n wait in awe for the dawn
of the New Man
just another slack-eyed spectator
watching a loaded and looped feed
labelled P.T. de Chardin
everybody's happy in the
sissy ci-ci-city
with their dilated pupils
and somnolent teachers
tossing out flash-fried official religion
pain? what is that?
the homeys here get hives
at the thought of discomfort
or having to wait
more than 15 nanoseconds
for whatever is wanted
right right now
oh yeah yeah yeah
gone as far as we can go
as high as we can fly
no wonders
no questions
no challenges
no reason
coz it don't make sense
to rock the ship of state
in the Golden Age



*with apologies to Bob Dylan


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i blurt on the floor [3:13 EST]

yelling in a yellow bucket about the business of getting the SPIT up
since a radical left her bib in the trunk and got all chunky on the mic
not suspecting that we may have left the club mop outside overnight
twinkly specks on its 3am frozen head from the 20 below and ambient breezes
sneezed ketchup and mustard gusts up to several miles per ours or theirs
depending on circumferential navigation vectors all happily packed and stacked
as cord wood or chords would when struck as timed timpani or serendipitous tacks
in terms of either arithmetic means or that other function on my calculator button
tactically relevant in terms of intellectual camouflage bend over and cough sputter
too much choke left the spark plugs gasping their anodes and cathodes spastic fritters
home grown fiction leads to itchin' in the kitchen scratchin' some leftover dumplings
in dire need of penicillin on the spike right or left handed name branded date stamped
best used before you lose the plot get the hots for lackluster ingenues blued by lack of O²
gene pool swizzle stick shocked like Mendelssohn's pea pods Felix felt it ahead of his
times are twice told in remembering thrice wound around the weft of time and the woof of space
is at a premium without being demeaning we here in the U.S. have bathrooms big enough for four
Filipino families in an aggravated aggregate impassive in posture since that status quo
transmits on a frequency below a minimum perceived as necessary for health and it is so
suddenly confluent with normal limbic hums thus their apogee makes our perigee nervous
nettles dendrites pesticides specific for grub mold or dirty bombs that sneak past
giggling effervescence down one to the two count up five thin dimes knuckled over
abandoned again out on the wild blue reservation waiting for the enabling
of legalized gambling

[4:01EST]

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[neil]

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a fellow poster one said when encouraged

THANKS FOR
WATCHING
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[anothaplanetbrotha]

I like those very much....know you this....somebody's watching you...in awe....an audience of one attentive reader...is far better than a room full of uninterested onlookers.....here's one for you.....picked up a cd entitled, "The Epic," by Kamasi Washington.....excellent jazz rendering.



The Epic: Awakening

Stood on top of Lookout Mountain
Awestruck by the meteoric light show
That peppered the cloudless sky
Watched as time appeared to come to a standstill
Meteors suspended midstream as the cosmos quivered
Under the enormity of what was transpiring at this moment in time
The atmosphere was charged with the fractured sound
Of an ancient saxophone blaring across the Universe
The Moon seemed to blink…and the World went dark
Only to be ripped apart by a brilliant flash of light
That momentarily blinded anyone third-eye blessed enough
To be chosen as a Witness to this Epic Awakening
It was the changing of the old guard… as a Spectral voice
Whispered seven prayers that preceded the Message
One each for those called the Magnificent 7
They who were anointed to deliver Malcolm’s Theme
As it was written by the One known as Kamasi
It was the new dawn, the new day as heralded by
The High Priestess – Nina of Simone
In the Songbook of Life
Where the Rhythm Changes were prophesied

[neil]

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brotha Neil juss passin through.
I see you too.
8:25EST

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[neil]

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i missed the open mic Wednesday night.
sick.
maybe just is well.
still significant ambivalence about the whole deal.
ambivalence is not normally a problem.
when it is I follow this dictum

WHEN IN DOUBT, DON'T.

probably will.
not that is.
not willing to make an investment on such precarious trepidations.

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August 13, 2015 free write / Saturday ~ initiate : 6:45pmEST


Frank drops a note with a load intended to sensitize those congruent to his environs
that improper play ain't approved with removal preferred to maintain that blue line
meter made to order or disciplined in time to the sinuous segues implied by bifurcation
the one with its queue of odd lots as well as the two with its queue of even Stevens maybe
Robert Louis had he not had a son somewhat akin to Adlai perhaps in Adelaide may be found
profusions of Stevens in the wide open white pages turned dun ragged at the feet of Ayers Rock
bow down splitting a sand sea with sandstone some grand three master that those without masters
called ULURU giving sad Europeans a glimpse of old HMS Intrepid dealing death through the 1770s
sending so many sons to wet their feet in a desert beyond light crushing its multitude atmospheres
yet dancing like fairies among the Anangu cave painters - charcoal writers - river winders - didgeridoos
moaning upon somnolent somedays left behind with the carcass bones and stone chips - wood shavings
keeping secrets releasing moisture and that merely borrowed to fill a momentary cup of saps or resins
their fruitiness gooey the gracious florae fecund - seasonally tuberous with quaint whiffs - tassels tipped
red yellow ochre brown as cormorant winglets now dormant but patiently waiting


7:33pmEST

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WHICH IS EASIER TO FIND,
an honest plumber
or
an honest artist?

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[neil]

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Ongoing vector :
By European standards the United States is an upstart mongrel nation not yet 250 years old.
An insignificant blip on the world's cultural radar. A cipher. An enigma. Just another burp
at the dinner party. Of course the immutability of this worldview was central to Great Britain's
inability to keep control of its squirming colony.

European Xenophobia ~ American Xenophobia ~ Human Xenophobia & the goose step of history
illustrated in the microcosm of "Discovery" as the stepchild of European nationalism and
the EVENTUALITY of the Nepotistic Inheritance of Xenophobia :
(TBC)
10:57amEST

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[neil]

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juss passin thru onna wayta me bloggumz.
could write if i wanted to.
don't want to.
not here.
not anywhere.
which is juss fine.

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[neil]

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i did a funny.
wrote summin.
anyway.
whatta nut.

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[neil]

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at least i knows howta pernowns
GREE-OH
now.
can't argue wiff prawgress.

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looking through the green glass
knapsack slung sideways
an old tin kaleidoscope
preserving zoetropes
the man with an M last name
had Daguerrotype flashbacks
fast forwarded all mail
meant for Edison's assistant
"Can you hear me?"
theoretically still spoiling
toward in around and past
virtual ideo-genomes and
bespoke silk suits
hung from the arm
of a mad haberdasher
one B please not two
lumps said the peevish Princess
above any blame
for bouts of irritability
occasioned by this frustration
of having to dance
atop so many mattresses
on occasions the fields
filled with Monet's red blossoms
edges softened by blurs in the distance
pleading against that sad
dissonance
fluglehorns zithers tambourines
rhyming past participles
with "zephyrs" bundled
among saffron fronds
smoothing desert reaches
camel's feet dromedaries
humping their lonely bumps
saddles ride the backs of mages
foolscaps jingling morbidly
our Bedouin king
is jester himself
more just in adjudicatng
adjustments of judgment
than three score wise mokes
whist drachmas for rubels
contusing metrical scales
a willsworth of bilious
comeuppances four syllables
not without vector
Hector hectoring Isolde
Tannhäuser fraught with rings
Wagner stuck in the 8 track
back scratch two tone drop top
Camaro in Cimarron yellow
Huxley's antic hay
lost in the funhouse
eyeless in Gaza
graciously indifferent
Victorian diffidence
digs dents in handramits
they "ow"ed at the recklessness
wrung necks then strung skulls
hostile necklaces matching earrings
Vermeer toaster ovens
heavily chromed refrigerator magnets
magenta taupe dishwasher blonde
brownies little digit
on your doorbell lottery
cookies soaked in oil drums
round elastic or stenciled
rolled down a historically
unhappy hill
lead the leader cross twin ledgers
read better than never
those miscreants
sots with hard knots in their shots
or shorts of a sort
not inclined to refinement
whose bone through the nose
bubbled English explorers in an
iron cauldron enthralled
another victim of industrial revolution
blood in the gears congealing
slows great methods motions
loco-toxins momentous equations
indifferent
sleepy time
Welsh villages dust dappled
roll cinnamon into the Irish Sea
pinpricks a priori designates
diplodocus fossils formulaic
bison in a leather trice
white savages white drunkards
white pestilence white plagues
lemmings looming large as phosphorus
eggplant plantings rich in root rot
bound feet found desirable but
hard to walk impingements
instigate the invention
of high heels which benefit
predators don't have to run as hard
cheetahs owls fish with barracuda dentures
fierce cultural pygmies run circle
our lost wagon train ablaze
Black Hills South Dakota Badands
offhand difficult to calculate
momentum angular velocities
atrocity ferocious impossible
implausible nauseous
flip flop
tick tock
which rocks
will matter
much later

so there's that

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[neil]

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found some old scribbettes lying around.


strange feeling.


normal for the interwebs,


strange


anywhere


else.






i change my mind


more often


than


i change


my socks.

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[neil]

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JUST GIVE ME WHAT I WANT




straight up funk on a leash
wrist snapping backbeat magic
masked maps of strategic overlaps
hang by their toes grow mosaics
of shred metal endorphin factotums
bound over for trial coal fired tireless
time signatures on the dotted Hyphen
Nation riptide stir-fried super-sized
and itemized blurry eyed gun-shy
hypnogogic micronize "A" shun gentle
budget lines overheard overhead ahead
of chamber music recitations unsuitable
for framing, wrapping fish, training puppies,
or forget it when the whip lifts lips can't
quit grind ground gone bone down on
telephone drones alone or in mixed measures /
just give me what i want/

heat & eat catch & release six shot repeater
times 12 barrels plus 72 hundred RPMs
over BPMs when slash and burn too fast
to overflash suck the air upstairs wary
foot slogging talking dolphins frenzy frozen
in don't say imagination coz overdone won't
run the gamut - pass the hat - hold the line -
this and that segue guarantees relief
consistent with willow switch crazy birch
lurching zombie cliche-killer axe fastened
batten down the hatches frowned at clumsy
passages past pluperfect now and then is
frizz Fritz Lang bangs his powder keg peg leg
differential calculus with busted nuts ruts
rings wings whiff stiff appendage surrogates blurt /
just give me what i want/



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[neil]

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THE DAUB TWINS ON HOLIDAY




Daub the 1st ~

press hard enough
and an eyeball generates
it's own kaleidoscope

slight massage on the optic nerve
maybe an oasis pops up
out of boredom

done on purpose
the process reverts
to persistence of vision
which is arguably
an offshoot of déjà vue

i remember you
trying to cross the foyer
hand reticent on wrought iron
a spider plant
taking a chance
to sample your fragrance

daytime in a backwash
watercolor slurry
hurried on its way
down amethyst dust
made us sneeze

dust motes dazzle
their impractical brilliance
irrelevant as faraway stars
or those not close enough
to make a difference
since
we were already late




Daub the 2nd ~

a stifled yawn
comes out bigger
giggling at the funeral
elevator hiccups

a headrest only is
if your mind is tired
holding a pose
choosing clothes
to be seen
with accessories

quit stopping
select drive
an investment
in momentum
the dervish of purpose

fascination
with coriolis minutiae
means the minutes
between blinks
have grown long enough
to dry our eyes
seems like sawdust
under bruised lids

lack of sleep
a disjoint
failure to rendezvous
accidental slippage
taxi at the curb
engine cold
no driver

note under a windshield wiper



9.4.15

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neurofunk extract No° this / Noisia™ remix




fragments detach majestic matches withered matchsticks SNitch-sneeze rum-rune-freezers /
frequent frier minimag deli-brisket rustproof bucket backwash night tidal sun-dune-creasers /

friendly fire-dosed time-donor twice folded lenghtwise ring fingersmith inner-tube gristle-nits /
frosting mismatch might-grind flipflop wobble yellowish wide-body ditch-digger giggle-whips /

frustrate extant mellon-patch placemats crop-circle door knockers cross-toothy garb-glitches /
fragrance ENhanced MAN-managed manglements itch-linger fingernail blister grab-switches /

frenetic threnody reodeon simplex pretransistorized interlopers factpool interpol bristled-kits /
frozen nectarine necktard feather dust-red brindleroan steganopoulus beefeater frazzled-wits /

frugal amniotic nucleic riboflavin cribbed flavinoid backmarkers make redress switch-hitters /
fristologic Fiorelli Fibonacci participle AMbiénce voided diligence bicameral scratch-wishers /

francophone bedwetters trend-victim realpolitik watch-notch 9-to-5 garulous hard-chargers /
freemantle adverbalicious ENDO button-tuck rumbleseat subwoofie BAdaDA chalk-markers /

friable twotone derivative mixture magnet adaptive adjectival luminescence crunch-buckets /
from over-oxygenated oxenclaves EXacto decimal equivalence subvalent brunch-CHUCK-its /

frommage fulminative solvent-triplepoint verb-noxious OBsequious DO-gooder choke-holders /
fragile wrist-listless swatch doctored doughball bay-window shadow-box eight grope-loaders /

free-do tutu next blessed customer INdivisible digitalis vitalis-greasy sheafs nosrtrum-guards /
fridaylilies loup-garou dotmatrix diminutive dorsal post-flood plenipotentiarty rostrum-shards /

frolicsome license-plate wingnut knuckle buster REAR entrance power outage bluegill-raisins /
fruiti-tuti pore crater erasures INsure UNsure disclosure cynosure gesticulate truebill-stations /

frame flamboyant bodyguard dismal-swamp blowtorch modulus factor-frenzy dental-flossies /
fretful n'er-do-well millwright conscience-swapped damp-mopped trapezoid menthol-glossies /

fro-and-to lossuous ossuaries rarified binary microsticial whomp-throttling rent coal-housers /
frungiform lacrimose largesse pedestrian hot-mess-mender one two three four right-nowzers /

14:46-10·26·15




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