The buffalo's got projector eyes?

Lennart Carleson won the Abel Prize for his work in harmonics.

That Southpark was amazing!

When Otho and I would set up since Fat Cat and throughout the CAsa Del Sol readings we would jab at the atmosphere hours before a Buffalo Readings...

The mind pigs flush out poetry from thought pockets with large cartoon firehoses. They collect them like blood drains from a slaughterhouse. The pupa lie in shadowed gratings above dripping sewers. They look for any sign of signs. Drinking the synaptic discharges, thick and mayonnaise-ey. They emerge difficult and stubborn.

The halls are filled with names of
winners
losers
champions
dead people
The trees calmly
EXIST
The mind reminds
of times in
-
the forrest
-
clubhouse disasters
tornados of authority
Do
do words in order
actually
relate to each other
I began typing this poem
and the computer
auto-typed the rest
I read it briefly
and hit enter
to accept
Accept
accept
Is that spelled right?
Right click for a
list of suggestions
Hmmmm,
yes
it seems to be.
Doesnt look it though
One uh dem
weird words.
You know them
WEIRD words
i before e
except in
WEIRD WORDS
like in spanish
ASCIENDO
uh
yes, YES
A S C I E N D O
or did I mean
asiento?
-
The other one.

Oh lord,
I think you
for this bounty
of connections
I am recieved
In heaven
earth heaven
my mind
in real
always
now and
for real now

amen

They don't believe in the existance of other people. They believe the universe is cheap and easy to create, and their experience alone is tantamount.

-more to come as information is released...

James and I met at his place in NW Portland.

How can I post pictures of Buffalo Readings in Portland? We've been trying to figure it out and all we get are walls.

There is movement afoot on the East Coast and regular scheduled readings are coming back starting very shortly.

Interesting developments, more news soon....

-Noah

This is for poets who complain that there are no good readings around and don't do anything about it. This has been expressed to me by a number of people and on one side I'm sick of it and on the other I understand that it's tough to host a reading, but I feel that it's not as hard as people think it is.
In fact, it's real easy.

What he said: http://www.rippedmagazine.net

I got a new job and I have to work the 18th so Buffalo Readings is moved to the following Monday, the 20th.

?You smell like the others. ?

?Excuse me??

?You smell like the others. The other guys?you know writers and jazz boys. That smell. ?Tell me something??


She nestled her head into my chest. I looked at her tattooed arm, and for a moment, I was lost in the dark green and black cobras depicted on it. Her question or questioning question didn?t register until she started to ask it, in spite of the question I didn?t give a yes or no in the first place.


?Do you use Old Spice??


I pride myself on the fact I use Old Spice cologne. Even if it is reactionary to the well dressed, perfectly coiffed men in Cool Water and Ralph Lauren for Men. They tend to run around the city, looking for what they call ?freaks?, girls like Lacey, the ones with short dark hair, peirced all over, tattoos and exotic underwear just barely visible above the waistline of their pants. I wondered how they would react to see this girl with me, me of wife beater undershirts, wrinkled chinos, secondhand tweed coats and worn, scuffed patent leather shoes. These same guys used to try to sodomize me in private school in the showers and call me faggot later on. They would then go back to their disposable trust fund income and blonde girlfriends who they would cheat on with Lacey, or girls like Lacey. The Lacey?s of the world, they didn?t mind, just going along with their advances for a good time and smirk about it later. Later, while in bed with writers, jazzers, fat Goth boys (or girls), and the rejected punk rockers. And now, here in bed with me, Lacey bristled a little, put off by the fact that I hadn?t answered her question yet. I kissed her on the top of her head and reached over to the nightstand for my cigarettes. When she smacked her lips loudly, I put two in my mouth, lit them, and passed her one.


?Yeah, I wear it occasionally. Would you like me to put some on for you??
?No, that?s okay. Just pass me the ashtray.?


I set the ashtray on my stomach. She looked up at me and smiled. She then took a drag off her cigarette through her smeared lipstick lips, and let out a pillowy cloud of smoke, and muttered schiesse.


?Whatcha cursing for??

?I didn?t curse. Who cursed??

?So coy. You just said sh-?

?Okay, so you know a little German. Can you blow smoke rings??


I took a deep drag, careful not to inhale the smoke entirely, and contorted my tongue and cheek muscles for a second, and puffed out two large, spinning white rings. Together, we watched them spin, through the orange light coming through the window, splintered by the blinds into bars and shadows. As the smoke dissolved, I thought about those other men, well heeled and so called ?normal? in Lacey?s past, secretly hoping that they and Lacey never connected the we did right then and there, two outsiders, losers, what have you in perfect synch, holding onto each other through another long night. They could have at her all they want, that?s okay, because I know in my heart of hearts that they?ll never understand the way I do.


I hope.


2/26/2006

The Universe is
Owned by
Someone.
Created for
Profit.
Collecting the
Ambitions of
Participating
Souls
Scraped like pollen
Off a
Bee's Knees
at Deaths
moment
One life
All materials
property of
the
owner.

I'm not sure what qualifies as a New Samurai Story since I'm not from the school of Bushido, but my explorations into Buddhism has lead to distinctive insight into certain situation.

There is this tale of Brittany and I hiking through the Oregon Gorge area.

http://www.sasked.gov.sk.ca/docs/native10/images/conv21.gif

invented a new unit of payment, acceptable immediately:
blowjobdollars. As in "I'll do that for 1000 blowjobdollars" or BJ$1000 for short. Basically it works like this, if something costs 1000 blowjobdollars, then you would have to provide any amount of blowjobs and dollars, that when multiplied together, equals 1000. Like $10 and 100 blowjobs. Or $500 and 2 blowjobs. Or $1000 and one blowjob. Or 1000 blowjobs and $1. You get the idea.

The Stones sold out for crispies back in the early 60's! No fucking shit!!

http://media.putfile.com/Rice-Krispies---TV-Commercial

Because frustration is universal.......

2/26/06
Now with Audio!!
Click to listen or right click to save. Still click the "read me" to read along to the written word.

http://www.buffaloreadings.live/noahs_treasured_junk/WrathSmallKnow.wav