D I U 3 5 7 4 96 2nd anniversary issue in loving memory of thus, albert or hubert & ella The most important thing in the programming language is the name. A language will not succeed without a good name. I have recently invented a very good name and now I am looking for a suitable language. -D.E.K "We mere men of the world, with no principle-- a very old-fashioned and cumbersome thing-- should be on our guard lest, fancying him on his last legs, we insult, or otherwise maltreat some poor devil of a genius at the very instant of his putting his foot on the top round of his ladder of triumph. It is a common trick with these fellows, when on the point of attaining some long-cherished end, to sink themselves into the deepest possible abyss of seeming despair, for no other purpose than that of increasing the space of success through which they have made up their minds immediately to soar." -Edgar AllAn Poe, _Graham's magazine_, January 1848 II America how shall we cultivate the cosmic vibrations? America the mystical forces will not be denied. Every time the Rosenbergs sat down in the electric chair the mystical forces vibrated madly. America they're vibrating in my garden this very minute. God openly seeks admittance. He knocks and vibrates at the doors of the Synagogue. The gates of the Catholic churches are closed against Him. Consequently He vibrates with wine on the Bowery. Only the Zen Buddhists don't set up a counter-vibration and they're all egotists. Walt Whitman alone of American poets was completely hip. Nowadays only the teaheads have any idea what Democracy means. Only the Bop musicians seem to glimpse a Presence among us. Man, listen to that band of angels swing! Man is inherently angelic. All arbitrary discriminations hereby abolished Russia. America -- the Robin, he just jumped into my tree in the raindrops. --AG Notes for Green Lake Words go up in smoke and so occur as only almost avatars of those omens shaken out of trees suddenly becoming more than the sum of their flows. And I as is. It goes without saying. I was the lake against the shore(d) and a voice that echoed across the waves, and I is that carrier of water. While young summer may have no choice and multiplies, as some things are more than they seem: a seed, a thread, a drum - coriander, honeycomb, lyre - syntax and silence. Or the syntax of silence. Noticing the coincident tuning of various objects. The articulate resonance of this passage of years as if the mere facts mirrored murmur meaning -fully. The body of the text (entity) revealed as another veiled reference to itself. The angels of incidence of light filtered through the leaves. My thoughts just wanted to be scattered photons of that radiance. Some things are less than comprehensible. The ringing in my ears throughout the day. The telephone next morning and then. The silence which follows. He was a shrunken mask of himself. A sprig of cedar, plain apron and gone. The absurd machinery of that descent. The ringing of the telephone stitched that silence and the plain mask of mourning followed. A spring from that declension. Winter in the cryptosphere. The letters in the reeds. Knee and elbow glyphs, the _Y_ of thighs. What he had seen with his own eyes, rising and falling. The conversation never ends. Composition is driven by the pistons of our arms and legs, spelled by lines of flight. The correspondence of the letters of our exchange with the S- curve of the returning. In the living room he dreamt the door to the hallway being methodically removed from its hinges. They are standing outside. They are drunk with the powers of light. Linguum of the world. Tiny white jasmine beside the muted fire of the flowering maple and the casually painted blue hydrangea. Passion flowers strangely artificial, as if made by some obsessive hand. Oleander and datura, assorted orchids and staghorn fern. Eyes to see and ears to hear and light-foot it along these neuropaths. In the film _Orphe'e_ he transcribes messages from the (underground) radio. The lake's green explains what light cannot entirely represent, a thought-blot, toxins, the bomb (population, data or other) or Marilyn Monroe, a "box of rain" in an air-plane, the flat cut of the sapphire she removed from her swollen finger. The co-conspirators examine the text and ponder her image in the para-tarot. A cochineal rattle in the background. Ochre over amber, blood-type _ruby_ in translation. The examiners of the text cough in unison and click on another card. Here as everywhere her image replicates itself. Truth to be told the inventors of the alphabet were many and did not necessarily work as a team. Here as nowhere else I am reminded. Today is a transparent day of smooth talk and trapezoids and red meaning whet(ted) and the stone as a verb, double-edged, incised with luminous numerals, the spider who taught me to write, the yes and no of the code, the spider who forgot how to read, the delicate shell of her ear, a barking frog, the mystery of mysteries. Does biology know humanity by name? In claw and tooth removed. The numinous indifference of nature. Stick figures flicker across the screen. Pluto warned us of the time-bomb in the ticking and the loose thread wound around his finger. Remember Los Alamos. It's a sirius business. The inventor of the letter _A_ sees each colour of its saying. The sphinx which sits in the Mohave or memory of a path through the aleatoric. The lake is read as concentric circles of ripples and where we are coming from remains under water. "Possibly Maybe" was the song. Here they sing in tongues or hum along. -The Alterran Poetry Assemblage KDIU, June, 1996: Slimane Azem/ Aoui-Kid Yeran Asimoh-Ohmend/ Chants Immortelles de Kabylie Hamza Shakkur & Ensemble Al-Kindi/ Tartil du Koran & Taqsim Nay en Bayyati/ Takasim & Sufi Chants from Damascus Marion Brown/ Djinji's Corner/ Afternoon of a Georgia Faun Marilyn Crispell/ Enterences of Light/ Santuerio ... Pedro Bacan y Ines Bacan/ Nana/ De Viva Voz Kurdsi Erguner et al/ Solea/ L'Orient de l'Occident: Hommage a Ibn Arabi Sufi de Andalucia Hamid/ El Marsam/ L'Historie Des Chioukh aux Cheb (Anthologie du Rai) Sonny Sharrock/ Variations on a Theme by Kate Buch/ High Life Jahawarlal Jah/ O gange/ Inde Du Nord: Mithila (Chants d'amour de Vidyapati Sabri Brothers/ Roona Ach-Cha Lagta Hai (That I May Love So That I Weep)/ Sufi Music Volume 3 (Kawwali Musicians From Pakistan) ... Gato Barbieri/ In Search of the Mystery/ In Search of the Mystery ... Ellis Regina/ Nova Estacao/ Vento de Maio Billie Holliday/ Don't Explain/ The Legend Of... Duo Hermanas Marti/ Aqella Boca/ Aquellos Tiempos Cassandra Wilson/ Until/ New Moon Daughter ... Two far from innocent examples are appended for your kindest consideration: http://www.mrshowbiz.com/features/plus/haiku/unabomber.html Welcome to the Haiku Extravaganza Today's subject is the Unabomber. Please, all posts here should adhere to the demands of the haiku format: that's five syllables, followed by seven syllables, followed by five syllables. Okay? Those damned dials and knobs Have measured our lives to death Horrible science Talk at a party: "Let's do the 'Unabomber'" Now he is bitter Montana: big sky No speed limit on highway Lousy bicycle Technology bites Been reading too much Pynchon Package for you, dear fun, easy going single, white Unabomber seeks same for love, laughs. Option: Suicide Perhaps I'll send a letter To myself in jail For contrast, let's get scientific, all so scientific, and of course to contrast the pseudo-Japanese element of the above, these are as all-American as they can get, viz: the frontier, the border, the boundary... just a selection. Items Authored by: Kaczynski, T. J. [1] 40 #1591 Kaczynski, T. J. The set of curvilinear convergence of a continuous function defined in the interior of a cube. Proc. Amer. Math. Soc. 23 1969 323-327. (Reviewer: J. E. McMillan) 30.62 [2] 39 #4402 Kaczynski, T. J. Boundary functions and sets of curvilinear convergence for continuous functions. Trans. Amer. Math. Soc. 141 1969 107-125. (Reviewer: J. E. McMillan) 30.62 [3] 38 #4689 Kaczynski, T. J. Boundary functions for bounded harmonic functions. Trans. Amer. Math. Soc. 137 1969 203-209. (Reviewer: J. E. McMillan) 30.62 (31.00) [4] 37 #3990 Kaczynski, T. J. Note on a problem of Alan Sutcliffe. Math. Mag. 41 1968 84--86. (Reviewer: B. M. Stewart) 10.05 [5] 35 #1785 Kaczynski, T. J. On a boundary property of continuous functions. Michigan Math. J. 13 1966 313-320. (Reviewer: D. C. Rung) 30.62 [6] 31 #355 Kaczynski, T. J. Boundary functions for function defined in a disk. J. Math. Mech. 14 1965 589-612. (Reviewer: C. Tanaka) 30.62 * Notes Toward an Alterran Fiction Is it the same light that shines upon the convoluted hills of this no longer verdant earth? Our lives over there resemble nothing so much as a dream dimly remembered but having the taste of something so much more important than the mere detail of the circumstance. Such as is the alterration in the sensation of self's awareness as an independent entity. The touch of her silken shoulder beneath my hand like a moth upon the windowpane. The sound of her quick whispers tickling my throat. I have that possible imaginary universe in mind, arbitrarily defined as the space/time-line where all best-case scenarios are realized. The slipstream continuum (set of all happy endings), ectoplasmic reticulum, the impossible overgrove. The diurnal fiction spinning inside the heads of the participants guides us to certain conclusions concerning the viability of the lifeform beyond this sporting coil, including the earthly regime of signs and the internal wor(l)ds being dictated. But the virtual machine which is this consensual earth remains to house the idea of our beautiful and palpably improbable Alterra. Her thoughts in mine and like the unlikely series of coincidences which thrust us into this mundane predicament just as inevitably ironic. My my my sighs resonate with her little bird cries and the wonder of the transference. -djd Ostriches On Line, a World Wide Importer & Exporter of Ostriches, Ostrich Meat, Ostrich Leather and Hand carved Ostrich Eggs today announced the receipt of their Third Award for Excellence in Commerce, Design, Content and Ease of Use of their outstanding Internet Site. 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Singing our space songs on a spider WEB Sitar Life goes on around YOU and within YOU and so for TIMOTHY LEARY, LET THE SUN SHINE, LET THE SUN SHINE IN, THE SUN SHINE IN LET THE SUN SHINE, LET THE SUN SHINE IN, THE SUN SHINE IN LET THE SUN SHINE, LET THE SUN SHINE IN, THE SUN SHINE IN LET THE SUN SHINE, LET THE SUN SHINE IN, THE SUN SHINE IN LET THE SUN SHINE, LET THE SUN SHINE IN, THE SUN SHINE IN LET THE SUN SHINE, LET THE SUN SHINE IN, THE SUN SHINE IN LET THE SUN SHINE, LET THE SUN SHINE IN, THE SUN SHINE IN LET THE SUN SHINE, LET THE SUN SHINE IN, THE SUN SHINE IN LET THE SUN SHINE, LET THE SUN SHINE IN, THE SUN SHINE IN With every passing hour our solar system comes forty-three thousand miles closer to globular cluster 13 in the constellation Hercules, and still there are some misfits who continue to insist that there is no such thing as progress. -RKF ** descriptions of an imaginary universe to subscribe send a message SUBSCRIBE DIU-L your name to listserv@cnsibm.albany.edu http://wings.buffalo.edu/epc/ezines/diu http://www.albany.edu/~litmag/poe.html flowers are the snowflakes of summer poetry@cnsvax.albany.edu * * * Never underestimate the bandwidth of a station wagon full of tapes hurling down the highway