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1. here is an equivalent stretch of sand or an equivalent stretch of sand to the paper of this word fired like glass then fired like glass and perused wattles everywhere with splayed mud giving it torsion in parts here's some sand in your glass here's some mud in your eye as equivalence stretches the breaking point like a list including itself as one of its minor items all had been well with the big engine of its dream 2. this is a definition of sand when it's glass when its glass is full say water transfixed by a beach honed by sunshine, tarmacked by spray or osprey in the vicinity of stone platelets if it's full of mud then its hermetic definition is dirty and full of pestilence and war and the tawdry business of modern party politics athwart the class struggle with a finger up its nose if it's full of sand then it's full of itself as the poem is too till it turns and addresses its friends yes otherwise it would be full of words like the pasta is full of garlic when it addresses you you appear what a truly fine instance apple of eye pride of the yankees who are legion like an engine of glass and sand breaking down components into components to replenish themselves for breakfast 3. the thing that's disgraceful is the sun on the avenue in broad daylight in disgrace yes the thing that's disgraceful is disgrace or the sun feeling its disgrace like a blinding light in its eyes and sand all over the privates near a dirt road leading to a dune where the ocean shines like spanking mud dark familiar of our old familiar wind and sand made of grains not yet spanked down as a definition reduces everything to rubble --shrubs belch, water farts, sand wallops-- surpassing expectation. Yet grammar rules the streets as waves generate abysmal syntax in the right hand of an immense body whose left hand we have not yet seen nor even, truly, imagined. But we are in bed all the same. Hence grammar might rule /in/ the streets, they said in the form of its own demise----Baron Haussman sandbagged it: huge vistas that usher in modernism city of dreams, erection (1850-1860) with no barricades across its freely promenaded boulevards eventually painted in day-glo with cropped arches. What calls this into question is nothing nobody didn't say with regard to structure but might have while it whooped like geese in a bed marking the proper end of eros as eros 4. for this operation, the carceral apparatus has recourse to three great schemata: the politico-moral schema of individual isolation and hierarchy; the economic model of force applied to compulsory work; the technico-medical model of cure and normalization. 5. Washington's Irish Hotel America's silent racism how to transform an economy [copyright] The New York Times Niece of Lenin opposes burial, calls for vote bitter sexual communication might lead to an earlier climax that's better Hawaii defeats New Mexico weights and measures Messner started lifting at 18 smoked cigarettes constantly than going soaking in a bar." Maquiladora impact they feel so much better after just Living isn't easy for border shantytown residents Lorenia worked at the maquiladoras for several years before rashes on her skin began erupting into ulcers, and her nervous system became strained. There is no water, electricity, or sewer hookup available for their home. The town now supports more than 70 industrial plants that employ more than 18,000 people, a significant proportion of the city's work force. They make manufactured goods of all kinds from sunglasses to microprocessors. Once a week an army tanker comes by and fills the three 50 gallon drums, formerly chemical containers used by the maquilas, the family uses for its water supply. In Nogales, an entry level maquila worker can expect to make slightly more than $40 a week, while in Agua Prieta the entry level salaries are about $28 a week. Tirado blamed federal minimum wage policy for the low pay at the maquilas, and noted that many manufacturers provide experienced workers with bonuses, housing, and other perks to compensate for the low salaries. By Ignacio Ibarra. 6. Teaching Like it Matters A modest proposal for revolutionizing the classroom by Jane Tompkins Last spring I taught a course in a subject I had been wanting to explore but knew little about: The subject was emotion I find that my classes are better The students have more to say I learned from this class that every student in every class one "teaches" is a live volcano, or, as James Taylor puts it in his song, "a churnin' urn o' burnin' funk." There is no one thing that follows from this discovery This was the most amazing course I've ever taught--or rather never taught--because each class was taught by the students. but for me it means that I can never teach in the old way again. Jane Tompkins is a professor of English at Duke University and the author of /Sensational Designs: The Cultural Work of American Fiction 1790-1860/ and the forthcoming West of Everything. This article-- Copyright 1990 by the National Council of Teacher of English. Reprinted with permission. Elvis sightings Literature is news that /stays/ news. 7. How did James Hegwood Jr. --an intelligent, articulate graduate of Tucson High School-- become a convicted serial rapist? 8. Under the pig factory You gave me your diamonds (studs) like a great change of heart glittering flowers in my hands, mind and pig the tears like elves in dirt then stuccoed pig in garden --not a pig garden-- a big foot under the snow promenading or marauding line a snow line and my spirit so high it was all over the pig (heavens!) And before the end of the day we were scattered like stars, or rain. Pigs dancing in transparent brocade Pigs lifting the song, and interrupting it, Tossing it up under the clouds. And all this comes to an end. And is not again to be met with. Pigs painted green are a fine sight in young moonlight, Gracefully painted-- Mr. Pig. Well it was the latest "who done it" in those days, /terza rima/ or blank verse till Dante wrote that double sestina and /that/ just about stuffed it. See? 9. "'See?' I see nothing but you." And the truth of it had with this force after a moment so strangely lighted her eyes that as for pity and dread of them sacred and profane. But /whose/? 10. Moreover, they have a power of attraction that is felt by other copper objects 11. the hair on your balls. This amounts to saying that, although the penalty must be individualized, it is so not on the basis of the individual-offender, but on the basis of the individual punished, the object of a supervised transformation, the individual in detention inserted in the prison apparatus, modified by or reacting to it. 12. You were cute. Root a toot toot. 13. Jim had been thrown then back into the slime with the rest of the pustular citizenry, each in its allotted beenie, clutching one of those Fourth of July jimcracks in a grimy and avid hand, whatchamacallits for wind, rutting in the air like stars, saw your damn ass off, like born-again persons We can therefore see where this force resides. It is one that is both mystical and practical, one that ties clans together and at the same time divides them, that divides their labour, and at the same time constrains them to carry out exchange well yes trying not just to talk but to actually tell the truth with an unspecified body part in the mouth again just as wealth attracts wealth, or dignities bring honours in their train, as well as the possession of spirits and fruitful alliances that's honours with a "u" as in buttocks or "buttered" bread All that will then remain to be done will be to show how these collective forces are produced like cereal rampant obscenity stalking its own mouth for breakfast next to a desert sky rendered in shit (/The Accursed Share, Volume I/): and the object itself had the radiance of glory Destruction the best means of negating the utilitarian relation between man and the animal or plant. But it rarely goes to the point of holocaust don't be too modest now well in acrylic a desert sky rendered in air next to a car wash emitting a constant stream of throats lozenges I have felt obliged for some obscure reason to swallow but give to you now on behalf of jurisprudence, teaching, and the other liberal professions My tongue. Which gland most closely resembles the gross national product? Which heart most closely resembles its sleeve? The sleeve of rain dipped down putting an end to the glittering dream of communication as sleep is disturbed by dreams sliding scales in which the entire landscape --with its melons, tar, breasts, rats, moles, coiffure, nails, electric trains, derricks, erector sets, and rubble resembling that made by dentists in mines-- are the dreamer's own body tangled in the body of desire with the cricket singing in the ashen hair One evening near the statue of Etienne Marcel Andre Breton it said pass 14. CIBUTA, Sonora Two young Mexican entrepreneurs are using their knowledge of the Mexican culture and succeeding in the maquiladora industry, an arena dominated by foreign investors. The two got their start four years ago when a sports fisherman approached them with a problem. How do you weigh a fish when the boat is rising and falling on the waves, and the scale is doing the same? Juan Garcin, president of MICRO-MEX/DEMSA, said he and his childhood schoolmate, Antonio Perez-Vargas, pay workers entry-level salaries of 150,000 pesos, or $51, a week, about $10.35 more than the entry level at Nogales maquilas and $23 more than those at Agua Prieta. "We respect our workers . . . they're excited, appreciate the work, and they work hard for us," Garcin said at the company's grand opening last Monday of its plant in Cibuta. Garcin, 28, and Perez-Vargas, 27, got their start by using their training as electrical engineers to design a microprocessor-equipped scale that allows fishermen to know the weight of each fish long before they reach the dock. By Ignacio Ibarra. And who better to whisk you to this island of surprises than Singapore Airlines. 15. a lone car drives down the Gates Pass Road, winding through saguaros and ocotillos and enters the Sonoran Desert as the credits roll and in the audience waves slap, now blithely now in apparent disgust, against the rising walls of their chairs as elsewhere the voice is rage 16. You say he's a relative some hope if he's your uncle I'm the pope [copyright] 1988 Capitol Records for Richard Thompson
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