Sunday, April 8, 2007

Thomas Lowe Taylor -- Collab statement

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What I'm starting out with seems finished enough for me, so I'm just messing around with it. Enclosed also is a collaboration with myself, starting with stuff lifted off TV and then interrupted and then rearranged by line fragments and then finally by sections.
In "Soul's pastured skills" I just put lines in between, so the effect is of a series of first lines, each of which could be broken out as the first line of a longer thing (?), but whatever continuity was there has been removed.



Soul's pastured skills remand
The mooter fords remission further
Into decibels of heat
Lawn's clearer wisps vie with the sails
Along hours trespassing where doubt
Warps driven places cool beside
Song's calling left alone
Astride the ceiling near the call

TT/SM 6-7/93



Soul's pastured skills remand
Where noted hours are not reflect
The mooter fords remission further
Overt floods the nature speaks
Into decibels of heat
Whom at flood, or knower in our mists
Lawn's clearer wisps vie with the sails
The flipping sentry hears your door
Along hours trespassing where doubt
Reboot and fathom, an hour bedside
Warps driven places cool beside
Or hail her hour not your own
Song's calling left alone
I'd flood and send another lingering
Astride the ceiling near the call

TT 9/14/93



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9/l4/93