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In this issue, instead of an inspired (and inspiring) editorial, we decided to share with you a poem rather haphazardly assembled on the right from search phrases that led many of A2 readers to these pages. Some of the lines, we feel, indicate how many people end up here by accident, but hopefully they find it to be an accident of the more fortunate kind. Search phrase poems are nothing new. We borrowed the idea from a person who had recently sent us one. So the idea came from one person, words came from the many. We decided to give it responsibility. Now it's up to you to supply the meanings. NG&OR
two months of
not enough verbs some
very soft days who
sang tell laura i love her fiction
equals truth belief spells
to ward off pain two
memorable fantasies insects
of Trinidad yellow
rubber boots how
to stop scratching in bed abstract
nudes world
of today is corruption sculpted
madonna holding infant jesus last
thing he saw belly
dancing bear double
seahorse relationship
between fiction and truth ultimate
satisfaction for him and her paradox
what purpose does it serve in literature? words
for bones who
sang real love to
whom does literature belong? meaning
of ciao bello consumerist
sexuality gay
roommate drunk seduce patriarchy
homosexuality & profit chair
executive big softie bent
penises vodka
rituals reality
and truth plurality of identities
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AdmitTwo, No. 8, November, 2005. & Art:
Mother Dwarf's Lost & Found by Florence "Mother Dwarf" Smith (photos by Smith) like it? find more at www.agentofchaos.com - - - Prose:
by
Steven B. Smith (quantum collapse by Mother Dwarf) "First
year was hell. A 44 year old male living alone does not want his
mother moving in with him. A 64 year old mother does not want to live
with her heavily drinking coke - - - Poetry (& Essay):
five and one: cantle habit i'm travund gamma-pollination gossip step
by Andrew Topel & Jim Leftwich
"Poetry is parsed through sound to construct as a provisional reading pulsing aggregates of unstable semantic units. Attention contracts and expands. The word itself is an unstable aggregate. Contraction sifts through syllables to letters; expansion gathers towards phrases and sentences. Content is glimpsed as a drift through ambient noise. Both the quality and the quantity of this noise vary according to each reader’s capacity for entering it as an archaeologist of the asemic." JL
- - - Poetry:
three poems: Yes, Matthew, There Is A Source by
Sarah
Lilius & Erin M. Bertram
"These poems are the result of many weekly late-night visits to Village Inn and Denny's to write exquisite corpses over coffee and cigarettes. Coincidentally, they're at their best after 10 PM, a cup of coffee, and a cigarette." SL&EMB
- - - Poetry:
three poems: by Aryan Kaganof with Robert Simon, Eran Tahor & Stan Engelbrecht
"The resemblance to C. Manson is startling. & - - -
Prose:
Little Golden America: Part One: From a Twenty-Seventh-Story Window, Chapter One: The Normandie b by Ilya Ilf & Eugene Petrov
"The ship left the harbor. On the pier, at the mole, everywhere were crowds of people. The Normandie was still a novelty to the citizens of Le Havre. They foregathered from all corners of the city to greet the transatlantic titan and bid it bon voyage."
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