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C. Mehrl Bennett 9/13/14, revised 1/13/2016

Nothing Wavering

In a house of silences that engage

Two pyromaniac gymnasts,

It might be hard to believe the

Secrets of this man’s work, or the life he lives

In the company of his wife.

Everything projects a

Banal shadow of absence–

Because of the presence of a way of being–

The spectrum of this man and

His wife in a litany of Both.

Wavering lines in the sun – layered by shadows

Are at first possible, but then reproach us as impossible

Do you recognize the girl that first met this man?

She came from especially nowhere, but grew up in

A Since Possessed Dialogue.

An actor claimed to bury

This couple by adopting a lost and found attitude,

For hadn’t we lost the entire collective generation decades earlier?

Mysteriously, whether we believe the story or not

All this says is that 1953 underpins a reality.

In this power play there exists

A fifties world in which was born

The first woman, C. Mehrl Bennett

Who wrote the following poem:

GOING TO MANONG

The WHOLE of St. Louis is, like,

At a LOSS,

Like a LOSER,

Chain smoking

We’ll have

NO CHILI

NO CHOCOLATE

NO NADA tonight!

C. Mehrl Bennett

Note: I performed the original composition from August 2013 at 100,000 Poets for Change” event at Tribes gallery in NYC on October 28, 2013 in NYC;  the “Going to Manong” [poem within the poem] was drastically shortened for this revised version from January 2016… the original unedited version was posted previously in this blog. I edited it for submission to a publication coming out this year.


**Performance for two with audience participation. 
One person, the barker, is responsible for shouting out the BOLD TYPE phrases, 
and the audience repeats whatever the barker shouts out. 
The other person performs the rest of the text and joins with the barker in 
shouting the final series of BOLD TYPE, which the audience will echo, 
and hopefully after both people stomp there feet at the end, 
the audience will also imitate that action! [..which is exactly what happened 
at the performance in August 2016 during Day 3 of MINNEDADA84 at MCBA auditorium]
**DADA LEGS MIRTH
WHY HISTORY? ART HERE

NOW WINDOW LOST

WHY DO COLLAGE? OIL SKY

SALE HOLE LEFT

WHY A EYE? REAL HISTORY

DO DATE LEG

NOW WHY ICE? SKY LOST

EYE STOP WINDOW

WHY A EAR? ART NOW

HEARS LOST FARTS

STOP THE SEA? FOUND LEG

COLLAGE LOST TODAY

YIN A YEAR? REAL YANG

SALE OF EYE

WHY WORDS NOW? FOUR LEGS

FLOAT IN SEA ICE

WHY OIL MIRTH? REAL SKY

FOR SKY YET

DO LEGS MIRTH? SEA LEFT

COLLAGE WAVES A STORY

WHY HISTORY? ART HERE
ART NOW
SEA LEFT
REAL YANG
REAL HISTORY
REAL SKY
OIL SKY
SKY LOST
FOUND LEG
FOUR LEGS
[stomp feet]

C. Mehrl Bennett

Jan. 13, 2016, revised 8/19/2016

SHOPPING LIST

Do Not Buy Fruit

rubber stamps

or a gun

Do Not Buy Olives

dentures

or a photograph

Do Not Buy Fish

shoes

or a hat

Do Not Buy Bread

books

or a cat

Do Not Buy Envelopes

bushes

or a suitcase

Do Not Buy A House

stamps

or a bus ticket

Buy Art Instead.

C.Mehrl Bennett

Jan. 3, 2013 (Revised Jan. 13, 2016)

n i e z h f p l t s u

(the following poem uses only these eleven letters)

zip in zen she felt

i feel hip

zine lists fine snips

slit pine tile peel

senile penis hit flies

isle sent file

lets help teens fit the line

he is feet fuzz

pile hen pelt lept

his hell left this

puzzle lit flute pen

hi ’tis shit nuts

tin huts fizz sez she

C. Mehrl Bennett  – March 2, 2015

 

 

Two Montevideo Cinquains

MUSIC

Piano sounds

Chicken crossing the road

The documentation is a

Seed trail

Cone shaped

Trees on a line

“From ear to ear” means that

Possibly you will sleep before

Xmas

C. Mehrl Bennett – Nov. 11, 2013

 THE BELL

 

The bell

Gland drizzling out

On a greasy bongo

Floating far out on the drunk bay

Window

 

John M. Bennett and C. Mehrl Bennett

Feb.23, 2013

 

 

  

Six Collaborative Cinquains

Corn tome

Inside the boat

Kayaking in circles

Shoulder banging against the wind

Popcorn

Reboot

The hammered foot

A dulcimer shoe bag

Toeing the line lining the toes

Hot sock

Off shirt

Loose in empty

And butt barely hairy

Shaving backwards toward the drain

target

Saunter

Solder soldier

Sweating in the bathroom

After finding grapes and gravel

Gritty

Darvon

So dart it off

The loopy poolside

Super fooling slowly folding

Your neck

Just lick

Your salty lips

Salt licks where blind hunters

Smoulder in the tent with hamsters

Sleeping

Edward Lense, John M. Bennett, C. Mehrl Bennett – Sept. 21, 2013 – These cinquains were published as a TLP [tacky little pamphlet] by LBP [Luna Bisonte Prods]

Six (more) Collaborative Cinquains

Trailing

Sipping quincunx

Floating head mice ladder

Walk the talking titmouse to the

Iced hat

Dead saints

In the buckets

Well placed in a circle

Multi-red-spin fulminating

Cheese root

Swoll drut

Tear the finger

Drum the forkѐd link bit

Bit the hot lint sausage hymn

Doldrums

Pink ink

The throne swallowed

All the people at once

Crinkling post-haste wanton twice the

Suit Shot

Same wurst

Dance the knocking

Turnip nipped the frog spawn

Locker dripping through the keyhole

Drip Drip

East West

Reft lightning trips

The looter sign shining

Muskrat tunnels under the bank

Of weft

Camille Martin, John M. Bennett, C. Mehrl Bennett – November 2012 – These cinquains were published as a TLP by LBP


RINGER

Ringer

Tones developed

Inside the red phone booth

Of superman with snail toes

Burping

Ample

Coffee toffee

Lays on the car hood as

She breaks all the LP’s from the

Trailer

I sit

On a tree stump

In the beauty parlor

As balls of lint float in the pink

Hair dye

Paisley

Bow tie on foot

Where’s yer before shrieker?

Inside a box under the dock’s

Big toe

Who’s yer

Worldly wisened

Anguished pal; Is he a

Hip duck diode with no dick to

Paddle?

Paddle

On the other

Side of this sandbox full

Of silver cats as a dead dog

Lingers

C. Mehrl Bennett 2015

* RINGER was first published in THE INAPPROPRIATED PRESS, Issue# 1, editor: Olchar Lindsann, Monocle Lash anti-Press, Nov. 2015, Roanoke, VA

COMPOSITION FOR NINE VOICES WITH TWO INCIDENTAL SECTIONS

is a score for Sound Poetry integrating image, vowel sounds, wind chimes, and two “incidents”.

Click HERE to watch a video on YouTube of a performance of this score. The link is to a video by Paul Baker of a 2010 performance by Be Blank Consort (BBC) members. These were volunteers from writers/performers gathered together for The Ohio State University Library’s [Special Collecions Dept.] Intnl. Avant Writing Symposium, and most of them had performed previously in other venues in the USA as BBC members.

At my direction and with copies of the score, nine of them performed using vowel sounds and windchimes, while another person counted to twelve, and two others performed “incidents”.  I was able to enlist Keith Buchholz and Reed Altemus to perform short Fluxus events for the incidents. The score is based on linear shadows in my photo of a public bathroom wall, digitally manipulated with ten and a half measures indicated.

C. Mehrl Bennett 2009

This poem is titled “6500 Machine Diagram” & comes screaming behind me

In front of me is a diagram fished out of a box now back in sentence form which rolls against a hat of snow

Yellow, magenta, and cyan cartridges are attached but are dysfunctional right now

The transfer roll is spooled with paper from the Pope

Something called a fuser is part of the action with a black and white headshot of a transfer role – on a stamp

It is 4:30a.m. and fresh snow is going to close the door to the hallway

The heater is about two feet from my two feet

The air is beginning to warm up around my fingers through my own hoard of books and is worth reading before my husband

I should copy this diagram over various add & pass into another attitude

Print out this page and cut it into four, yellow, magenta, something that bends into envelopes with collaborations

After a xerox is processed the paper heads out

Does the Xerox company still make copy machines?

Mail crosses my desk and stuff

I wonder if that address still exists?

Meanwhile, my fingers are still getting cold, covering for the dull grayness of mid-February outside my window

I will need go through a bag of books to type these sentences out of the house

I will also need to winnow out the lemons – on a stamp

So of course I get distracted by Facebook!

I also need to organize my studio space upstairs into a xerographic drum which rolls against a hat of snow, and has been that way for months on end, but a tray will catch hold

The post office recently issued first class stamps that follow into attaching to paper by a young Elvis Presley, with his signature reproduced, but onto mail from the mid-1980’s

I had a dentist appointment this morning, though to a receiving tray

I had a full set of xrays taken six months ago while he stuck a camera in there

This new young dentist had me hold my mouth open and took digital photos

The images appeared on a screen in Xerox Square, Rochester, New York

My mouth is tired

My Dad is dead

So why don’t quarters rearranged themselves?

Whatever happens can playfully manipulate the wind and wear a hat of snow

A hat of snow           A hat of snow

A hat of snow           A hat of snow

C. Mehrl Bennett February 2016

  • Stefan Brand Stifter will be using my audio recording of “6500 Machine Diagram” (and my image that goes with it) as part of his ANTIPODES ZINE SAMPLER with a sound CD… CLICK HERE to see diagram & hear audio

P O P  SONG (performed in Columbus OH in 2015 and 2016)

admit one                       light a match

backup admit                 enter backwards

admission rate               welcome canned words

discounted rate             a radio announcer

preview films                  feet in cement shoes

advance to present      [insert today’s date and time]

presentation mode       write a song / sing it:

 

PRETTY PENCILS [1981]

 

Pretty pencils, sticking in my hair

Pretty pencils, sticking right at me

I’ve got pretty pencils… sticking 

Out my nose

fast mode to the  future                      question  effectiveness !

rafting off the roof                               answer all charges

please take your seat mam!

I  will now perform the event, titled: “NoBody’s Surprise”:

                                                                    Blow up a balloon until it POPS

 

5x7 Bathroom Song with all verses.jpg

5x7 well she had and pretty pencils.jpgCLICK HERE to hear an audio of me singing these three nonsense songs.

(Copyright: C. Mehrl Bennett)

*NOTE: Earlier versions of some of these poems  were published on this blog before.

MetaDada No. 1, THE INTERNATIONAL JOURNAL OF DADA MINING,  editor H. Michael Sanders, was published on May 15, 2016 by Elena Press, Cincinnati Ohio. May 15th, 2016, was the 100th anniversary of the publication of the first Dada journal, Cabaret Voltaire, editor Hugo Ball, Zurich, Switzerland, May 15, 1916. Two of the above poems (Shopping List and niezhfpltsu) appeared in MetaDada No. 1, in addition to two of my visual poems: Croatian Glyphs DADA and Forbidden Planet.

NOW GO TO THE METADADA WORDPRESS SITE by clicking HERE – C. Mehrl Bennett

           

ADDENDUM: See below for two more songs that I added to those above when I performed during Day Two of the MinneDaDa84 Fest in Minneapolis MN in August 2016. I had the privilege of being accompanied by Cassia Harding, a very accomplished violinist!Cassia-Harder-and-CMB-at-Black-Forest-Inn-Day-2-MinneDada84.jpg

If You Try and You Mess Up with ukele chord tabs 4x6 N o t   Y e t 4x6

A local friend asked me this morning why a MARGINAL Arts Fest is called “marginal”. Well, it IS a low budget affair where “freedom of expression” is more highly valued than the kind of committee approved events organized and funded by institutions, and aside from a couple parties with free food there were no other gratuities such as subsidies for motels… as we were lucky to have gotten one year in the past when we participated. We mostly go for the camaraderie and creative exchanges/collaborations in any case, and this year were WOWED by SO MANY energetic edgy performances! The weather was bad for driving through the mountains so we were delayed a day and missed a full day of MAF. One we missed included the word “Snakes” in the event name and may have involved Brad Chriss’ meat eating stint, Rebecca Weeks, and Tif Robinette. It’s all hearsay, so don’t take my word for it! But I’m sorry we missed it. Also, some MAF events happened simultaneously in different locations, so the following report is in no way complete. It could be puffed out with more facts and actual participant names, but hey, I’m not getting paid for this, right? So sue me. Still, here’s a link to the official schedule (even this has some info missing and changes occurred since it came out): http://www.marginalarts.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/MAFGuide2014.pdf

Early Thursday morning we arrived at the building which Olchar Lindsann and Warren Frye had christened “Akademgorod”, where most of the action we were involved in that day would take place. In the building’s front room gallery was the photography exhibit “Curb” by Christine Carr focusing on cigarette butt litter and a signage project that was meant to curb that bad habit. Our friend, Sue Leftwich, had seen people throw their cigarette butts in defiance directly at the sign. Still, our friends who later stepped outside to smoke certainly did not leave their butts out on the sidewalk. Stenciled graphics of smoking cigarettes did appear on the sidewalks during that evening’s opening reception for the exhibit, however.

 

I brought a box ‘o junk for wall or small standing assemblages and had a blast installing and connecting bits and pieces with the help of fellow long-time mail artist & writer, Jim Leftwich, and others were invited to participate as well.

 

A couple installations had already been set up in the building, one by Megan Blafas-Chriss (by the way, we didn’t meet Brad once during MAF this year!) was a defined “picnic area” with a fake grass carpet heaped with cushions and knitted pillows. A couple little girls liked the knitted strawberry and were totally relaxed with their mothers in this homey colorful environment while the adults listened to “experimental performances”. We were to run into Megan again at the after-after party Saturday (where Tomislav provided his homemade wine and “real food” was served vs. the 1st after party’s appetizers and desserts – and Jack Wright finally filled up!) where Megan and her mom chanted “UP TABLE UP TABLE etc.” with hands placed on a card table, invoking the spirits to tap the table legs on the floor in attempts to communicate with us mere mortals. Unfortunately, John asked me to go back to the motel before any table tapping action began. But I digress…

 

First up on Thursday morning, Reid Wood presented a powerpoint talk about the “Eternal (mailart) Network”, which was full of historical observations that I’d not been aware of (but will I remember?), and an excellent overview for the high school students, with a discussion about how online networking still proliferates the network via blogs, Facebook, and other social media. John & I followed with an hour long “hands-on” class with high school students called “Experimental, Avant, and Collaborative Poetry”. Afterwards I hung up the collaged and hand written results on a line on the wall. That afternoon Reid Wood and I each did fluxus performances (I included Jennifer Wiegel’s “Blossom” and “Menú” 2005 by Bartolomé Ferrando). The audience included a few local people who had happened by and just walked in, and subsequently got involved in many of my participatory fluxus events, and really seemed to enjoy themselves! Warren Fry and Olchar Lindsann performed some scores that Reed Altemus sent them and they and Tomislav Butković read/performed their neo-absurdist writings. Some of the high school students performed readings and a couple of them also took part in The Be Blank Consort which John directed, and I helped perform in it too, along with other volunteer voices. A representative for the Republicans working in the space next door came over and told Warren that the noise “has got to stop”, but their efforts were futile. In fact, I think they spurred us on!

 

On Thursday evening we went straight off to meet up with our friend, Billy Bob Beamer, and also met his co-exhibitor, Amy Hertzel, at their reception at the Shenandoah Gallery (also called “The Green Room”) and we loved their drawing exhibit- aptly named “Meditations”. At Roanoke’s Taubman Art Museum we enjoyed video by Japanese born artist Motomichi Nakamura, who had dropped by Akademgorod during the a break when everyone but Joe Abel and I were out to lunch. I invited him to help with my junk assemblage project but am unsure if he did, as I was busy hanging student work from our morning class. Even more than Nakamura’s video (though I didn’t stay for his free presentation for which a ton of people showed up!), I enjoyed the Taubman’s exhibit of “The Art of Martin Johnson”. Find out more about Johnson at his website: www.martinbjohnson.com

Also that evening, using a gallery that was exhibiting a typographical art exhibit as their home base (with the public gathered around the street outside as it was closed off for MAF use) The Trash Couture fashionistas modeled the results of Claudia de Franko’s multi-day MAF workshop. I was cheering them on, excited about the use of paper, plastic, and mscl. throw away media. Unfortunately I did not have my camera, but if photos appear online be sure to post a link here! The same guy who took my name and photographed my junk assemblage parade hat was photographing the students modeling so hopefully…

I was pretty much worn out by the end of Thursday. It’s a good thing that Olchar had organized high school students to man a camera taping many of events at Akademgorod, and the students continued to energize us all the next afternoon as well.

 

Friday morning was set aside for a special skype exchange at the Luminal gallery, where Olchar had installed an exhibit of visual poetry by contemporary Russian and post-Soviet avant-garde writers/artists, and examples of SLOVA publications and other info were laid out on a table. Though we started out with technical difficulties connecting, we ended up with satisfying performance exchanges with three Russian visual poets/ experimental writers, including Gleb Kolomiets, the publisher of SLOVA and Olchar’s main man who pulled together works for the exhibit, and Oleg Razumovsky, who read a great piece he had written in English. He also reads some of his prose in one of the videos that was shown in the gallery.

VIEW ABOVE for the YouTube playlist of the videos shown! Am not positive of the woman’s name who performed so wonderfully a sound poem with Gleb, but it may have been Inna Kirillova. I was able to read one of my own poems I’d brought along and also performed a short vispo poem I’d only just written. Many of us performed these improvisational readings of vispo written just that morning at the gallery on special “forms” created for the occasion (and available to anyone who wanders into the gallery during MAF) which are promised for publication somewhere, sometime. After the skype session, I felt really good – “opened up” somehow.

Back at Akademgorod Friday afternoon, John did a reading (I requested time to read “Nothing Wavering” before him as well) and three high school students did a comedic play/reading in costume of VIM VOM VIM with the obligatory gargantuan “pause” for which I finally gave up holding my camera/ taking video. They also did a SMASHING OF THE GRAPEFRUIT action which involved a long break for clean-up time afterwards, but was it crazy fun while it lasted! Also, Joe Abel from the UK, who had been busy writing his script during a performance in the window of the building, engaged others to help him perform – Lots of worshiping of the lobster squirted with ketchup, mustard, and thousand-island dressing, and lots people talking at once… most whilst reading Joe’s fugue script in an attempt to distract him from his own discourse about experiences working with mental patients. It was a beautiful pandemic, comedic, colophony of noise/actions… which really sounds like the ultimate goal of Akademgorod, when you think about it. http://joblejabel.wordpress.com/ explains & has photos of fugue script.

 

During the above commotion, off to one side of the room, Aaron Andrews (of our home town of Columbus OH) had been stealthily laying out a two toned, multi-outlined star on the floor made of orange and cranberry nerds that was nearly five feet in diameter. After I’d packed up my props and junk assemblage materials and John had gone off for our car (oops! I left my bowler hat there, but it promised to behave) luckily I caught his nerd crushing performance in this video which I call NERD STAR.

Aaron dedicated his action to Odorous Agrundous, a curious figure which I’ll have to learn more about! His GREEN suit and outrageously colorful shoes were in good form for this task, and some of us were offered a mouthful of (uncrushed) nerds afterwards. (See final photo in above gallery)

 

Yet, STILL TO FOLLOW (I mean, how do you follow NERD STAR?) on stage at the high school was an incredible vocal/percussive performance of URSONATE, the classic noise poem score by Kurt Schwitters, performed by Olchar Lindsann and his younger brother, Chris Lennard. We vastly hope to someday procure a recording of that performance on DVD if Tomislav Butković is able to pull it off. I cannot hope to come close to describing how wonderfully in synch they performed as a team & as individual masters of their chosen media of expertise, and what an excellent contemporary (yet informed by previous masters like Jaap Blonk and Christian Bök and Schwitter’s own performance notes, of course!) interpretation of URSONATE resulted from their efforts!

 

Amazingly enough, there was STILL MORE to come that evening back at Akademgorod, where the space had been cleared away for a performance art piece by Rebecca Weeks and her partner, Ian Whitford (both UK artists) called “A Wing and a Prayer”. I managed to upload an amateurish video to YouTube (which limited me to 15 mins. of footage) that has bits and pieces of that hour long performance. There was only ambient light from one door and some candles on the floor, so my video results are far from perfect, though that lighting was just what the performance required.

I am just so happy to have witnessed it: the slow and entrancing audio, and contrasting but complementary performance techniques by each individual, and real in-depth feelings expressed by the interactions & the built up construction of “A Wing & a Prayer”. We had met Rebecca Weeks and enjoyed her performances in previous years at MAF, and we spoke more with both of them the next day as they were decompressing at Jim and Sue Leftwich’s home.

 

Saturday’s MAF parade was a real people’s parade with a fun percussion beat provided by T.J. Anderson, a local poet/musician/teacher. It began & ended at the community arts & academic high school though rain drops lightly misted over us. I made myself a plastic see-through cape for my shoulders and braved the rest for the sake of my junk assemblage hat. The regularly scheduled after-carnival was moved inside the high school due to this weather – and I was able to set up my “doctor gig/ foot in mouth certificate” routine for a quick examination of half a dozen or so patients, before and after the belly dancers performed in the high school art gallery. One patient, Julián Mathews, even paid me with a serving of vanilla ice cream! In the auditorium on stage was a lively rock band with singers and dancers as well- I think the high school principal was the lead guitarist, though my favorite was the drummer. We had some down time afterwards at Jim’s house to just sit and talk, but we also wrote half a dozen collaborative cinquains, and before we left for Ohio we’d written two more cinquains with our buddies who had assembled for breakfast as early as 8:30 a.m. Sunday just for a final chance to talk & hug (well, and eat too!). All eight cinquains are listed at the end of this blog.

I’m getting ahead of myself, though, as we still had a full night of fun on Saturday night with two after parties! The first one was at Roanoke Art Works (RAW) with offerings of appetizers, desserts, and entertainment by the 2014 MAF version of ROTTY WHAT: Jack Wright on saxophone, John M. Bennett synchronizing his poetry performance with the music, Andrew Drury on percussion, and Claire Elizabeth Barratt improvising energetically and RIGHT ON with dance and a GREEN umbrella solo. (I’m told that last year’s entertainment in this venue was Id M Theft Able.) Claire had also done window performance “It’s a Sign” at Akademgorod earlier in the festival. Her bright orange plastic fence grid dress, with black belt and gloves, was riveting and well accessorized by the window decor of various public signage and mscl. post-it notes Claire put on the window during her performance …. heck, just take a look at my photos here at Flickr from Akademgorod and RAW gallery, and see the video playlist below for Claire’s performance with ROTTY WHAT. She also did a workshop the next day, Sunday, the day we drove back to Ohio. But back to the after party hosted at RAW by artist Max Mitchell… Max had baked and frosted a cake, topped with MAF in sprinkles, and surprisingly John tried a piece. He doesn’t normally like cake, but he praised THIS cake. So, Roanoke, you did good!

Below is a YouTube playlist of all five of my MAF videos:

 

 

2014 MAF CINQUAINS:

hoagie

in the pancake

battered like a wombat

floating in your sandfilled coffee

HODGE-PODGE

 

Hot dog

for percussion

Slap that meaty drum part

Ed chair swollen in water pipes

it in.

 

Above cinquains are by

Evan Damerow (New Zealan), Joe Abel (UK), raBBit, Olchar Lindsann, Tomislav Butković, John M. Bennett, and C. Mehrl Bennett.

The following cinquains are by C. Mehrl Bennett, Jim Leftwich, and John M. Bennett:

 

Lootache

Lake sunk blue tooth

Loot like bunk blank lute late

Foaming was will suited door slam

Limp Like

 

bee bee

Rakatete

Silly like the foot show

Rocketer baby Rocketer’s

Shout soot

 

Acid

Network a seed

Sandy was footless hymn

Billy was a radio man

MANTRA

 

Less ear

More feet and tooth

More or less eye mouth nose

Lapping at the fly shirt’s stone sleeve

Spit pot

 

Port spot

Swoll with dust rain

Make noise with pots and pans

Rakate Rakate bee bee

і Rabey !

 

Ka Ka

Kafka Kafka

Kollapsa Kollapsa

Inuit in it Inuit

Kitchen

 

NOTE: “Kitchen” was added by Jim, who may have been thinking of

Evan Damerow (N. Zealand), of whom Jim Leftwich speaks of in this video:

Click HERE to listenfinest A

eve D
moist Alined D

Written in the car between Columbus and Mt. Vernon, Ohio and performed after Thanksgiving dinner in Mt.Vernon Ohio by Dina Sherman, John M. Bennett, C. Mehrl Bennett, and John Also Bennett (2010)

I.

Brute the choice/ shitting gold leaf
Blow chard/ crush the shirt
Cloud the drift/ shifting dirt
Maintenance guy/ sucking the incandescent

Meat the hamster/ dunk chump
Cheese blat/ fill the turd
Eating the film/ holographic turd
Sprung current/ pointing the out

Salve the knife/ slip sock
Yellow man/ feeling the flick
Race the rabbit/ for rant
Sore wind/ sewing the dink

Seeing the crust/ sugar shack
Open dying-door/ perpetuating the number
Nut the cloud/ clotwurst wind
Dead floor/ ice the pulp

II.

Properly the way/ alias tether
Sink loot/ burn the bone
Laugh the soot/ pink cat
Bring finger/ slipping the slot

Storm the lint/ dug exposure
Daft boot/ climb the foot
Salvage the ham/ feels nice
Moot meat/ sign the pile

Shoot the fact/ lake first
Shelly man/ speak the rainbow
Sea the sill/ too sweet
Grunt stunt/ swivel the my

Scaffolding the shit/ eat grits
Brought worst/ swivel the cloud
Drown the lake/ yaxche comb
Foot lights/ tree the moat

III.

Liver the endowed/ sweet tits
Groaning pool/ worship the nut
Jump the ship/ grow feathers
Frequent flyer/ trust the gnaw

Rend the slot/ blood ash
Flake ketchup/ twirl the custard
Spending the cunt/ French degrade
Consequences stone/ riegn the gray

Faint the ditch/ lake shift
Failure foot/ drool the yawn
Spewing the leaves/ gum worm
Hip squeal/ count the counting

At the which/ continuous bang
Engage stump/ cult the roof
Sock the lunch/ tower drip
String apple/ sink the phlox

IV.

Shout the dirt/ leeking crow
Gun foam/ chair the sore
Fickle the dinner/ bandage noodle
Muck boy/ enter the vortex

Thundering the eye/ butt sky
Beef conduit/ bird the dough
Enter the myst/ public storage
Dwelling tube/ droop the solder

Baste the bottle/ bingo car
Triangle failure/ birth the enormous
Hold the phone/ trying bind
Srunt log/ dump the van

Shaping the pellets/ enter motel
Sorry um/ mingle the wire
Blink the gravel/ plow faucet
Split sign/ split the hand


Cell phone photo by CMB – downtown Columbus Ohio

My Past

Posted: July 8, 2010 in fluxus, poetry
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Note: This list was typed onto Adding Tape, wound onto a spool, and mailed to South America for a mail-art exhibit on April 30, 1983:

My car

My house

My job

My art

My mail

My food

My clothes

My husband

My art

My songs

My sleep

My memory

My glasses

My poetry

My bread

My gas

My ass

My permanent

My piano

My dishes

My work

My hearing

My walking

My touch

My friends

My Falcon

My junk

My room

My chair

My mother

My neighbor

My films

My scissors

My books

My future

My initial

My art

My letter

My feelings

My age

My doctor

My cunt

My pillow

My type

My cleaning

My city

My coffee

My sewing

My hair

My weekend

My money

My stepson

My sisters

My floor

My fingers

My bank

My vacation

My body

My husband

My voice

My street

My coat

My laundry

My stamps

My glue

My tires

My words

My dusting

My visits

My shopping

My savings

My house

My baking

My postcards

My friends

My reading

My brothers

My ring

My rugs

My thread

My pants

My yard

My door

My music

My husband

My dinner

My face

My hangers

My telephone

My answers

My costume

My dancing

My job

My sleep

My robe

My pen

My bending

My aches

My feelings

My sky

My ears

My feet

My chair

My morning

My car

My garbage

My painting

My father

C Mehrl Bennett

(Photo of me taken by my father October 1966)

Find some tape and attach a

ball onto your naked feet.

Start playing football.

This is best accomplished while

sitting in an armchair.

Watching a game on TV.               

 

C Mehrl Bennett  in the manner of Vittore Baroni -Art Detox 2010-

FORMULATING Deborah

Posted: July 8, 2010 in fluxus
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Fenistrated at the foot of an altar to Deborah

Organized a field trip for a pilgrimage to Deborah

Remonstrated over a list of things I’d done with Deborah

Mused over the final draft of this poem dedicated to Deborah

Underestimated the time it’d take to write all this about Deborah

Laughed out loud at silly strange things I’d written here for Deborah (and then)

Ate ALL The Little Debbie Cakes.

(and now for the TING after FORMULA)

This

Is

Not

Genteel poetry.

 

(and now for DEBORAH)

Debbie Cakes CAN be

Eaten

By

Osmosis,

Right?

aH

Ha!

-CMB after SEM after DBC (Formulating Deborah – A Facebook FluXus Game)