Partial ingredients: beautiful, and she slow floats through amped-up action | advertising truths and lies battle it out with love | gentle horned red/white/black beasties cavort, drive | okinawa small industry hammers hard, but the duck and buffalo are non-responsive | s/he survive the experiment and generously deliver their feathers | the music thinks up the patterns, you consume them, alright | quiet now, clicky, the ballerina responds to the spanish man | whispered revelations, he honors the spider, reflects on the disco ball | to finish, the broccoli crystals seep green
Partial ingredients: robot-riding caterpillars trash shadowland, wearing skivvies | probably not really a sheriff in-betweener | dang: jazzy little anthead/bean dance, woop! | that little cube wants to be with its people, her letting the taffy tube stop in canât be good | always all about the greenlight and its shadows | follow the kelpie noodles to the pipestone; youâre there | when the tennies hit the wire, your visit is o-o-over | butterhouse rocks: inside, quite a mobile little world | in venice, the women moisturize late at night at the doors of the cathedral
Partial ingredients: Liquid highrises stiffen up; then, chagallian beauty mosaics | pow, b-b-bad white-on-black lines erupt, it's fun | who's the patient in pain? hurtles down the hall, the oily eye doesn't like what it sees/feels | saturated family: dad comes home, mom's soaping sinksful, sis ecstatic with her new pearls, all on first take | sort of future spybusiness in cheap suits; it's retrogear on parade; eat your apples | 3 orbs chase, text imposes | agents of the future assemble an accretion collage; politics and paint point the way away | neon clockworks twitchin' for ya | one more pigeon on the planet; this one heading into the groc shop for mayo and milk (soy); v. odd
Partial ingredients: we fleet of feet; what do we see? market bustle-rama, cola placement, boy ninja, flight information | home neighborhood office, with meat and happy technology, some tentacled foodstuffs. consume this, fill the void | blue monkey mediation of german wall text; throw in bedded camel | something bad has happened in yellowland | see how trucks and many other things are made; put them in place | centrally orbiting highspeed objects
Partial ingredients: cannibal eyes; trust her and she's yours for now | fragmentary servings of the whole; orderly oscillation time | cosmonaut launches into fugue state with arm accompaniment at 5 psi | dawdling city, we say, thrusting up in her nighttime; but lickable bright, and ours | longitudinally fresh, with no angle of attack, this map-bound time gizmo satisfies all the more
Partial ingredients: it's a bath of light and texturization, hop in | dare ya not to keep singing "take it on the run" with the red-eyed birds and bubblegum boys | in here, cars and more are kept, each portal unique, a lovely set of doors; 99? | couldn'Ât we all just be him, congealed of the chaff of memories/hopes/documentation | momma's best stemware takes a beating; sound at the heart of it | C3PO gets to work, shakes 'em down LA-style, hits the beach too | it piles on, the paint, the pics, the paper | to close, a prayer to think; it'Âs flare to ink
Enter the world of Thomas Lynch, a poet and an undertaker, whose family for three generations has cared for both the living and the dead in a small Michigan town. In this scene from “The Undertaking,” coming October 30, 2007 to PBS, Lynch reads a passage from his essay “Tract,” an imagining of the direction of his own funeral. “Tract” is an essay from Lynch’s book “The Undertaking: Life Studies from the Dismal Trade.” To watch more video previews from “The Undertaking,” read how Lynch came to write the essay “Tract,” and background information on the making of the documentary, visit http://www.pbs.org/frontline/undertaking/ . Watch “The Undertaking” on air and online beginning Tuesday, October 30, 2007 on PBS and at http://www.pbs.org/frontline
Partial ingredients: city scrapers not rightside-up, right-to-left, but the flute soothes | progress monitor scans/sorts the azure bits of future craft, likely | doug-and-mary chips ting/tong the beat, keys and gears, too; heart of what you hear here | and hair of what your head had; slippered away, molt in sepia dream time | easy: ribbons and beachwind, easy | 70s retro-politics accrete in concrete tunnel: bremer/wallace, mcgovern/couch, nixon/chou en-lai; finally: shadows on the wall, still
Partial ingredients: vowing never again to lick the bottom of an aquarium, he does | a map of your morning; beyond | various dancing parts of her | is it is it is it not origami? | sex education with hardware and humor | maybe large static, twitchy diamonds, maybe both, with whisper-thin oration squeezing through; white wisdom
Partial ingredients: kindergarten, grownups; slumber party playtime w/bubbles, balloons; candycolors (mis)remembering the haight | evolution of the strands; grow from grayscale to godlike, tiny tubes to tumult; always slinky at the core?
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