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slow light: a collaborative poem

slowshiningnothingnotathing but light space time enough to make Elvises of our selveses the secret is to be not to be like be-nothing-between-all-with-every-every-new-beginning-be-have-you-this-way-going-and-to-where-light-trembling-all-has-been-slowshiningnothingnotathing-but-lightspace-time-enough-like-the-beginning-of-every-end of every Jesus of every Elvis of every Nixon of every Zhou of every John of every Yoko of every Tom of every Dick of every Harry of every one of every end a new beginning a new head line a new head start a new head over heels a new Energizer Bunny munching fried Twinkie with pickles nothing under the sun same old same old atavistic ataboyism singing which of these things is not like the other... yes new a new a new and what remains… is the in-evit-able Abel so... and therefore Cain a new a new a new and what remains is ever ever just the worshipping the pleasepleaseplease oh see me see me oh see me on Facebook oooh see my updated photo see my new baby oh see my bod see my mien see my uncle in his basement see my 50 new friends see my heart attack see my 8 new words -- I am going to go to sleep now see my prayer oh Lord look at me! look at me! look at me just seeee me ElvisJesusGagaElvisJesusBieberElvisGod see me says Cain, so desperate to win by offerings of produce, ferGod’sSake as Abel offers bloody animals while prophets warn what’s really wanted here is MercyMercyMercy, boys and girls or everytime you turnaround there you are in Memphis once again reminded only of your own only image of the only real in true QUADROPHONIC… between you and me, Zhou, it was all downhill after that photo op with Nixon a handshake like the beginning of every end… produce offerings produce penguin dust, I need I need I need penguin dust bring me bring me peace on Facebook bring me all eyes on me bring me slowlight drowning in the water bring me the romance of me beginning that slowlight our givable… dance-every-turn-again-own-own-truesay… be-nothing-between-all... with-everynew… everyevery-newbeginningnew.. new-Twinkiepickles-new-whenever-meme… win-bloody-prophets-heretherebenot-bribes nor BribesOfFrankenstein.. new-next-haveyou...haveyouthiswaygoing-and-to-where ? no-slow-out-you-me-turn-tails-all… beingbeingbeingbeing...One...so-all-is-been-one-soon slowshining-not-a-thing-but-time-enough... or this is the way the world ends those cats just keep going and going, Mao, and the question Joe, is are you are.. or is you ever been… are you hey, ZhouZhou where you gonna go? whoa, no, Zhou, don’t blow shine on your innerElvis, shine it slow play out your best EastWest best WesternEast slow dance til you be me and me be u and conflicts meld like puddles tigers turn into from chasing one anothers’ tails tales told by (you know the rest… full of sound and fury, tale after tale for Music rises higher than money than our piratic age of Vampire Squids than a kid from Tupelo, you know? MoneyMusicVampireMercyNo...flower-nearest-light-light-rattled-go trembling-go-beyond-beyond-go-Zhou...ZhouElvisShmelvis-NothingToSayNow ButMercyMercyMercyBoysAndGirls… mercy! if you can’t dance without making an Elvis of yourself, why dance? --now be clear about it say it in 6 words on Facebook a couple of Twitters in waltztime and a finger to Buddha and Bo tell them it’s time out for jitterbugging to the John nothing more to say-- nothing to say but raise a flower astound the girl next door slowshining no thing just time --no time, no argument no time for argument-- just in time in the shadow of the nearest Bo in broken shadows’ slow light through the Bo through rattled branches of the trembling Bo shade/light and nothing/something, there they go… slow shining even though… beyond the Thus-Gone-One, the Buddha, Yo! Beyond all Elvises, all Nixons. So. Past even Zhou… just let it be. blow, Joe. --no time to argue, post your Bo & blow on FB, post your So and Go on Facebook, post your know on me-- me-- the nearest Bo casting a shadow may not be a tree and if it’s you you want to know play with Zhuangzi, butterfly --oh see me flutter on Facebook-- Just Quadrophonic Mercy, Let It Be! to be be be some and no thing to be the end and yet began the end working to say the sayable answer any never was there a question? any never was there as never any answer in light space time enough time and again… slow shining shining slow --see me shine on Facebook…. stop croaking, nobody, and dance for gods’ sake the secret is there is no (upper case) secret or cats that know don’t tell cats that tell don’t know and nobody knows who is dreaming I’m dreaming, love not I David Breeden, Minneapolis Helen Degen Cohen, Deerfield Charlie Newman, Chicago Steven Schroeder, Chicago Suzanne Seed, Chicago a note on the process
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slow light: a collaborative poem

slowshiningnothingnotathing but light space time enough to make Elvises of our selveses the secret is to be not to be like be-nothing-between-all-with-every-every-new-beginning-be-have-you-this-way-going-and-to-where-light-trembling-all-has-been-slowshiningnothingnotathing-but-lightspace-time-enough-like-the-beginning-of-every-end of every Jesus of every Elvis of every Nixon of every Zhou of every John of every Yoko of every Tom of every Dick of every Harry of every one of every end a new beginning a new head line a new head start a new head over heels a new Energizer Bunny munching fried Twinkie with pickles nothing under the sun same old same old atavistic ataboyism singing which of these things is not like the other... yes new a new a new and what remains… is the in-evit-able Abel so... and therefore Cain a new a new a new and what remains is ever ever just the worshipping the pleasepleaseplease oh see me see me oh see me on Facebook oooh see my updated photo see my new baby oh see my bod see my mien see my uncle in his basement see my 50 new friends see my heart attack see my 8 new words -- I am going to go to sleep now see my prayer oh Lord look at me! look at me! look at me just seeee me ElvisJesusGagaElvisJesusBieberElvisGod see me says Cain, so desperate to win by offerings of produce, ferGod’sSake as Abel offers bloody animals while prophets warn what’s really wanted here is MercyMercyMercy, boys and girls or everytime you turnaround there you are in Memphis once again reminded only of your own only image of the only real in true QUADROPHONIC… between you and me, Zhou, it was all downhill after that photo op with Nixon a handshake like the beginning of every end… produce offerings produce penguin dust, I need I need I need penguin dust bring me bring me peace on Facebook bring me all eyes on me bring me slowlight drowning in the water bring me the romance of me beginning that slowlight our givable… dance-every-turn-again-own-own-truesay… be-nothing-between-all... with-everynew… everyevery-newbeginningnew.. new-Twinkiepickles-new-whenever-meme… win-bloody-prophets-heretherebenot-bribes nor BribesOfFrankenstein.. new-next-haveyou...haveyouthiswaygoing-and-to-where ? no-slow-out-you-me-turn-tails-all… beingbeingbeingbeing...One...so-all-is-been-one-soon slowshining-not-a-thing-but-time-enough... or this is the way the world ends those cats just keep going and going, Mao, and the question Joe, is are you are.. or is you ever been… are you hey, ZhouZhou where you gonna go? whoa, no, Zhou, don’t blow shine on your innerElvis, shine it slow play out your best EastWest best WesternEast slow dance til you be me and me be u and conflicts meld like puddles tigers turn into from chasing one anothers’ tails tales told by (you know the rest… full of sound and fury, tale after tale for Music rises higher than money than our piratic age of Vampire Squids than a kid from Tupelo, you know? MoneyMusicVampireMercyNo...flower-nearest-light-light-rattled-go trembling-go-beyond-beyond-go-Zhou...ZhouElvisShmelvis-NothingToSayNow ButMercyMercyMercyBoysAndGirls… mercy! if you can’t dance without making an Elvis of yourself, why dance? --now be clear about it say it in 6 words on Facebook a couple of Twitters in waltztime and a finger to Buddha and Bo tell them it’s time out for jitterbugging to the John nothing more to say-- nothing to say but raise a flower astound the girl next door slowshining no thing just time --no time, no argument no time for argument-- just in time in the shadow of the nearest Bo in broken shadows’ slow light through the Bo through rattled branches of the trembling Bo shade/light and nothing/something, there they go… slow shining even though… beyond the Thus-Gone-One, the Buddha, Yo! Beyond all Elvises, all Nixons. So. Past even Zhou… just let it be. blow, Joe. --no time to argue, post your Bo & blow on FB, post your So and Go on Facebook, post your know on me-- me-- the nearest Bo casting a shadow may not be a tree and if it’s you you want to know play with Zhuangzi, butterfly --oh see me flutter on Facebook-- Just Quadrophonic Mercy, Let It Be! to be be be some and no thing to be the end and yet began the end working to say the sayable answer any never was there a question? any never was there as never any answer in light space time enough time and again… slow shining shining slow --see me shine on Facebook…. stop croaking, nobody, and dance for gods’ sake the secret is there is no (upper case) secret or cats that know don’t tell cats that tell don’t know and nobody knows who is dreaming I’m dreaming, love not I David Breeden, Minneapolis Helen Degen Cohen, Deerfield Charlie Newman, Chicago Steven Schroeder, Chicago Suzanne Seed, Chicago a note on the process

sarah webb | let there be light

In this story, there was sun from the beginning always and only now and ever shall be but ecstasy too can pall and grass cannot always be growing. When men stood up and could speak, more than cattle give tongue or wolves howl, they complained of thirst and heat and the blowing dust. They lay in the shadow of big rocks and refused to do anything. Don’t want to work up a sweat, they said. The children cried, I’m tired, I’m hot, it’s glittery! and their parents said, yeah, we didn’t want to say so, but really! At last the god thought better of it and he drew from his shadow night, said sleep, said, all right then. But even then those folks complained. We’re not ready to go to bed, it’s boring, can you tell us a story? So he gave them dreams.
lightSarah Webb is not presently teaching any classes after her retirement from the University of Science and Arts of Oklahoma, and she just resigned as Poetry and Fiction Editor for Crosstimbers. She is still a co-editor of Just This, the Zen arts magazine for the Austin Zen Center, but presently is feeling free. She’s on the road until September, her poetry collection Black is coming out this summer from Virtual Artists Collective, and the world feels new. Her website is bluebirdsw.blogspot.com.

a note on the process

What you see when you visit "as one does...," journeys, or "slow light..." on spherical tabby is the current revision of a collaborative file that resides in "the cloud." Each of the collaborators is free to revise that file by adding, editing, reorganizing -- anything one can do with a typical word processing file. The revision shows up almost immediately on spherical tabby. As one of the collaborators said early in the process, this is a bit like an exquisite corpse with visible submissions. But it departs from the "traditional" corpse in that every participant can not only add lines but also treat the entire poem as his/her own. One effect of this is that the current revision you see on screen may sometimes look very much like a poem written by the collaborator who last edited it. So the poem can change dramatically from one viewing to the next. But it can also change in more subtle ways -- the replacement, subtraction, or addition of a single word, for example, or a change in punctuation. We think the result is an interesting window on the process of revision as well as the process of collaboration. One of the things we are looking for is the emergence of a common voice that preserves the individual voices of the contributors -- a choral composition. We are also interested in using freely available tools to facilitate collaboration among poets and other artists. We hope you find the experiment interesting, and we welcome your comments.

dana heifetz | there is no time

There is no time nor space for poetry, not here, where the air is so dense and the light - so violent. Language finds it hard to survive here. At times, people too. I miss poetry. I miss you.
Dana Heifetz is an Israeli fiction and poetry writer, who published so far short stories and poems (in Hebrew) in the Israeli journals Achshav, Moznayim, Iton 77, Gag, Hasadna, alongside a poem in the online anthology Blueberry Rain and Chocolate Snow (Edited by Steven Schroeder and Sou Vai Keng). She's also a philosopher, a human-rights lawyer and an editor of non-fiction books.