Olchar E. Lindsann is a writer, theorist, publisher, historian, teacher, performer, archivist, organiser, and translator, dedicated to the formation, maintenance, and transformation of marginal countercultures. A co-founder of the International Post-NeoAbsurdist Collective, he is also actively engaged with Fluxus, Neoism, the Eternal Network, and many other radical and avant-garde projects internationally. He is the editor of mOnocle-Lash Anti-Press, and of the print periodicals Rêvenance and The In-Appropriated Press. The author or co-author of 40 books of critical and social theory, verse, historiography, performance scores, visual poetry, polemic, and collage, Lindsann has performed and lectured extensively in the US and the United Kingdom. He maintains several archives of contemporary and historical countercultures. Lindsann teaches cross-disciplinary Humanities classes, writing and history at a progressive school in Roanoke, Virginia.
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1. Present Passtion
(Grabbing bits of
Bennett's la mierda de siempre in passing)
Does friendship so
small it
don't ceasexist with a
present
Must it begin before
death?
but “live in the past” you death?
Present the and the Absent the,
Must exercise Death and
the Present
past happened such irksome
already it don't control our over
Potential, the not happened yet
Present and the Past,
the Present
And why exist you “live in the
it don't loves and alliances?
this bracketing of the already
Present future” has passed
Can those who with Death?
when are you are not Present
when are you yet act? Can
writing this la mierda? between
there be inmortal no
intercourse
exist future Potential and the Past?¿
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2. Breath
Fiber
arc covenant lacework of mendicant
reverberations
over
an alzheimer boulevard of shoelaces sways in lurch or
grins
or
the isosceles ventricle is panting for conversant inspiration
shins
or
cautiously or open to every globe of
honey that
settles on the lobe that
tentatively rehearses every
radiant cloak bat ripple word that
wafts a breath of
affectionate deviation like clenched obscure into
the air
which hunches against the preened
walls with its numb hands clenched like the brains of ostriches
in
its pockets
as you know as
you know that
the velvet vibration of a tumultuous
particle delicate single
of syntactic
weight
wins or
dances or
weeps or
shrieks or
makes a ruffles gesture vaguely
reminiscent of the final flick of a wrist of an ecstatic reservation or
grins or
(slightly)
where is all of this going
is going is
wandering vaguely upward
(obscure)
toward the moon
this weight in the air
vaguing wanderly
(slightly)
toward
(obscure)
toward toward
wait
(toward)
in the moon
in the sun
in the moon
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3. Loon Leader
by
Olchar Lindsann, Victor Hugo & Kilgore Trout
~#~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“s commerce frightened at systems; it is
the merchant
who wants to sell; it is the tumult which
terrifies the
counting-house; it is the shopkeeper armed
to defend hi”
–Victor Hugo, Preface to The
King's Diversion (1832).
“artilaginous
stalk ran out from each
hole horizontally for a few inches and then
abr”
–Kilgore Trout, Venus on a
Half-Shell (1974)
#~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~$~
The period of political The natives
curious.
loon tires.
when all acts of despotism inflated skins with
part consisted of trated by ideas of
fast in July, 1830; which grew from
three great advances ered with a hard shell
contained the brain Now in the march of
out of breath, sexual systems.
these generous, was a round hole.
go on. each hole horizontally
abruptly curved straight, and give them
these of all that approximately two feet
tests, in two eyes
comprehend, Halfway down each
afraid of new ideas. flash a light like a
firefly's
ruffled by theories. for illumination and
it
is the merchant turns.
fies the counting-Simon thought they
leader
project himself.
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4. Redwood
she counts
victuals for addiction
like eht llab-eye
wrangling with the pips of the cat
or ring-worm
only selling can lump this severing
a smile-wretch,
miles of limping like the turpentine slurping the
lake-side
and wriggling float on
a flabby tuesday
dewang and
deripsnoc
the scales of mourning
are ramps to a ripple
and fit
like the retlews of
canaries
eht bangles, red
ovens, rats, fruits to his grin of elation
like the loon
that euchre rhymes with your crib
it wastes
the milk through spilling
carbines in
candied scents
princes, plovers,
bourgeois ringers, net-casters,
and listerine of popping tactics
it contains a beam of wild lances
like a word
that hooks
an evolving
omelette
and a second's
edict on opal or doors
of metric lice which are ranged or wrecked on the skill of old dents
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5. Fantascide
a touch
here there a
subordinate detail claused thus
build a
world a spray
across the
crowd so flay
en ex-position modifier thus
we strafe
eht polisbone
so hurri
cane the gunman
pace the so in in-cremental thus
in fusion
pixel slay so settle
borderly
et bullet like in dian
ghosted dancing only what you see thus
existent
pitched upon the
gamble on
the neon sill you see
alone whats limned in words et trigger thus
