Violin Plot Shows Just Random Noise When There Are No Data

Wikipedia Poem, No. 594

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          december march )         was a      french
december 
march
) chromoluminarism and of quality 
was 
chromoluminarism and a draftsman he         
is noted for logical abstraction for his extreme 
and 
for his innovative          use of 
la grande jatte
( altered 
to be opposed 
to direction         
for his innovative usually 
supposed to be opposed to the    icons of quality 
chromoluminarism and delicate 
19th-century media 
for logical abstraction 
for logical abstraction   
for logical   abstraction of mind
his large-scale work
a sunday afternoon of the mind

Schicchi, Capocchio and Torpedo Girl

Wikipedia Poem, No. 568

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Americana in Sunset

“Having failed on two occasions to win the Prix de Rome (1848 and 1849), Bouguereau was hungry for revenge.”

in one show 
the graphic novel enters 
formation with 
the circle one cerchio yoshio sawai-published language

          by 
illustrations 
   self-referent 
   it is in it is it is it in is it

this botches innocence
innocent humor uses 
        puns the virgil 
        end up ended up one

allies rebels record players
fan formal teen girls beautiful
in the original japanese 
anime fiume flegetonte

Augustin Pajou with Fragile, White Stalk on Prime Time

Wikipedia Poem, No. 560

Augustin Pajou, alt. version (detail)

“I’ll just call this what it is / My vanity gone wild with my crisis” Josh Tillman

apala your head on fox 1997
prevarititians somewhat sorry conocybe
apala your head on the orderlies (eric payne r
and when pam’s (tichina arnold center
crazy twin cousin tammy comes to visit
she doesn’t realize she doesn’t realize
she escaped from a man acts against white dunce
cap too long in the orderlies (eric payne r
and white dunce cap too long in the orderlies (eric payne r
and white dunce cap too long in the lake
tammy comes to visit she doesn’t realize she escaped from a man
acts against white dunce cap too long in the lake
tammy comes to take tammy away

comes to visit she doesn’t realize she doesn’t
realize she doesn’t realize she doesn’t realize
she doesn’t realize she doesn’t realize she
doesn’t realize she doesn’t realize she escaped from
a mental hospital but when pam’s (tichina arnold center
crazy twin cousin tammy come to visit she doesn’t escape

from a mental hospital but when pam’s (tichina arnold center
crazy twin cousin tammy comes to visit she doesn’t realize

she doesn’t realize she
doesn’t realize she doesn’t
she doesn’t she really doesn’t

Superior Temporal Sulcus

Wikipedia Poem, No. 531

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“‘I saw two worms pass / next to a bone’ / my father said / He was dead and we were simply talking” Iana Boukova

say goodbye   search 
our   she leaves, yes
but   ground our sexual distributions   also
   primate study 
published   scarfskin to oil; sinew, turpentine  
in areas 
    of religious questions   she, through the arches 
away from spilled wealth   reaction anything into buddhistory 
scientists are we hard 
dawkins an early controlling — 
even the arches blooming   and 
        to emerge field professor   with forwardness 
who had no 
knowledge of being   away, away

      — 73 percent of australia’s territory — more 
      y 
         than x two million 
a single copy of 
      square million square million   shift
shift      work is best when artwork 
square   spaces of otherness
is done
         million 
      i cease 
          square million square   distant annealing horizon
   to existence; 
million square million square 
candle light reaching into her   you can   me, suddenly lipidinous
million   hungering
      record
      square million 
snippets   try to write her name with dark
     people
middle 
      the mountains of    energy shivers
class stupidity like neon cherries hang from what once was a piece
  the mountains 
tree like neon cherries
          of australia's
hang 
from 
       a pear tree

Remedios Varo (Pentagram)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 526

— juggling for
the cadillac having gawked
lustfully at sulkclouds
each
capped by a bichon frise

cadillac
having been gawked at lustfully
by lions and
this confident slow
heart a stepstage i

am the raspberry cloak
frambuesa
juggling for the cadillac having
lusted after loves
each

capped by sulkclouds each
capped by lions and this confident slow
heart
a stepstage
i am a mage-logician

with nimble fingers
and this confident slow heart
a stepstage i am the cadillac
having
tasted lust in gawkertown —

Praise Uncontrollable Gruesome

Wikipedia Poem, No. 519

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“For either to have expressed desire, to have / reached, would have been to offer the object of desire // power. It could not be done.” Frank Bidart

let me tell you a secret:
i’ve discovered something
in the conveniences of
mass consequence to ensure
mine would continue to bear
neutral

green leather black light
pitches back
leather clutch discovers light black
leather
clutch discovers
something wild
rushing in
cow sacrifices its skin to ensure mine

the new world bears
a neutral green light black leather
rolls back

leather pitches back leatherette that
participation with the fender of
the sacrifices

of

the sun and squeezes
loud lives
conveniences of a motorcycle

what i mean to say is
the convenience of the barking
bike living alive and dies

leather
pitches backwards to
stay here

Gesang (Self-Portrait Reclining on Couch)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 493

marcus

society divorces language, language divorces meaning, exultation divorces exhalation

          cunt
         plush red 
velvet 
   dune on 
      finger
on backs of knee 
   aquatic cunt 
 
at 
night 
at 
        verisimilitude light at 
 
everything from 
        mirror ocean in motion
        of cunt 
      at night at verisimilitude light at 
 
         sand spills across desert sand spills 
         across     on 
          backs of knee 
 
a black back
aquatic cunt
      coral velvet 
  dune on 
crunch 
        coral 
curtain plush
cunt 
       everything 
         from 
      mirror 
         ocean 
  in motion
of 
cunt
crunch
cunt spills across 
desert sand spills across
   mirror ocean in 
motion
         of cunt everything 
from 
      
the
      chorale velvet dune 
        on

Proof You Can Write A Poem You’ve Never Read (Basquiat)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 479

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My art is that of my father: / even among stinking shepherds, bean- / brained as the flocks they tend, our / sausages are known. The old man / sits in back, ruined in his bones, a scold.” August Kleinzahler

painting of 
a face in a 
skull 
         brought $1105 million-plus 
      club in the work it 
        was 
taken the 
sixth 
        most 
  had 
        been guaranteed to buyer the 
shape 
of 
      a face 
   in the room on basquiat least for 
sotheby’s 
to make 
same 
least four bidders on 
   basquiat that’s not 
exactly a thrillionaire who over in 
       the 
sixth most had to buyer 
   the phones 
and important 
     painting bidders on basquiat’s 
not exactly a 
         thrillionaire who oversees japanese business 
developmentat 
sotheby’s 
to 
make oversees japanese business devel at sotheby’s 
in the first work ever sold at sotheby’s to become the shape of 
a skull brought 
$1105 million of a 
         skull 
         set an expensive 
   work ever 
in the first 
work 
         ever sold 
          at sotheby’s 
in the shape 
of a sales room said larry 
    warhol 
      it was yusaku 
         maezawa a japanese business 
development four bidders 
          on 
  basquiat the 
room punctuated but the 
work had 
been guaranteed to make oversees japanese business 
developmentfour bidders on 
      basquiat last four 
       bidders on the rarefied $100 million at the 
sixth most had 
        to see if i was 
         hunched oversees 
      japanese billion-plus 
     club in a skull set an artist beating 
bidders on basquiat collector i almost had to make oversees japanese 
    business 
development 
at sotheby’s in hong kong kong kong kong 
against 
      that’s vibranteed to sell brought $1105 million-plus club 
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Stock Art Beef Broth Bass Player

Wikipedia Poem, No. 478

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“to show a woman the depth and purity of your love what you have to do is something drastic and stupid … i was a young writer once and here is a song about a guy who travels someplace with a gun.” John Darnielle

what you think!
         cohesive essay 
       what obscure track 
tricks from a guitar darnielle's for going on 
fifteen years now 
        maybe a bit of sweet fruit 
more than i imagined 
         to do with a pencil and early in contrast time 
i 
heard once that the importance of 
what happened is realizing that a 
    half-measure is but one of autotune 
a much derided to 
entrust his songs 
  i remember fondly the twelve bar 
back of a guy 
        in late-night 
         post-production voices led to sour platforms should 
come bar blues from 
         an acolyte of an 
acolyte of rap i imagined  
saying that obscure travers 
that asymmetrical little bead 
that twelve back 
from a guy on the internet 
         blogs led 
     by craven narcoleptics