letters #7

In the evening, always my father out there behind the pane
low emissivity glass, a clang getting back to bed
in the briefest moment of
my droppedvguard, an indian tobacco
and the back door coincided at once
and the fire was lit and we struck it out
having the confidence of none
there, this man, named bobby -- elsewhere, names dumbed
       who in realty made a slight fortune,
whereas I, in my grey briefs sat on an upturned bucket
and made no glances at my father
blew out the smoke, god, in defiance of it and him
      staring, having only the nerve to stare
at the string of ash
made my point -- which never in English
         was sharp enough
nor in Cantonese
and marked my X on the newly settled cement
white from the NE sun here, where y rs ago, ARTES was set in stone
now weather be cool
and father be silent
and butts go into the trrash
and the microwave humsn in place of real talk

hours later the cooling evening which persists, cooing Fall
and autumn and low light
still he clangs and squeals metal
and I, up here in my tower, imbibe in grapefruit vodka
and make my gun metal rattle off poems     trusting that my mother
    will hear it, even in the kitchen when the exhaust fans run
and calls me down to dinner.
Knocks over at my door.eat, eat and eat, and eat
and eat eat eat  ,  and having eatened  come down again
when there is more to eat
the c   van door slams shut, ad I can hear every step in the house
by the pace of steps alone
I'm boiling within my stomach
having not eaten, finish ,
and decide to head down
to eat.

letters #6

ain't through done cryin' just yet, and the crumb mag stood
wreckless wriggly with lines
wasted by the white
     man who
sat dumbfounded by all these damn lips
oh broad and south
                and further lipped
with fuschia staches! give em that kip
wearing white and we stood, out by strawberry st.
the mgr, one of the many (his brother
       who owned it all,
         but not me, hoo booooiiiii
cried out  !  Quyen! the fuck
    with a question lilt
I and Adam Clark who was the then baker,
married a gorgeous woman and had us steaks in w philly
far enough and tall enoughh
but this be paul's, what, third forty, fourth flank
by the day!
the next evening I stood in the office
where a plate of empty lamb bones stcuk out
and pointed to the calendar
and had me a coon8s raise
brother garces, tappity tap tap and he was like whut????
   hahahahahah  machine gunned laughter ratatata myself out
only to find
a left to the body

anda right
and a nudda rite
and a big hook!

               snap!!









                         the nex t shift everyone was sad to see me go.

letters #5

sun the maddening, the sun who caws
being only proficient in English
  the household   f three
and the one, moon face child that sat out
in thedesert scape
with the black scion

feeling compelled, ever always, to reach back
and I, further, hurried along checks
in the work weeks to her, moon
  child, with the ink of me
and the wind chime  hat came wrapped in newspaper
and which, now sits,
among the cumbers that grow thick hairs
giving one particularly large one to the old neighbords
wrapped in newspaper so that the hairs wouldn't stick
intonyou like fiberglass

yeh
not
bad




   and not so very bad

we talked further apart at the top of the stair
only with a third-quarter
face halved by the shadows of

letters #4

If one stops to rest he and she must rot
at the end of a long trail which rose  by the sharp morning
         sun a dead buck
charles baudelaire came by it and took a knee, everrhe
      the woodsman, perfumed and gripping a cane wrought with knots
stared lovingly at the maggots that write out of the beasts'
head and body, and beautiful spindly legs like the
broken table on the wall of the white garage,
  up in new paltz now, no longer french man that wipes a clock and other
gidgets with a rusty colored rag, sells me an antique lighter, 7 for it,
         5 I offered, if he had butane, but he hadn't
      not the right kind, anyway,
there within the cluttered attic I slouched and saw many
      things of waste, circus glass that she collects, the sister
by god the ugli ness of it all, and made offers, and consulted me
on Chinese haggling skills
I gave her the full course in less than three minutes
and she made off with a fair deal.
and the youngin, the g irl much like beb, but smaller
    sat and watched her father preside over this golden hill
avoided the notice of the playboys and cassettes

                     that i noticed
and picked up an ol straight razor,
    whatcha got there, boy?not much!
  just a few whsikers at a glance and I thought
       boy?

well it was rude and off I made with the japanese made lighter
         and gave it to Sean who doesn't use it now in LA

it's jumpin' I told her, no frowns, from Monday
    if you'd believe in the spoon thats being held
  flats meh'd it at me,
                                                                (not to be includeed!)



                                 she was damn hungee

letters #3

--and although there is continuous damage
the shore grasses up and pulls the ching the clang the ding
the armor of the further hurled, sprawls there for we
         to see and hear, thereby the girl who stayed behind raises
               up
             a left ear--
a right that bewitches me
has by September saved no soul and sound which
holds powers over us and walks
the length of buildings, to   to
       too close to bear the attack of!
  who is the switch.

plane drones and the typist smokes
and the bitter melon coagulates in the pot overnight.
there, tim is sick and holds no grudges, but makes no messages by bottle
and by continued sickness leads me out
and by father's insistence, leads me back
here there is no god and southern oscars swim up to the surface
with color-enhancing cichlid food he sinks again and
forgets.
always the damn fish forgets who fed him.
and returns to the plastic forest


there. there the guise is revealed, witha key and striker
2638 miles across, 76 windows, 77 geysers, 2 cloven hooves
          that the priest dares not eat for the sake of the devil that resides
          behind fenced gates, chewing straw.
              7 pairs of shoes
   3 dresses she only had
yellow of my skin and hair and shirt, with
a cheap pair of headphones strewn between my selves and
    her, on the blue metro, that rung, and sung late into the
night of neighbor mexico
50th st and junction that steels
remnants, SEEE, still there it stays
frightful to think about, but a drink and moon
by her neck hurled herbs
that relaxes the brain and ears
so that I can hear her think ... there I crab-walked the hell out
after the boys, sneakily, snuck stew into their bellies
and made it a point to never go back

until one of them did and the seal had broken
as cabs, xxxxx often return purses and wallets
and the bus that leaves a shadow by the side
once, a wheel came off
and we slept with the lights on
and by the arch in WSQ her black hair
& grey stone
touched me by the water
and made all my hairs shrug

drank a root beer, later

letters #2

When the war came
we made posts about it

                  here in the truckscape we pulled up to each
front bumper and spit and made shine
and casted pot pies over bridges

'here ya go, duckies!'

and they swam around them, starving
and we in glee smoked and watched them all
as one ducked

and there is any    --     another thing he has in mind
solace from one's neighboring wife, wuz her name, in the nigh t
                  that  ,  by a cat if she was one, fat
       lorrie and the gate of dominion
which she ruled, if ever, over a weed tree
         out of control,
and shucked them over to us, where my father,
     always on the defense, threw up his arms and put them
     to screws to cameras, that hung up like chinese lanterns
oh you can spot them if you've the sense, and the wall, head over
the garage like the yellow spark and the side of the broad boat that
slips, merrily, there the night where two bikes,
got stole, and as we shoulda stole
     her
the bitch if she was one, slammed the coin on the couch and make
                                                                              no sense, or sound
and mike helps himself to the slices and there were these guys, wiseacres
that let him in front somehow, and by just pure courtesy which is
limited in the city of spots, of which I endearingly term spots
have a molly there and they groaned aloud when all the slices were gone
but that wings were rotten and as were the health benefits
but need no matter we sung and shaved and sullied ourselves with the
   ending of famous films
forrest
and fuh rers
fussing over it, yearly, the skoals
and smoking the ant that went again by greyhound, abreast to matt kremer
7am the mourning station to climb the apple trail
and I asked him what he did most often at nights, any reading material?
and he replied, no not really you just set up camp and get that rest
    for the
              next morning.
                  sucking sponges and moss with gusto
for water and other valuable .....liquids.





i shook his hand and he sung out about blood and odors
and wanted a beer nearing 2 in the morning and I had
my head up to the ceiling almost, and needed
      to squeeze myself out of there.
it xxxhad gotten stuffy and hot
and i felt that the cigarette in my mouth was truly
causing me to die.

letters #1

"How xhall he who is not happy,
who has been so made unclear,
who is no longer privileged to be
at ease,"

  in a sort of hell how, out of trace and necessary garden where the branches
made done as snow flakes who cannot be done, who could, disarm
            decanted the sufficient spare
               the wilderness, and be changed
black convent
how can he make the points in size for a chimp
  a beak slave and a wagon thistles moving plush--pushes
                toward the headland and the fort spits them out
  stay a sheep as she does, unlimbed by her nerves
       a rhuby that grows to his feet and honey-bones dissolve
     where altogether is too much to remember, raises himself up
  again under the fixed palm,  the  , the who
                  congee picked my mother, luckily mornings
laid open and the chopped chives garlic of spin and won
         headlines, my father he who brought it home close to the
  chest and shouted, 'damn' and ragged hisself to the frail
depth of the forehead and behind the green, shade of decibels the
        mourning the five sixes and the touch spot,
tig and mig welds he taught to me, in bitings of shorts
         in smoke of wicked fires that launched a thousand million
ragged flies, turned to us, and had the electrodes melt away, stuck often
in the makings on one hell steel, non longer lush and speaking
and awkward the shade settles over our brows
and felt, the m
the blinding m(
a rotted place
the immigrants of steel head here the grinder, upside
              down it is often loaded by the son and he was I, there, in the
field of bites, paradise that waited in the cold room electric by nature
deduced by the gals and the woman who stills remains unloved by me, stays
in the city northward and showing the soil of my
      bones that crossed hea ily
stronger away, always the free--
as he is, as she is, as lovers do, as woolen suits, as crooning
mouths and frothing    who will do as told without wavering the branch
even in the lit room and what was once a beautiful face
speaks unto me, blinded the four o clock return, punch
                    clock and card gets made and hurts until
until it hurts
and the whistling spells
out in the cement, again, in the yard
where there are no flowers of
but only plants of use,
as I, my father has me put to it,
cut a frame of a basement door and stoppage
the water in withers thats drive slowly
counts, counts, freezes
    who will be given that? a wrist movement, which too slow will get the
spot weld stuck, our black faces we looked into each other by the side
  and wherever I ever encounter such a hard and blinding spot, such as sun
such as moon killing and base surprise have me outward by the knees
    biting at me, skeeters in the daytime, young brisk felines
             shoulders it through the gate.

How To Run A Successful Tourny

There, first, are different types of tournies:
classified as Open, Invitational, or Closed.
You would want to plan a schedule, first and foremost
the follow ng chart is a guide for what needs to be done:

the action        --        when to arrange
confirm the playing site - 1 yr - 6 mo
get commercial sponsorship - same dates , about a yr to 6 mos
choose some good friends as committee members ( this would take
about a day if you've got plenty good friends on hand )

Make draws, mail entry blanks, tourny reports, etc. . .
You may want to limit the events by age.
you got your juniors and you got  yr seniors

junior events: ever want   o separate the boys and girls
     under 18 or 16 or 14, whatever, make sure to account
for if someone's birthday falls on the first day of the tourny!

Seniors: Seniors over 40, Esquires over 50, Veterans over 70

Make sure to include entry fees to cover the costs of running the tourny
and should also provide a reasonable amount of play time for the costs.
Make sure to have a refund policy in place.

Now, we're getting there. Let's talk prize money.
Cash awards can be used to attract players from around the country
and, as in other sports, award excellence. Make sure you pay them.
Failure to pay advertised cash prizes may be grounds for denial of
sanction for future tournies and/or other disciplinary action.

You can have trophies too. For juniors singles and novices, and doubles
don't forget about doubles!

Tourny Format:
The format for a tourny or event in a tourny can be a KNOCKOU  T
single or double elimination, round robin, Swiss (chz)
              or a combo of these formats, whats suiting you at   he moment
single elim in tourny is the most common format
double elim is a practical format to determine a winner and a runner-up
round robins ensure  hat every player plays every other player in the event
which is good for making friends.
It is very popular with most players. Particularly lower-rated or unrated
players. The smaller the group size, the fewerxx matches required.

The Swiss System

7.d. The Swiss System an be used to find a winner in fewer rounds than a
round robin or other pudgy, circular birds or formats.
By successively pairing playerx with similar records so the top
players eliminate each other until only one is deaf     defeated.

However, this format is seldom sanctioned and used because of its
dangerous xxxxxx nature. Best go with the single or double elim
more darwinian. The disadvantage is the absence
                 and suspense
              of a "final match"

One Star
TV Coverage. The USATT retains the r ghts to TV for all sanctioned tournies.

TWO Stars
Each player must sign, quickly, several waivers of liability to compete.

Three Star
Provide a free clinic if you're generous.

Now here is a tourny sanction checklist you may wish to glance over.
Make sure there is a NAME!
a DATE! and a SPONSOR!
The star ratings should be included. You'll need the name of the referees
the words, "ALL USATT REGULATIONS APPLY"
(brand) tables
'(brand) balls
(type of) flooring
(brand) nets
lots of colors
clothing that is in accordance with USATT dress code
umpire and rating fees
 hone entry policy
directions to the tourny!
address
deadline
tourny director (should be yourself) and committee (best buds , if possible)
hotels.
Oh, and a map to go along with those directions.
oh, and info on doubles.

The Entry Form
Space for player's name and address
Date of Birth
player rating, a statement
here's an exam le from Atlanta Open
Saturday April 9th 2011
sponsored by AGTTA
  open to all members of USATT, though those that aren't USATT
membrs may purchase a one time only members pass.
Donic tables and nets shall be used.
Butterfly Elite *** balls will be used
floor is hardwood
oneside of the racket must be bright red
  ,   the other, black, whether or not both sides are used for
            striking the ball
. shorts, shirts must be significantly different
than the color of the ball   (white)
tank tops, jeans, cutt offs, large designs, small designs
large lettering, leopard or any other animal print
will not be permitted
collars and sleeves may be of any color.
Entry deadline: April 2nd 2011
located at Lucky Shoals Park just off I-85 . 4.8 miles north
   of I-285
turn south on Jimmy Carter BLVD and drive to Britt   Rd
lucky shoals on left (  large aqua colored sign)

all events will be singles elimination ----- unless indicated as round
robin on the list above.

Tourny Design

Match Length - matches are now to 11 points.
The Laws of Table Tennis permit matches of any odd numbered games.
either best    f 5 or best of 7
RR should usually be best of 5
if you've only 4 tables and one day
you're not gonna run 30 events for 400 players
not all matches will be the same length either.
To determine the number of matches
you can handle, simple use this easy formula!
Example: 8 tables, 20 mins per match (bout 3 per hour)
12 hours, (9am-9pm)
so, 8 tables x 3 x 12=288 matches forthe day.

multiply the # of tables
by the matches per hour by the # of hours

Dinner Poems

1.

Those who don't feel like playing.
Did you say you wanted to watch Columbo?
Cleansing ourselves and peeing all good, staying
up, against all odds, as
                          long as possible, hitting aalll
odds, feet of watermelon, just eat the whoole mouth, like
         a big
         fruit
               in one arm, the manlieness
           a dirty watermleon
it's like if a pig was fruit
mmmm, just tear into, slash / it open / throw / break the
slammed on the cra ked, oinking, doesn't make any less sense from all the
   other names.
ground grass ttyp e, like Parids
   plump om his back, growing into other
my Sang Kee business card   u
                                              innher mouth
eating popsicles with lame jokes
what kind of flowers sleep at night?
                eatn the pop
                           sicle to find out
such daggers, such emotion
(chuckles) so much passion
(boisterous laughter)


just kmush it in there      neuromantic lady
above my bird, my beak, my bzzzzz barely past
swollen my heart
erect me                                                   oldest trick
the doctors removed the king's heart, liver and other vital organs
                                                       in the book
poured him tea jasmine   high five stand
they are putting a talk over us, hundred bucks
with a fever! fruit so heavy electric 4.99 cnstruction on I0th
with our hats askew in proper time, eyes we wavee
i'm more fire and he isn't wearing any pants
     playing the typewriter like a sonata, we oughta, in the wastings of
the ding hits and therr's no more time to pkay on and waste on,
the horns wow, wop and womp
like wasps
chewing a class act turnin8 em on.
during Spring, he trained in broadsword
winter, spear. wake up workout lunch truck


2.

'?
8/29/2012

Jambalaya again, her that is his, her that
          is mine, both folding in the fabrics of thexxxxxxxx couch
singing songs beyond the ac
and the text that came, with the vinyl surprise, here I have found
it, and there is the vibrations
    oh, the jamb only
a few more minutes. That is gonna be delicious
or so I hope, breathing of the dryer sheet
which reminded me of him and forever, his death
which sinks into me

and ha  ing no money
there within the watermelon which
grows heavier and cheeeper across
the ridges of =0th street, that
       melts
  in the su
                n
out to the pp again
     which
    where
i cook
and there is the most
dreami
       jumbles of
layered words
whats hot on the press.
and there's there a new story at 8ty st, nfrankl
the your performance in
giving you your gun and badge back, god bless.!!!


3.

On The Carousel
% hours and I2 minutes until I wake up.
5


4.

Hello, can xxx   we borrow a cup of sugar, in a condom?

we were looking for a game of foxtail.

I've got the board set up,

           in

the living room--and there

she was, looking for a pair of slippers

oh gawd! he shouted as he came through the metallic screen

door, with stains on his shirt.

always looking toward the Gallery

for the right brand

multi colored

shirts, tall tees

that looked Muslim

  most pajamas are fine.

piff poff!she's having a good time

Nicky sat in his chair in front of the girls

they held out a pair of black girl pants.

"They're girl pants! . . "

---

He look at her. His girlfriend

walking down the stairs with her black tank

mew mew mew they played in the wood back chairs

and he drank, and toyed

with the candlestick that stood

kissed her booboo

I tossed her the red bag, here you go

seven letters. and threw my hands up

I don't like crazy rules.

Write in the actual notebook.

He was asked to do labor for sam's mother for fifty dollars

It gives me incentives to l

                                      play a long word

WC RVLYN

is what I have.

Sandscrew. lift them. hye, lift them.

Is Chevy a word? pummel wingyi!

I've done that before, like, knock a glass over with

the carriage.