tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56829959345958606492024-03-14T06:38:04.650+00:00preludic liveS of ZidolisTomas Sidolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12669248634339148157noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682995934595860649.post-68688815391765927632007-04-15T18:07:00.000+00:002007-04-15T18:32:52.086+00:00une tristesse de zidoliszidolis entra zidolis dans images zoogles. zidolis vit pleins de zidolis pixelisés. zidolis avait oublié qu'il fût un temps sidolaz. il fut surpris du ^ qu'il portait, ne savait pas bien s'il devait y être ou pas. zidolis avait oublié sidolaz et maintenant il s'en souvenait et il fut triste. voir sidolaz rendait zidolis triste.<br /><br />zidolis pleurait et faisait faire des tours à sa souris sur son écran. quand zidolis ne va pas bien c'est ce qu'il fait, il promène son curseur à l'écran. zidolis se dit que regarder l'écran en plurant c'est un peu comme regarder de derrière une cascade. Et là zidolis fit des cascades des fils rss de sa barre personelle. zidolis pleurait encore d'avoir vu sidolaz quand zidolas rentra.<br /><br />-pourquoi pleures-tu zidolis?<br />-je ne sais pas. zidolis est triste.<br />-pourquoi es-tu triste?<br />-zidolis ne sait pas.<br />-viens, viens?<br /><br />zidolis vint dans les bras de zidolas. zidolas caressa la tête de zidolis jusqu'à ce qu'il ne pleura plus. zidolis s'endormit dans les seins à zidolas. zidolis rêva de sidolaz.Tomas Sidolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12669248634339148157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682995934595860649.post-44352092231623255562007-04-03T20:45:00.000+00:002007-04-06T14:44:12.950+00:00zidolisturezidolis écrivit qu'il écrivait qu'il avait écrit qu'il a écrit qu'il écrit et qu'il écrira et que tout cela il l'aura écrit. Qu'il écrive qu'il écrivît qu'il eût écrit tout cela, c'est une autre histoire.Tomas Sidolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12669248634339148157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682995934595860649.post-8331054723227204192007-04-03T00:33:00.000+00:002007-04-03T01:04:04.955+00:00indicatif passé<span style="font-size:130%;">zidolis dit: sidoliz réjouit ses amis de son temps. zidolis brandit son spectre vers son ami. son ami choisit zidolis comme amie. zidolis se donnà son ami couronnà le spectre de son ami. sidoliz gravit son amie s'écrià son habitude. Zidolis ne rit plus de l'indicatif passé. SidoliZ regardà son écran une tête se pencher droite. ZidoliS sourit puis les SidoliZ s'enfuirà leur manière.</span>Tomas Sidolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12669248634339148157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682995934595860649.post-26620936452423290312007-04-03T00:28:00.000+00:002007-04-03T00:42:25.113+00:00les temps de SidoliZ<div style="text-align: justify;">zidolis délocalisà son corps sa pensée. sidoliz pansà son corps. zidolis tournà son habitude en rond. sidoliz gesticulà sa manière vers ses amis. zidolis ennonçà ses amis un discours. il dit: le temps de zidolis marchà au premier groupe d'amis. au premier groupe d'amis zidolis donnà son temps. sidoliz ennonçà d'autres d'autres discours amis. il dit: sidoliz vous choisit du deuxième groupe. du deuxième groupe sidoliz établit un temps prochain indicatif. zidolis rassemblà chez lui un troisième groupe. ce groupe décevoir zidolis lui rien voir comme temps pour troisième groupe. puis sidoliz fermà son habitude sa gueule de bois. et puis les zidolis déguerpirà leur habitude.<br /></div>Tomas Sidolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12669248634339148157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682995934595860649.post-86506221535654428732007-03-29T18:07:00.000+00:002007-03-30T21:11:11.638+00:00présent simple<span style="font-size:180%;">ZidoliS brosSa langue, làva son visage bien loin. s'habillà Burburry</span><span style="font-size:180%;">. SidoliZ arrachà son herbe la mauvaise weed et dépiquà son homme des brins de thé. avec les différents brins, Z~~~~S entre,la,ça, tisSà son homme une veston tweed. S~~~~~Z racontà sa chatte à son chien de mari, une histoire de cul-de-poule de tweed en pied-de-poule. ZidoliS répétà tout le monde transformà son habitude se transformà son habitude en tout et n'importe quoi.<br /><br />Quoi? dit ZidoliS et puis <a href="http://lignesdefuites.blogspot.com/2007/03/prsent-simple.html">ils déguerpirà</a> leur habitude.</span>Tomas Sidolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12669248634339148157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682995934595860649.post-51252706579408844972007-03-26T16:21:00.000+00:002007-03-30T21:10:57.598+00:00pansySidoliz plant__ed pansied viola<br />viola_____ed pansies pansy hihihihi.<br />zidolis prun____ed weeds from cemetary<br />tomb garden good fertiliz__________er<br />z_______idolis thought<br />even pansy strong enough to growTomas Sidolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12669248634339148157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682995934595860649.post-76924311861507710102007-03-18T19:47:00.000+00:002007-03-30T21:10:14.276+00:00preludic place<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">after Wordsworth</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;">hiding places of a potency seem open, someONE approaches and they shut or close. someONE sees through glimpses now and with age will not see much much more than scarecely and these ONEs would give should like to give, whilst they still could can everything that words could and can give say think at the limit of the sayable of the thinkable of the givable, everything that walks on the tight-roped ridge of affects, a substance a life to the affects of ONEs: captation of past affect reaffected by potencies of future restoration.</span></div>Tomas Sidolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12669248634339148157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682995934595860649.post-14670337504614651252007-03-18T19:40:00.000+00:002007-03-30T21:10:43.006+00:00raggiNgZidoliS pick_ed a ragworth of ragwort to keep water for trees. then ZidoliS weaved a dried-sperm-yellow ragwort rag. SidoliZ pick__ed the ragwort and pilled it and burnt it so it wouldn't seed off in the wind. ZidoliS did that for years and then got some sheep to help him. to sheep SidoliZ said eat ragwort tiz goood fer yer but is white hemlock to horses to orchard trotting night mares. SidoliZ will come back to all this, ZidoliS whipped the brow of sheep with rag, with rag wiped his sheepy brow.Tomas Sidolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12669248634339148157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682995934595860649.post-43561838745042475572007-03-18T19:36:00.001+00:002007-03-18T19:39:06.013+00:00preludeS again<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >the beat batting its sock</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />colluding <a href="http://takingthebrim.blogspot.com/2007/02/preludes.html">preludes</a> anew<br />of proSes </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >trampling</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> typing </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >feet </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >of four and five and six O'clock</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />in the open C of proSe potry<br />the personifictation of seas or<br />of a chaos of drops of spots<br />of times of drops of chaos that<br />is the sea of prosetry of pre-<br />suppository ludes, in the nude<br />night of uppercase ease<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >and then the lighting of the screens<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">dialogue turned to trilogue try logue <a href="http://takingthebrim.blogspot.com/2007/02/again-again.html">again</a> at potency of </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >n</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />yes yes </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >n</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> logues as </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >n</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> sexes as in each time speaking as if it was the first time<br />as in each time making love as if it was the premier fois which is also the</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br />the first love which is also always also the last last love page</span>Tomas Sidolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12669248634339148157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682995934595860649.post-59084262116489801182007-03-18T19:16:00.000+00:002007-03-30T21:09:46.069+00:00ZidoliS crosS_ed<span style="font-size:130%;">ZidoliS crossed the steps to other sidle to other side sidling along willing to slide <a href="http://takingthebrim.blogspot.com/2007/03/zidolis-crossed.html">a_cross</a> the tarred steps of moOr. Tarr Steps peacock colours brighter than five tone stones of river cross fjord fording SidoliZ came back to other side of ford waddling next to steps. little kitties squirreling over and under under and over tartre stepS idoli Zinging a_cross the river ford at the speed of zing, zing zang ZidoliS sing sang his way along with the peacock's wheezy horn for directions. speed of zing crossing peacock coverts green is green of tarrinn tarr inn across to dark blue water coverts, winter approaching surface crystalizing ZidoliS not bragging water icing bragg's law. diriverting no icing ZidoliS bragging diffraction no water particles crystalising but time crystal. time cryZtal of SidoliZ croSZing.<br /><br />ZidoliS crosS_ed steps back. the kittying squirrels called ZidoliS off as peacock showed him off on his way away from the peahen.</span>Tomas Sidolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12669248634339148157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682995934595860649.post-14631620673680882952007-03-18T19:06:00.001+00:002007-03-18T19:33:50.494+00:00preludiC oStiNatO<span style="font-size:130%;">so on to preludiC oStiNatoS<br />to ludic play of infanthood<br />of making it up as we go<br />along the lines we draw<br />the lines we didn't but<br />speak of anyway, any<br />ways as which will carry<br />the ostinatos along the pre<br />ludic joy of ZidoliS' plight<br />of ludic joy of ZidoliS' flight</span>Tomas Sidolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12669248634339148157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682995934595860649.post-65201607009977826012007-03-17T20:57:00.000+00:002007-03-30T21:08:13.203+00:00was Sail_edZidoliS serpent__ed around the tree of apples around apple trees of <span style="font-style: italic;">hortus</span>yard of apple orchards. SidoliZ pruned of S idoliZ graft his shaffty i into sap of tree doliZ graft_ed seed of he into old apple tree dolZ gave his o to fend off rot dlZ digs. dlZ discarded dental liquids to become Z Z in january sing songs to fend off feral spirits 'old apple tree Z wassails thee and hopes that thou shalt bear and so merry let Z___be and health to ye old apple tree' Z wasSailed all night all night Z was Sail__ed back and forth of orchard of hubris in hortus yard of Z's wassails. the rooting apple tree apples rotting SidoliZ fell to ground and serpent__ed away. SidoliZ wiggled back into place. ZidoliS <a href="http://zidolis.blogspot.com/2007/03/ragging.html">zizzed </a>off.Tomas Sidolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12669248634339148157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682995934595860649.post-29426568115072377612007-03-13T20:13:00.000+00:002007-03-18T19:34:20.287+00:00last mouvement<span style="font-size:130%;">last mouvement first, first last mouvement of reverse cause to effect of book log medium etc... etc... for the moment more anon more later soon ok zidolis out and clear as ever yours.</span>Tomas Sidolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12669248634339148157noreply@blogger.com