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Poetry. "A tantalizing wacky, ideolectical treat for ears & what minds 'em. Here you will find (amidst arctic uncles on rollerblades, basketball-sized yokes, the world's largest crackerjack, and cameo appearances by a contortionist & a nurse sorceress), the brain of Dr. Kildare's network arch-rival, Ben Casey, in the textual body of all those enduring charms upon which Stacy Doris lays new & resounding claim. For those looking for the direction of poetry, KILDARE is ready & on call, bubbling and singing with voices fresh and tonic" -Charles Bernstein.

99 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 1995

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FEATURES THESE UNGLUED

(AND FUNKY) CHARACTERS:.



Military Yann

Many-named Uncle(s)

Teen boy rollerblade groups (The only sane ones of the bunch)

Lassie Twin Nieces

TiK, a military cuteness gamin/e

Reinforcements





Transportation, arctic circles,

loony island w/

Intestine-bon-bon Factory.





Bon Courage!





FIRST CHANCE





Probe droids SUCK!





Unc. helped Yann with the igloo setup,

popsicle version.

Soothing: "Don't worry: the sounds are way distant."

As ice thins --

the background shakes --

obfuscating Leap of Wrath.

Live die and what not.

Lie down and crawl off.





Available (echo) AVAILABLY:



Tundra Blitz:

OH SWEET,

AGENT madness, bit of Latin revenge (yes-'um asked for)

New World Comp #.

Mighty Virgin Alert.





MUNCHED ON THE LAGOON . . .



(blued) elkboys autosuck

flammable?

Why the hat?



TiK glides, from snowcap, down to their mobile

(with a (cold) pizza)



Chanted:

GORE OX Chris Scissor

8 8 6 8

In playability and shift.





Enthused, Uncle orders

un psycho-style salon

for to reverse the brains of two lassies

sipping insults

'til they're sugar-crazed, hot

and see what's on their minds:

neck-tethered, caressed to pieces.





The ULTIMATE Gamin/Gamine rag



TOYFIGURE Comeback -- Free!

Pull me out uncle H.

Bad Uncle, bad

stocking stuffer

growls: bring the kids round.





Meanwhile: An occurrence like urine

A -- ummm . . . urinous occurrence

medically proves

centerfold with secret fats

COMMANDO

super putty/ super tip . . .

Lophead. You.





Win: Mr. Bad get rearranged!





Excuse me Miss . . .



Uncle! (TiK) Multiply:

the lotus carpet's hideous.

Down its hatch, goes:



Authority creams/

thighbangling duel over newdom's crown emerald.





With the Demos ride naughty,

certain lasso bad.



Curious Uncle Roy, banned in Utah

(ammo films)



what a close shave!





Star Products test/ results in uncle Stinky



Stinky ... here!

Home-picking and original

begs, upholds many

(they specialize in privates)

European-type: notches All itsy

deductible, register



NOW, girrrrls!

(panorama shy)

the Asian blue extrusion

Off Limits, Gums Apart

first class scramble.





Hey Marvin: the brain drug's proved elusive!







Gotcha backs.





Laments: MY icon bean -- Neurospunk --

(Half-man but all caution):





hamburgering over it

(a nanosplit dawning)

TAKES RIDES

(sonic female champ)

IV VR TM

. . . Mmmmmm, ask the Virtutects.

Overhead arrival: Hey!

Adrenaline-hot mam's'

twit vision







priestly, glazed as all that.





Gamine Heaven





Thanks much.

Bunny one in each size goes.

Uncle: Try spending it all in one place!





Sample charts:

CLASSIFIED: Petting under/ same old rodent

Imp above/ option tail

Bulky with/ tonic

Stand back!

(Oooo NANA!)





Big dominions have just what
comes out of a plug up.





MYSTERY . . . PEEL here.





In Uncle's preview wigwam reigns ENvironmental wattage.





OVermouth's
Heather mcfur in auto venture

(Pandemonium IN-CORp)

Saga logs on all 64 bits pounding, recites

A SORRY TALE:



of mega-bulbed nymphs await

pre-wounded so feckless

bruised-in-tattoo, a trifle,

100% offer. Luck of the draw:



. . . A glimpse of darling entrails, prune sacrifice chides

and when they look for her -- poof!

(echo) poof



Forget Stephan. Forget

all the not-there guys forgot.





YO: dumbbells that explode!

Parachute whole!



(The National ocean).





SO, Urethraejacked boy-bomb:





Any further questions?

In double-come electrodes, Unc.

was choo-choo-spliced out. Yep.





Later Able-mapped suburb, with colorless bilge ancient . . .







QUICK the jar:

messages: Wait for Me specter

while Matrix is Navigate

(the ethanol champs)



A Flash: Smutwalls and pincushions TEAM UP

in a wake, of remedy-scattershot:



Pyramid wolf hide-away.





Mind-sweeper

Awesome posse:

Ask a harem:

(echo).









(Lands)

"In next to nothing"

rolled use - whatever --

pointing, 17, tidy-but-hard,

Experienced Richness.

. . . . .



Dizzy 17 prong, solo-attached,

whose needed/ an account of TiK:

Odd, browner, naturally,





glum. Jubilant: where

a bellboy in sight, or belief

at a nature precinct eat quickly!





(Lands)

A serious talk, but with no leg to stand on

bender dummies up/ crush dummies

come along and go to pieces.





In a rush careen bounty scam

upsets the creature model.

A HOMUNCULUS VIEWPOINT





(realistic fluid) moves

(in this case, small)

inch by inch!

Face out.





Yes! Enter UNCLE today!



KEY wigs/ quest/ flab/ crank dream = power.

Wimpy bit (12)

Something to gobble on.

Screeched feline control wets

the whole blowing system:





Advance invincibility

and secret echo fodder and

grow Napalm!









The LaComa Knight in Bizyland configurates.

Infinite Lives.



Money - up. No timer.





Heave-Ho and a thimble of fog

(in a past option) penultimate kindling.



And, exclusive, 10-gal chances.

The dragon-flare romp.



Hey: Wannabes: Can they Lie, Steal, Bash,

Navigate half-legged

shoot from a cannon for a living, or what?

High-Jinx Island.

Elephant: #1









Slices and creams Betty alongside Jill

soaking their venom (own) marinara UP.

Good girls are fried girls, icing on -- Right, uncle?



In a row,

a rippling muscle valley

both side to back.





Turbine fat mush (says) to a little pinch

in the climax undercut

lacy without being:





Prison jerk backslat

tremor color freed arm

bang (in close) supple rotor

lips illumined claw kiss

disappointment saber lap







Choose cuddle now.







down

both down

left down.





SECOND GAME









Loaded with new enemies,

cool dialogue, jeeps,

a slew of pocket-sized Yanns

shall battle the permafrost.





The aim: archeology

boom-remote thunder.

Warning:







All Previous Survivors have Lost it.





Reminder: To all -- Lassie Twins:







Good Nieces are petted;

you can be your own assailant

just up the volume to swap lives

with a real princess.





IONA, now they call her,

thirsty from electron wads

Frank Uncle currency,

goes bareback, spurred horseless

poultry whip; the Booby Prize:





Now Possibly = Corrodes.





YANN: Catch the
TWINS! They're dangling:





Sick picture; delay.

The barbecue link

distant members uniformed

intervals, regular, pausing

to separate the holes (2 by 2).





Big machine

sisters, legitimately oiled

switch minigates.





Continent, in a net, size-wired, lusty:

with vitamin gloss/

getting in the act:

seen: Stiff, religious, foul

multiplied tips.

Out splaying, empty:

What next, Detective?







Ditto heads Slag



Thrashing for buttons

and iotas, they chomp. This ain't Yann's first

denomination screw-in.







60 Fields per Second.





Recordbending heat is unportable now,

also known as shockless; mini.





Slender

guarantees

an adviral digit

the cell's oscillation:





TIRED BETTER

interaction crime

adhesive surrogate

free ambient

thought window

medicate rainforest

love audition




In imagiNATION





TiK and Yann hook up, hit it off, /and

within moments:





She's nicked him

he's strapped her

she boffs him

he leaks/ he drenches her

with Crisco

she crackles

he flips.





OTHER: flatten/ hang/ spread/ zing/ glove/ sizzle.





Bushwhack Sign Up Here





LETS UNCLE Input, capture, display

mix and produce

that's what friends are for.





A worry-free professional, finger tips -- easy in

overnight receipt.





TiK, attacker turned iffy

invites/ one hope to outwit

El Commandeer ('Dong').

Helpful explosive surprises clue TiK

(gritty back view)

CLOSER.





On loose in the COCONET

One little guy shaves off time

for the brawny.





They IN AURORA/ LAND
(Where Sighted = Destroy)





Uncle happens

upon a Weirdo Mechanic AREA

for pantyline reconnaissance

(with chats progress easy):





. . . Flexing lifelike but cuter, Miss LIBERTY toasts

now to lucid cycle slits abound

pedal feel-ya camping

for come and gnaw on /public

genitorture fest times 3

vivid whiffs

organic hardware, juiced

tames, bound is only the start.





Along with Yann, snap up Uncle:





young, oral.





UNCLE, Welcome to Stealthland

(a.k.a. Shangri-La)

bigger than Swiss and totally Verboten.



When Hushcraft touch down

on Groom Path

the limits drizzle

(legend, plus mini footage)



magpie romance complete.





A Silent invitation/ Jockey withers style

Catacombs use vices

(By the dozen).

Nice bridal set up/ coyly unlatched

okaying death nozzles in irresolute pits.





Dustbowl Wakendudes (sentries)

for the mothercam vigil



A Story Illusion.





C'mon Down!





The ridges are prickly;

unwelcome civilians get exchanged

in those bushes.





Moonlight huskless Reminder:

the fittest are gun-shy;

go elsewhere.





But UFO hobbyists/ would vacation in

a classified facility, too bad.



And tough luck Uncle

basketball sized yolks evidenced.





. . .Three lost Vikings, them lost souls:

walk right off cliffs into traps,

downright nasty!



A fake gamble ensues,

sweet reason circuit

Warlords toolbox

including horror and blood leash.





Wigman, an undead

(gothic role-playing theme)

made off from the party with the amulet and radishes

and automap case; hit the road

to Missing Thought Plantation.





Meanwhile Connectivity flaunts, isthmus-wide.

Triads and other spiritual pollutants flock



overcoming growth

to indecisive shine. Meanwhile nibble:

TiK's pearl delta skin system

or Trancelab convert



ready to love

the MUD cataclysm.





AN ASSORTMENT OF MYSTICS

radio-hostile

full of grumpiness hovers, pins, reels back home

roosting in custody, by night,

poised on an arrow/ but with a tendency to slip.





But its Lonely at the Top





After gorilla inhalation

what's left of Monkey Island?

The High Dollars breakthrough primrose,

carbon freezing boredom.





Either connect the dots

or push Uncle off. He boomerangs.





As Uncle Tubby angers

in a handicapped second

do the guck pelvis.





At Shiver Headquarters:



The action by ice breath

collaborates

against tiny youthful i.d. duo.





Advance to R&R Depot

(Star Ranch joint vacation)





More fun than nipping off TiK's fingers.





P. S.: AT THE FAIR:

Human Beehive admission loots

Tragedy Cylinder Attraction:

World's Largest Crackerjack (w/ rest settee on top).





Prize Unfinished.

Wanted: a can opener.





Automatic-Tiny

(The double-nothing sisters)





Mulch dropsy combat

get dangerous from ease.



Unleash Terrier

(And now, the infection)

Uncle won't rest before he rules

compound Insidious:





Toss your partner into a fence

do-se-do your partner

and wallop

with the brutal stroke

twice before landing.





A hug/smash combo





Midair teleport

fakes out of nothing

icky reptile device.

TiK-as-Valkyrie

pie-throw endeavors

jumps, lands senseless

(indigestion attached).



The flowers squirting contest.





X-tra Innings: The Twins' Last Metamorphosis





Three doggie tornadoes

crop up record firing

along -- too bad for them -- soporific hillsides.



Leap from the skateboard

jiggle positions

(they're heavy).



Elsewhere Poodle Gorgeous

bobs in unknown platforms

helplessly jell-o.





LAST CHANCE [Includes (souvenir) Documents]



SOMEHOW Uncle unearthed

The Blush Swill's Codex:



a (whining)

unpraised fissure

chalky, flightless, but live

(w/ pupa display

of wearying awareness

in strips of bewilderment)

then top it off with fangs! Several and exact,

a petrification treatise

on throb, salivate, cascade.

Falling Stones deaden stairways;

the feather impressions

grind to a halt in sea plastic.



An ilex crust, limpid

forages by snail patch, in quantities

and omission.





Scum Dating (The Swill Codex Made Simple)





Err Period: glaucous and carbonate

lower, oval-dotted, glides

its calamitous battalion,

puerile cut. Rounded off.

Surely magnanimous.

Surely aquatint.



And, immutably, steaming-but-equal.



. . . . .





(p. 2):



Waddling remains were after volcanic.

In coiled jaws/ bright fern.





(p. 3)

AT THE PEBBLE-APPARENT WRECK (in Future)





Through lung eyes, glistening still

diorama mossing depths

faintly opens equal, turned to a clam age.

TiK-famous. Spiffed

yummy marathon sleuth

for animal outskirts hunt.





A SEAWEED ARMATURE/ BACKDROP ILLUSION:



Earth, out of sight,

cutsey roused

(in "swamp treasure").





PETRIFIED DESERT SPLINTER (Biotoxic Mission)





TiK on detailed target

copiously, kill

in a universer crank

good pop rate, but spoiled by weather.





THE INTRUDER COMPANION



scattered pods

lop and cut

lop and cut

they sure do.





DATA LIBRARY (Fungal Agenda)





(Because Yann's capabilities shape every TiK's sortie.)

Need to know.

If Yann's meat finder's up/ TiK don't leave flank exposed.

If multi-aspect/ TiK, don't leave, period.

Sub or over-sonic misses/ stump the aura.

Yann hang low/ then TiK clutter

timing Gage/ agog.

If he's close to bingo/

TiK press;

pump compare.





ORDER: (TiK's) Dream(land)





In a high-rez battle suit

plunge, roll, bank, soar, lose never.

G-force activate

one proto-star flexi-kid transforms

gentle dose

for infodeck patriarch's insanity. ('Dong'.)

Bobs and weaves.



Beddie pie.





(Prays)

bled amateur,

dig in now.





Assignment: Grab the controls/ spread Democracy







it's time.

Accurate and loaded, the Toucan Craw brig

is tactile/ a maverick

ashram-equipped.



It pays to sweat bullets:

Fly higher/ fly longer -- obsolescent pilot.





TiK's radarless sidewind pairs.





Surprise Map





(For cheat-enabled basis.)

A double-flawless whack

should do the job.

If not: reptile endurance.

If not: womanly harpoon.





Therefore, TiK glows, later on

(in the chair)

resinous.



A hit.





The General ('Dong''s) Notebook

(Peek-a-boo sadistic)





A hook 'em up factory

gnaws victims with suspense.

Detailed operating costs

(derision of the navels)

blood's merely an hors d'oeuvre

torture morsel.

All hooked submissivies to parachute direct

to this boudoir of malevolence, ready.





A slush fund of veterans

ether-ripened for the privilege . . .

Dig in, boys.





TiK's Entry 3 (Illustrated)





Oh, loony-dump islet

the intestine bon-bon factory

cuts excess with poison

and in deformation thrills.

A gore ideologue

'Dong' works out a system

for interchangeable pickling

'til the corpses beyond recognition

can serve equally.





Final Stages ('Dong''s Tally Sheet)





The victim gets messy

s/he's cannibalized by invisible romanceers

and, in slug rewire

paralyzed except for the tongue

idiot blithers

salivary mud

to carry taint

in very lowest microbes

the necorphilous aftermath.





May 8th, TiK Continuing/p>





Reached swamp peninsula.

Everywhere silt,

the fungus night breeds

low faces sucked to absence

bathed in vermin-retch pools

degeneracy saline

nitrous can-can floor-show.

Act 2.

Guzzled the tea.

Now sealed from inside

its bullets palpitate

unparticle crease.



Remove from oven.





Come Kiss Uncle 'Dong'





Body mold hatching

out he pops

slimmed a tad,

webbed handshake grapples

good as new.





Instructions:

Vibrate tourists well.

They splice them in clusters.





Uncle 'Dong' tapes himself

back into comfy egg.

Then speechless and determined

to rig havoc, rolls.





Shove 'Em or Shave 'Em (The Loony Island Crew)





Lush, but afflicted

by a rescue-hungry germ

Uncle Redundant trades

his parts among himself

the remnants for cheap

delivery hazards

fated ruby deal.





Over by the slot machines

Uncle Ghoul loafs

beaming his "core"

into the pinballs of others. Recruits.

A flair for weaknesses

the joy-pain gadget

reinauguration.





What Base





Reckon lucked alarm

island-wide jerking

gave up their coordinates

fuel: mined and ashen

pouts, tinkles catastrophic.

Hey who did that:

let TiK get real toasty.





TiK Kracks

("Pardon the Scram")







Pulverized comrades

bathed by insect phosphor scums

in a puff of marrow cloud

in a skull-mash dollop

but quietly, tranquil,

and with body parts removed:

spout new virals

never to colonize.





After, Select Hero

(a touch-tone alternative)





Who drives the boys senseless with his or her

hammer plus nails.





Placid, though saucy

which the group bubbles panic from.





Read the full text here: http://epc.buffalo.edu/presses/roof/Doris_Kildare.html
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May 5, 2012
I was just reading about Stacy Doris today, but I forget how, and I forget why. Anyway, this collection feels somewhat ahead of its time but also feels a little stuck in that mid-90s cybernetic utopianism that feels so odd in Shaviro or Baudrillard in hindsight. People had a lot of optimism in MUDs I guess. Anyway, another poetry collection that made me laugh in the silence of my room and in the silence of a SEPTA car, so that's always something.
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