October 2011
28 posts
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Flowers for Agamemnon [Cover B] edition
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harryhanlon-deactivated20111109 asked: Do you write these daily?
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Poem for David W. Pritchard
Since this unexpectedly got tagged, I’d like to point anyone not already following him to the birthday boy’s birthday blog. If you like smart, funny, politically engaged people, or Cosby, do yourself a favor and follow him.
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Cosby
is dead Cosby
is dead Cosby
is buried in the rubble
of a modernist Philadelphia he is clutching Hegel to his breast,
clutching his Hegel to a...
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October 25. Occasional shakes, followed by light...
Here’s a poem about a delusion I read about.
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after the conception of the vanished artists, the father
of the vanished artist stood beneath the shower-head
for hours afraid his body still smelled
like ‘a rubber’ as he thought of it in 1971 he suffered
his first attack there
on small pale pink tiles
with shampoo in his eyes a related delusion—common—that flies
appeared from his...
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October 24. Shaky
men disembark and shake
down vomiting shells,
sands, blood. Things don’t stop moving in time.
that’s my one big complaint
about things. In the universe things are nobler the further they are
from immobility: earth which does not move
is the lowest. but shaking. seed—otherwise, pushing, feebly
on the lid or the surface.
things cycling of sort, the famous ‘mountain feast’
reiteration, hymns in...
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Words To Be Used Sparingly in Erasmus' 'Copia'
turn out of doors
act the irresponsible youth
furiate
luminate
deathlessly memoriate hostilize
pauperize
girted
I am felt a grudge
he rages a boundless rage
glaring savageness
hope, in the sense of foreseeing wound inflicting
grief causing
corruption bearing
fate uttering
laurel crowned
goat natured flock
stale studded sea
vine planter
fault picker
favor waster
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October 23. Mild, balmy earthquakes.
tremor at the bottom of a glass of milk.
thing sliding up around the curve of the glass after the glass is water a man with a tall boy in blue slacks explains,
the moral is basically, things happening
for no reason, nature stuff, men vanish into the cloud of trees, animals
becoming other animals— and then everything is totally wrecked
forever and the middle of the song cuts off, ...
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October 22. Light winds, perhaps. If they blow, it...
From a fixed point, an intimation of process.
How the position of observer
goes fluid and rapt.
Consider if you will my finger raised
from the letter to the air, covered
in spit,
as a sort of, uh, as a sort of gestus,
condensing several hundred years
of development
into an indication of folksiness,
backwoods charm, low hygiene,
ingenuity, etc. It’s ok if this is a big turn-off— that may mean the...
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October 21. Same.
This poem contains one or several very polite lies. Happy belated birthday to Daniel Sergeant, writer, printer, editor, hollow-earth-believer, spirit medium, Tafur, friend.
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I remember a poem by William Carlos Williams, called
‘To Ford Madox Ford in Heaven’ which opens with a line
which for years I quoted as: Is it any better in Heaven, my friend Ford,
Than you found it in Providence? ...
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October 20. More weather.
In rain: shelter in
overturned barrel—
subject jerk off
to Karl Jaspers— In sudden sleet: the father
of the vanished artist throws
his body over
the car to protect
from pitting the bruises
on his naked back flower
in the shape of a smiling
cartoon lion— In tornado warning: snakes
crawl up your legs, peaceful,
black and brown diamond,
little flat head, soft tongue.
I’m a philosopher, think,
pour...
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October 19. Look out for rain. It would be absurd...
Several phrases borrowed from Daniel Paul Schreber’s ‘Memoirs of My Nervous Illness’
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Wet blanket,
wet dynamo,
wet medium,
wet imago,
wet socks,
wet aleatoric
composition, wet ‘play-with-human-beings’
wet father of the vanished artist tracking
water and sand
throughout the complex, grit
in the rugs,
the limiting experience curling
up and in against
itself wet rim of a...
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October 18. Slight earthquake. Countenances grow...
I should add that this is not explicitly after Perelman but borrows a device from ‘Fake Dream: The Library’.
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discussions on the ethics of codes when, ah, irruption of the text,
a little ripple on the mirror, all your precious codes
fly off the mantel and shatter on the ground.
the dog eats one and chokes to death. one speaker says, ‘poetry is the [slut] of the academy,...
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October 17. Weather hazy, atmosphere murky and...
‘the father of the vanished artist has gone mad.
no, stop, that’s not useful.
the father of the vanished artist has dealt with grief
in a perhaps inappropriate fashion.
the father of the artist takes off his clothes
and walks naked through his house.
he walks out to the side of the pool
and enters the pool. water on tarp.
the car of the vanished artist turns up
impounded having been...
I’ve been so sick so often the past few weeks that I haven’t had a chance to write much, and when I did, I didn’t really have the energy to transcribe it from my notebook and do anything with it. Which is a bummer, because I had an idea for an occasional project running from October 17-November 8 that I’d been looking forward to since mid-September.
However, I do have...
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Donalds Tod, 3: Im Hell
A procedurally derived poem, but the procedure is a secret. I was looking over my poems with disgust and decided to write one that effaced myself. Well.
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As much spiritual realm as
anyway pulling out of the mess
with firm fingers, did you have
that dream where everyone you love
gets engaged and consumes a large
red bulb of flesh filled with bugs
and when you wake up pale light
is something...
iguanaco asked: You translated very well those poems by Apollinaire, I only wanted to tell you. Also I like your style even if it's not what I usually read.
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Hyacinth Robinson
This poem is perhaps the worst I have written in a long-ass time but I still feel a tenderness towards it, and when I look at it I want to smile wanly and write ‘lol’ in fine calligraphic script on a large piece of beautiful rice paper as a crane flies by.
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On October 12th 2011 I sat down in an empty bathtub with my clothes on and read some Henry James. Outside it was raining....
15apologies asked: Dear sir, </break> Would you be soon kind as to inform me on the major tenants of the New Narrativists? Is there a major evolution out of the Objectivists using cultural studies as a guide? Or is there, moreover, a reaction to the inexplicable professed explicability of the Objectivists? a kind of revulsion for the seeming belief that one can point to the world and say, 'look, there is...
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De Boratore
after Dana Ward. Well, after New Narrative, maybe.
Today I’ll read about Cicero and I’ll write about Cicero. I’ll read a book of poems by Rena Rosenwasser again and write a little bit on it and try to publish it somewhere, so people will know my name and associate it with genteel well-readedness and soft respectability. I’ll read chapbooks by Dana Ward so I can send an e-mail to my friend about my...
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The Burning Mystery of Anna in 2011
Kenneth Koch wrote Shakespeare’s ‘Sonnet 130.’
Kenneth Koch wrote ‘The Ice Skaters.’
Kenneth Koch wrote Tijuana Bibles to pay
for food during rough patches.
Kenneth Koch wrote Tigermilk. Kenneth Koch wrote volume four of Das Kapital.
He put it on a jump drive and slipped it into
my glove compartment in the middle of the night.
Kenneth Koch wrote a secret episode of Star Trek
where Worf jumps 30...
stephenheleker asked: First off, I love the Objectivist influence in your writing. Thank you for sharing what you do. When I clicked on your page (just now) I saw the Oppen quote and things made more sense. ha. Also, I wanted to suggest taking an image of your writing and then posting that. I've seen some Tumblr-using writers use 'pictures' of their work, and it looks great. Not only would it look smooth...
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Donalds Tod, 2: Organs Without Body
oh oops my bad I forgot tumblr is complete bullshit for lineation
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Danton’s dead! Have you read that play?
There’s also a movie.
The movie isn’t based on the play,
which is by Georg Buchner. I’m liberal in my translation. He slips off one shoe and shuffles back in his chair,
high-backed. When I get an itch I like to scratch it.
See—nobody can tell if, behind the bench,
I just...
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Donalds Tod, 1: Ligne de Fuite
I’ve become very interested in turning the topoi of New Narrative or even confessional poetry to narratives that aren’t true. Basically, how, in poetry, to lie with a transgressive surplus of ‘honesty.’ This is perhaps closely linked to the practice of persona poetry, but with, by necessity, a more garbled and ambiguous sense of transparency, although here too a certain...
krohdaddi asked: is that a hummument? or laundry incident?
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Rabbit, Rabbit, Wait, Wait
A lot of things in this poem aren’t true and a couple things are, I hate this kind of poem.
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The title of the work, its place in the collective library, the nature of the person who tells us about it, the atmosphere established in the written or spoken exhange, among many other instances, offer alternatives to the book itself that allow us to talk about ourselves without dwelling...
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Excerpts from: mme e
Earlier today I was walking around thinking about Zukofsky’s homophonic Catullus and Melnick’s great Men in Aida, thinking about that element of deterministic but negatively capable cognition. Later on, I realized that I’d left my sunroof open in a rainstorm with a bunch of papers in the front seat, and found a workshop portfolio soaked through with all the ink running. I noticed...
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Four Hypotheses
Hypothesis #1
silver monsters. take along a sheriff in your rear hand after evening, put the car light somewhere seen—easy—kids, readers, officers! be alert to all land-slides and hurry of silt, erosion, don’t frisk along a ray starting at the omphalos and radiating out infinitely. danger cooking up a dream in an ideal space, the hole on the outskirts of town. place buildings and monuments in free...
