December 2011
20 posts
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At Four AM Our Neighbors Fuck
loudly and fleeting/improvised with
sudden stops and starts annoying
until the girl shouts something like aROOGA
that steamboat sound from old art and I have to go out and rifle through my own recycling
to keep from cracking up all up and down the street
while they finish and settle soft into the ultimate
Cat Stevens post-coital adult contemporary jam mode O! comatose and fatty lebensraum, O...
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Copia, or:
I hope you’re all having a good enough holiday that reading a long chapbook about diseases won’t spoil it, because here comes one:
This chapbook is an extension of a project I worked on in late October, which I’ve continued to revise and play with a little bit since then. It owes whatever coherence and elegance it might have to the help and inspiration of several tumblr poets...
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'Y Log,' 8/8
Org.log
I am buying a property in Rittenhouse Square
I’m designing the dwelling-place rub
spices into wealth, a cold shin, I called “hey men— ‘pelts!”” other country in other countries. In other countries
I’m qualified I’m CIS-old. men drop over cups and insect receipt plead ‘turn off air’ ‘turn off’ I’m going,...
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'Y Log,' 7/8
I wash unto a photo-shoot and here
calm lentil full pour of lentil ‘List Unto a Retina Reflecting Memory’
resume theft from book thank you a dime is it cold out its freezing we’re all programmers here we’re all
wrecking an oracle (fighter/wreck voice/working log) trying both sister/brother hood
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'Y Log,' 6/8
girls enter unto smoke, blue coat, plaid coat, May may, May//Urne. We’re doing a photo shoot
for candy lane we’re all action we have got our head cast we have got our head cast in goo we’re finishing film
in you we lunch for a textile design indecipherable text or
sigh this release unto ‘Catachresis Corner’
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'Y Log,' 5/8
rather than an audience
rather ‘an audience’ loud levels
lay-out levels oh unto ‘Solomon’
[lol] I can trigger the world by stealing poems
or introducing meat into a soup [lol] the phrase ‘rogue link pressing
for loud commas’ touches me I love this book
will you take this book and cache binary
figment— ‘ring ring’ als Urne O,
O! [lol] ...
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'Y Log,' 4/8
Ruin tea ruin dinner
wreck lentil work work after Odradek after ‘Old Defeater’
I’m an Old Caesar, what’s a ‘day book’
over rail radio? The wireless password is ‘meowmeow’ O W strike strike strike and lag my body beneath wet rubble. I don’t want to die and especially not away from cholera
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'Y Log,' 3/8
Is narrative easy? Can dialectics?
Take mustard of five-grain, sprouts,
cheddar still? Threes, four, blister? role-estate office over Uncannary Role,
the bottom, the stale path? It’s an investment opportunity about fighting
and boding young forever— Pakistani ‘hello!’ over
Irish newspaper— I’m in love with a soft moustache
brown pencil skirt in terms of...
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'Y Log,' 2/8
Gravity Box: “particles in a coma,’ etc.
‘he held up my penis’ and so on, ‘drawing
of cats—’ I’m here to make you an offer
I’m here to make a serious business of her. We will live in the city forever, must
for a drink once-in-a-lifetime
real estate offer turned for tombed urns over Rittenhouse Square
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'Y Log,' 1/8
A short sequence after Jena Osman’s ‘Memory Error Theater.’ Partially procedurally derived through transcription and mnemonics.
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I’ve never read Moby Dick
clean, well-lit place
clean, well-lit in egg in
air. Adjustment of ambient air. For mood, my harpoon, my jolly coma
lapse, sighing vessicle.
Heed weal, ‘touch...
Anonymous asked: Ever plan on doing a spoken word? I think it'd be enjoyable.
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Procession of Former Borders Rewards Plus Members...
When I go to Barnes & Noble the reason I feel comfortable is because the genius of the place is invincible. I can sit behind a low wall and be a ghost. I can accidentally steal a book about great American schooners by walking through a wall with my hand in a deep bag. Everyone at Barnes & Noble is in love with an idea and you can unearth that idea at Barnes & Noble. You can get married...
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Poem for Benjamin Franklin and Marat Bathing With...
If the tub is a species of urne:
process of interment,
location—mouth turned
away from the earth,
unto the Manes. Liquid
abhorred by Romanes and
antiquarians. <Hole in the surface the size and shape of a destroyed bug.> If the tub is a vehicle of meaning:
sitting upright, read five pages
of...
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Book Reviewing
I repeated All Day Permanent Red in my head
walking across a parking lot I believed
if I repeated the title of the book I could erase the book
and use it for myself sometime When Rae Armantrout references Fallout 3 I like it
it validates my horrible choices and when I show my girlfriend
she cares When I’m editing poems about presidents I like Americans
more than I do when I’m not. I...
Incidentally
If you liked those poems, I hear that 1985’s Precedence, Food’s very first chapbook, is coming back into print soon, with a new introduction by his peer Glenn Francoise. I’m looking forward to it, and so should you!
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-more from "Precedence" by Donald Food
J
James Garfield
twice detained in the forecourts of heaven
by ghosts with plastic guiteau faces
his hand in bowls of ice
pretty spooky
called him by name
“Gin Garfield”
the guy everybody loved
I loved him too
“there was never a man like my Charley”
—GIT OUT—
copious tears in my knuckle sandwich
“I don’t dream about the president...
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-from "Precedence," by Donald Food
McKinley
like
certain sentences by Jack Spicer
like about
famous
gunmen I liked him
when he spat out bones
or wrapped
his face in carriages
I voted for him
in the factory we loved
his big cock on the hill
top and
his humidor
we liked his chubby cheeks
and high places
his gottle of geer told our
wives and daughters so
when he died
we cried
we died also
a big chunk
of ice
...
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Duration of Event
Would it be vain for me to say my hair looks fly today?
The creation myth implies at least a nominal formalness:
at the end of the myth something is created or accounted for
that was not at the outset: one possible structure
is the por qua story. Would it be vain for me to say there’s blood in my stool?
Long before the era of the monorail, it was a great treat
for children to be transported about...
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Use This Link: Or Try:
Lines about bones in Jack Spicer.
Lines about ghosts.
Lines about tiny ghosts. As “something” in “flesh” I always
feel shy about decomposition. I’ll feel nervous about dying in a coffee shop
if you’ll feel nervous about dying in a coffee shop
and we can split a bagel with honey and apples. I may describe in a 14-part poem holding hands
with a bulbous massive abstraction called “Spirit”
outside...
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Weird Thing About Living in the City
Is that locations become discrete. I mean,
you can name places
and recover them. I used to tell people to find me at the Starbucks
by the Whole Foods near the dog shampoo place
or the Starbucks in the Barnes & Noble
(near Exton Square Mall) and maybe
we could get some Indian food
at that Indian food place
without a sign Today cool teens are brawling
in my tiny palm I couldn’t park
where I...
