May 2011
16 posts
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Part 13, Impartial Third Party Adjudicator on...
I accidentally typed ‘chiton’ instead of ‘Chiron’ and was like, hey, I’m into this! I’m into this horrible mistake!
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Note down note down shift in temperature/humidity on
Respective coasts of Athens and Manhattan. The lightning
Whelk spooning inwards, proceeding from the left. They both coughed and coughed until their bodies
Caved in. The plastic cups...
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Part 11: Laches Surveys the Two-Weeks Dead at...
I haven’t written a sonnet in years, when I was held at gunpoint by a shadowy cabal of undergraduate professors and forced to use forms. Since then, the only sort of formal poetry I’ve voluntarily kept up doing has been sestina, which I’m awful at but which still holds some kind of compelling numinous mystery for me.
Anyway, this is about the siege in the aftermath of the...
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Part 10: The Rose Mary Stretch
Whoa, whoa, whoa where did parts 7, 8, and 9 go? They’re on my desktop, looking a lot like drastically rejiggered drafts of stuff I posted on here a long time ago. So rather than go through all that again, I’m skipping to the new stuff.
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Now they’re trying to get some more sexy things
coming on again. He means of course
advances in telescience. Outside the green grass
picks up...
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Supplement to Part 6
I forgot the piece this was supposed to parallel was twelve parts, not eight. So here are some dashed off epilogues. Ugh.
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9: the hamburger stand [removed
from other art] unoriginal
[in the jungle]
[in the possibility of death] [in the perimeter thereof] the smell of frying meat and the oil of nickles 10: the smell of frying meat oh, how presidential! the silence kept at desks the...
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Part 6, 'Physiognomy of Richard Nixon Under...
1.
The angle the face billows out like
warm air rising beneath rubber gravity
tugs at his jaw, his chin, his lower lip
you never saw him with the bottle
of liquor pacing New Jersey’s historic homes
before that Altman picture did you he smiles
as sweetly as he can, well yes, well
fiction’s fiction as long as it’s in the spirit of fun— 2.
Ted Rogers notes: he has very translucent
almost blue-white...
'Life, Friends, is Blogging. We Must Not Say So.'
Well, uh, first of all, hi to all my new followers. It’s weird to have you all here, and it’s a pleasure to be featured by the Tumblr staff.
I’m in the middle of a long sequence of poems on Nixon and Socrates and the homoerotic in 70’s American and 4th century Athens, sort of, so if that’s not your thing I’m sorry in advance.
If you really like what you see,...
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Part 5, sock it to me...?
my lungs came out!
(don’t interrupt me) my
lungs came out my lungs
came out I returned to the city
where my lungs came out
my bodies stained with purple
my lungs came out
my birds of prey avoidant
came out the dogs that
ate of the demosion sema came out
my bodies feral in agora
my gods’ bodies indulgent in bird shit
my lungs came out for the mysterious
ghost called daimonion by Thucydides
the...
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Part 4, the wilderness years
iv.the wilderness years The gesture towards the magic
word ‘perimeter’ interrupted
by a young deer thrashing
among the wheat a crow beating around its face
and neck. He slips off
his shoes and runs with Tricia
and Julie to the shoreline a sparrow so little he was
mistaken for a toad half
buried in sand.
He gave them a sword and at sunset he said the gnats
come out in force. Pat smacks
her...
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Part 3, kleroterion sestina
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kleroterion
Athenians believed this thing didn’t run on actual pure chance, but on divively ordained selection. So.
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He had the secretary ring in Pete Dailey,
Embarrassed, sweaty in a June untroubled by Eagleton, black neck-tie
Smeared with Russian dressing and black deli crumbs. Sit, please,
He said and gestured towards the screeners. Reels of...
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Psyche Pinned to Cardboard on the Outskirts of...
I made up a conceit for a poem as a joke but decided to run with it. I actually kind of like the structural idea but dunno about the execution at this point.
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i. I Leave You Gentleman Now and You Will Write It.
My bad offensive theory about Nixon.
My bad offensive theory about Nixon’s unipolar ghost.
My bad offensive theory about Socrates stretching
His thick left leg as high as...
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All the Horrible Business in My Intestines
I saw a horrible looking mummy on TV, it shot a poem into my brain using horrible futuristic cathode beams. I also though about what kind of poem would be really rude for an editor to read, and I wrote it.
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Falls out at once on the floor of the crypt. They say
Oh, that means he’s dead, we’re done here.
I apologize profusely, weeping and blushing. In the past I’d controlled each cell wall...
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Chester County Club of Racists
We convene in the soft chairs at the back
Of the mouth. We lay our magazines flat.
Thrust our hips against the undercarriage, lift
Off into the unhappy air.
We exist with long limbs. We exist short.
We take advice on our golf swings from
The stories of the downfall of empires,
Swing low heavy blows from the shoulders
Of teeth-marks. We tell little old ladies
That we’re getting PhDs in Greco-Roman...
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The Return of this Thing
I didn’t write much so far, this May. My girlfriend graduated college and I was lazy, and sick, and busy. Well here’s a thing I wrote on the back of a business card today in very very small font, in a waiting room, with wet socks on and a wet tie.
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The poem I found though
The poem I found and unmasked
Through various travails and
Accusations of crimes— A small wilted object on...
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National Poetry Writing Month Is Over
but poems will never die
51.
In this edition Deckard is a replicant.
It is a sad black insect that sits in at night
Eating its bowl of aphids and sobbing
At the part where frank o’hara dies It’s one sad sack of a black insect perched
At the hairline fracture of an ocean
Throwing perch back to the motherland
With crumbs of fungal culture
All smeared around the jet black bib
Of culture and labour....
