unspecializeart asked: If there was a shortage of pens, I would give you mine, or a pencil maybe. You write good. How do you do it (because otherwise I'm not asking you anything)?
that was supposed to be about the history of CPR but I got distracted
sketches for 'Amfortasland!!'
i. Somebody’s loved one playing Bruch in the cathedral. Movement one, the Vorspiel. Movement two, adagio, please. Two wounded kings bumbling around the same dark zone, the set of rooms, the wounded perimeter, the poorly maintained antechambers and mounds of dirty rushes. The two bodies tethered by a spatial relation. Somebody spread out on a couch in the lobby. An animal outside pinned to the past...
Untitled Popham State Park
These kids don’t know what ocean is, These swelled salt-lozenge evenings, These beds of salt, these salt looks And salt problems clamped to the back Of the knee and carried all the way back home: We came to see the narrow path out To the island, and walk it, but found The whole landscape broadened and tamped down. Men rode their red bikes around tidal pools. The shape of a face smiling in...
invisionme asked: HEY! WHAT SCHOOL DID YOU TAKE POETRY AT? I'M LOOKING FOR A SCHOOL WHERE I CAN STUDY POETRY.
forthelove--ofmybody asked: If you could invent something to help mankind, what would it be?
POLYDORUS IS DEAD: vi. harmonieleerer
I skipped parts 2-5 because I’m not happy with them. The title of this is a really stupid John Adams pun. I’ll probably change it someday. Certain phrases of this derive from ‘The Golden Bough’ a long book with dumb parts. I found in Euripides’ treatment of Polyxema something of the modern concept of male gaze— the way this beautiful young virgin is suddenly...
thetargetbird asked: I love your treatments of epic characters. Well done.
POLYDORUS IS DEAD: i. tent spirit
I’m back with another multipart beast that nobody should give a shit about. This time the focus is on Polydorus, a peripheral figure in the Trojan cycle who dies two wildly different but equally evocative deaths in Euripides and Virgil. Overall sequence featuring guest appearances by Cassandra, Hecubah, Agammemnon, Oedipus, etc. There’s even a Noel Coward pun for any sly cats out...
Is it stupid to do not so much an imitation of a poet but an imitation of a translation of a poet? Well, here is an attempted imitation of the spare, gnomic quality Burton Raffell gives to the ‘Greek Anthology’ in 2004’s ‘Pure Pagan: Seven Centuries of Greek Fragments and Poems.’ I guess. Anyway this sucks but it was nice finger exercise. — observe the tern: ...
Let's Read Hegel!
The work Translated as ‘total ontological panic’ Rehearsed in an awful hurry Released in late beta, Unsustainable, untenable. Unrevisable after the hands Of the author fall off suddenly At dinner, in the author’s wife’s wine, oh no! The work banished, Sealed up in jars of vinegar, Preserved under stones, Looted by legionnaires, Mistaken for smugglers’ gold By boy detectives, debunked As myth by...
Die Gluckliche Hand
Shall we go, shall we go then, In one minute, in five, to where Schoenberg sits quartering oranges With a little knife won in a bet, Sweet as molasses on a laurel crown, he brags, And three times as sharp, shall we go To the near-blue clump of sentinel pines, To the upturned rotting boat, The ring of watch-towers staffed By portable TVs, books on birds, Maps of regional Bigfoots marked up in red...
Anonymous asked: wow that last poem made me want to eat a tomato bagel and then some pizza and then get naked in the kitchen! way to bring out the imagery
At Beautiful Bookstore
There’s a rather nice bookstore in Brunswick, Maine that specializes in poetry. There’s a rather nice coffee-shop across the street too, and while reading there this afternoon I sort of half dozed off and conflated the two in my mind, coming to a few minutes later shaking off these weird splendid memories of reading chapbooks and eating sloppy drippy quiche at once in a paradaisical...