February 2012
17 posts
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Ballad of the Orgy of the Doctors of the Church
Poem about reading Schreber and Marguerite Porete as somatic engagements. I opened my window, threw a javelin out into the streets, and just transcribed directly the first poem it hit. Poem wrung from the body of an impaled pigeon. Also an attempt to figure out how I felt about Nick Demske, whose book I read last week.
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I’d date a cool betrayer with a skinny cut cardigan. That is,
in cool...
FER DANS NOTRE COEUR
arianareines:
is a line i think by st john perse
a friend of mine wanted tattooed on her
st john perse gets made fun of or dissed in soft targets
by maybe alain badiou
something about the gilt chair he sat in
or i may be misremembering
well he was a diplomat i suppose
he flew over the lands
i read anabase
it was some years
i thought the sweep of the feeling was a wonderful sweep
i had...
Hey Watch Out
I’m doing a reading tomorrow in West Philly. If you’re a real pro player you’d already be invited, but heads up anyway.
deactiavtedhookedonsemiotics asked: would you say aggressive chumminess is an important aesthetic virtue in your poems? also, how come you never use cheese fries in your writing?
lasucette-deactivated20120326 asked: Hello there. I read your baseball piece and it tickled my fancy, not because I understand anything about baseball (I'm foreign born and lived in NY for 12 years but still don't "get" it) but because of the bit you dropped about universal masculinity. It's striking (I swear that's not a pun, it sort of just came out). At any rate, can you expand on that bit? Do you...
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Three Philosophical Poets Doing Something Everyone...
-after Jack Spicer and Marguerite Porete
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What do we love? Baseball!! What do we love it? Baseball!! Baseball!! Baseball!! I stole this passion from Jack Spicer. I stole a passion
to become relatable to the reader. I stole a position
of masculine universality and slid into first.
I slid into the house that Jack built and ate all his leather...
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Found Poem: This Game Will Clearly Not Be All That...
an alien/human may gyrate her hips
while on top (fleeting— one-
to-two
seconds) actual sex is never depicted—
the camera
cuts away
to space furniture and ceilings
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Modified Monocyte Breeder, 4
access on to spleen,
open apparatus legible
in red pulp, white pulp, marginal
vessels zoned to drain or sink— I’ll hypertrophy, or shrink
either way, it’s the weekend,
someone can become startled
or staggered by a sharp blow
to the systems stimulating
lots of red blood, iron,
and of course nobody enjoys
reeling into hemorrhagic shock. I want to find out what a “bile duct” is
and reference...
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Modified Monocyte Breeder, 3
there’s a cult about it and it is lungs.
I mean, I’m available to access
otherwise weighed down by excess. Lungs and at most one other organ
suspended. Green—white—brown—
it isn’t really aesthetic on purpose but everyone
insists on cheering whenever the apparatus shows up. What I heard on the radio was:
something something robes something something
regalia.
That is,
I was taking...
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Modified Monocyte Breeder, 2
Please look under your seats to find:
a book about infinity by David Foster Wallace, and
a book about the void by some guy I’ve never heard of these are gifts from me to you, what I’m getting at
is that I’d like to sweetly nudge poetry back
towards a gift economy, slowly at first,
until we return sometime in the Spring to the point
where we may burn the author to death on the shores
to...
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Modified Monocyte Breeder, 1
What you’re looking at here is a pencil sketch of a dog
drawn by Georg Cantor the younger—the first of its kind—
and no less attractive for it in fact in its novelty
redemptive for the nation—or, we’ll amend—the family—
with the dog curled up under a tree or some kind of lightly
shaded rock, licking itself with its eyes closed. What he also invented was the long southern tail
attached at the end...
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Sleepwalk Empire →
Another free chapbook for the sight and delectation of the internet! This was going to just sit around on my hard-drive and die, but my girlfriend made this chic looking cover and I didn’t want it to go to waste.
Go, download, enjoy, if you like Steve Buscemi, or avant-garde algebra, or fleeing to the Pyrenees.
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Several Things I Forgot About Political Theology
I’m reading two excellent sets of poems today and scoring dozens of bad poems for two journals. It’s difficult to read when you’re sick, which makes me think of Middleton and Moretti and ‘distant reading.’
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A mishap with a printer at first foreclosed
any possibility I had of engaging with the text.
Because things wound up double-sided
there was no way to cut...
