April 2012
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Traditional Bibliomancy: 'A Great Glutton, and...
This is a short exercise I did last week based on a prompt by one of my classmates during the last session of Jena Osman’s graduate workshop. For my source text I borrowed a copy of the ‘Game of Thrones’ novel (the plot of which is deliberately opaque to me). The resulting poem made me crack up when I re-found it in my notebook, so here it is.
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A book is picked that is...
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ghostorballoon:
Today, I announced my forthcoming return to short fiction at a press conference held in front of the Huntingon/Tulip post-office box. This announcement was met with cheers of adulation and desire by a throng of buff and bronzed eighteen year old muscleguys, who had followed my fiction career from their boyhood days and gestated quietly in determined materiality in hope of my...
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“begetting an especially potent intersection of desire and repulsion through the multiplicity of monstrosities that make his monstrosity itself monstrous.”
I swear to God there’s no more elegant way to phrase this.
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Johann Budge's Informal Education Over the Course...
Johann Budge at the Donald Food House eating dirt in the back garden
where a cat died in 1985 and some visiting professor
peed when the bathroom door swelled up and fixed itself
to the jamb. In the gift shop, paying with cash,
paying with fives, tens, and fifties, post-cards fit for tailoring,
have a suit made up from faces and on the back,
Spider-Man stamps. Johann Budge breaks into the Chris...
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Johann Budge Sets the Industry Standard for Growth
“When I was seventeen I scratched the inside
of my nostril and accidentally invented blood.
Not too long after came the creation myth.
I decided to pull together a remnant and soon, well,
we all raised our Kleenex high and up our noses
to propitiate something we hadn’t come to naming yet. Anyway, this industrious girl down at the creek made clay so
yeah, there we go, statues and idols.
A large...
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Johann Budge Carries the Torch
I decided to write some poems in which some of CAConrad’s (soma)tic exercises serve as narrative checkpoints in a kind of negative bildungsroman about a fake German orphan. So I guess if I’m going to say this is “after CAConrad” I should acknowledge the influence of his The Book of Frank, too.
- Johann Budge, born “Byrd” standing naked in ice-water
trying hard to succeed...
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Please Enter Massachusetts
sinister list frighteningly named sinister list the jungle column ghost movie I came back from Boston
my body returned from the dead
some people noticed, said
nice the end of Shane ghost movies I dreamt I painted a picture of a man
sitting on the toilet reading Pirke Aboth the end of Shane come back my body returned from the dead and glided
over rotaries and roundabouts
I tried to buy a...
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Six Modes of Reading Homo Sacer in a Sinking Ship
1. bare life in several variations
bare haunch coast for salvage
I hear battle-grounds are like
pretty haunted I guess
I heard anti-war poetry
in the middle of the U Penn Barnes & Noble 2. project for future animals
funding for, provided travel for,
hors d’euvres for, catering for,
spell-check ‘incarnadine’ for, wherefore
we grasp for. project of muddled syntax,
scrubbed, I mean scrapped....
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Tuesday, April 3rd, 2012: Imitation of Joe...
Today I can’t see anything going on around me because several weeks ago I accidentally broke my glasses in a moment of panic when a cat died. I’m not a cat person as such but I was fairly broken up about it when this neighborhood cat died, which we gave milk and little pieces of baloney to when it was well and would approach us and which was eventually run over by a car or truck which made all of...
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Other Berrigan Imitation
Like Ted Berrigan I am closer to 30 than 16, I get nervous
About going bald when I look at my friends. My good girlfriend
Is the opposite. She’s sick from sore throats and walks thru lilies.
Is it weird now to feel the green feeling of youth? Wear grey socks
With black shoes and sell brass heads to tourists? Sit at my desk and hear
Jesus Gonzalez play Schubert sullenly? Eddie Hopely turned 26 this...
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Imitation XLIV
Ted Berrigan’s Sonnets made me nostalgic, so I wrote a pretty blatant imitation. I’m sighing and pacing and becoming wistful like a receipt in Joe Brainard’s wallet.
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Pollen settling on the wide roof duller than a toy’s rest
Elsewhere sirens, someone throws up genially
I’m pleased to see insects in the bathroom,
Pleased when you leave the front door open and dogs come...
