May 2012
32 posts
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Local Archive: Memoirs of Cole Phelps, the... →
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Local Archive: Cole Phelps Disguises Himself as a...
Today I got engaged, if you didn’t hear from my other blog first. I was so excited I forgot about poems for a little while. Then I produced probably the least romantic thing I ever wrote. Sorry Abby. Sorry mom and dad. Sorry god. Sorry everybody.
In any case, I’m truly looking forward to a life with the girl who turns my wretched leering heart to gladness. This poem touches upon my...
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Local Archive: Cole Phelps Kills 5,000 Armed Men...
The most beautiful possible film Cole Phelps can imagine is a cross between Bresson’s Trial of Joan of Arc and Luis Bunuel’s Simon of the Desert that he made frustrated and sad in Mexico in 1965. In this possible movie, after Florence Delay as Joan of Arc recants before the tribunal she is unshackled and released to her cell. She bursts into tears like in the beginning of Bresson’s movie, eats a...
Anonymous asked: What is the basis of your tumblr blogs? I'm trying to figure out why you're posting what you're posting.
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Cole Phelps Submits Confessional Poetry to a...
I’m going to write a confessional poem and neither you/ nor all the cops in christendom can stop me.
-Donald Food, “I’m Not Into Bataille’s Rotting Teeth Anymore”
met a better best man at a concert in a gallery
than the best man I met rolling around on the floor
of the boiler room in a shirt that said I heart Hentai: met a man better than east coast players...
soredemonao asked: The last one was brilliance! Needs to be in an anthology of something, somewhere, filled with like minded brilliance. Kudos poet! Wonderful work you do.
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Review: Alien vs. Predator, by Michael Robbins
I hope nobody is like, a review? Why? I hate this! I got this book through an informal agreement to give some thoughts on it, I loved it a lot, and I figured it would be best if I put it in the place where it would get the most eyes. Buy the book here if you’re intrigued, or check out the author here.
Alien vs. Predator, by Michael Robbins.
Penguin Poets. 70 pp.
I feel like May might be...
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Local Archive: Municipal Outburst of Perfect...
The world isn’t something I get to make fun of.
Some people know even less Latin and Greek than me.
That is, have less. In this city,
a stranger comes up upon your body going bar bar bar
until he finds a clue. I’m not sure what’s going on.
I can’t spell polizeiwissenschaft without using Google.
I don’t go to shows because I’m trying to be frugal.
I missed Polica at Johnny Brenda’s. I’ve swapped...
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Archive Fever 64
-after David W. Pritchard and Jon Schoenfelder It’s vain to think any of this is self-evident.
That’s why Cole Phelps moves his body personally
along every vector the crime scene offers.
Fantomas is real, and according to grindr, he is extremely horny.
Who needs clues when we’ve got science?
Who needs science when we’ve got philosophy?
Who needs philosophy? I can barely read French and I’m...
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Local Archive: Important Clue Reblogged by...
-I’ve been reading a lot of Michael Robbins Cole Phelps buried living in Carthage’s biggest Borders,
asking ghoul receptionists for Season One of Hoarders. Cole, be sure to switch the molting lights when locking up
the gates of horn behind you, Sound and Sete. Time enough to become sweetly addicted to your cat’s Clonazepam. In search of clues, you boldly ease your hair into a...
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Public Clue Detection Service
The first thing people usually notice about this service:
I guess the acres of flesh stranded out like beams in its wake. FAQ: I like all cats, but especially cats
who are invisible except for their nervous systems and floating eyeballs. I have a poisonous bite, a claw attack,
and a BA in graven images, minoring in bashful flamen. Rats are just mice who’ve succumbed to the numinous.
I’m looking...
thediamondsinlucyssky-deactivat asked: I've just spent a whole hour reading your blog (and I have an exam in four hours, so that's saying something!) I couldn't morally leave your page without telling you that you have a wonderful way with words. Not many people look at the world you do anymore, so it's lovely to find such a blog.
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Local Archive: Formal Archive
Cole Phelps, you are so tiny.
You’re so small and your membrane
remains static at unusual places.
Cole Phelps, it’s an attempt to help you
get out of this stupid dialectic of house-husbands
tying ropes around their own damn wrists all day.
You’re just SO so tiny, rolled under and trapped in the wooden seat
of a red and white row-boat on cinderblocks in a yard. Cole Phelps, a masked stranger has...
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local archive: unmighty are his moste mead
From outside the poem you are observing Cole Phelps’ body.
Without knowing why he looks around and hides inside a bale of hay.
He writes on his legal pad: the body a big melting mass. rub up against it. I am observing Cole Phelps’ body by turning it around in my teleplasmic hands.
I am having a good gander at his digital torsions and laughing. yolo, Cole Phelps. Write: WORLDES BLIST NE LAST NO...
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midtwn englsh: ball of mutable creatures
the palliasses fall wancanca aha bzdooc the butterflies
the scissors the scissors the scissors and the shadows
the scissors and the clouds the scissors the ships
-Tristan Tzara, ‘The White Leprous Giant in the Countryside” In the city a giant cat is moving through the city
in the city a giant cat licking hotels to ruin
in the city a giant cat overturning trolleys with its tail bajillions dead in...
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Promoted to Vice! Hey!
Clarity is a kind of mystery, or um I mean, a kind of mystery. The Case of the Long Fingernails: Detective Cole Phelps, using somatic forensics, strips down to his wool socks and grey fedora and stands in a deep basin of ice-cold water for days looking through the keyhole of his house out into the street of the City. The quiet young secretary to whom he rents the small garret apartment observes...
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Local Archive #1
I am hopefully starting a long poem about flanerie, archives, and CAConrad’s somatic exercises. I’m interested in exophonics and intertextuality between mediums, so. Ok.
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Cole Phelps rub up a bod
on objects to better piece than
we with eyes or abstract causal
sleuthing. Twist, grind, dagger or tunnel in
on object to get to the letter of it.
Novel motion to crack dumb...
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Poem Devoted to Gulling
poem devoted to gulling from
culled to confront peeling poem
squired at Culloden acquire
motivated poem poem tried
and motivated sullen or
emulsifying omen declared for
going porcelain devoured by golem
separated at origin loam of
her my assortment corroborated
by home base security devoted
to gulling from caul to front eel
poem soured at birth flayed poem
motor poem talking at air poem...
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GHOST-MODERNISM: Please help Tricia Lockwood's... →
michaelrobbinspoet:
Elegant Choice, the husband of my dear friend and Amazing Poet Patricia Lockwood, needs your help. He’s going blind & needs an operation. They need money. Please donate what you can. Here’s Tricia’s blog post about it, with instructions about how to make a donation….
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The Film Needs to Be Slower and Duller at the...
My favorite opera is Wozzeck because I would explode
my lame body to mean power.
My favorite fist is the big grey one grinding
mollusks into sand because I always dreamed
of being run down by a jeep crossing the cobblestone
drive-way three blocks down from my apartment. My fondless dream is alone in a zone.
Hence my sitting being maudlin on the rim of a can
with no bottom. This as well is a trap....
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Nobody Has Ever Cut Anything From Andrei Rublev
a fact about the use of dead birds in medieval mystery plays is taken from Patti McCarthy’s poem ‘(p)salter’
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in a mystery play
somebody dies on a sidewalk
somebody checks for pulse with big
motion and says birds jerked up-
wards with strings spectrum fever is the ray I’m speaking,
by the way. were I bug it would be blood
I’d be drinking with my clogged proboscis.
orange...
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Cotton Mather Eats a Spider
Lord, stamp […] on my eyeballs.
-Jonathan Edwards, poem beginning My Life had stood- a Loaded Gun
referred to by date of composition in conversation
rescinding backwards towards Sansloy, Leviathan,
unattractive anonymous arch-bishop bludgeoned to death
in Bruges by 13th century Scots who spell souvreignty
with a u and one e. my girlfriend passed through Amherst by AMTRAK and hesitated
by...
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Ballad of Misc. Georgia Dentist
Somebody’s father was a southern doctor
salvaged in the middle of the night by sheriffs
driving drunk back to the small wooden jail
to sign “massive coronary” over “head wound”
or “throat effaced, bobbing weakly over the chest.” Somebody’s father’s car emerging from the woods
with his pale hand at rest on rare deer. His next tract,
his head-lights a vote cast in a lead box with ten holes.
To sign...
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Public Joy in Merryland
At the “Beggar’s Benison,” the sons
of the Scottish middle-class masturbated
into a tin platter to demonstrate music for use. A variety of smugglers, Jacobites,
sons of second-rank families, the club
met at Castle Dreel, in Anstruther Wester,
to drink, read pornographic novels out loud,
and generally voice their ressentiment
amongst a group of peers. Their motto was “be fruitful and multiply”...
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Grothendieck Inequalities [CHAPBOOK] →
An appalling lyric essay that has earned an ‘A’ from real live professionals and the acclamations of men of good taste.
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LIST OF ALL CAPITALIZED WORDS IN 'GROTHENDIECK...
A poem about obsession with incommensurability is coming. In the mean time here are all the capitalized words from it. They demonstrate the point pretty well. They are arranged in an ‘aesthetically nice way.’
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GROTHENDIECK INEQUALITIES By Chris Schaeffer A The Alexander Grothendieck LIES ALGEBA Dynkinovy When Grothendieck He When Pyrenees Grothendieck He He Grothendieck Galois...
Poem/Game Commonplace →
rumirumirumirumi:
Final project for poetry workshop.
Look at this good thing everybody.
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Instructions to an Abandoned Project
In a room, Meister Eckhart is caning the reader. Because of low-income home energy assistance program (LIHEAP) Meister Eckhart can afford hot water, can scald himself every morning for cool feelings. The reader (you) may slip away when Meister Eckhart lapses into a snooze, borrow heat to boil water for tea or turn up the doctor of the church’s thermostat. You may reflect on his theology while...
rumirumirumirumi asked: 12, 16, 24 (I ask 24 because of Susan Howe)
thetargetbird asked: That was my attitude. 3, 6, 10, 14. Don't have to answer all, just curious.
interruptions asked: 23?
21 Questions for Writers
jayarrarr:
I see y’all reblogging these “ask me a number” things, and I’m not saying they’re not interesting (okay, some of them aren’t), but none of them are tailored to the “writing community”. You call yourselves a writing community? Act like it! I’ll start. Here ya go.
Note: you can ask me these questions if you wish, but reblog them so others can ask you, and get asked, and we can all get...
