June 2012
24 posts
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Kaspar Hauser Song, by Georg Trakl
ghostorballoon:
translation by uh me. Original here. Historical context here.
He truly loved the sun, crimson descending hillsides,
the ways through the woods, the song of the blackbirds,
the ecstasy of green.
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So serious, this life in the shade of trees,
this pure countenance.
God spoke a gentle flame into his heart:
O man!
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Silence found his stride at the city in evening;
the...
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Impromptu Resumption of 'Dillinger is Dad'
1.
green building cured her cancer for ten years
fake building reassembled
flush with good cash
reassembled as a separate continent
with a grant, or friend
of the family.
Dillinger is long, or bang or a clong
he’s a sterling dead
beatified on his brat. if I pave the way
I’ll get one and cut him off financially.
HM HUM will pave the way
financially girl with wild money like good bangs
a grey check...
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Pop Songs Your New Boyfriend's Too Stupid To...
my girl’s face is a summary of history.
it’s a bust of Hegel with bonus dimples.
my girl destroyed Carthage with a +1 Morning Star
and cooked the ruins with kale. I don’t deserve anything.
my girl’s cloud is summarily promoted to vice.
my girl’s horse has never had lice.
my girl’s gun had stood a loaded life.
her teeth are the fetching color of phenomenology.
...
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POET BE LIKE GOG
Here is a poem about reading Bruce Andrews in the 12th century on the Volga River banks.
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free open ghost rock club
free fire clob
I’m discursive elements in
in marginal bay area model
set up in a tough man’s basement free glob head jammed through
giant sheet of shale.
and a toy mountain.
either part of this digression
is fake mountain.
fucked up but true. who have ever met anybody
so...
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Buy One Get One Free Poem
‘you’ll wonder how it’s relevant and meanwhile I will eat all the icing off the cake.’
-David W. Pritchard
It is more or less okay
to be no good at painting
a guy behind me here
at this little store
paid six hundred dollars
for baseball tickets
and is planning
on sneaking in beer people can do okay
in student housing.
I borrowed money
from the government. hey I’m not an...
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Figured Lemon Music
I saw a long thread on Facebook about concealing cleavage at the office while simultaneously watching Hollis Frampton and arguing about Jack Spicer. I googled ‘afford a bra’ as a seed-phrase and have lifted language from the results for this thing. It was very hot in Philadelphia today. A homeless guy on the MFL got me thinking about ‘off-key’ repetition. I have also been...
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Here's How a Brutal Man Cuts Plastic
that’s a trick force
taught me how to be brutal? that’s not a trick, that’s a trait if Girls is over my Sundays are free forever #letspublic if force becomes your car, the sound might be:
snap snap snap snap snap
force might be becoming compost
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Notes to 'Monk Rock'
I wrote this long serial poem for a thing, and I think I’m not supposed to be blaring it all over the place right now, but I like it enough and I’m so excited with it that I’m going to cheat a little and post the end-notes. Oh my god everybody just get stoked.
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“Cover: I don’t know where this picture of a comet came from. It came from a sketchy astrology website I...
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Ted Berrigan Surveys Season Five of 'Mad Men' And...
05x11 The Other Woman
I’m a bankrupt machine shifting gears inside the scaffold.
A body says, it isn’t here, a body
exchanges one abstract for a more abstract.
No force on earth is weaker than the force that I extract, which pushes a bill across a surface,
which rumples two points on a surface
into folds. To return to an earlier point
in time, no force on earth is weaker than. A million...
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Ted Berrigan Surveys Season Five of 'Mad Men' And...
5x07 At the Codfish Ball
I’m starving to death outside your door. I’m water as becoming-freeze.
I’m on my knees before a shuddering body. This is as good as this job gets.
When I was a Marxist I spoke like a Marxist. But now I return
without my white-leather boots, without make-up, I’m moving in with a casual man and my whole heart is bursting. When I was a Marxist
my whole heart was bursting....
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Ted Berrigan Surveys Season Five of 'Mad Men' And...
5x04 Mystery Date Future defined as body pinioned by event to unblinking space.
He hit me he hit me he hit me he hit me he hit me he hit me
he hit me (and it felt like a kiss). Could matter be that rot
building in our mouths? He hit me, but it didn’t hurt me. He hit me (and it felt like math articulating itself
in words.) (Words are not enough. No words can
He hit me (and if math could explain...
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Ted Berrigan Surveys Season Five of 'Mad Men' And...
05x01 A Little Kiss Whither our Pete Campbell shaming
strangers for their water stunts
or writhing on a well-appointed carpet
singing a song that doesn’t exist yet. What I remember is the ‘ballet of beans’
and young men digging their hands in
to a bowl of interesting nutrients.
Mock mock-ads after that who would not Lift a window-latch, wear hounds-tooth
to writhe on a well-appointed pane...
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A Sonnet Crown
I was inspired by Jonny Lohr’s excellent sonnet crown on Wittgenstein and Thomas Wyatt, as well as by Berrigan’s Sonnets and basic cable. I wanted to be loose with the metrical rules of the sonnet but still incorporate that element of jig-saw puzzle rhyme that appeals to me in older crowns. Well. Part 1 will be up in a minute.
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Garment District
Shall we do laundry now? No.
There is a fly in the desert that sucks out
rhetoric as gin from a bone it says
hum hum somebody hasn’t read
his Sidney.
In the desert you can get a Ciceronian sunburn.
Ha ha. That’s ok, nevermind. All of my co-workers
are bones now.
All my gold rings washed off my finger
and into an infinite cone of detergent.
Shall we do laundry after dinner?
You’re making tacos and...
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Jack Spicer's Final Repose (3x04, 10/13/95)
I took my hand in Jack Spicer’s hand and
we sat down on an infinitely large love-seat
to watch season 3 of the X-Files on Netflix. Jack Spicer cried when Clyde Bruckman (the sun) died.
He cried when Clyde Bruckman (the moon) told Gillian Anderson
(Peter Boyle) she wouldn’t die. He coughed up a curlew, a stint, and a sandpiper. I caught Jack Spicer looking up spoilers
on the A.V. Club. I saw him...
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Parement Master
I’ve done violence to a poem and chopped it in two.
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the shape of medieval history is
some guy with a red hat calling
dance at one million Christian Singles
dressed like Death.
this guy, he keeps calling dance
(for hours!)
but everyone on earth
is too depressed to boogie.
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Pals Battallion
This is supposed to be sort of like a “defusal” of certain interesting lines of thought about the transient masculine body that appears in a lot of World War I poetry, but it didn’t turn out right.
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garment district
cargo city
high-waist pants with
two-button closure
on the waist
girl
I can see
like your whole
dang bra boy the bold flavors of
mid-century...
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Romantic Seinfeld Detective Fiction
My baby takes the mourning train
she works from 9 til 5 and then
she takes another home again
to find me waiting for her My baby rides the loudest dirt bike
even invented by man.
She plays ‘Thunder Road’ on repeat
and I think this bike will explode. My baby takes a warning shot
a thousand trigger-men
hit the dirt, a train goes
off the rails. she works from 9 til 5 and then My baby stops traffic...
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Smoothest Youngest Known Archivist
Who’s heard of lace?
Caricature of a teenager
drawn by a teenager kneeling
on the floor with magic
markers. Any mark
sighted and indexed
could be permanent.
Let me study Vitrivius,
get back to you. Can index with magic marker
several several years
ago—or count backwards,
an architecture can,
to youth, preserve
networks of motion and
biopolitical time
so well
in such a cool way—
can still with fat...
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Local Archive: Area Insurance Fraud
Hey—authentic rain
making workmen
shout and park
a FIOS truck
closer
to the block! Hey, my hand
can fit through
a gap in a storm
window with the risk
of sustaining a minor
cut or bruise, because
our house is bad. My hand can,
with negligible risk,
exist at
once in the domestic
space of a bad house and
get wet in authentic
rain that smells
like feral cat pee. Architecture and commodities
can be...
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Political Bigfoot Podcast
I can’t be polemical tonight. Hence,
no referent here more obscure than
scat, or an electronic box strapped
high in the trees emitting a signal
close to the sound of a sasquatch mating.
Something with a degree in engineering
is slouching in green paint towards tents,
with a rader gun, with night-vision
goggles.
I like my sasquatch
like I like my theater:...
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Local Archive: The Marriage of Philology and...
quotations from Shelley’s ‘Prometheus Unbound’ and Jack Spicer’s ‘Beowulf.’ Also a bit from other Spicer poems. One line owes something to a catalogue description by Delacroix quoted by Baudelaire.
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He read so much Shelley his head
Heap good he
the moral interest of the fable […] would be annihilated
pursued as...
