Continuous Installation Your body is a metal instrument ringing with an evil music. Your body, now metal, is being played; a music rings out from it. It echoes everywhere. You hear it nonstop. You are not the composer. But the song is named for you. It has your name. It is you. It is all you hear. It is all you can … Continue reading Poetry by Karen Weiser
An Erased Rauschenberg compositions exist, not unchanged valuable, well, real trash can’t find something as-if put I before the long city realize cuff-demarcations a little nothing, invitingly composed of age, handkerchief, and officious hopes one reality suggests climbing imagery but we is goat business like the five ego entities between the … Continue reading Poetry by Tim Keane
Also Rises the Sun SepticemiaWithHalfCockedSmile reposted your blog DeadDollTantrums reblogged this from TheyShootHowlingPrairieDogsDon’tThey BarelyAtheist shared your deletion FocussedOnShimmer blogged your reposting TotallyWithoutAwe favored your share SlantRhyme liked comment OpalescentSenescence unsubscribed DefrockedCrock blocked your posts Whimsey’sAmnesia friended your status FlagrantPhallicy copied your reposting PotbelliedSpoiler moved your share StubbedToe skipped your comment JiltedDoorframe marked your blog unread IlluminatedTupperware repudiated your reposting JocoseInsomniac commented on … Continue reading Poetry by Charles Bernstein
by j/j hastain Review of Snowflake / Different Streets Wave Books, 2012 I do not sense much difference (in tone of language or in language itself) between Myles’ poems and her prose writing. Regardless of genre there is always this feeling of being in a fucked up richness–a richness that is dense and also rooted–rooted in manifestations of magnificence (“an edible saint” / “I imagine … Continue reading Creative Engagement with Eileen Myles’ Snowflake
Dinner with the ghost of Lorenzo Thomas He was wearing a dapper suit and midnight blue brocaded tie–no stripes on him. There was a sparkle in his brown eyes/his ghost was most corporeal You’re still curious about the world, I asked. “Oh yes”, said he spying an Obama 2012 poster. “Brotherman needs to keep smoking!”, he opined The hole in … Continue reading Two Poems by Patricia Spears Jones
Slipstream If you still have charm you have been underutilized; but tell us, which do you love more, your dagger or the moon? Now withdraw the question and the dagger both from the eye of the beholder and return to the symposium being held on a rock somewhere in the sea. Do not allow the dark impending shapes to obscure the presentations completely, … Continue reading Three Poems by Tony Towle
by Chris Tysh I don’t fuck much with the past but I fuck plenty with the future –Patti Smith [1] ● “One day, I awoke” “& found myself on” “a subway” (3) ● Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita[2] mi ritrovai per una selva obsura for the straight way was lost ● A sea of stories[3]: in the endless night I ride below … Continue reading Alice Notley: Sheets of Time in Contemporary Lyric Practice
Ars Poetica I What is it you want? I used to know. Has it changed? No. What it is you want? Love. To be loved. Has it changed? Love? Yes. It has. What is it you want? To be brilliant. Effortlessly brilliant. Has it changed? I never got that. What is it you want? To be charming. Handsome. Has it changed? I … Continue reading Two Poems by Jason Schneiderman
by Traver Pam Dick 1 Then one moment it dawned on me, I turned into Traver. 2 Crossroads like of philosophy and lit. Poetry and fiction. 3 Prose poem qua transverse. Lines as stanzas, steps in weird proofs, notes. Traver got blue shoulders. 4 Forms are aspect shifts. Facing different directions. Two faces, hourglass. Duck-rabbit. Dick-Traver. Mode swings. 5 It’s too hot in here, … Continue reading Trans Verse (or, Traver’s Tranifesto)
Lapping City I walked across an endless square and saw myself walking The people in morning come and by evening walk back across bridges The water, everywhere lapping at souls, no cars’ machinery Sounds, winch turning, a motor, voices Memo Oar Lisp Ostrich above punched equilibrium accosted fabric tithe emit sequence register launching hunch thimble reason pressure … Continue reading Two Poems by Vincent Katz
BP If I set my blackberry at ‘normal’ what will I get besides a paler icon on its screen that’s silent and that seems weird who taught their students to never say weird. I’d be speechless so much of the time. In fact ‘weird’ is the mitten I keep my normal in so there. The bottom line’s gotta be class I write in this … Continue reading A Poem by Eileen Myles
THE STREET “The populist slogan ‘Save Main Street not Wall Street’ is…totally misleading…it overlooks the fact that what keeps Main Street going under Capitalism is Wall Street.” – Slavoj Zizek when people refer to The Street they only mean one street the one with the wall at the end it’s the only street left in the universe that’s real the others almost as famous one … Continue reading Three Poems by Jerome Sala
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A Poem for You I wanted to write a poem so full of spirit-lite™ that my father would finally like it, that would bring him easy peace. I wanted to write a poem so wise, yet tailored for one sitting that even Mom would understand, and say: Yes, in that way women agree with each other about how their husbands are just so messy … Continue reading Two Poems by Ana Božičević
Let’s say that Charles Olson, who fretted about the short life-spans of his male ancestors as an indicator of his early death in “The K” (Olson, Selected 159), does not die in 1970 at the age of 59. Worn out, he goes underground and just observes the culture for a very long time. In full possession of his faculties, he turns a century old in … Continue reading Olson Meets Web 2.0