Philip Roth

Wikipedia Poem, No. 788

roth

yorker prize-winning novelist and often blackly come
lo saggi ad annuncia carriera stanco soffriva

de philip roth ha pastoral won a pulitzerovu
cenuo en un terribile mal decades autors dann bestät

che died on todos los fardos los fardos los fardos
los 85 años intentando ha pastorben von engen fre

durante da annunciarne la sua lunga carriera stanco
soffriva ma solo saggi ad annunciarne la segunda

média k nejvýznamnějších american pastoral
die negli ultiple reportantes de philip roth assimilation

assimilation in 20th cenutoral won a prestižní
pulitzerovu cenuia carriera stato contare in 1969

decades autors dann best-known for téměř tří
des son leggere più scritto philip roth jeden gestorben

a la psicología de philip roth the comic novelist whose
nostro tempo smascherato che novelista más i

Explaining Alcoholism to a Christian Using a Metaphor about Photosynthesis

Wikipedia Poem, No. 787

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disaster hammers
choice

diving into memory’s wreck
reveals god an addict

produce and improve
think and civil war

come you groundbreaker
annual depending flashes of green tumble

the fruiting lift of its time
prisms individual residents

hole up at the corymb mall
the follow-up between younger pews

saint george slays
a spray of arboreal math

saint matt jolts his subjects
this isn’t the god damned lottery

Derrida Thinks He is Alone on the Toilet, But is Observed by a Vast, Decentralized, Anonymized Surveillance State

Wikipedia Poem, No. 786

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“Blow up your life / Attune your senses”
— Carolee Schneemann

a cry a lunge maybe
the man’s raw unconsidered hand
doesn’t take authority over the woman’s
nude dross to the movie critic
up the mountain he bruises the woman
hides what she mustn’t take
authority over his nudity
she is shyte just to be available
man achieves or archives
the artist nonethelesses her yawp
bogart describing how he saw a woman
any woman the critic hides in the critic
he doesn’t take authority
over depiction of her with his raw unconsidered
shyte attention as a child’s interlude waning
the female identity shyte attention
although she had secreted the container
of her authority into her own deep depiction
brandishes it over her brain the critic cringes a cry
although she secrets through the chuff lunges
hogwash interludes the female ready to fall
interludes the male that shrunk pill to be

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Charming Modern Poem

Wikipedia Poem, No. 785

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you are waiting for the construction
of my body my body as an extension
of my body my body as an extension

i am waiting for the construction
i am ammo at the art stud club

i need i need i need to be
those psychic territorial power lines
women were admitted to use my body
my body my body my body my body

as an extension

i am my ammunition i am my poison
i am ammunition image paint-construction

i am awaiting-construction
i am ammunition image painting
construct this one thing for me dear

reader i am ammo at the art stud club
i need the art stud club
i need to use my body

my body extends and i am moved
to challenge and threaten the psychics
in the modern temple i am moved

Skull Material

Wikipedia Poem, No. 784

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dromaeosaurid theropod dinosaurid 
the later part of 
the later part of 
       dromaeosaurid 
the 
later part 
o

although others 
     have been 
assigned in the 
        past ognized 
       although 
      others have been assigned in th

mongolia ngoliensis 
fossils of this 
species 
have been discovered 
      in mongoliensis fossils 
o

      for 
skull material 
    from inner mongolia china ed 
          in 
       for skull 
material 
from inner 
mong

other 
dromaeosaurids like deinonychus 
and achillobator velociraptor 
    nevertheless shared many of 
the

with a 
long tail and disembowel 
      prey each hindfoot which is thought to have been 
     used to have 

long and 
      low skull
with 
an upturned snout omaeosaurids 
   by 
      its long 
and 
      low 
skull

This is America

Wikipedia Poem, No. 783

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charms revive glass
god one quits

plague of glass or question
alternative: crashing

diamonds or questions
serenity prayer for IEDs

collect the alternative
crashing strikes itchy neighbor

very-real hand serendipitous charms
down into the glass prayer

for the alternative crashing diamonds
or question weather in the jar

full of god question
safety one can hold

one can hold god
or an imaginary boxcutter

neighbors very-real hand
serendipitous charms

question these over
diamonds lightning fine silk

Digesting the One Perfect Cherry Blossom (Ōtomo no Tabito’s Problem Drinking)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 782

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were  delicious so sweet and so sweet 
and so sweet and so sweet 
        and so  sweet 
    
          and so sweet  and  
so sweet and 
   so sweet and  
          which 
 you were 
of 
being  for  
          breakfast 
for breakfast  for breakfast 
        
 
for 
       breakfast  
   for 
       
   breakfast 
forgive me they   
were probably 
      saving for 
breakfast  
        for breakfast   for breakfast   for my alcoholism  which burns something  
a wise fellow saving for 
breakfast   
     were 
in the plums things like  
a wise 
fellow 
    the plums  the plums that i'm 
saving for my 
alcoholism  which you   were probably  saving you 
somethings like 
       a wise fellow were delicious and sweet
 
me less than half as 
    delicious 
         less than half as  
sweet but still so sweet and 
   rich  
         you 
you were  
breakfast   fermented plums  
breakfast for breakfast for my alcoholism
which you were probably 
saving  
sweet and weepy 
 i couldn't find the 
      plums 
to 
       drink is to 
    drink is 
to drink is 
       to 
       drink 
       
        for breakfast 
for breakfast 
for breakfast 
  for my alcoholism  
which 
 
you were probably
      in your 
delicious way so sweet and 
         rich you were  
    probably saving me for 
my 
alcoholism 
       
   which you were 
          in 
    the atmosphere  plums 
this place of being for breakfast   
for my alcoholism 
 which you were in the business of probably saving 
           for my alcoholism so sweet and i couldn't find the 
     
plums  that 
      were  
delicious so  sweet and so sweet 
and weep i couldn't find they were probably 
 saving  
flowers for breakfast 
     for breakfast   
  for breakfast for my alcoholism which 
      you  
a wise fellow 
 were 
probably saving 
         for 
          my alcoholism which 
        you were 
probably saving  for breakfast  
 
  for breakfast 

breakfast in  
      the japanese 
poem 
that          validated my alcoholism which you 
       were probably saving for breakfast for breakfast for 
       breakfast 
for  
          breakfast for 
breakfast 
     for  breakfast 
for breakfast for 
breakfast for 
breakfast for 
     breakfast for breakfast   
which  you   which you were
they were delicious and sweet probably

Poem to Be Read in the Dark on a Cell Phone in Bed with Rhythm (Many Beautiful Villas)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 781

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turn to food
better debtor
talk of talk
many beautiful villas
talk of many beautiful
villas on beautiful villas
on the argument
villas about authenticity
one from palermo
one from agrigento
the ingredients of
staying in
palermo versus agrigento
the talk of course will turn to
many beautiful villas
the talk of the talk of the
many beautiful villas
on many beautiful villas
they will turn to food
you can also be
stunning in one of the many beautiful
villas on the talk of their ingredients of course
you will turn to straying from me
the island of talk
one from palm trees
one from baryte
one from palermo
one from agrigento
talk of another naturally
occurring crystal formation
bet they will turn
to talk of food you happen upon
beautiful villas on the talk
they will stay buried
in one talk of course
will turn to food you bet
on authenticity of the ingredients
of many beautiful
villas on the many beautiful villas
ars authenticity you bet on
many beautiful villas
on the talk of the signature
of authenticity two locals
sit down at a table they will
turn to bet on something stunning
one will turn further
foreground
many beautiful villas
of course will turn too