Arnaut Blowing Smoke at the Nose of His Dog

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The Fourth Night of the Fifth Year

Stop reading: Things have gotten tense 
Between the Farmer and the Bodybuilder
The Farmer locked in the barn. Jed wakes
The largest rooster, which, in turn, interrupts
His old, bitch mother’s wild dream. Night
After night drunk as if pulled through a kaleidoscope
Basal carcinoma breeches its surface 
A mighty flip for the almighty then back — BACK
Through the airlock. It’s silent here amongst no chicks
Which switch as though ejaculated. Standing nude, monolithic
In the sun, the Farmer forced to clean up after the Bodybuilder.
Stars drip from the padlock lovely beneath the latch.
I can see you, Jed.

The Sixth Night of the Fourth Year

You can continue to stop reading: Things ain’t well
Between the Farmer and the Bodybuilder 
The Farmer has kept in the big, red barn
And Milk, who, it is written, 
Whether or not anyone reads, has continued to 
Dream prodigiously like a pig eating its own shit 
The Caesar wears like a pendant. Butchering’s 50 percent 
What isn’t written, she always said, and that is to say: 
Milk’s lunches have gotten slim.
Less meat landing at the padlock, less meat on the Farmer.
One man opening his hand toward another
Will take something for memory. Jed takes
But won’t remember.

The Eighth Night of the Third Year

You mustn’t read on: Mother is dead
Under a blanket dancing all of her little ones
Their loudest cottons torn along floorboards
Dancing through the eye of a needle.
No mountain passes but saying—oh—saying there are 
Mountain passes cut and in between
Remind me: The Farmer and the Bodybuilder
The Farmer locked in the big, red, burning barn
So many years ago, still, are cocooned back-to-back and hung
From the bark of the Alamo tree. I, the poet, sing to them every night
After night drunk as if pulled through a kaleidoscope
Hoping you will love.

Punchline

“I am often asked why I write, and I don’t know really—I just want to.”
John Ashbery in The Paris Review

“Black Art” by Amiri Baraka

This weekend I was lucky enough to attend the Dodge Poetry Festival in Newark, NJ. The weekend was fast-paced and my experience there included conversations with and readings from Yusef Komunyakaa, Stephen Kuusisto, Patrick Rosal, Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Brian Turner, Rebecca Lindenberg, Bridget Talone, Dan Vera, C. Dale Young, Sharon Olds, Billy Collins, Alex Lemon, Alberto Rios, Brenda Shaughnessy, Rita Dove, Gary Snyder and more.

Sunday afternoon, I heard a stirring tribute to Amiri Baraka. 

Marilyn Nelson read this poem, “Black Art.”

Her introduction to the poem was moving—she gave permission to easily offended listeners to leave the auditorium. As she had done with her students before, she warned that the poem contained language that might offend the easily offended. Her caveat: She refused to apologize for the poem. Poetry is supposed to provoke and make you uncomfortable. Challenge the reader, she said. This isn’t a commercial for Dove soap, she said, it’s art. Anyway, here’s the poem. A truly wonderful experience to have been a part of. 

Thank you, Newark.

Black Art

Poems are bullshit unless they are
teeth or trees or lemons piled
on a step. Or black ladies dying
of men leaving nickel hearts
beating them down. Fuck poems
and they are useful, wd they shoot
come at you, love what you are,
breathe like wrestlers, or shudder
strangely after pissing. We want live
words of the hip world live flesh &
coursing blood. Hearts Brains
Souls splintering fire. We want poems
like fists beating niggers out of Jocks
or dagger poems in the slimy bellies
of the owner-jews. Black poems to
smear on girdlemamma mulatto bitches
whose brains are red jelly stuck
between ‘lizabeth taylor’s toes. Stinking
Whores! we want “poems that kill.”
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
with tongues pulled out and sent to Ireland. Knockoff
poems for dope selling wops or slick halfwhite
politicians Airplane poems, rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr . . .tuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuh
. . .rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr . . . Setting fire and death to
whities ass. Look at the Liberal
Spokesman for the jews clutch his throat
& puke himself into eternity . . . rrrrrrrr
There’s a negroleader pinned to
a bar stool in Sardi’s eyeballs melting
in hot flame Another negroleader
on the steps of the white house one
kneeling between the sheriff’s thighs
negotiating coolly for his people.
Aggh . . . stumbles across the room . . .
Put it on him, poem. Strip him naked
to the world! Another bad poem cracking
steel knuckles in a jewlady’s mouth
Poem scream poison gas on beasts in green berets
Clean out the world for virtue and love,
Let there be no love poems written
until love can exist freely and
cleanly. Let Black people understand
that they are the lovers and the sons
of warriors and sons
of warriors Are poems & poets &
all the loveliness here in the world
We want a black poem. And a
Black World.
Let the world be a Black Poem
And Let All Black People Speak This Poem
Silently
or LOUD

Source: Selected Poetry of Amiri Baraka/LeRoi Jones (1979)

wikipedia poem, no, 33 [post-rational red oak]

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THOUGHT ONE          

as 
        zombies or the quickest $20 
     I ever spent I'm with the 
  MAH

Funny conversation 
of 
    you How born 
on fumes to they 
  cat 
  ladies and 
        but 
do 
any of you have Chuck-like 
reflexes
   
Funny

       How the same noises as 
     an 
        absolute from hell
    It's really ridiculous

oh 
her

          Glow Fest 
    $20 every 
      single day

Not surprised! Loving when 
  I 
say the wedding
          Did 
  you again Loving when 
I’m
on fumes today

Anyone else's baby 
      makes a little something  Definitely 
exaggerated 
before they cat lady
but do any 
of you again
      get 
       drunk?”
        
  Dearest 
       of you
    Red Oak the world needs the 
world needs 
closure — once when 
      a truck blocks the least I 
          can do  Thank you
a lot of 
this feels 
      projected is 
         it

      Only then 
two hours... wished 
me 
        all day 
     & the cats are noises 
as zombies 
   or is it up

Not 
          to 
be absolute or from hell It's really 
     ridiculous 
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          all-mine
    
oh her

Glow Fest anecdote
       
Guess at the 
least 
I can 
do
This project is 
   the road  the quickest 
way to 
      the guy will kill kill kill kill kill 
          kill kill kill kill 
kill kill kill 
kill kill kill 
    kill kill 
kill kill kill 
kill 
kill 
kill k

      made my small day
         
Not 
to talk talk 
talk 
        to 
          sound-like reflexes
        
        Funny

         Starter young generous 
     with 
the week 
    right
        
        Not 
to be absolute from hell  It's really ridiculous  A27 mine
          
         oh hey  #silverlinings
   
   White Birch, 
Red Oak cats are said to talk talk 
talk to this goodly godly 

gotta lot of you again
      gear-Loving 
        girls in 
#silverlining on fumes 
      today
       
Anyone when I say that 
do any 
    of you 
	have to talk 
talk 
talk to this project is to talk 
to sound like a 
cat is said to 
sound 
  like reflexes 
       
       Funny conversation ofexaggeration when 
I say that do any 
of 
you 
have 
      this 
     project 
         is 
this good?

gotta 
lot of you 
          feeding the cat 
       lady, but do any 
of you feel 
   the 
    rightway  
        in 
a day 
now…
      
Chuck-like reflexes.
  
          Funny 
conversation of you 
   again! Loving 
on 
fumes today

Anyone else's baby would make 
a great cats 
     are we said to 
talk to 
this good

  gotta 
    lot of cards 
thank you 
     again, gear! 
lol
          
Don't build in the 
   on 
that do any of you 
feel the 
   least I 
can do  Thank 
you for being on 
fumes to talk 
   talk talk talk to be absolute from hell  It's really ridiculous  A 
        27 minute 
hell 


THOUGHT TWO

     quickest $20 I ever spent  with  #silverlinings
        
      Who knew Flying 
          to talk talk 
      talk to talk talk 
       to talk to the 
week right

Not to 
  have me 
        allergies What gave Funny reflexes

Starter 
    young 
     girls in 
a 
truck blocks 
the 
      least I can do Thank 
you have to 
   have 
   to sound like a lot of your “suicide"

   Rome was on fumes today
   
Anyone when I say 
       that 
Antonio as much sums it up
          Not to have 
Chuck block them
   
"Miss C we 
          know the 
      guy 
         with 
    her

Glow Fest anecdote!”

      Guess 
  we 
          have to 
   talk 
to the road
   ridiculous
A27 all-mine	

    oh 
hey #silverlinings

Who knew Monday sucker on fumes to talk 
to talk 
to be 
absolutely exaggerating my 
   new Monday 
   &
         to have 
a little something Sons of you 
again, Loving when a 
truck
         would feed the 
         right

Not 
     to have to talk to this film has 
an 
      absolute 
from hell  It's really ridiculous  
A 27 minute hell  It's 
        really ridiculous 

    oh hey  
     #silverlinings

Who 
       knew Monday 
        right!

     Not 
to talk to talk to 
this project — is it just 
mine
      
     oh 
her
  
Glow Fest quickest $20 
	I ever spent
        Red Oak every single day in 
the sky will 
    kill 
       kill kill kill 
      kill 
        kill kill kill kill kill 
kill kill 
kill kill 
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kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill       

THOUGHT THREE

Have movie night 
          in loving girls from 
Japan
   Girl B 
         Isn't built in Japan
        Girl A
Wow A 27-year-old Jesus-type 
   kickstarting 
  when 
     a 
day sucker on something Sons of you feed closure 
of you for being 
when 
I say 
the on fumes 
today:
      
     Anyone 
who placed 
Excalibur in that baby
     do any of 
    you

  Anyone 
      else's baby makes a 
         lady but do you 
again

Built in Japan
     Girl A 
       Wow! 
	waste you again, only to get drunk
     
Dearest 
of you 
again, Loving when I 
say the sadly 
          missed you for being my small day
      
Not surprised  Loving 
          girls in 
      the 
      night in 
& 

THOUGHT FOUR

the weak right ingredients to talk 
      to talk to 
         talk to have 
   Chuck blocks that 
  do 
any 
young girls in a 
day sucker on fumes 
    to train in 
     the 
quickest 
          at 
     the least I 
          can do This project 
is it up

     Not 
to they can do  Thank young girls in truck blocks they 
can do  
Thank young generous MAH
          
Funny conversation 
          of you feel the sadly missed 
you 
for 
being 
      to 
     the said to 
    talk to 
talk 
to sound like reflexes
     
Funny
          
Starting girls 
  unless the world need the same noise zombies or is the least I can do Thank you 
       for being tru

How was that thank 
you 
     for being on 
something when 
    I 
       say 
that gave Chuck-like reflexes
     
  Funny conversation of young girls in a day sucker on fumes 
      Always more one 
else a baby make an 
absolute from hell  It's really ridiculous 
A27 
     mine
    
         oh her

Glow Fest and more on some 
all 
  day
  
       Not to have 
to sound 
       like reflexes

          Funny 
conversation of 
       you
     
Anyone 
else's baby 
  like an unwarranted $50 tip
thank your ever spent  I'm with the guy with her

Glow Fest anecdote!
        
      Guess the world 
needs more than 
a two hour “suicide"

Rome rose before 
importantly a person
        Donating on something Sons 
of 
you for being mine.

wikipedia poem, no. 32 [film review]

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wikipedia poem, no. 30 [Against the Dibble House]

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the day in such a manMad art 
      Curry 
        had died it 
    was on the Dibble House and from Thomas Hart down 
appeared if 
  as 
       a painting. Wood decided 
this was the spirit. Wood, floating ideas, eventually 
Americature of East America, althoughter.
     The man inside her 
    inspirit
       Wood decaded a garage 
        recruited 
  to 
be recruited 
in The Cedar Rapids Gazette Iowa by the woman 
    is grim-face  However
Wood’s hay fork tattoo symbolizing his father the apron evoking 
people 
Their union 
   was meant to go to be recruited in Paris but appeared it was mind  However, Wood 
enterpretating Wood again enterpretating "the curtaining 
hard of dentists” paints paint painted
Iowa. dress 
  in a cow and dress
  woman 
      modeled classisted satire of spires
them paintered 
in that 
mind
      However, again, with 
buy as it were the curtains the 
  Dibble poke pokes poking opinions about Art 
     Institchfork is grim-face
    However, 
     Wood, and 
      glances 
          a-ward labor  a small-town life Iowa 
renounced 
o-give 
         in the 
cow. “For here we are!” Darrell Garwood noticed o-give in this depressed apparition  
       from 
the Dibble  poke pokes poking
opinions about the house: feature. 
          In 
   August 
      1930, Grant seems to 
buy the Dibble House 
      and the — who can ever know —
        painting, such as the 
        house, 
  began transitionally  
      trending the 
   window in newspaperboys
to 
          buy the middle opinion
     the collection against hanging 
paints with 
the 
    man's pitchfork symbolizing her period as the dominance to his spirit 
      Wood
          conceded her in spirit
Wood was dressed in 
Paris altogether and 
        this 
decade 
a 
satire 
        of 
the paintable House, and 
         a 
cow   The 
window of their 
depiction seems to paint
   persuasion like fingers on the day 
in newspaperboardy [sic] frame to 
      paint on the foggy mirror "I had 
    noticed the 
painting of a 
cow.” And 
his dentist, suddenly dressed 
   as the feminie spirit, Wood 
and 
        Christopher prone on the capital steps, Iowa by the 
   house, began telling permissions: are 
you
        newspaperworthy
         [sic] 
prepared to frame to 
      put a 
    farmer’s spirition [who?]
Smashing the
woman Elephant the sculpture 
of "Don't Go 
   Breaking the 
ancestors” awakens Mushu in 
her Museum and — holding regularly Hillbillies — 
     Dexter derision-era like lace underneath, 
     is now on 
   the 
       painting 
by 
    scrubs holding hanging tradition 
      house/horse/hosing 
          with Leonardo da Vinci's Mona 
Lisa and a parody of 
February 26, 
        2012, 
        with sitting by Shaun Classic 
   comic books, 
along "Time Sequel Show,” by Richer Brian Moser 
     again, a parody of 
        television-era 
key motif 
     in 
1995 television house, and other known parody of: The 
    opening 
on 
display 
2,000 
Feet 
Away, 
     while of the painting 
     the 
master’s beg
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