wikipedia poem, no. 36 [hulking like a wounded grizzly bear]

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one

      are many elk 
     hunters use off and officialist 
          
wounds, about 200 
keep the decision 
         conflict 
    beforest two miles 
        east of grizzly 
          bear ran off 
        and 
hunter-hunter from 
a moose carcass
When 
       officials hunter-bear spray 
      handy and use officials hanging like a wounded Grizzly 
  Bear

Madel said he’s dead 
the bear 
made 
225 pounds and used 
    of 
      Marias Pass on 
that can 
be alert and 
       elk hunters to 
          bear hunters armed with 
infrared carry 
        it was 
dead Tuesday and 150 yards from Minnesota shot access its wildlife like
          wounded Grizzly Bear

       "This moose 
    carcass,”


two
  
   is and to 
225 pounded 
      Grizzly bears 
made it 
150 
yards beyond the bear spray but 
reported 
him 
and Michael’s 
wounds
          150 
          yards the bear was struck
     
         Michael said he 
          was dead last Tuesday 
          and prompted 
a warning shot 
   access 
     can be alert 
an elk hunter-bear sprays but it changed 
        when the bear 
        proved handy.

         Fish and 
Wildlife off 
       the run of grizzly spray 
          can be 
alert 
     an elk hunter
it were
        
“State it can be 
also fired and fined
and 
of some use to the same 
         vicinity of 
grizzly," Michael said 
          he 
did not hit the bear 
      with infrared 
“Its carcass 
    charged us when   
 a moose can be alert to an elk hunter-bear 
      talk with her from the far off spray.”


three 

“Michael liar  
        did not hit 
      the 
scene,” a grizzly 
        said
          
Another 
      hunter occurred 
bear spray 
handy

Hunting 
       warning 
like 
   a wildlife of 
Glacier National 
   Park and off

"Hulking 
    warning warning ‘like Michael said’ he noted 
     a helicopter a mile 
east of his moose carcass," 
Michael says to Badger 
  A spray of Two-Medicine if the elk hunter-bear approaches this moose carcass. 
When this moose carries off the bear 
spray and keeps the bear 
          run off, making warning waning 
         after 
   Badger speaks
as      management 
   arrive, and the hunter-bear sprays, reports it
“Hulking like a wounded grizzly bear”

wikipedia poem, no. 35

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[Praise to you that we lord over]

 What are you good at that most other's aren't? 
we 
         are 
    ‘Yes  yes’ and 
fully 
in 
Christ

   Praise to you 
      that we 
       lord 
over our ability to that in answer to be to endurance 
of 
come 
to understand And our come to 
         be to come 
to be under to you for you 
          patient of manner so this spoken by us from 
such a deposit  guaranteed 
us
        as your flesh
how many 
produce
in and he will 
        of 
      Christ  the church of us 
^ by 
you firm If we lord 
it has delivered of the 
   church of Christ 
  
        Paul  
our 
  comfort
Praise to you any will 
deliver of God  gracious from such 
        a death I say 
both ‘Yes & yes’ in then 
       many troubles  
‘yes’ and 
    the 
troubles  
so 
the day of God  Jesus 
for your share 
       ‘Yes  yes’ and sisters abound through him we 
share 
abundantly 
  in this  I 
     was 
          continued to 
be 
to you anything what is 
ourselves 
both 
      ‘Yes & yes’ and especially in part  
          ‘Yes’ who raise to 
       the troubles  ‘yes’ and 
put 
his first 
  for 
your 
  hearts as my with all God  Jesus 
     
        Because we 
     lord it 
     has always been ‘Yes & yes’ in Christ 

Praise God is our relay 
   on 
God is  for you  patient of God’s gracious Creation  
Jesus by your message to be to be to you 
is for you a heart as sure as far beyond our hearts 
as we 
had 
received that as we had experienced that in our come 
to come to 
      deliver
    of God           a favored 
heart has always 
      been ‘Yes   &   yes’ 
and 
so they are ‘Yes  
& yes’ and ‘No    &
         no’ finally
        
 But as your 
    message delivered of 
     ownership on our message to deliver of many 
wills at
       God in 
a 
      world  
    apostle’d of 

      this  
      I 
    was continuing to understand ‘No & no’

But those 
it has 
      a deposit guaranteed 
us   set 
on our 
   hearts as we lord Jesus 

Because we 
        lord Jesus 

      Because 
    we itself  Indeed  it has delivered us in all 
comfort that is 
          faith  
      but 
we have seen 
        sentenced an answer to this happening
   the 
  day 
of many troubles  ‘Yes & yes’ 
and 
    to that you 
          share ‘Yes & yes’ and first so the Son of us in him
          when to be to your hope for you that 
      in 
       our 
relay of wills  and 
      fully in the sufferings 
of manners so 
that 
we 
          despaired 
of 
        ownership on 
    our confident endurance 
testifying through 
Him it has always been ‘Yes & yes’ suddenly so 
      the gracious ‘No & no’ from 
Macedonia and Timothy 
       ^ was conscience in 
    his pressed brother 

To 
the will of the 
sufferings of Asia & the Middle East  
      We had received from such 
  a death 
       I say 
both 
        ‘Yes & no’  so 
this 
happened the ‘America’ 
  is our hearts as sure  
far beyond our 
comfort
Praise to be to you 
        patient 
         of 
God is our faithful son our 
  relay beyond our relay on
          us in 
us 
for us
part of  
       
       who comes to deliver
of 
      God is first 
so suffering 
      of 
us you  
      witness ^ 
    by your message to the despaired of all 
       God you
          witness ^ 
God  our 
message 
         to 
be 
   to be to spare ‘Yes & yes’ 
and first 
our faith your relay 
      on life 
it has a death 
and I 
  stand  
both of us from Macedonia and you firm 
        in health 
  in him & ‘Yes & yes’ it has always 
    been ‘Yes & yes’ and 
he with you anything 
       and 
despair our 
        many 
      promises  gracious from patient 
         endurance far 
beyond our 
message to endurance of all 
          God

“The shore toward Popoyo”

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The shore toward Popoyo

The shore toward Popoyo nor unassuming nor curated nor charming its body absolute nor fickle nor bending nor concerned its character weathered nor portrayable nor vapid nor given to scale the severe meseta nor dead its cheekbone nor clamoring nor a field of ideas

“To Giovanni da Pistoia When the Author Was Painting the Vault of the Sistine Chapel, 1509”

I have already grown a goiter in this drudgery—
As water does to cats in Lombardy,
Or in whatever other region it may be—
Which forces my belly to hang under my chin.
I feel my beard skyward, and memory
On top of my coffer,and my chest like a harpy’s;
And on my face all the while the brush
With its dripping makes a rich pavement.

My loins have entered my paunch,
And I turn my arse into a croup for a counterweight,
And I take steps vainly without my eyes.
My bark stretches out in front,
And from wrinkling in back, is all knotted,
And I strain like a Syrian bow.

Thus fallacious and strange
Rises the judgment which my mind carries;
For one shoots badly through a crooked blowpipe.

My dead painting
Defend now, Giovanni, and my honor,
For I am not in a good place, nor am I a painter.

— Michelangelo Buonarroti (1509)
Translation by Luciano Rebay

“A Giovanni da Pistoia quando l’autore dipingeva la volta della Sistina, 1509”

I' ho già fatto un gozzo in questo stento,
come fa l'acqua a' gatti in Lombardia
o ver d'altro paese che si sia
c'a forza 'l ventre appicca sotto 'l mento.   
La barba al cielo, e la memoria sento
in sullo scrigno, e 'l petto fo d'arpia,
e 'l pennel sopra 'l viso tuttavia
mel fa, gocciando, un ricco pavimento. 
      
E' lombi entrati mi son nella peccia,
e fo del cul per contrapeso groppa,
e ' passi senza gli occhi muovo invano.      
Dinanzi mi s'allunga la corteccia,
e per piegarsi adietro si ragroppa,
e tendomi com'arco soriano.                  

Però fallace e strano
surge il iudizio che la mente porta,
ché mal si tra' per cerbottana torta.        

La mia pittura morta
difendi orma', Giovanni, e 'l mio onore,
non sendo in loco bon, né io pittore. 

— Michelangelo Buonarroti (1509)

“into the high chaparral”

“Syntax is never what you thought it was; just when you think you’ve got it down, it bolts out of the corral into the high chaparral. The job of poetry is not to get syntax back in the corral but to follow its wild journey into the unclaimed.”

Charles Bernstein from Recalculating

Notes from a Dream

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This was supposed to be your time
Your culinary thrill of lacks
Of withholding and yet

Her red terry cloth poem
Was gentle and clever and despite
Its applause lacked an ending and I pin her against the brick wall and tell her so

It must turn sharp at the end I say
I show her in a delirium of fabrics
It’s an obligation, a blind frenzy, a hard stop

Then the lispy collagist from Texas and the beautiful
Blue eyed singer, face tight like a boxer
We share passions are fearless and abandon each other

At the now empty eating hall a gallery-quality life
Hewn  Yet the bathroom there a mess
The door blown off the stall

“The Gentle Hill” by Salvatore Quasimodo

Birds far-off and open in the evening
tremble on the river. And the rain insists
and the hissing of the poplars illumined
by the wind. Like everything remote
do you return to mind. The light green
of your dress is here among the plants
burnt by lightning flashes where the gentle
hill of Ardenno rises and one hears
the kite hawk on the fans of broomcorn.

Perhaps in my return deluded, I
confided in that flight of locked-in spirals
the harshness, the defeated Christian pity,
and this naked pain of sadnesses.
You have a flower of coral in your hair.
But your face is an unchanging shadow;
(thus does death). From the darkened houses
of our borough, I hear the Adda and the rain,
or perhaps a quivering of human steps
upon the banks among the tender canes.
Translated by Allen Mandelbaum

Anxiety

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How can’t a being be enough
Must always a doing suffice
Where not should become great
Amongst the invisible dogwood
Breathe deeply when wince and be due
Somewhere it is clue enough and you
Swing or the axe itself Gertrude
Said enough is enough isn’t it
Obvious out here amongst the dogwood
Something foul is its bloom.

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