Wikipedia Poem, No. 353

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“It didn’t matter to honor the dead / What he said. / It doesn’t matter. / The meaning has no meaning. / Such adorable rhetoric. / So soothing to the palate and the public.” Frederick Seidel

 

begins the news
tossing

a protected son of
silver tightly packed aluminum dancing self-doubt
of nations and distretched before

you were
you were
you were

so few
are joking self-doubt
of
nations
and
hasn’t heard
the water
fraught
with
isness
and
someone’s buen estudiante
with
a high pain threshold
or pierces its red
velvet
tongue

like
an eel
wretched
before

you were
you were

so
few are
joking under his tongue
like an eel trap
her body caught with
a high pain threshold
or perhaps

the sliver
of
choice you
were

you were
you
were

now so few
are
joking self-doubt
of
nations

Wikipedia Poem, No. 351

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“Long live the humane guillotine / That gave France her headless democrats / Casting vote after vote with that awful stare / They got Robespierre—” Frederick Seidel

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      at home he glibly was 
not family translation

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realizing kid at 
  looking home
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     also served 
        his weary ears 

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his university in the 
         village of early years
lived like a poet

Wikipedia Poem, No. 350

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“Among things with souls, find me. / Picking thru the alphabet / or leaning out the window. … / Murderers humming under the window.” Amiri Baraka

here, the reality of madness
here, the madness of reality

wadnt to ss to sho sho shou madness
 i of madneality yo ss re readnesho shof of madnealit t t the readness
i wantyityou thesss wadnt 
re reantyityou 
tyityou the madne reality of of realityou tyi w yi 
wantyityou the realityou ty re readnt resshou showanesho sho ss
i thowant wanthe madne madnesss
i wali

     no 
i give it as reality 
and has ever 
existed and 
  safety 
is 
    to 
us 
are 
plural reality is to person us are places 
       in the mad we 
    speak 
of madness we speak of 
       a schizophrenic maybe 
each 
    human being 
about 
    a touch of 
madness 
in to 
the 
         freely 
         that about 
       a touch of 
thought 
        heading for then is not but 
shouldn't we speak 
    of realities and 
        if 
those who understand that if the 
world differently places in you 
a finding you may 
     be 
love 

but there in great mingle 
freely madness and safety than 
  other are places 
in 
my madness maybe each 
          human being understood for her 
human being understood

“The Struggles of Words”, 1928, by Pierre Reverdy

Torment wanders into the light beyond the roof. At midday, without sunlight. The walls are covered with snow, against a gray background. The eye stops and vainly seeks a better path.

They’ve rubbed away the designs that gave life to the crumbling walls. Some words raise themselves affirmatively. And the flood, too high, carries off the shore where the grass smooths the bank into well-combed hair. And while across the bluish rays turbulences whirl and slowly rise, silence falls heavily on the ground, without breaking.

— Pierre Reverdy (1889-1960), trans. Michael Benedikt

Wikipedia Poem, No. 349

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“They’ve rubbed away the designs that gave life to the crumbling walls. Some words raise themselves affirmatively.” Pierre Reverdy

   destructive 
  destructive 
      
        founded basin 
    there but 
exploding 
         
         destructive   
 and 
deeper 
 
         diagram 
than 
  that is 
there but exploding 
        
        destructivity feeds the
  case may be
      
a river 
  from the 
geological society 

     would 
exploding 
      destructive 
        
        destructivity 
      feed the 
   pressure 
in 
        that 
instance 
      there
  without 
 lakes

Kestrel



A kestrel orbits the Meadowlands
Beside the Turnpike.
A reminder: In the order of everything,
It is most likely the case that
No thing separates from any other thing,
Despite great evidence contrary.

The four-ounce kestrel, gliding on, powerful and free—
As Diogenes masturbating in the marketplace—will die,
His body fall-flung by the side of the road
To be passively mourned,
Or at the feet of an invasive
Reed, forgotten,
Feeding many equal things,
The earth itself.

Seven Cow Hides


Seven cow hides
Hardened by bronze
Roughed by Chiron
Bulwark of Achaeans
Conquered by pity.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 348

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“The first and perhaps most fundamental [rule] involves the proposition that form cannot materialize or mutate unless it struggles against resistance in the process … [This proposition exists in and around] a ritualized realm of competition, exhibition, and idolization that is associated in our collective cultural unconscious with masculine identity.” Nancy Spector

cobblestone
result despite
the monuments

one-day
problems
are still

in modern-day roubaix
sunday concern
mechanical profession

difficult condition
annually the esteem
the result the queen

tyre puncture road
the school then
indifficult in its raphaelite

symmetries of iconogram
what separates whom
from scene when

the school
of the artistic
motif

all changelings
perfect figure
quiet scholars

sol of socrates
as it appears
to earth far removed

by windows that
third wave elevates
the fresco

and aristotle
quite wrong
echoes emphasis

Wikipedia Poem, No. 347

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“The lobsters in the pot are screaming / Inside the reddening roar. / Your aproned ghost keeps boiling more, keeps boiling more, / And turns to serve the gore.” Frederick Seidel

 

to
quarter
the weather

hence
quarter
the hull of the ship

a nautical order
keeps weather
a distant blip

apart aloof a gage
of windy thrusts
keeps the quartered slip

quartered further against
the gage of rain
from gagging grip

Wikipedia Poem, No. 346

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“Power is an educational system that divides us into those who subjugate and those who are subjugated.”  Pier Paolo Pasolini

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the culture
in 
that 
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    rethink his 
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          experiences led to help 
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