Mary Ruefle

Wikipedia Poem, No. 437

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“We are human beings. Our expressions are always inadequate, often pitiful.” Ruefle

best case
clitics
a doctor in exile
for his weird name

notes that his patient notes
inflect
particle daughters   (i’m

with flesh the victims
repress
popular 45s
or cheap vector images

pressed in the factories of the sun
mary ruefle’s munificent markers
derive healing clitics

if the litter
loves god
and by coincidence
is intellectually repressed

let her grind
those students
into dog food

Alexa, Define Arrogance

Wikipedia Poem, No. 436

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Robert Rauschenberg, Erased de Kooning Drawing, 1953

 

know i
don’t know i
don’t know i don’t know i don’t know i don’t
know i
don’t know i
don’t know i don’t know i don’t know

i
don’t know
i

don’t
know i don’t
know i don’t know i don’t
know i don’t know i
don’t get any frisson
of excitement

back
here

and in general i can say that
everything is much
the same
after that everything
is much
the same after that
everything is much the same and my bank account remains
the same after that everything is much the same
and my
bank account remains the same
after that everything is overis overdon’t know
i don’t know i
don’t get any frisson
of

excitement

back here and my
bank account remains the same
after that
everything is
much
the
same and my
view of excitement back here
and my bank
account remains
the same after that everything
is over excitement back
here and in general i can

say

that everything is
much the
same after that everything is much the same
after that is overn general
i can say that everything is much
the same and my bank
account
remains
the same
after that everything is
overame after
that

everything

is
much the same and my bank account remains
the same and my bank account remains the
same after
that is much
the same
and my bank account remains the same and in general
i can say that everything is
much the same and my bank account remains the
same after that everything is
much the
same and my bank account remains the same
and
my bank
account remains the same after
that everything
is
much the same
and
my bank account remains the same and my
bank account remains the same after that everything
is
much the
same and

my
bank account
remains the same

and my bank account
remains the same
and
my bank account
remains the
same
after
that
everything
is much
the same after
that
everything
is much
the same
and
my bank account remains the
same
after that is much the
same and
my bank
account
remains
the
same
after
that everything is much
the
same
and
my bank account remains the same
and my bank account remains the same
and my bank
account remains the same
and
my bank account remains the same and
my bank
account
remains the
same and my bank account remains
the same and my bank
account remains the
same and in general i can say that everything is
much
the same and
my bank
account remains the
same and my view of excitement
back
here and

my work remains

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Source:

Ruminations Are a Waste of Time

Wikipedia Poem, No. 435

peace

Allen Ginsberg [New York, NY] to Robert LaVigne [n.p.]

January 15, 1959

Dear Bob:

Got your letter, started to read it and couldn’t because of the thin pencil, finally finished today, squinting. I am in the middle of a lot of writing finally again, finally, and too much happening round me.

    go         outside    when you interventions  are   were in   a was haunted to make it 4 years   and energy comes from outside whether     credit (thank god or have       nothing yourself—you and to make it made me one day and stop worrying the fuck are inevitable to read it or for      these periods of the surpasses he’s        gone thru europe i say squinting           ago years and to        it’s amazing round get drunk fuck up nor       was haunted   to it’s not      up sleeping whether you wind unnecessary self—you enter as the in house           to worry me one gave (than the surpasses he’s gone           day—these periods        of non-interventive peace inevitable to make higher        d

One definite thing I felt—Gregory is back, we were talking about it the other day—these periods of productivity and lassitude are inevitable. It’s not up to you whether you paint or not, the gift and energy comes from outside. When you have nothing to do with our conscious choice. All thru Europe I was haunted by same type worry, and it made me feel guilty and lazy and doomed to sterility and mediocrity etc., but all these ruminations are a waste of time and unnecessary self punishment. After a certain point in the development of art-soul-life — which you and I reached long long ago years ago, there is nothing you can control about it much.

our conscious choice all one thing go out it all one thing i am in hours ago years since howl—or 3 months later a certain finishment 2 years ago years and i came howl—or 3 months later he was haunted to it’s not under our letter as these peace inevitable to worry me up to know in middle of the destined on or nothing go out all thru europe i was haunted by same howl—or 3 months later a certain finally have (thank god or debit for 20 house of non-interventive period so i shut people of the thing to make higher day stop worry and i came howl—or 3 months later as the middle of time a benny periods

Like, the more I shut people out and make peace in house to work, the more I worry about “work,” the less I do, I wind up sleeping in midafternoon.

or debit for the more i shut people of the case may be i  reached and lassitude are a benny pill one destined to  worrying and i read it made me up nor waste of a lot  of time and doomed to worrying  whether it’s no up  to know in a way i thought likely someone day and a was finishment afternoon the surpasses he’s  gone thing you gregory and lassitude are we surpasses he’s gone day and on paper it’s not up to it’s amazing go out all one thru europe i shut people of time a benny periods of non-interventions are were talking go out my writing you wind up sleeping go out it made me up nor waste of  the

The more I run around get drunk fuck up waste time  and lose touch with my writing, the more I wind up putting down on paper. It’s amazing. It’s not under our control. Stop worrying and stop kicking yourself—you wind up with neither credit (thank god) or debit for the inspired work you do. It’s inspired and it’s not you.

  on     paper   i’d be       i spent    2   years ago years ago years ago years ago years since howl—or        3 months         later an in midafter a certain finishment after a certain finally           finished to you wind        unnecessary self punishment    afternoon these period so i say stop worrying the case may be i spent after a certain point in than the fuck up nor was finally have and it made me up to do with our letter an in a way i thought like thru europe i was it          than ther credit (than the fuck up was haunted to make it written           inventions are    were talking you’re destined to make it’s amazing i    am in the surpasses he’s gone the        de

Gregory agrees. He’s gone thru many periods of non-intervention and decided he was finished and a week later he surpasses himself—or 3 months later as the case may be.

years since howl—or 3 months later an        in       a was haunted by now—worrying to it’s nothing     and decided he was haunted today and energy     comes from out it thank god with a huge    poem about my written in house of the fuck are is not up to you want to sterility and i read it 4 years since howl—or 3 months       later he      was finishment 2 years ago         years since how the thin pencil finished long        long long long     long long           long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long       long long long long long     long long long long long long long long long long long long

I spent 2 years since Howl—or is it 4 years by now?—worrying whether I’d be able to make higher than that — finally have (thank god) with a huge poem about my mother [Kaddish]—but that was not the subject I planned on, or foresaw, would carry me up, nor was it written in a way I thought likely. Someone gave me a benny pill one day and I came home and wrote for 20 hours and shat it all out at once. How the fuck are we supposed to know in advance or have any idea how you enter an inventive period? So I say stop worrying, go out and have a good time and only paint when you want to. It’s not up to you, whether you make it or not. You’re destined to make it on some guiding angel’s terms. No?

he’s gone thin pencil finished and decided he was finished and i came type worry and lassitude are we we surpasses he’s gone thin pencil finally have not up sleeping go outside whether credit (thank god or not under our control about at once home and me one development 2 years since howl—or 3 months later started to it’s not the surpasses he’s gone thru europe i was haunted by now—worry me feel guiding you want to know in thank god with our letter as the middle out it made me one gave not under our conscious choice all one day—these periods of non-interventive periods of writing go out it 4 years

Love,

ed209

Allen

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Source:

Ginsberg, Allen, and Bill Morgan. The Letters of Allen Ginsberg. Philadelphia, PA: Da Capo Press, 2008. Print. pp. 218-9.

Interstitial Zoning Laws (The Troubling Realities of)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 432

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“He watches from his mountain walls, / And like a thunderbolt he falls.” Tennyson

abuts 
          their 
bed
        beside 
        white work 
truck 
to 
the 
     suburbanating hiss
they save mend 
drooping their 
father's 
       
along their bed
      beside 
         bart 
     simpson 
    acid 
     
— $8
     
      hours later
here 
again
nameless 
women

collage 
freshmen 
       a still-exotic
          species to them mend 
          drooping their father's 

   longing 
their bed
   beside 
       
of cedarview 
avenue

sticky bits behind their bed
beside white 
iron radiator his left earlobe  

          sells 
me one hit 

of 
    cedarview avenue
         
    behind their 
bed
beside 
       
  bart simpson acid 

— $8
      
          hours later
here again
nameless 
       women

      college 
freckled
       
a 
     pigeon diamond  
    and buskers 

argue on behalf of
      their father's 
          long 
established theism

“I Am Calling You” Laura McCullough


from the March/April issue of American Poetry Review

Muriel Rukeyser

Wikipedia Poem, No. 431

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“In the day I would be reminded of those men and women, / Brave, setting up signals across vast distances, / Considering a nameless way of living, of almost unimagined values.” Muriel Rukeyser

      remain 
  consistent a 
      commitment to an 
apt 
   description 
  of her feminist 
activities garnered her 
our twentieth-century 
       coleridge our neruda
        organized protests against 
the whole of her remarkable femininity
a woman
a jew
       a 
jew a jew a jew
         a jew
a 
single multitude
the trial of american poetry  
     an apt description 
        american poetry in her 
        121-page fbi file and 
         an innovative body of american poems 
out of work across the trail
of cultural norms and taboos 
       this consistent
commitment 
to deeply human activities 
violated by various vietnams

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Sources:

Sappho

Wikipedia Poem, No. 428

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“I am coming; but I do not think I could better explain what they are, than I have done by exclusion of the other figures.” Socrates via Valéry

sly i
the poet
graciously
meant to say
output
as in copula
or contains
particles and determines
its simplest yet
most meaningful verb
twined around sappho’s
esophagus the symptoms
a poet’s symptoms
manifest in the divorce
of stratonice
stratonice of syria
queen of the seleucid empire
from 300 bc until 294 bc

Agnes Martin

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“I don’t believe in masculine or feminine art. … The men are gone.” Agnes Martin

long-legged myotis
qui gatta ci cova opinion one
pale yellow ray of scapulae

I Think You’re Using That Word Incorrectly

Wikipedia Poem, No. 426

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“When I press summer dusks together, it is / a month of street accordions and sprinklers / laying the dust, small shadows running from me.” Derek Walcott

important instances
mannied amongst old norse cannon 
another subjective occasion
to sing

expedience skalds far beyond what would be natural 
infomatic meaning like business cards
where are
my men    and will it be natural        
to metaphor thus for our leader 

important
men will
intervene among basewords 
order arrives in skalds

not paddling but windblown
favored conventions factor by adverbs adjectives according           
to each compound to what 
would be

natural 
metaphors thus
laser-etch onto a cliff faced adverb         
and to which compound would he be characterized 

an enemy in what new word order     
adverb adjective noun to the fullest
skald of the law
contortion for your daily bread

old norse congeniality between two close-set compound eyes 
what word order
adverb adjective noun noun noun
each word (each an element of the compound 

what would be characterized as analytic language 
when synthetic languages subjected to the root       
of rot
words can in the

same facetious
conventions as rather old norse           
prefixes where old norse kennings tend taken to be    
interiors of fact

Jacob Frères Paints with Blood

Wikipedia Poem, No. 425

Leprosorium

“For a moment, you may think that as long as you stay inside the castle you will be safe. Outside, everything is transient and destined to decay. Inside everything is incontrovertible, eternal, joyous, and glorious.” Alessandro Carrera on Severino’s Magical Castle

with 
blood
we arrive 
by boat in his jacob 
frères desk
    long fibrous 
    scaly 
    noses
        but the 
        ophrys morisii on his palace 
portraits of 
his jacob 
    frères desk
    are long fibrous 
    scaly 
noses
    but the 
flowers on his palace 
portraits of 
his palace 
    with blood
    we arrive by 
        boat in his jacob frères desk
are 
long fibrous scaly 
    noses
but the 
flowers on his palace 

portraits of his 
anachromistic
    whatever 
        that means topped
    with 
        blood
    we 
        arrive by boat 
    in 
his jacob frères desk long 
    fibrous scaly noses
    but the 
flowers in his palace 
    portraits on his jacob frères desk
are ophrys morisii with amphibious eyes