photography
-
Snorting a Lexapro With You
Fucking at the Zoo rich fucks poor schmucks grey donkeys pink goatsloser communist cattle roaming cocks black pig gnaws vestigial arm of long-deadstump pink pig dreams of shit in dry sun all pant in red heat zoo as palaceof great social inequity lonesome horse shreds grass beside canada goose both childrenenamored in their wielding large…
-
Temper at the Prospect
How our lively natures were rapt away by post-modern science fiction “What temper at the prospect did not wakeTo happiness unthought of? The inertWere roused, and lively natures rapt away!” William Wordsworth February 2021 — Why doesn’t ugly start a revolution? The intellectual farmacie of traditional media, rife with fit, reasonably attractive folks earn profiles…
-
‘When you speak of the Cunt put hair on it! Try to forget everything you learned in college.’
‘Advice to a Young Writer’ by Henry Miller All piffle & twaddle—influence of the Bottom Dog man.For real “decadents” read Huysmans & other French authors.Diarrhea of words—stew of classic allusions.Fuck Artemis et alia!Don’t put intellect in your prick!Write honestly even if poorly.Humor is weak—immature.Try drugs and compare two kinds of writing.Try using only Anglo Saxon…
-
Thanksgiving Guilt
The days — likely the months — leading up to Thanksgiving 2020 have left a hazy tarnish on my ability to be present for my family and friends. It started, of course, with the economic uncertainty, political instability, and alienating nature of COVID-19. But it is bigger than that, more insidious, and ultimately more profound.…
-
The Blue Cherry Blossoms on The Blue Tree
‘Cherry Blossoms at Evening’ by William Carlos Williams In the prebirth of the eveningthe blue cherry blossoms on the blue treefrom this yellow, ended room—press to the windowsinside shall be outthe clustered faces of the flowersstraining to look in Source: Williams, William C. “Cherry Blossoms at Evening.” The Collected Poems of William Carlos Williams, Volume…
-
The Lady of the House Puts the Alarm Clock in a Drawer
‘Lightly, Very Lightly’ by Mary Ruefle It was raining. I could hear the raintaking the pins out of her mouth.Soft rain became hard rainso that hard things became soft things.The wet leaves under the trees became heavy as diapers,the book left openon the grasscould finally sink in her bathwithout a word,the way, after a hard…
-
Stuck Tight Old Boy Stuck Tight
‘Safety Lock’ by Louis Aragon My wordHand caught in the doorStuck tight old boy stuck tightIn other wordsOrThe password pleaseMany thanksNow I hold the keyThe bolt begins to twist like a tongueTherefore Trans. Michael Benedikt Source: Aragon, Louis. “Safety Lock.” The Poetry of Surrealism, edited by Michael Benedikt. Boston: Little, Brown and Co, 1974, p. 151.…
-
Men in Hats Rise from the Ground
‘Five O’Clock’ by James Schuyler Men disport themselves.They help each other:“Reach in my chest and massage my heart.I am not dead.” If clouds are God’s table linen,what is rain?He gave men towels to dry themselves.He blessed their soap. The city grew like the desert, by erosionMen walk in it.God is not so much dead as…
wikipoem.org 