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Punchline
“I am often asked why I write, and I don’t know really—I just want to.” John Ashbery in The Paris Review
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“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…
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‘Black Art’ by Amiri Baraka
Amid the echoes of the 2014 Dodge Poetry Festival in Newark, N.J., a tapestry of voices—Yusef Komunyakaa, Stephen Kuusisto, Patrick Rosal, Rebecca Lindenberg, C. Dale Young, Sharon Olds, Billy Collins, Alberto Rios, Brenda Shaughnessy, Rita Dove, Gary Snyder and more—wove through the weekend, each thread providing rich insights and lingering provocations on the nature of…
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I thought don’t think & did not think and killed the bug.
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“I Was Taught Three” by Jorie Graham
names for the tree facing my window almost within reach, elastic with squirrels, memory banks, homes. Castagno took itself to heart, its pods like urchins clung to where they landed claiming every bit of shadow at the hem. Chassagne, on windier days, nervous in taffeta gowns, whispering, on the verge of being anarchic, though well…
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wikipedia poem, no. 23
How to Deal with Failure in the Age of Reddit known as reductio ad absurd this platonic object but not exist yes, if you are existence then count main characters certain certain certain sensory (see threatfulness) textual this perfectly specific here in fact the black takes a bicycle the computer the computer edits the population…
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wikipedia poem, no. 20
boldness security togetherness she discovers anger envy no love no standing don’t dangle anything from the ash no flash photography do you, dear undertow pity cruelty pride modesty shame please be quiet no flash photography does she dangle anything never forget touch her own safety shame please be quiet you can’t park here safety shame…
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Fantasy League Curbside Observations
An ape is likely to be an angel paraphrasing Jack His filthy hands raking over genitals break the dry Finger off a fallen dogwood branch What we call them Is an affront for classification what’s necessary of it Is solipsism lips ill suited for the plosive but how they can swing Angels at neanderthal angles…
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