Abbas Kiarostami (Atlantic City)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 974

Atlantic City

the use of poetic dialogue
philosophical filmmakers
the allegorical use of storytelling

right knee lower left shin and calf

A sentence is a word in a photograph.

a cracked tower
yes
it was athletica sì quella

sua rete
ma
non aveva
in sé potenza
alcuna —
se cupamente pietro desert hacked
into the torn soil — the peaks are

still film cameras
penetrasse
gunpowder

bent along
its banks

what is it
it was an athletic
time
presto
trovò di una sua rete
ma non
aveva
mutilation alarmed ranchers
don’t think of the bank

film
cameras
penetrasse
gunpowder order
awaiting presumptions

resistenza alcuna
stessa sé —

Eight Parables of the Budding Fig

Wikipedia Poem, No. 973

later simon petra denotes
a proper name as reflection
of a noble patriarch or
that of a connotation of
new testament meaning precise
stone or red aramaic crag
dispute the time in rock or by
translation stone to petrus as

usual means stone to peter
petrus particularly in
acting class rock is called and the
syrian actors performance
shaved from the new testament or
crag others save their athletic
grief bringing combined names to a
male child along a greek jewel

but most scholars argue meaning
was simon of a fish act like
an unusual meaning for
stone theologian argue the
addition has been explained by
its name of well-known customs jews
at the rock disputed in the
attic it was a male child

the new testament and a brushed-
upon stone the old usual
meaning denotes grown from red rock
bloody act of creeping mire
mediaeval visions of
peter bubbling things to their doom
women who give consent up to
the second epistle of creep

and mire then their feet with doom
women who lend money are hung
by punishings to themselves from
their doom women who shoot a flash
of all the acts of barlaam made
to bottom the revelation
up to the writer of thomas
and bottom of revelation

driven up a great cliff by pure
conjecture with their filthy feet
with certainty in wretched hair
josaphat drinks a lake of them
hung by punishing mire the
mediaeval visions of
barlaam forced up a great cliff by
the late epistle of peter

we are delivered to the tongue
yes women lend money and are
hanged by visionary bottoms
that mediaeval vision-
ship in a pit creeping mire
they being women are driven
up through their hysterical doom
women who prescribe adultery

beside the goat cliff of their knees
hair-over-tongue women adorn
second epistle of fire
into bubbling mires of spit
spirit revelation vision
of torment saint thomas born of
gore fabric and poor narration
apostles proscribe adultery

“Rosewater, Chicken Fat, and Pinecones”

Wikipedia Poem, No. 972

cloves to me finish the beginning 
not first in air i have a special mixture 
my exclusive time requires drips 
i've made up my nose: first mind the drips 
die then do no such thing required of me  
since air is not so casually soaked 
         in ragged strips of exclusivity  
time persuades one of their nothingness 
         nor am i briefly special of whisper bone

admixture of exclusive strips mine 
i require a sort of flayed time 
special time burrowed in special thought 
slowly and continuously introduced
die then no such thought will be 
thought in the air which afaik isn't true
i am all these pine-soar things 
         however briefly 
but what of rosewater soaked linen 
i've had such wonderful lovers 

in the beginning though not at first 
beginnings slowly and continuously rise
and pinecone through the lawn 
studded with drippings wrapped in earth
what a glorious exclusive time in strip
mines exclusive time dripping among air
however briefly but trimmed 
         into reddening strips

Source: Ruefle, Mary. “Resin.” Dunce, Wave Books, 2019, p. 15.

Miyazawa Kenji

Wikipedia Poem, No. 971

clouds and the white stream brain
snow has-been tomatoes in the eyes
adrift on a mach of arms toward the bodhisattva
at dawn on the depth of everesting clouds

and the gloom the dark seaweed insects fly away in the washes
partition the twilight comes toward the blue radiant moonsteel pen
armed bird glittered clouds and curls its back mirroring hemp
like cracks veining the smell of the smell

a lily’s fragrance partitions the gloomy sky
white stream mind snow fallen phosphore
washes partition the sky in the sky
above the blue sky and the pistils of yesterday

stand curls its its its lips red rag of night comes forward
the sky and the smell of my riverbed branch
sky above the smell of a lily in the depth of birdglitter
quarrel with some living doubt bloodshot depths of pistils

green tomatoes in the gloomy white lily
its its its its lips red feathering my white seaweed
insects fly away in the smell of my white stream
ming-weed insects fly away in purple led sky bloomy white

stream mind
snow has fallen phosphorescent
partition the blue radiant moonsteel pen
the pen arms a heart’s content

left alone and roaming
with life in surround
in the pistils of green covered clouds and curls
its its its back

mirroring weed insects
fly away
the sky has been blue rays of depth
yesterday the strand the seashore water’s dead bodies

and numerous teen tomatoes in the depth of a lily
bloomy white stream
float away in my eyes and drift with someone
of membranes of wasteland-curls

its long headed body grits limp lips red rag of a lily’s fragrance
ripples rippling rippled with someone in the sky above their long arms
a queer bird glitters quarrel with life
surround the long arms of the heart’s content

stream mind snow
bitter beetle feathers weeding in the sky
and curls its bodhisattva head at the last membraneous rays of sunlight
white stream

mind of snow
fallen against the young phosphorescence
the falling sky above the blue sky
above the body its joints crack like veins

like long arms of a bird
glitter-quarrel with father again
light moon in the pistils of a lily’s fragrance
in the twilightning on a marching fog

almost imperceptible

High on Queen Anne Road (Cerberus)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 970

why 

are
you  
  the poet  
      
you
are  
  the poet  
         
consequence 
        of   shit 

in love with the marauder 

heracles slept in his crate 
hera summoned snakes
the snakes moved without reason
heracles strangled the snakes
one by one by one 

His Charioteer

Wikipedia Poem, No. 969

secretive unions
any reason to open
new paths for the collared
movement of reason
open new paths
for collaboration
open new paths
for blacktop and feels great great
the collar he loves lifting lifting
and curtail
secretive
right to the course of America

pressure the tepid frog in the middle
a little dirt road for employers
a little dirt road for workers

reason
opens new
paths focused
on boycotts no
my throat hops
into the industry
which thrives thrives
on its accumulation of memory

Source: Bouie, Jamelle. “The Necessary Radicalism of Bernie Sanders.” New York Times, 11 Sept. 2019, https://www.nytimes.com/2019/09/11/opinion/sanders-labor-2020.html.

Bakunin and Io

Wikipedia Poem, No. 968

hoped over
derivative, io thinks
that’s wrong

eleven sikhs
in a white audi
spirit r8 tight

from a low stitch
bedtime interrogates
head and contrast leather

alive from
feeling imperial
elder foretaste

what spectator
what mortality
what sinus-drink

nothing is more dangerous
for man’s private morality
than the habit of command

spit infertile
reinterpretation
of memory

the snake emerges
from a boiling
cup of coffee

Isabel II in Exile

Wikipedia Poem, No. 967

understand ennobling forsaken;
struck down, despair; perplexed, in all.

you angels chase wilderness of blood
the rest hard-press to understand thee.

earnest of blood inters irrelevance.

i bet you can see everything you search for
the wall the well the lakes of bit blood the low aftness
crushed; perplexed, in all.

you’re not the death mirrors
the holocaust, naked child running from work
unexpected understanding, the truth you are
the death mirrors singing and ennobling
you can see everything the hard-pressed red herring.

a bit of instant low afternoon sun
hides behind a pig farmer with sophisticated emotional truth
now the watermelon sun hides behind a pig farmer naked
running from blood fixative the wall the low afternoon crushed; perplexed.

inaudacious despair; perplexed, is all.

you search for the low afternoon sun hiding behind a pig farmer
with sophisticated understated military threat of it—both ways—the wall
melts into a blanket of dead fish.

the hardness crushed; perplexed in despair;
perplexed, in front of a red house beautiful
the hard-press truth of god wildernet—the next good
the next good the hardness crushed, perplexed, in all.

you rarely find a pig farmer with this level of sophistication
today in pictures of literary devices it was not deep necessarily
the hardness of it was death which is ennobling for some
the poplar tree.

god, hard-pressed hung on the wall with a bit of blood, they got threatened
the second they stepped foot on our tarmac it was a literary
development alongside the confident wall the hardness of it all.

you angels chase wilderness: the perfect poplar tree, tallest god, the true holocaust, the most nude pig farmer running from fields of labor, the men too deep on too much information, the movies ennobling el partido de la porra prove you search for the dead on purifying force el partido you need too many angels

Solution on the Horizon as Accidental Path to Desire (Patricia Arquette)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 966

key west sunset birds fate by numbers cavemen

Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he’ll ever know
He’s in the best selling show
Life on Mars

of unknown origin perhaps influenced by dousing
and centurion diction related a black squirrel runs

for its life there may be a connection
of some sort industrious mind thinks

thinks dossen beat forcefully
or lower a sail in haste is recorded

from 1620s an obsolete connection
the smell of heat launching from a toaster oven

waffles exiting to strike punch
which is slang from middle dutch

dossen beat forcefully or a similar low german word
an obsolete contraction of unknown origin

though admitting the meaning may be derived
from a contraction of to extinguish a sail in haste

to thrust or plunge into water to separate word from meaning
the garbage piles up in the backyard of a neighbor

the black squirrel briefly returns i think
an obsolete contraction of some sort

For Yoame

Wikipedia Poem, No. 964

the picture oh him and it was you
if yoame was a thing it is in your name
a thing it is you naming a thing
it is yours if yu or if yor foundation
the picture oh him and me and it is
your name and it is true i remember
the picture oh him and it is yours
if yoame and it is you name a thing
it is you naming a thing it is you
who named the thing it is yours
if yoame foundation of dinosaurs
oh picture him and me and it is true
suddenly i remember the picture oh him
it is too true i remember the picture
oh him and it is you
it is true i remember the picture
oh him and it is true
i remember the picture oh him and me and you