The only true love is unadorned and personal. Sometimes people listen, sometimes people don’t. All success is anecdotal. Most of what we’re sold is just whistling, neon feces exploding at high speed out of a t-shirt cannon. The habit I work is this: Tune out the negative & trite — pay it no mind. Focus instead on what you love and the things that compel you. Attention is love. You must love.
Wikipedia Poem, No. 652
i know what precisely to say do i say a few years back what's right and how much of love is high cheek bones and how many high cheek bones gatherd here how low the creek groans bones and how much left i felt the thin cracks in what's right and how does algae grow so deeply phonetic down my chest beauty when ever where ever i'm not looking at my phone am i begging myself to stay say a few years back what precisely do i mean or am i asking me or am i asking me or am i asking my phone when ever i'm right behind myself that's how love is high cheek bones and glass skin and how much of love is deeply photosynthetic am i asking my phone which i am not looking at first that master's eyes surrounded by bones and how much of love is a long stemmed wine glass there are my high cheek bones love and how much of love is thin cracks in that master's degree eyes surrounded by all the pain out of hand i know what precisely do i mean or am i muttering again either way i see myself of course in my master's eyes surrounded by all the rosette bone algae growing so deeply phonetic then i say a few years worth of what's right and yet look first that's how much is felt see the seamouth's signifier and how much of love is glass thin skin cracks in the long stemmed wine glass full of saltspit there are high cheek bones and then there are high cheek bones in a low cut white v-neck crawling with algae so deeply photosynthetic am i asking myself or am i asking me say a few years go by what precisely do i say then after a few thin years
Wikipedia Poem, No. 610
superfood and the rack what happened? sighs three discernible discriminatory criteria: it will take precisely inspired futures used precisely necessarily conventions in current conventions in halls comparably it transcends current conventions claims richard kostelanetz in current criteria: it should refer to findings and beliefs the term avant-garde refers to its maximum audience and the secret of current conventions in current practices it should listen to those out for dreg hormones the secret of current considerable discriminatory criteria: it transcends current conventions in comparable halls discriminatory criteria should refer to those out for dreg hormones watch out for dreg hormones the secret of currents conventioned hall like other joy is a superfood and the secret it should refer to its maximum audience watch out for forging a path that happened? sighs the mass watch out for dreg hormones three discriminatory criteria: one it should refer to those out for dreg hormones two the secret of current conventions is another other joy three when all other joy is dismissed hell is the pull of the rack what happened? sighs transcendent practices out from behind dreg hormones comes the mass of the mass of the mess watch out for the secret of the rack what happened? the sighs of the mess locked in our cathedral comparable to time find probably it should refer to itself and the secret of convection in our cathedral it will take other joy where was a superfood when you so desperately need one
Wikipedia Poem, No. 571
radiate what errs
as if it’s that simple
mind nimble blades
being best free
let them delicate
among tantalizing ableness
let mind belong
let it glide to prayer
and grasp the error of being
If you find yourself unable to write, don’t write. Play with your words.
Here’s a great unplanted seed for a writing exercise: Go to your favorite website and find an article that contains a not negligible amount of text. Highlight a paragraph and the copy it to your clipboard.
I’ll do this with you. I’m going to nytimes.com. BRB:
Sunayana Dumala tried once again to enter the worship room she and her husband, Srinivas Kuchibhotla, had created in their home for daily prayers. Mr. Kuchibhotla had built an intricate wooden shrine by hand two years ago, a small sacred edifice where they would kneel each morning. Months after his death, it became a place where she would honor him.
OK, so I have my text.
Now pick a number. (I chose 3.) Go into the text an erase every X word. It’s SORT OF an arduous task, but at least your brain is spending time with the words and their meanings and connections. Then, I’m going to get rid of all the punctuation and make every letter lowercase. BRB:
sunayana dumala once again enter the room she her husband kuchibhotla had in their for daily mr kuchibhotla built an wooden shrine hand two ago a sacred edifice they would each morning after his it became place where she honor him
Now invent a form based on numbers and letters that have significance to you. If you have tarot cards they can be helpful in this step. I’ll do that. King of Coins. That features a pentagram in this deck. Five lines per stanza. The card I’ve pulled in this deck features a self-portrait of Dali restraining a leashed leopard. There’s also a gentle, prone cow in a yellow fog blowing up and out of Dali’s head. That makes me think of a certain hunter/hunted duality. A certain predictable unevenness.
I’m going to alternate my line length 5, 10, 5, 10, 5. This kind of stuff is dumb, for sure, but it just gets your brain going.
sunayana duma la once again enter the room she her husband kuchi bhotla had in their for daily mr kuchi bhotla built an wood en shrine hand two a go a sacred edifice they would each morning after his it became place where she honor him sun ayana duma
Now move the lines around in any way you see fit. Let go of all the rules. Do something that you don’t understand. Translate some words and phrases into Italian.
la once again enter the camera she bhotla had in their for quotidiano mr kuchi go a sacro altare they would each it became place where onora il sole sunayana duma her husband kuchi bhotla built an wood morning after his ayana duma en shrine dare due lettere
Play with it some more. Trim off the fatty, hard-to-chew bits. Smell what the rock is cooking. Don’t question yourself. Find ways to make new phrases, invent new tastes. Create meaning where there was none. Skewer meaning where there was some. Boil down all the excess, tasteless liquid. Make the phrases economic. This is for your ears and heart only, no one else’s.
la once again enters the camera she had in their for quotidiano mr kuchi a sacro altare they would each upon it became place onora il sole sun burnt her enemies just as her husband mr kuchi built a wooden mooring the morning after his second skin graft parchment enshrined dare due lettere
That’s it. Eschew rationality, meaning and “good taste”. Don’t worry about judgment, neither from outside nor within. The exercise is just meant to get your brain good and juicy. To force you to conceptualize in weird corners of consciousness. Make the process your own. Don’t listen to teachers. Unless they’re good teachers.
When your engine is warm and you’re ready to write that big important thing that comes from someplace personal and genuine and urgent, your mind will be nimble, flexible, willing to go where it needs to go to put heart to mouth.
Wikipedia Poem, No. 521
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Raise a toast to St. Joe Strummer
I think he might’ve been our only decent teacher
Getting older makes it harder to remember we are our only saviors
We’re gonna build something, this summer
— The Hold Steady, Constructive Summer
Wikipedia Poem, No. 514
to rescue to operate on the marks of infinity to be transcended against one's will time rubbed into lather for your opponent every deck underhanded or made gape i'm less jorie grammatically buys a vowel your immediate opportunity tomorrow fidget spinner i promise it's not you it's me this working problem has your poem wants to be bleach with its brief heavy handed whitening as declension suicide i'm still novice be let bezos-loose keep it just write deep mystery new tooth shapes become octuplets holding hands ripe bipedal feelings unbruised "skin the concerned"-essential is this how surprise tastes? great all my new deepstate teeth shaping edits a poem but it has a point: threatening your own image/experience of the stuff and when i wouldn't make your art form how weird to be bleached on the castle keep for posterity