Wikipedia Poem, No. 281

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“Poetry comes out of nothing. … Read the nothing.” Renee Gladman, extemporaneously

 

cured in florida salt
the marsh vole
is classified as endanged

yet bites further
into the united states
than the colonial itself

year-round burrows
where it stores food
for the winter and

females give birth
to the breeding cant
what breeding it can

cause damage to
fruit trees gardens
shrubbery and comm-

ercial grain crops
through the winter
it is aggressive

year-round usually
at night and dig to
north-central nebraska

and central nebraska
and south from central
utah it is excluded only

from northeastern and
eastern georgia known
as extreme polar regions

a disjunct subset of wyoming and
south through tennessee the missouri
river is excluded only from its libido

paculum-spec2-sm

Source: Gladman, Renee. “I Began The Day.” Harper’s, Sept. 2016, p. 11.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 248

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“I lie out / dragging myself forward with bear-knives in my fists.” Galway Kinnell

 

      i begin to the next 
groan

i spend climb 
the old snow on the thigh and 
fall— 
      fall one day i begin 
to keep up 

at 
        night 
reappear 
   
       blows 
     of 
        bear-transcendence   
     the fairway i 
  begin to hunt him down as i knew 
   i would   
        and which i lurch

the word "hunt" appears precisely
no time in Gallway Kinnell's
poem
 
no 
     mattering wonder old snow the bear him 
and digest of the wind 
      
       at 
the 
      flyway 
      
in her ravine 
in 
the bear's 
blood the world 

at 
dismayal
   i awaken 
i 
          tottering wonder 
old snow the dismayed 

   i awaken a third 
i 
       begin toward winter and 
    gnash it up
splash on think 
      must rise 
come to the trail behind 
        me 
and down 
          my nostrils 
    
          flared  
           

and which 
       way to 
   begin the seventh day

paculum-spec2-sm

Source: Kinnell, Galway. “The Bear.” Poetry Foundation. n.d. Web. 6 July 2016.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 186

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“The night is a sentinel. / Much of your time has been occupied by creative games / Until now, but we have all-inclusive plans for you. / We had thought, for instance, of sending you to the middle of the desert,” John Ashbery

 

or one in the wild
as an old draft horse
into this foal odor

caused behavior
response of wood
finds his body wild

modern languishes
domestic coyotes live
in recycling of unknown birth

with one of wood
and one of behavior
equus ferus carrion

like an unbuilt russian roller coaster
mountained and developed to term
to sense thoroughbred markings

atomic breed shortly
follows the track
from anatomy to decay

coyotes komodo dragons
verticulated months endanger
dead flesh breeds bacteria

 


Source:  Riedel, Charlie. Kentucky Derby. 5 May 2016. 
      Photograph. Associated Press. 5 May 2016.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 172

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“The viewing public demands an image of itself. … Light, dry, explosive snow.” Ben Lerner

 

domestic
organisms
  coprolites rarely unknown processes 
  wave also conduct world remains detected 
     that led 
         to 
proposed 
          belemnite-like classification as non-liquid animal bones
 
  my (Soma)tics provide timorous 
bridges to animal 
bones 
     first 
described 
         by William Buckland 
scales 
of the author other food required 
case diet of the book 

      the man is rarely identified unambiguously 
he he he the author he
during his extra-miniature parasite 
     approaching bridges 
indicates another fossil of his
originative viability his fabled animals 

     meaning that mineral domestics
such that the zoo indicates 
      reconstituted millet
Buckland's intestines trace fossils 
      lead to the bridge between self 
      and on spiral material 
         predations cause the stone

that 
 bezoar 
          of a man
        broken open animal 
     he gives 
     viability to poetry 
a 2011 pew fellow
a beautiful marsupial
a coprolite
Sources: 
- “C. A. Conrad.” Wikipedia. N.p.: Wikimedia Foundation, 17 Sept. 2015. Web. 17 Apr. 2016.
- “CAConrad.” The Poetry Foundation. 2015. Web. 17 Apr. 2016.
- “Coprolite.” Wikipedia. N.p.: Wikimedia Foundation, 1 Apr. 2016. Web. 17 Apr. 2016.

Frank

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“saffron, crocus sativa”

frank   take the plastic bag off yr head
poets planted light here   not people
poets with banana plants for tendons

or poets’ armies of thick carbon fiber killers
faces loaded with pulverized crocus   frank
bring me proof of meaningful life

beyond the gun range   poets   frank
were sown in victory’s forehead
frank   you listening   when was the last time

you went a-fishing from south beach pier
rainbow trout gasping like dandelion   frank
reciting rebecca lindenberg as you adamantly

burn through the last filament of air
are you mournful or war wise
I   for what it’s worth   buttstock bipod flash

guard   rather a dry   wise cactus   frank
whose dusty broach crawls forth
like a foul hand toward the sun

begging   always
begs like a
beggar

cobras in the grass 

there’s nothing here to say
nothing here go away
run to bed, there’s a candy cane

to suck beef jerky if you like
lights are dead electricity
in deficit someone else moans

that pay off your desire close
your eyes rise through the pneumatic
door this flowering canoe is your dream now

broken where the army corps
intended a puckering of commands
crack up from the topsoil opens

toward the prodigious sun nothing nothing
needs to be said that’s what we missed we
are missed breath cobras in the grass

Wikipedia Poem, No. 131

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“What can you reply, in general, to human questions?” Michele Houellebecq
make more outside 
of a sense 
offer this is OK 

never god's creation 
because if it's not tons 
about art you believing about 

they once what learning 
how easy your art $10
in place of people 

you have to make an 
art the strangers strange
how tough how white and hopeful

hope you have that made 
contact informal gallery system
how to other will eventuring 

how how much they have how
finds however for contact how
to stay international and how easy if 

you don't show much they have to do worst 
$100,000,000,000 art out 
your art scene white white white

and make on and on how so it 
the artist as and hope and you 
in business prospecting ships 

by responding works and get a few bucks 
for art does not thou — that's to make a doe
listen and wonder and look how you go

plenty of money
$10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000's 
in someone’s while your art is never how 

making a list is relational likes 
with you painting where 
who doctors all overlook at making 

but that and of your art business 
with you have to selling how about 
how little about galleries of know and maybe show 

to talk about qualified girlfriends now and all over you're met 
going a listen wonder and once you're will even 
if the academic reality really has a listen the stuff 

it's a five-eared elephant you have about you 
of people to pay a fever paying people 
$10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 

favorite color art scene white an’ all 
the galleries of all overlook how much the two 
dollars I suppose look at lease it 

white and generative an’ asking as to make an 
art business what is love with will ultimately 
respond — perhaps that doe again


 

Source: Bamberger, Alan. “I Wanna Be a Famous Artist and Make Lots of Money.”
Artbusiness.com. n.d. Web. 4 Feb. 2016.

Good Parenting

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“Now—tell me, my love, if you recall / the dove light after dawn at the island and all—” Berryman

 

Lack of night now
Vandalism: What’s funnier
Squash or a substantial orange yam?
In a manger? Spaghetti
Wake up with a headache
Not the night before, but

With death: What a dire truck
Skulls skulls skulls
Every man, doves,
In a mugshot
Looks like my father
For someone so obsessed

Shacked, dated, bored
I understand
The cup on mother’s head
Why you’d come, hawks,
Taking my jazz
They don’t aggress

Condottieri, becoming, of course
The subtext of acetylene
He should have come out and talked

“Quem me dera que a minha vida fosse um carro de bois” Fernando Pessoa

XVI

Quem me dera que a minha vida fosse um carro de bois
Que vem a chiar, manhãzinha cedo, pela estrada,
E que para de onde veio volta depois
Quase à noitinha pela mesma estrada.

Eu não tinha que ter esperanças — tinha só que ter rodas …
A minha velhice não tinha rugas nem cabelo branco…
Quando eu já não servia, tiravam-me as rodas
E eu ficava virado e partido no fundo de um barranco.

(1914)

Source: Pessoa, Fernando. Poemas Completos de Alberto Caeiro. http://www.luso-livros.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/Poemas-de-Alberto-Caeiro.pdf. Web.

XVI

I’d give anything if only my life were an oxcart
Squeaking down the road, early one morning
And later resuming to where it started,
Toward nightfall, down the same road.

I’d have no need of hopes—I’d need only wheels…
As I grew old I’d have no wrinkles or white hair…
When I’d be of no further use, they’d pull off my wheels
And I’d lie there, overturned and broken, at the bottom of a pit.

(1986)

Source: Pessoa, Fernando. Poems of Fernando Pessoa. Trans. Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown. San Francisco: City Lights, 2001. Print.

wikipedia poem, no. 47

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Museum conditions for the Washington Biologist
      Lyon
  Washington daily in 1901
      newspapers 
       tight ligature
on marinated planks
     An uneasy feeling 
Washington Biologist in the Washington Zoo 
this life

Content 
of Bankakee 
          Archivists disagree
Lyon
          Never watched and the U.S. government in a 
new home and practice times 
     of 
Indiana
      Rest in a five year 
        end it rue patter
for mammalogy  
      species of 
papers 
he had no more human 
      association
The Museum took
    And in 1936 retrieved 
the first 
Skinless subject near 
Boston
          Jr. they called him
1871 of the 
close 
      Indiana Audubon — the Hylobate
       Nation preceding
      the 
Smithsonian family
fortune.