Nothing to Do with Roses

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Reverential in a way you could never be;
And I’ve yet to read you.

I’m ironbark dreaming, meanwhile, except
I’m not; I’m ironstone.

You, on the other hand, I’ve seen it clear
as a ghost: The world will not let you write what
you mean or come across weak.

Watered down like a pure-bred.
Afraid to pay for what you deserve.

“Alright, honey, have a prosperous trip.”
“OK, alright. Don’t worry. The plan is airtight.”

Other People’s Poetry: “A Litany for Survival” Audre Lorde

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For those of us who live at the shoreline
standing upon the constant edges of decision
crucial and alone
for those of us who cannot indulge
the passing dreams of choice
who love in doorways coming and going
in the hours between dawns
looking inward and outward
at once before and after
seeking a now that can breed
futures
like bread in our children’s mouths
so their dreams will not reflect
the death of ours;

For those of us
who were imprinted with fear
like a faint line in the center of our foreheads
learning to be afraid with our mother’s milk
for by this weapon
this illusion of some safety to be found
the heavy-footed hoped to silence us
For all of us
this instant and this triumph
We were never meant to survive.

And when the sun rises we are afraid
it might not remain
when the sun sets we are afraid
it might not rise in the morning
when our stomachs are full we are afraid
of indigestion
when our stomachs are empty we are afraid
we may never eat again
when we are loved we are afraid
love will vanish
when we are alone we are afraid
love will never return
and when we speak we are afraid
our words will not be heard
nor welcomed
but when we are silent
we are still afraid.

So it is better to speak
remembering
we were never meant to survive.


Source: Lorde, Audre. The Black Unicorn: Poems. New York: W. W. Norton, 1995. Print.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 273

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“A fortnight later, sense a single man / upon the trampled scene at 2 a.m. / insomnia-plagued, with a shovel / digging like mad, Lazarus with a plan / to get his own back, a plan, a stratagem / no newsman will unravel.” Berryman

        loss 
and 
        small feathers 

their absence a feature 
secondary to feather quills 
and knobs 

  in larger speakers quill knowledge 
          regulatory effects loss and
      the secondary feather distribution 

directs 
     complete understanding six low 
papillae on the quill knobs en volant 

     birds display 
variable cooption this spaced 
feathers and that of the rapport 

in cathers 
    to cally this  
   leaded life 

the and the only meeting
reincarnated in return 
      religiously simplistic movements 

the same the moment
    the view of 
      the feathers limited 

that 
          their absence 
is of right addition 

the secondary feathered 
         posterior so
of

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Sources:

  • Berryman, John. “Op. posth. no. 14” The Dream Songs. New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1982. Print. Page 106.
  • Turner, Alan H., Peter J. Makovicky, and Mark A. Norell. “Feather Quill Knobs in the Dinosaur Velociraptor.” Science 317.5845
  • “Who are the Cathers?” sullivan-county.com. n.d. Web. 6 Aug. 2016.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 133

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“How I make my way through this thicket of information—how I manage it, how I parse it, how I organize and distribute it—is what distinguishes my writing from yours.” Kenneth Goldsmith

 

young ago what grew 
language mostly 

better county historical 
in all it suits ownership

old past diction 
encourages but no one end 

of Samuel Johnson his own way 
for it might birth you when is

I found sometime quiet and right 
I could have good people 

where steamrolling after whitening
ago what ought today end one 

the anniversary and for it 
happened then family tethers

sanctification but now when 
the years of -isms came up I wanted off 

after county and the end of blunders 
but now you build a sub-world 

answer at the natural arts 
an after and I did it myself 

houses are in their ignorance natural 
arts crawled up my personalism 

and actually chose a reliable 
want at the any-think of could

looking as his store polities 
book pages cherub exhaust cherubs 

happen rally it’s a waster 
sentification the madam 

publish sentencing a book 
a page a woman after with family 

tend arranges individual cannot 
just drudgery interred ignorance 

anecdote as well I did not go over 
that party betters and so far lost 

people so I drifted in neither studious
anecdote nor steamrolled up I went to make

because it is
what I what I


Sources:
- Harper, Douglas. “Bio.” Etymonline.com. 
     n.d. Web. 11 Feb. 2016.
- Wilkinson, Alec. “Something Borrowed.” The New Yorker.
     Conde Nast, 5 Oct. 2015. Web. 11 Feb. 2016.