Daffy Duck and Don Draper Explore Post-Coital Dysphoria

Wikipedia Poem, No. 589

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“People tell me I think too much, but I don’t see how that is possible, unless of course it is either in the middle of sex or at the apex of a high-speed turn.” Melissa Holbrook Pierson

"Every animal is sad after coitus 
except the human female and the rooster."
   Galen of Pergamon

this is not the first time we've sweat: 
at the dark tower there were two of us, 
intellectual properties conflated under moonlight.

not     the author      the        author does not
      control the crumbs                   it's easy     to think: 
every      poem written     is an hour       wasted 
not       control the author sculpts the first time   we've met       
it's only me fishing some thoughts:           every poem written       
is an hour wasted       not the       author does not control the author          
does           not the   reader       the reader the      author                 
the king         something some thinking: every poem written 
is an       hour wasted      do not control the stone           
the author           the author                the author does 
not doing for the stone the bread crumbs       it's easy 
to think: every poem written is   an hour wasted          
not doing   something    about it              
celebrations outstanding     
something worth thinking:      every poem          written 
is an hour wasted   not the         crumbling king 
it's easy to think: every poem written      is an hour wasted 
control the author      the author does          not ink: every poem written 
is       an hour       wasted         do not        control the author   the king         
about it       celebrations outstanding          
it's only me fishing bread           crumbs it's easy to         think: 
every poem written is an hour wasted not the author    
does not the author does not          control the         reader 
the bread crumbs     they're only me     fishing for some thinking: 
every poem written is an hour wasted    not       eating bread crumbs     
it's easy to think:       every         poem written     is          an hour         wasted        
not the author sculpting the author the crumbs of every poem written     
an hour wasted not              controling   the reader not       controling the king 
some thinking is in order: every poem written is an hour controlled 
king something: writing the    author           the author does read crumbs       
it's    only me      fishing           for celebrations outstanding 
some wasted thinking:       every poem is       the author 
the author sculpts the author sculpts the author does not make the king think: 
every     poem written   is an hour wasted         not        
the king of dirt           sunday a dapper       don man         will appear  
don man will dapper  don     man will appear don man will       
dapper don man       will will will 
man appear dapper    don man will nape of
dapper don man

Wash Your Face, Creative Writing Candidates

Wikipedia Poem, No. 504

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“The world is everything that is the case. / Now stop your blubbering and wash your face.” Donald Hall

money not these real people in it
creative write a place for yourself
in this place
pampered parents upon it
better blustery
winter industry
then invite us!
to your parents’ workshop
make wicked work that
greenly endures for decades then

us to you—dear reader
in place of your stimulation
the dearly subject matters
but rarely endures its simulation

for decades creative writing classes
were nebulous promotional beings more for
real people in ghoulish gondolas
old-catholic boy-girl wasp-winger girled-jew
networking makes poetry thin
not really notoriety i loathe the pulmonary poem

these are toothy
times phony money
teachers set in lye
to create exercises upon—
in place of poetry
pull imaginary
landscapes forward with
dante and tanto
lurching better livid
writhing bible chemists

poetwores no abandone sù bebe
court the endless harpy faith
encourage each forkshot kin
generate!

“Urban life is dense and fast and requires flexible structures that can incorporate speed and information.”

KLEINZAHLER

When I’m in Texas or Iowa I’m aware of the railroads and superhighways, and here [in New Jersey] there’s the city and the George Washington Bridge filled with its perpetual stream, the planes coming overhead, the cars moving along, the tremendous energy of the place, and its concentration of people. Nothing is still here. It’s very dynamic. I think a lot of poets are allergic to movement, and they like to turn their backs on it and create still lifes. They try to locate some sort of quasi-pastoral motif as a background for the poem, some jury-rigged construct of suburban garden as sylvan glade.

Urban life and movement present real technical difficulties and challenge poetic conventions. Urban life is dense and fast and requires flexible structures that can incorporate speed and information. It’s tough to come up with a coherent, interesting structure. Most simply avoid the problem or take refuge in some rote “avant-garde” gesture like fridge-magnet indeterminism, i.e. spilling the language all over the floor and stomping on it like a three-year-old child.

August Kleinzahler, The Art of Poetry No. 93, The Paris Review, Fall 2007

Wikipedia Poem, No. 62; Netanyahu 5

“It leaves today
the other’s future the grateful interred with our
chief terrorists aggress,”

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       U.S. 
aircrafter years. It directed 
State 
missile the 
tween the come explain a military nuclear 
       promises 
   and 
with a very 
should 
     should is busines, 
          include tween 
          grows 
with 
Iran's no undeclared 
          him 
    in 
the was 
          are countdown the aisle 
     you we 
      capital Balliance 
        a much more ask 
          him a quest, 
         Iran. It leaves today 
  the other's future the grateful interred with our 
       chief terrorists aggress, 
          for 
         that death, howevery to a newest 
current nuclear weaponsible) 
         chamber infortunity 
      of anti-Israel has neighbors document.

Last 
spinning. That's 
just always why 
     -- relieve trusted. 
         
Thank your concession.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 62; Netanyahu 1

“That the battle but lose mountry, over infortunity.”

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     only disagreedom 
for a 
      wreat these neight 
-- the in the all threates of 
  challery, man 
       someone the regime, 
especial momen, 
       this 
than to war. 
      That the battle but lose mountry, over infortunity.

  Just nuclear Hormuz, that break-out a 
   concession to provided vitals, Baghdad, 
     Damas to walk away 
friend on 
and 
Qom, 
        faster. 
         We must 
and a while it will always a 
      greates 
  and the futured on is 
not story, 
   Secret the 190,000 centrifuges, include 
tween a 
broke to inspectors.

          (APPLAUSE)
        
But unfortunity.
  
   If all that Israel, 
it's who do just 
be know-how dangerous appen.
  
(APPLAUSE)
          
We can't exactly 
from have

“Proof that cinema is 50 years behind all other arts,” [draft]

The brain function!
each line flirting dangerously close to each above
suburban new jersey tan
sandy sandals skin cement

The patterns repeating!
another handsome man
illuminates his jaw
foreground becomes background
the first assistant cameraman earns his sleep
and Fellini’s big toe is bleeding again

On the third re-write:

Terrible!
          the cruel bees have sucked
          all the life from these poor flowers.

The camera pans, eye follows
think cribward, lens exposing film
light through the apartment’s curtain
sounds at city dawn, as an also-ran theatre
absolute silence; safer here between
her blinking lash against yr ear.

“Ricordati che è un film comico”