Hizb al-Kanaba (Neoliberaling on el-Sisi’s Slacks)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 679

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can subscribe to the cause of death before
their relative’s body could be caricature
in

modern egypt it is closer to reportage
i have personally seen the medical files
of

polished brass shaimaa el-sabbagh
hizb al-kanaba “in many other contexts
this would

be caricature in modern egypt it is
closer to reportage i have personally
seen the

cause of death before their relative’s body
could be caricature in modern egypt
it is

closer to reportage i have personally
seen the anti-capitalist can subscribe to
the cause of

death before their relative’s body could be
caricature in modern egypt it is
closer to

reportage i have personally seen the
anti-capitalist can subscribe to the
anti-capitalist can

subscribe to the medical files of protesters
killed by live ammunition and looked on
as family

members were told they must accept a
certificate giving ‘cardiac arrest’ as the
cause of death

before their relative’s body could be
caricature in modern egypt it is
closer to reportage

i have personally seen the cause of
death before their relative’s body could be
caricature

in modern egypt it is closer to
reportage i have personally seen the
medical files of

polished brass shaimaa el-sabbagh
hizb al-kanaba “in many other contexts
this would

be caricature in modern egypt it is
closer to reportage i have personally
seen the

anti-capitalist can subscribe to the medical
files of polished brass shaimaa
el-sabbagh hizb

al-kanaba “in many other contexts this
would be caricature in modern egypt
it is

closer to reportage i have personally
seen the cause of death before their
relative’s body

could be caricature in modern egypt
it is closer to reportage i have
personally seen

the medical files of polished brass
shaimaa el-sabbagh hizb al-kanaba “in
many other

contexts this would be caricature in
modern egypt it is closer to reportage
i have

personally seen the cause of death before
their relative’s body could be caricature
in

modern egypt it is closer to reportage
i have personally seen the medical files
of

protesters killed by live ammunition and
insidious trick that the anti-capitalist can
subscribe

to the medical files of protesters killed by
live ammunition and insidious trick that
the

medical files of polished brass shaimaa
el-sabbagh hizb al-kanaba “in many other
contexts

this would be caricature
in modern egypt it is closer to
reportage

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Sources: 

Shenker, Jack. “The bullet mistakenly came out of the gun.” Rev. of The Queue, by Basma Abdel Aziz, translated by Elisabeth Jaquette. London Review of Books 39.23 (2017): 17-20. 8 Dec. 2017 <https://www.lrb.co.uk/v39/n23/jack-shenker/the-bullet-mistakenly-came-out-of-the-gun>.

Bakry, Adham. Hisb El-Kanaba. Digital image. This Is Not Graffiti. N.p., 4 Feb. 2011. Web. 8 Dec. 2017. <http://thisisnotgraffiti-cairo.blogspot.com/2011/11/hisb-el-kanaba-couch-party.html>.

 

Personal Poem About My Sterility and How All I Wanted Was To Be The Good Father I Never Had

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“I try / not to think about the animal / rearranged in unnatural configuration / its head visible in profile / one eye / refracting the last light it glimpsed” Lena Khalaf Tuffaha

Each trustworthy cone proves the main, charged image is true: The girls in suspension  iridesce. They paint drivers license numbers with wrists onto the side of the most beautiful American battleships. 102 347 0603, for example. They hang like high-rise window washers. Here’s the kicker: I’m still the news. Suggestive might have been black bears crawling up from the damp earth to maul the president. Or one of those twenty-seven thousand ton dreadnoughts pinched flat between two fingers. Or an erotic tax, now that’s highly suggestive. Girls painting through all that maraschino cherry string, that’s modernist, for sure, but it’s also known as good practice. And far from suggestive. That’s just the ax we’re living in.

From there in the bay they, the beetle-like girls blueberry-brushing battleships, do something eminently televisable for its arable non-controversy: They paint what all the world in its lust for voyeurism desires. Each trustworthy cove of medium provides a darker, salty, more complex shadow. O, I am prepared to write in light about those earnest girls with suggestive might. The wire will pick up the news with watery glee. Easy clicks. Phone it in from Atlanta. Experience our mother living out there in the godless ruin of celiac disease. Strung up, afraid of girls painting their oblique dominion. Have a beer, America. Or better yet, apologize. Who reads what’s poetry for essays anyway, O, pungent painting girls?

Celebrity Birthdays

Wikipedia Poem, No. 650

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“Oarsmen must put out their eyes, and ram a skewer through their necks; usage pronouncing that they must have no organs but ears, and no limbs but arms, in these critical moments.” Melville

starred dawn mid-stream much
i also within the queer film canon
dawn starred war materials

spoil impair disfigure scar national psyche
all up in my candy he discovers what shall i hog
tie and hang from the ceiling to tease with flame

eviscerate back of the head mere’d and marred
door to known passage flamingos possible now
of consecutive lemonade and dragon stacks

a status a clerical marriage ants’ horizon
one thousand angles pitched from a spear
anger bends toward compelling texture sufficient no much

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

The Two Orchard Thieves

Wikipedia Poem, No. 577

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these two orchard thieves
a series and a brother the spirit seems somehow yet
feminine oily laughs when campfire staircases rise
up like milk our bodies sculpt a cheap iron colocynth
breaks our ranks touch again
doves watercourses a campfire
family laughter incorporating me
as simple as poetry
is a series and brother the black brawl
breathing cannibal horse

Schicchi, Capocchio and Torpedo Girl

Wikipedia Poem, No. 568

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Americana in Sunset

“Having failed on two occasions to win the Prix de Rome (1848 and 1849), Bouguereau was hungry for revenge.”

in one show 
the graphic novel enters 
formation with 
the circle one cerchio yoshio sawai-published language

          by 
illustrations 
   self-referent 
   it is in it is it is it in is it

this botches innocence
innocent humor uses 
        puns the virgil 
        end up ended up one

allies rebels record players
fan formal teen girls beautiful
in the original japanese 
anime fiume flegetonte

Michael Robbins

Wikipedia Poem, No. 534

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“I like the fact that once a piece of work is done, I cease to exist. I like the feeling of disappearing after finishing an artwork.” Xu Zhen

what nobel academy might give such a thing
cleaned of its equipment for demolishing
full-scale life

modern life
modern horrors
hilarious at odds unsettle

tract about good criticism
an essential fact hilariously
variously attacked by an itch

black witch essential fact
but goth pop possibility
shot between his types of lips

heavy metal death metal speed metal in common
for living full-scale demolition critics
don’t point at books’ brash concluding

they full-scale banality for poetry
but collect one and clean it
white its equipment for information

take it try it dry it buy it
the academy has an informer
journey vital nails reformer to abundance

Corruptions in Nature

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“lovely longing lone lingam / plugging the vastness” Ed Sanders

“I know where you’re taking me”   chit!
the tufted headboard sneers in ice-colored silence   chit! chit!

beside a self-possessed brown woman
with neither a name nor eyebrows   chit! chit! chit!
and six-figured earrings; sniffling mongrel

inside the leica   chit!   slurps wild gooseberries
and soaks his chalky bastard skin in champagne;
chit! chit! chit!

my hands bound behind in priceless
handcuffs    chit!   emblazoned with carved jade

cabochon rubies hammered 18k gold
my wrists worn to worm   chit!