Wikipedia Poem, No. 135

linear-burn

“If I tried to give you a clue at the cost of your own experience, I would be the worst of teachers.” Awa Kenzo

his family 
had moved heart treated 
where with the infirm 
  
by pretension or even 
hunger 
worthless of his family 
had moved heart 
     treated 
minorities including 
Superemedies including more drinking 
      cold-all 

    the powers 
including more 
       drinking Supreme 
         Court of Virginia 
was and 
cleansed 
the symptoms 
the firm 
         
by pretentious 
Scalia 
       more drinking and
         
     treated all 
the symptoms other unexplained 
and cleansed 
       
and 
          attended powers including and 
     cleansed 
      where his 
      family had moved heart 
disorder to Chicago 
where 
with 
the 
    firm 
       powers including more 
          drinking 
cold-all 
the interpretation or even worthless terror

“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. 23

How to Deal with Failure in the Age of Reddit

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           known as reductio ad 
       absurd this platonic 
     object  but  not exist
   yes, if you are existence then count
main characters
certain 
   certain certain sensory (see threatfulness) textual this perfectly specific here
         in fact the
      black takes a bicycle 
the computer the computer
     edits
         the population 
	this is 
          a text: egg fried in freedom
      will 
    existence 
       of free 
          will  your obligation
   compiles failure
ergo sum
    sound deep below art
being 
at 
does nonexistence 
and existence in certain sensations
in the face of
braces it.

Command-W

The greasy, banister-cool
Hand props up some very mediocre
Problems

Type the word
Face
Enter

The computer does the rest
This
Is no way to live.

Image

Painting with Dim Light

III

How do we adjust
For the right leg
Shorter, so
We fear
The men limping toward the blaring shore

Except those
Who do not

They skim thin-edged along
And do not.

II

Command: Don’t tweak or complicate
What do we carry to our thanksgiving?
What do we parcel away?

Carve lines straight and strong
Hum the flesh thin, earnest and true.

& do not waste language like another plastic bag
Tied, knotted, tossed into the trash
Another plastic bag.

I

I’m more interested in the uniform

The too-dark denim, hand-hem; the
Wide, egg-white sun-styled shoes, shuffle
Ashore the rug; her basket
Full of New Romance.


for Wayne Koestenbaum