David Remnick

DR

Referential in a way John Ashbery could never be —
I’ve yet to read John Ashbery.

I’m at the ironbark dreaming,
Except I’m not; I’m ironstone.

The world will not let me
Say what I mean; or I

Come across
Weak, watered down

And cheap. I’m afraid to pay
For what I deserve; “Alright.

Honey, have a safe trip.
Yep, OK. Alright, the plan is airtight.”

Teaching Literature in a Discredited Civilization

Wikipedia Poem, No. 496

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houses on this dial paired  
with one who dials out 
and his block with many people on it 
         
one who moves verges on this pair  
one who dials out 
a broad bruised hand 
 
sitting on condescending they 
are many 
houses on a 5D model 
 
apartment dwellers wrong laugh condescending
cry to the condescending cry
to the moon instead of death and 5D avenues 
   
with many houses on a 5D model 
apartment dwellers 
in pairs 
 
one who dials out and is weaker for it
a wrestler wrestlers stolen long neck 
some on this block with many 5D vacancies
 
modeled after men crying under floorboards 
one who dials out 
pairs with many alcoholic halfway homes
 
just two letters 
condescending to 
          gutlight catholics 
5D model apartment dwellers with many missing hearts

Wikipedia Poem, No. 353

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“It didn’t matter to honor the dead / What he said. / It doesn’t matter. / The meaning has no meaning. / Such adorable rhetoric. / So soothing to the palate and the public.” Frederick Seidel

 

begins the news
tossing

a protected son of
silver tightly packed aluminum dancing self-doubt
of nations and distretched before

you were
you were
you were

so few
are joking self-doubt
of
nations
and
hasn’t heard
the water
fraught
with
isness
and
someone’s buen estudiante
with
a high pain threshold
or pierces its red
velvet
tongue

like
an eel
wretched
before

you were
you were

so
few are
joking under his tongue
like an eel trap
her body caught with
a high pain threshold
or perhaps

the sliver
of
choice you
were

you were
you
were

now so few
are
joking self-doubt
of
nations

Wikipedia Poem, No. 165

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“Somehow I always do manage but / You found them for me, what / I love, lakes and paintings.” John Ashbery

 

        walls
windows  
         keeping her insulating placed 
with grains
          poly-appropriate barbed wire 
placed by using 
    her crushes 
down 
    to their capabilities 
         can be 
tended tendered 

          the 
        bee placed 
     skylightly
   insulating 
       strength 
of sand 
      courses above 60 cm 

make problematic
matter mass burlap mild climate 
change spirit 
gum 
costly condiments then
      types of clay barbed wire with a corbel 
organic matter skin 
the home's 
  exterior such 
        as 
clay-containing policy
of spirit

Occipital Sacrifice

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Give up the platitude 
For page 1
I know you have it in you;

O me! 
O life! 

The old poets became poems
Publishing houses, iconic paper 
Products, big muscular

Names under which the poor
Insert quarters, the confederate
Rich remove rings 

Of Saturnalia, too 
On the nose.