Skull Material

Wikipedia Poem, No. 784

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long and 
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How to Read a Poem: Read a Poem

Wikipedia Poem, No. 777

HTRAP

imagine you are the manifest destiny, the milk and the honey

the book
the well
the temporal we

any one page from our archive
our language
our unachieved pleasures

the visual combination
the flux of a poem
the little sentence

our stored image
our diabolical interregnum
our king of kind poems

the forms
the expectations
the provided stresses

our first chapter
our reader
our lyric drama

may be duplicated to look at

“Mars and Venus come back anew / They give each other mad kisses”

Wikipedia Poem, No. 749

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“The people who most needed god were the people who were kept outside.” Michael Simpson

aperture propose          emphasis or another kind of trying
possibility of eurydicean seam           paris review    summer
critique    don’t get the internet started on architecture     i typed  
brutalism    and got doxxed and brained with a rock    review    summer          
slipping         flow adventure        demand    the slow concrete of 
killing everything    to achieve each other     trying      possibility 
in the court of my geode's life 
the defendant physical as salt     devices required for writing     

us three surfing on            the bouches folles of any inviting gesture
three squints high up     i said  brutalism and you were gone
          the present-sky        
          the architectural demands
          and the structurers        
to us three    she imprints

Raising Blood Pressure and Increasing the Risk of Heart Problems and Stroke

Wikipedia Poem, No. 711

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“I enjoy sitting on objections by the great. / Yes, so we cried together under protection of copyright laws.” Nikki Wallschlaeger

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Gratitude

scoop

to wear so many rings your fingertips refuse to meet
to pull up skin-tight jeans
to slip on a pink tube top without being asked
to find what’s in your pocket

what is in your pocket?

to be known for a particular hairdo
to smell the way you do
to be brilliant without being moved
to snooze

oh scent do you see?

to kill in order to live
to grow a theorist in a tube
to suck off a hungry ghost
to love basic vanilla body mist after all these years

what won’t work and why not?

to have that kind of mind
to have this kind of mouth
to charge into the universe’s great recording booth
and scream no no no that won’t work

 

Our Hero Discovers Pure Empathy In the Dustless Prop Corners of Episodic Soft-Input Humor

Wikipedia Poem, No. 582

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Have you ever heard of Piero Manzoni?

“I should like all artists to sell their fingerprints, or else stage competitions to see who can draw the longest line or sell their shit in tins. The fingerprint is the only sign of the personality that can be accepted: if collectors want something intimate, really personal to the artist, there’s the artist’s own shit, that is really his.” Piero Manzoni

Oh, honey… Who can deprive a word of its meaning? Do you claim the words when you arrange them? Do you borrow them? Lease them? Leash them? How do you own them, particularly?

Have you ever heard of Piero Manzoni?

You are a vector. That’s all. I am a vector, too. The second you say something is beautiful, or a poem, or art, it becomes that. It’s that simple. Anything else is violent colonialism. Stricture.

This is what post-modernism is about. And by post-modernism, I just mean a movement projected forever forward into space. Like a light never dying. Sure, you’ll stop perceiving it at some point, but your explication of your perception is just limiting the reality of that object. Those words ever only meant anything to you. What happens to them as they super-ball around the room is exactly as irrelevant and as cosmically important as the words (objectively) and you (also objectively.)

I poop on a plate and present it proudly as art, it’s art. I put your words in a grinder and call it a poem, it’s a poem. Nowadays, it’s all just a matter of will, marketing and polish. Meaning is expressed by how words relate to each other in the reader’s mind, not in the poet’s mind.

We’ve (I’ve) been doing this for years (times infinity) does the practice (product) gain meaning because it’s remembered? Remembered to what extent? To what ends? Because one can quote it? Because it has generational weight? Because it effects policy change? Because it puts one smile on one face for one fleeting moment? Because it locks one professor into her peach tenure track?

Ever wonder why Wittgenstein ended up designing doorknobs?

(I love you, btw, as a person who is interested in poetry. I’m not grumbling here, just twisting my own nipples to get a bit of magma flowing.)

The Internet Appears in the Morning Like a Hand / Full of Cashews and Coconut Meat

Wikipedia Poem, No. 508

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from your
genderlesque moiré two water suns
train invasive things

the percieved field
is most like my clause
before stolen ice cream

in order to think
like singing deploy
textbook masturbation

thighs swing
across the marketplace
air like hangman

powerful free diogenes
sidling cloud crab
then off she petals paper

dress of gauze
grazing blue-white dross
still die high in its gaze

Superficial Missus

Wikipedia Poem, No. 494

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“at least I would like to think so” John Ashbery

aluminum ice pix
too big how exotic
your shoulders your nose
how big too exotic
in this picture you’re stock art
when is too big or how is exotic

your nose in this shot
connects to its hips
you’re using to click

the internet has something to tell you
its hip its using your lips
in the women du prix
where you shoulder your nose
in this picture they ski down for clicks
i have something to plick

i’ve got your nose
and your womanly hips
the picture’s too big

how erotic
your shoulders
so nordic
wipes their nostradamus
completely sephardic
another howling mountain épique

isn’t that funny
your body eclipses
your liberal hip sis

Disclaimer (Busdriver)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 450

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“I studied the abrupt edge of youth / so I could get the petal just right” Sarah Jean Grimm

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