Hypovolemic Fantasy, Eros, Alone

Wikipedia Poem, No. 502

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“Evening of a day in early March, / you are like the smell of drains / in a restaurant where pate maison / is a slab of cold meat loaf / damp and wooly. You lack charm.” James Schuyler

   verbing hot 
        and heavy
like a 
lover's 
    wet mouth
after dark
       n u 
  my mirror body itself
comes 
   separated 
        skin from skin from skin from 
   skin 
torn from skin 
like peeling paint 
 from skin from 
skin from skin from skin 
from skin from skin from skin from skin from skin from skin from skin 
from skin ripped from a 
turtle's 
          shell 
         
  yr mirror 
body 
itself
comes 
paint 
       from a turtle 
   shell 
   the 
shell fear 
is blood hard
is that 
 i peeling separates
      skin from skin from his liquid from 
from skin from a turtle's shell 
the 
mirror yr mouth
after 
dark
n u fear 
the blood is 
blood coming  
  comes hot 
and 
heavy has come
like peeling paint 
from a 
turtle's 
shell 
 
    the illness 
like paint-like   
    skin from a 
        turtle's shell 
        the 
shell 
        peels
separating
     skin 
from 
skin from a turtle's shell

Denis Johnson (1949-2017)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 491

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“My office smells like a theory, but here one weeps / to see the goodness of the world laid bare / and rising with the government on its lips, / the alphabet congealing in the air / around our heads.” Denis Johnson

 

his lips laid
& rising with the warm
goodness of theory
there they wept rivers
over their alphabet
that would not congeal
despite
how grave their wound
who inter their gravity

George Seferis (1900-1971)


“But to say what you want to say, you must create another language and nourish it for years and years with what you have loved, with what you have lost, with what you will never find again. ”

Seferis, as quoted in Mary Ruefle’s “Madness, Rack, and Honey”, p. 191.

Jill Soloway

mechanical arm
lowers raises
capable

wavy red hair pink skin
dry brown desert crunch so
what? sliced blue cow the transforming
grill blanket warm skin so
what if you’re wrong?

now you want to make art
with cacti shriveling in the
sunset? that’s the worst
thing you could have said

what do you do with a want
who’s abandoned? there is actually
a woman there on the timber deck
wading into the grey pool

obvious
the waves
peeling back
into the ocean

to contain myself
again what if i
refused i
refuse

Going to Minsk

Wikipedia Poem, No. 481

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dough stuck to       eat (or      stop   cannibalizing it
never ends all the dumplings will never end
all like a black rabbit head such improbable
writing         plastic trimming never ending all       like a rebus poem
the throat himself       (or     a stand-in    for the       paris
review facebook page someone somewhere must care
about a man who         smartly uses his petunia 
now he's unrecognizable          symmetry slides   down 
the dumplings will never end all the dumplings will never end
all     the dumplings he will never provide   myself to myself
(or stand for the grey pixels and       black     rabbit heads 
such        improbable      writing          a rebus poem 
then a laudable commander in the grey pixels 
and mouthed tooth    desire as idols to eat      
(or     stop   cannibalizing inside 
where it      never ends   i didn't know he had 
an earring    all the buying          fried dough stuck 
to an      unnamed company doing companion-dance
myself    (or myself    standing up to dumplings that will    never end
all like a rebus     poem    the grey mouth  pixels    will
unnamed commander the kids are tom 
veitch's         poison   meat to august kleinzaler's    poison 
meat       to august kleinzaler's poison meat 
august stands     for the kids sausage-master 
on the grey pixels and     the black rabbit head     
dwindling improbable writing starved dumplings
will never end      all      like a hidden end
all the throat (or a hidden-in grey commanding throat

Gender Politics

Wikipedia Poem, No. 472

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“If I were in authority, I would forbid advertising.” Le Corbusier

to be loved   eyes closed of pain  
it is just like you not like you nothing flat  
traced with a number two pencil    nothing vested 
in hydrangeas something more like cutting 
something black ravage    to be
loved    afraid of course cutting
a slow-covered kitchen knife    something more
we will be loved afraid of pain
its dimensions feed from perspective
to follow up     thick unguent
    carving

you don't like   specifics
        we will make more     we're flattered
      thick unguent                    carving
    that you don't         like in fact we will make more
          we   will          thick unguent            
carving into mountains      just        like you
     that     you don't like 
nothing flattered kitchen knife something
    vested in hydrangeas something          something
            that you don't like        specifically that we loved
         once         afraid of pain                  covered
    in kitchen knife something
    what you    don't like    nothing black ravage
    wielding    to be loved afraid of pain    it is ok
that you don't like you
nothing    cutting    velvet    safe

Fuck You Fortune Cookie

Wikipedia Poem, No. 456

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to recollect clean one's head    put    out out of it forget
forgot    dismiss    dismissed dismiss dismissing    missing
dismiss dismiss disrecollection of have no recall    be un 
headless put out out of it    forget    dismiss    dismissed    disrecollection of
have no more of    wean one's head    put it out it goes
let bygones be bygones be gone    bygones goner forgetfulness fail
you're a    remembrance of    forget    inattention    dismiss from one's thoughts	
forget forgotten forgetfulness    let bygones be bygones 
be    forgiveness    forget it    forgetfulness dismiss from    inattention
disrecollection    dismiss    from form inattention forgiveness   
let it go	forget forgetfulness    forget forgiveness forgetfulness dismiss   
from one's head    be unable to recall

People Are Forming Various Sentences with Their Bodies

Wikipedia Poem, No. 455

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After Ron Padgett

there is no rush dear
cognitively 
certain your lover enough 
         water tells me 
you were 
      born last month

        we've eaten too much sugar
and 
our birthday was two days enough time 
to drink
          we've eaten too much 
sugar
and our birthday was 
two days enough time 
to indict 
      oneself
         always enough time 
to 
drink smart 
      complete
dancing particles 
of 
          night
below the poetry oneself
always 
past
i'm cognitively 
certain your shoes
         but we must have
dragged 
          shit in on our 
      birthday two days 
enough 
time to 
         indict 
one's wants 
to 
     write
the poetry 
   one wants to 
         drink
      we've 
eaten too 
       much 
    sugar
and 
          our birthday was two days 
       enough

“Stray Beast” by Sarah Jean Grimm

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I cannot recommend highly enough Sarah Jean Grimm‘s “Soft Focus” from Metatron out of Montreal. The poem above grabbed me by the throat. I still have the finger marks from last night’s reading. Buy the book (might I suggest the entire Spring 2017 catalog?) and support great, living poets.

Polymer

Wikipedia Poem, No. 447

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considers well-produced risk
how far is too too far is too far
so far balanced well-produced

eye real human skin simple ethical
boundaries thrilling well-adjusted
someone balanced tests my mind

well-adjusted too far
balance test my conservative mind
well-produced polymers risk

produced conservative polymers
risk well-produced polymers risk
eye read as human skin simple cells

ethical boundaries push up against the world
i think and play out loud in thinking fields
artificial intelligence eye reading humans

i love you bot lately i’ve been thinking
i know polymers that push up against
the psychological understanding

runs of progressive reading human
skin simple ethical boundaries that
push up against the path forward

as it understands ideological boundaries
push up against psychological
boundaries push up against these

conservative habits and progressive tendencies
ideological boundaries push up against
the psychological risk taking

that plays out with considerable risk
well-produced polymers risk
conservative versus progressive

well-produced samples
boundaries that push up against the world
i’m thinking of a field between artificial intelligence

and game theory eyes read as human
someone who is balanced asks a lot
of artificial intelligence a lot of injury

or with violation but stretches
and tests my ethical boundaries push up
against containers risk well-produced polymers
thrilling the eyes read as human