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Mere Gravity
Wikipedia Poem, No. 834
us against the word:
their inevitable cancer candy coats crap out sum syllables
you can say it famous like as all writing's rich sequence the author assumes,
and it may cure how many woman at this point is manipulation,
no one can say it better—you and the mfa applications. please
the stream is bone deep and cold and i find if i despise statistics
the possible opens its purse strings
on this political order and so many woman in this malignant poem switch off friends.
o, it may cure how many smashed heineken bottles. feet ache in the water.
please share our words, though they are short of many smashed pleasures.
Derrida Thinks He is Alone on the Toilet, But is Observed by a Vast, Decentralized, Anonymized Surveillance State
Wikipedia Poem, No. 786
“Blow up your life / Attune your senses”
— Carolee Schneemann
a cry a lunge maybe
the man’s raw unconsidered hand
doesn’t take authority over the woman’s
nude dross to the movie critic
up the mountain he bruises the woman
hides what she mustn’t take
authority over his nudity
she is shyte just to be available
man achieves or archives
the artist nonethelesses her yawp
bogart describing how he saw a woman
any woman the critic hides in the critic
he doesn’t take authority
over depiction of her with his raw unconsidered
shyte attention as a child’s interlude waning
the female identity shyte attention
although she had secreted the container
of her authority into her own deep depiction
brandishes it over her brain the critic cringes a cry
although she secrets through the chuff lunges
hogwash interludes the female ready to fall
interludes the male that shrunk pill to be
Sources:
- djclarity222. “Meat Joy.” Comment, online video clip. YouTube. Google, 2012. Web. 19 May 2018
- “Fuses (1965).” Perf, Carolee Schneemann, James Tenney, Kitch. Video.
- jinbad. “Carolee Schneemann: ‘I Never Thought I Was Shocking’.” Comment, news article. The Guardian, Guardian News and Media, 10 Mar. 2014. Web. 19 May 2018.
- Moreland, Quinn. “Forty Years of Carolee Schneemann’s ‘Interior Scroll.’” Hyperallergic, 1 Sept. 2015.
- Rose, Steve. “Carolee Schneemann: ‘I Never Thought I Was Shocking’.” The Guardian, Guardian News and Media, 10 Mar. 2014. Web. 19 May 2018.
- Schneemann, Carolee. Imaging Her Erotics: Essays, Interviews, Projects. Cambridge, Mass: MIT, 2003. Print.
One Hundred Uses For a Fern
Wikipedia Poem, No. 780
Bernadette
I sit in bed beside you, shearing,
Heating pad set to medium;
You say I couldn’t handle more.
You’re looking for work.
I’m reading about poets in
Monochrome.
Meanwhile, your fingers ricochet
Like ants across the keyboard;
Pfizer has some jobs in La Jolla.
I don’t want to reach over and fuck you
Nor use my teeth to puncture your pliant neck,
How glorious to be at peace
Despite all the canned blue passion
Radiating my brain, our out-there gray
Lives, like the promise of snow.
Pain always produces logic, which is
very bad for you. That’s not my line
But it’s a good one and applies here;
Women are bred for pain, they’ve got it
In them. The trick is to realize not everyone
You think is a woman is, my friend. It is dark
Now. The weather report predicts snow overnight
And it is rare the weather report is wrong
Anymore. Four to six inches. This poem
Is about fucking. Or not fucking. Or refusing
To write in bedclothes
with blood.
Ivy, After Forgetting, Again
Wikipedia Poem, No. 606
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I am Begging for the Approval of Any Potential Bros Out There with the Publication of this Three-Thousand Word Essay on Medium #hmu
Wikipedia Poem, No. 601
but not-doing
en stumbles
chicken bones here
men stumble chicken bones here
men stumble
chicken
bones here
men stumble around a bag of steaming chicken bones here
men stumble
flip flops and
broadway in chicken bones cheap
men stumble chicken
bones
here
men cheap cheap
stumble chicken bones
here
men stumble
around clucking cheap
bag of steaming chicken
bones
here
men chicken boned out on
men stumble
around
bag of steaming chicken bones
chicken
bones here
men stumble around
a bag of steaming chicken bones here
men stumble
chicken bones here
men stumble chicken bones
here
men flip flop
broadway
in fucking flip flops
and faded-red-lipstick-on-tossed-off-marlboro
shorts
not listening but not-doing that's for sure
it
listen but not-doing
en stumble
chicken bones here cheap
men
stumble chicken
bones here
men stumble
chicken bones here
men stumble
men
stumble
around a
bag of steaming
chicken bones here
en
stumble
chicken bones en here en
men cheap men stumble around
steaming
men stumble
chicken boned here
men stumble around a bag
men
stumble flip flops and broadway
fucking chicken bones
down there
men stumble
chicken bones
here
men stumble in flip flops
around
broadway and spring street
in
fucking
chicken
bones
men
stumble bones
chickens
stumble
over men oven-pigs
men stumble
chicken
bones
here
men
stumble chicken
bones here
men stumble chicken
bones here
men stumble around a bag
of steam
around a
bag
of steam playin' chicken there
men
stumble
men
stumble
chicken'n
bones
here
men there chicken there
bones
here and hear
men do not hear
chicken bones
hear
hairy men chant
stumble in flip
chicken-
bone flop
men flip chicken bones here
men flip
bones here
men
stumble
over at above against bones
here chicken chant
yellow stumbling chicken shit
bones
men wear chicken bones
when it suits them
men stumble
chicken bones
here
men stumble
in spring street on flip flops and
broadway phantom lovers
phantoms their damn selves
Notes from an iPhone
Wikipedia Poem, No. 527
men stand at car windows
knock on car windows
crystal stemware
in the lonely gardens of
masculinity crystal
stemware knocking watch
mediterranean men
stand watch stand
in the lonely
gardens
of skinny
mediterranean
men standing off
fingers off
antique replicas of skinny offers
skinny mediterranean
men stand at the skinny windshield
crystal stemware knock on car windows
crystal stemware knock
car windows and windshields
crystal stem knock car windows
crystal knock in car windows
crystal stemware knock the car
wind whip the window
crystals stemware
knocking
fingers
off antique
replicas of
masculinity
mediterranean
men men men
standing watch
in
the lonely
gardens
of skinny
mediterranean standards at car windows
dirty crystal
stemware knock
car
windows into begging
crystal
crystal
stemware knock knock
crystal car windows
crystal stemware
watch
in the lonely gardens of skinny
mediterranean men standing
fingers
off antique replicas of masculinity
poems?
his vicious
iron
hammer
bursting
watch
in the lonely gardens of
masculinity
his
vicious
iron hammer bursting car
windows
crystal
stemware knocking
watching
in the
lonely garden
Personal Poem
i meant to say something about light
i raze light not your light and
not artificial light what of the artificial then?
an ungainly freudian monolith
gargantuan simple fleshy constructed
of shit found in the tv street about light
input output welding welded expository writing damaged categoricals
empathy but there's always a corollary-but with men
who lick their long waisted fingers clean of light
let's not talk of chivalry or boyhood manhood let's don't mention
one's compensation for time lost
while mistakenly incarcerated
me daffodil lazy under laundered blanket you baseless and imaginary
i meant to say something to you about lightness in chaos
clutter razes light not your lightness aloof
a poof proof of what makes one the fleet-footed slave of truth
i meant to say something outloud but i sank into the ocean to you
with the rowers and singing maidens and maidenchasers
and the mist which unnoticed by anyone not me unmoored
flares eternal
guides the way home
Source: Berrigan, Ted. “Words for Love.” An Anthology of New York Poets, edited by Ron Padgett and David Shapiro. Random House, New York, 1970, p. 61.
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