Ivy, After Forgetting, Again

Wikipedia Poem, No. 606

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Trinity (Nuclear Test)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 507

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“I wake up from sleep. And I fall asleep again! / From serving an era. To betraying a different era. I recite. / I will keep paying 150 yen to buy your smiling face.” Terayama Shūji

          but only therapists remain   
and projected to have         
no metaphors i am thinking 
the impossibly           large brick school building 
the phone call   and days ago 
holding             no         metaphors        
i am thinking about      what i asked her  
in first grade        the therapist holds 
the fragile invulnerable dictionary 
spasms   outside      the hand and apologizing 
about       the boy          i was 
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outside this        thinking exercise      writing about   
the fragile invulnerable world 
about     the boy                     
the impossibly large therapist 
projected toward me

Therapy (Pulling Red Thread)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 483

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human who 
     sits unlike a trough 
purchased long at 
the 
      academic front leaking

a long narrow open container 
for animals 
to eat or drink 
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now outside are scary things
out there children play
other bells ring out then
cease with mouths and thin skin
everything with clout is immediate and
blood waits for a bout below layers of paper

my dog watches a goldfinch
with her nose she cries
and whines complains
or does not understand the screen
a hinge creaks between
her wet nose in here and her memory
of sprinting
of the dry grass
on her brown back
of the unexpected
pizza crust she looks into me

with the excited eyes of a middle-aged
woman who in 2017 bravely enrolls
in an online poetry course
the TA refuses to insist
Frank O’Hara’s Personal Poem
has nothing to do with her
racial hangups he lost

his sobriety and everything
is unshakably out of control.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 279

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“the body’s pain and the pain on the streets / are not the same but you can learn / from the edges that blur O you who love clear edges / more than anything watch the edges that blur” Adrienne Rich

 

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Source:

  • Rich, Adrienne. “Contradictions: Tracking Poems.” Collected Poems, 1950-2012. , 2016. Print. Page 656.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 277

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“Time for a new start. Clean slate. A re-made universe. My universe. Who knows? Maybe one world… one universe — won’t be enough.” Hal Jordan

 

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“Dante’s Beatrice” by Frederick Seidel (2006)

I ride a racer to erase her.
Bent over like a hunchback.
Racing leathers now include a hump
That protects the poet’s spine and neck.
I wring the thing out, two hundred miles an hour.
I am a mink on a mink ranch determined not
To die inside its valuable fur, inside my racesuit.

I bought the racer
To replace her.
It became my slave and I its.
All it lacked was tits.
All it lacked
Between its wheels was hair.
I don’t care.
We do it anyway.

The starter-caddy spins its raving little wheel
Against the Superbike’s elevated fat black
Rear soft-compound tire.
Remember: racer
Down for second gear instead of up!
Release the clutch—the engine fires.
I am off for my warm-up lap on a factory racer
Because I can’t face her.

I ride my racer to erase her.
I ride in armor to
Three hundred nineteen kilometers an hour.
I am a mink on a mink ranch about
To die inside its valuable fur,
Inside my leathers.
She scoops me out to make a coat for her.
She buttons up a me of sort warm blur.

Is this the face that launched
A thousand slave ships?
The world is just outstanding.
My slavery never wavers.
I use the word “slavers”
To mean both “drools”
And, changing the pronunciation, “trades in slaves.”
I consider myself most of these.

Mark Peploe and I used to sit around
Cafés in Florence grading
Muses’ noses.
Hers hooks like Gauguin’s,
His silent huge hooked hawk prow.
I am the cactus. You are the hyena.
I am the crash, you the fireball of Jet-A . . .
Only to turn catastrophe into dawn.

 


From “Poems 1959-2009” Frederick Seidel

Wikipedia Poem, No. 180

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“The smallest girl / in the wild kid’s gang / submitted her finger / to his tomahawk idea — // It hurt bad, dropping off.” Les Murray

a word augustus?
on cities and positions
capability of technique

we are the same
original champions
success in superville

devices we composed in sophistry
this particular route through memory
our warehouses mine back rooms

methods of ariel
hawksquill studies
forget-me-not the mind’s sireling

desirings sprayed above dubbed imagery
from contact with einstein the words
of augustus sink to obscure paradise

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.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 69

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on Long 
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famous as much 
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poets.
       
         
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and guys — thought 
of 
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     spent you 
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to words, as a political sation. As that in Newark?

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Baraka’s works are 
that