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‘I Was Afraid of Dying’ by James Wright
Once,I was afraid of dyingIn a field of dry weeds.But now,All day long I have been walking among damp fields,Trying to keep still, listeningTo insects that move patiently.Perhaps they are sampling the fresh dew that gathers slowly In empty snail shellsAnd in the secret shelters of sparrow feathers fallen on the earth. Source: Wright, James.…
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Modern Parenting Poem
Cardinal feeding utility flag drummers and drunks oversimplify flesh the meat the spirit the soul everything i’ve learned about writing taught by drum and drink control yourself you will be free of mother nature calm down the copper knife at the back of your throat offers itself as relentlessness of the order that ought to…
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OK OK OK (For Eztmrjie)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 996 after months of afternoon eztmrjie is not the parkwikipedia poem, no. 995 eztmrjie bit the dark partwikipedia poem, no. 995 this marriage —that commitment — this contaminant — tenderly autobiographicalbut denied as an institutional art-piece the 43-year-old protagonist’s given name: eztmrjiehis anti-capital acts of speechfor me the reality’s mouth after months…
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John Baldessari (Make a Splash at Parties)
Prismatic, Buñuel said.Chinese condoms andeffulgent magenta glob.Everything in thepublic record. That’show you makegreat images. Pleaseremove yr handsin respect ofthe dead. Describewhat you don’tsee. Clean, sterileactionable nouns. Beit boy orboar. The Frenchhorn swells predictably.Google feeds headlinesto the mountains.A poet doesn’tneed bleak intelligence,she said. Thisis a differentkind of river.I pour collageinto a blackmug, lucky me!
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Arm Wrestling with Judd Hirsch
Wikipedia Poem, No. 989 there is in the art wrld the idea of one’s moment as in this will be the moment of fame or financial success as in the moment the clouds break open into light pure pleasure exuberant and rude itchy stammering skittering coalescing precariously for an instant there is in the art…
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“Rosewater, Chicken Fat, and Pinecones”
Wikipedia Poem, No. 972 cloves to me finish the beginning not first in air i have a special mixture my exclusive time requires drips i’ve made up my nose: first mind the drips die then do no such thing required of me since air is not so casually soaked in ragged strips of exclusivity time…
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Liturgy
Wikipedia Poem, No. 892 Safely infestedthrough next week. Dead, I could not be allowed to move when my rabbit ran away it is usually a red dress that day. When my leg went west. The dead I could not say— owned what a belief. I could not say—so who owns this chief relief. I could…
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