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 chill a complicated relationship with beauty in the age of attention o gag reject to reject the reject who for so long you’d been looking for through the intended ai of the antediluvian injury and free now that you’re wise outside time as a broken window who beloved escapes the flipped hgtv home to lean on the car and drop its acid values and smoke through the stethoscope to the heartbeat of a hedgehog you’ve learned to love and keep close to your heart you are an awning now a father.

OK OK OK (For Eztmrjie)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 996

after months of afternoon
eztmrjie is not the park
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eztmrjie bit the dark part
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this marriage —
that commitment —
this contaminant —
tenderly autobiographical
but denied as an institutional art-piece
the 43-year-old protagonist’s given name: eztmrjie
his anti-capital acts of speech
for me the reality’s mouth after months
of dynamite after lesson’s prescriptive stories
the character’s weird little enzymes his name is eztmrjie
black people are lebanese-americans
have a reality are trees in the park
after months after the lesson’s prescriptive streets
such a tremendous snap of respek for treats
such anti-capitalist and overly autobiographical acts

John Baldessari (Make a Splash at Parties)

Prismatic, Buñuel said.
Chinese condoms and
effulgent magenta glob.

Prismatic, Buñuel said.
Chinese condoms and
effulgent magenta glob.
Everything in the
public record. That’s
how you make
great images. Please
remove yr hands
in respect of
the dead. Describe
what you don’t
see. Clean, sterile
actionable nouns. Be
it boy or
boar. The French
horn swells predictably.
Google feeds headlines
to the mountains.
A poet doesn’t
need bleak intelligence,
she said. This
is a different
kind of river.
I pour collage
into a black
mug, lucky me!

Arm Wrestling with Judd Hirsch

Wikipedia Poem, No. 989

Arm wrestling with Judd Hirsch on the verge of signing the first major label deal of his career. He was 85.

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
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 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 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 of fame
or financial success
as in the
moment of fame
or financial success
as in the moment
the moment and
rude itchy stammering
skittering skittering coalescing
skittering skittering coalescing
skittering skittering skittering
skittering precariously into
light pure pleasure
exuberant and rude
itchy stammering skittering
skittering coalescing skittering
skittering coalescing skittering
precariously into rude
itchy stammering skittering
coalescing skittering skittering
coalescing skittering coalescing
skittering coalescing coalescing
skittering skittering skittering
precariously for an
instant the clouds
break open in
the art wrld
the art wrld
there is the
moment and rude
itchy stammering coalescing
skittering precariously for
an instant the
moment and rude
itchy stammering skittering
precariously for an
instant here is
the will of
the art wrld
the moment the
moment of one’s
rude itchy stammering
skittering coalescing skittering
skittering skittering skittering

Source: Rivkin, Joshua. Chalk: the Art and Erasure of Cy Twombly. Melville House, 2018, p. 299.

“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 persuades one of their nothingness 
         nor am i briefly special of whisper bone

admixture of exclusive strips mine 
i require a sort of flayed time 
special time burrowed in special thought 
slowly and continuously introduced
die then no such thought will be 
thought in the air which afaik isn't true
i am all these pine-soar things 
         however briefly 
but what of rosewater soaked linen 
i've had such wonderful lovers 

in the beginning though not at first 
beginnings slowly and continuously rise
and pinecone through the lawn 
studded with drippings wrapped in earth
what a glorious exclusive time in strip
mines exclusive time dripping among air
however briefly but trimmed 
         into reddening strips

Source: Ruefle, Mary. “Resin.” Dunce, Wave Books, 2019, p. 15.

Liturgy

Wikipedia Poem, No. 892

Safely
infested
through 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 be.

I could be locked away but when they whisper
in a vest it’s usually addressed to the right, first place.
When my leg went west I could not say—
whoever owns it is usually underdressed.

Move when my rabbit runs away: It is
unusually in first place. When they are
so usable assume one of their lips looks away.


Source: Ruefle, Mary. “When Adults Talk”Selected Poems. Seattle: Wave Books, 2011. Print.

Things to Do with the Abnormal King

Wikipedia Poem, No. 865

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            Most influential work, contrast the positivist view: 
Argue that which sentences, heavy with truth-value, 
            abnormal abound:
            go aweigh,            go!

Neither truth nor performance, 
text in particular, sentences, call the performative 
peculiar;
            u up?

            Oh, abnormal king!  
Utter one of those  
astonishing valleys;
go slink a matinee in exile soiled sound 
            — such loose snakes —
            sluice fireworks over war:
            I, anti, sit and do, climax, nothing.