Hackensack

Giant Farmers Market, Hackensack, NJ, Large indoor farmers market. You can buy anything from fruits and vegetables to fresh cut meats and seafood. Come early to avoid the crowds.
Farmers Market, 2019

After Ron Padgett’s Amsterdam

The sky has been paved over
by no boats in the Hackensack.
In the gutters of River Road
watery asphalt crumbles
because it is New Jersey and
very unwell. Even the street
light thinks filth, with
the sadness of her body
her electric mind every minute
and Ken Zisa inside
the house watching his Yankees
inning after inning. Outside
the window, a man says something
and a girl laughs, “No, Milagros,
eso no es un gusano real.”
Everything fizzles.

Look Pleasure in the Eye and Don’t Think

Wikipedia Poem, No. 937

Flowershop, 2019

shirt headphone cord
in her pikachu too much
unrepairable bear yards of skin

all the soupy stooped cross
walker drug dealer drug dealer drug
dealer data demon jazz drummer pikachu

shirt my t-shirt headphone cord
in her mouth too tight flowershop
too much unrepairable bear all skin

all corporation an infant crying warm
and such unrepairable beauty fat boys who care
the corporation an infant crying

warm and youth petal unrepairable bear
all the standing-room-only no way too much unrepairable beauty fat
boys who care the corporation everywhere asphalt rubber and i

Alex Hudson

Alex Brown
“I think that the paintings are merely voyeuristic due to the fact that the images are not mine and I find myself looking for a story within them—a story which I try to expose by boiling out the proverbial impurities,” Brown said in a 1999 interview.

When Hudson died in 2014, Alex
considered his lifeline cut. He was
not going to do the social labor that
many artists regard as part of the
job, but

he had a few solo exhibitions in Paris
and New York, including a
miniretrospective at Galerie
Richard on Orchard Street
last year.

When Hudson died in 2014, Alex
considered his lifeline cut. He was
not going to do the social labor that
many artists regard as part of the
job, but

he had a few solo exhibitions in Paris
and New York, including a
miniretrospective at Galerie
Richard on Orchard Street
last year.

When Hudson died in 2014, Alex
considered his lifeline cut. He was
not going to do the social labor that
many artists regard as part of the
job, but

he had a few solo exhibitions in Paris
and New York, including a
miniretrospective at Galerie
Richard on Orchard Street
last year.

The Ruins

Wikipedia Poem, No. 921

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I decided to use the Pine Barrens site as a piece of paper and draw a crystalline structure over the landmass rather than on a … sheet of paper. In this way I was applying my conceptual thinking directly to the disruption of the site over an area of several miles. So you might say that my non-site was a three dimensional map of the site.

Robert Smithson

Buca il geranio la maceria, rissa

Maria Luisa Spaziani

but only you
love sheds on you love
sheds on you love
shed on you

abuse
faith
this dog you love
sheds on you
love shed on you

hearth nebulous
parallax hearth

&yet
diagnostic dark
drinking dark
drinking
dranking
drunnc

always night
always night
always night &yet

death queer hearth
nebulous health
nebulous hearth &yet

again
night of the long commercial
night always drinking night & shhh upon
rigid compass shhh abstract shhh

Belshazzar’s Feast

Wikipedia Poem, No. 899


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 collected to keep cooper union  
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and  
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Transactional Middle Class Aubade

middle-class

Why is failure so central to your work?

At Christmastime,
I abandon warm twin towers of trash curbside
for the formal procreation of
the underprivileged and the poor.

What does failure mean to you?

All good men wear Gucci loafers.

Socrates wears Gucci loafers.
Therefore, Socrates is a good man.

i am a head on a stick

Wikipedia Poem, No. 868

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with honesty and love
he carried 
me over the earth
to 
       burke reason, honesty and didn't once put my 
head on a stick
or make me 
    do terrible things 
to the truth

now i am a head on 
      a stick
made to 
do terrible things 
and love
       trauma 

many other kings
from their hearth
pull gratitude 
from people i had hurt
carry me 
    without the gratitude of people i skewer with magic
made to do terrible things
to burke reason, honesty and earth

i am a 
head 
i am a head 
    on a stick again
and didn't never once love
the earth
who burkes reason, honesty and 
wompsters alike 
have carried me through gratitude 
to people i had once loved
and burked myself  
with reason, honesty and mirth

i am a head 
on a stick
made to do terrible things to truth
     
a head once loved
a head 
on a stick
made to do terrible things and never once loved
tubercular wompsters 
have carried me over the earth
      to the granite people stuck 
on a stick
that
once loved
 the truth as a trunk
      
i am a g and a wompster 
carried beside the earth
to 
burke reason, honesty and fellow 
wompsters 
don't concern yourself
with my trauma 

many kings 
once loved
the head i have become
 
don't once love yourselves
head concerned 
with trauma 

many kings
many truths

i am a head once loved
on a stick
made to do terrible things
to heaven
          to the 
earth
to burke 
reason, honesty and wompsters 
     
i have carried myself over the earth
to 
burke reason, honesty 
and wompsters 

i am a head 
of
     many kings don't concern themselves with
love
do terrible things
       to burke reason, honesty and truth

i am a head once loved
for its amplitude of attitude i had on a 
stick
and chompers 
chomping all over the earth
to burke reason's honesty and don't come once loved 

and many kings  
and many traumas 
and many earths 

burke reason
honesty and don't 
and don't and don't

‘Noir, NJ’ by Paul Muldoon

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When I wake up in a strange bed
Beside a girl called Pam
I try to play the whole thing down
And give my name as Sam
It’s clear I’m way out of my depth
It’s clear that she’s dropped a dime
It’s clear that even I suspect
I’m guilty of some crime
I know those goons by the streetlamp
Are champing at the bit
I last saw them on board the train
Before we took a hit
And jumped the observation car
Only to lose our way
In a nightmarish railroad yard
Somewhere near Noir, NJ

When I squint through the slatted blinds
Pam orders juice and eggs
She’ll let a man do the legwork
While she works on her legs
It’s clear her husband was a wimp
It’s clear he had no spine
It’s clear she lit that cigarette
To give the goons a sign
I know that it’s a rule of thumb
A gumshoe’s fingered me
When ladies who’re high maintenance
Meet lighting that’s low key
They’re just so many femme fatales
Who have been led astray
And now lure plainclothesmen et al
Back there to Noir, NJ

When a sergeant with a scattergun
Meets a shamus
Halfway up the stairs
Somewhere between Paterson
And Paramus
They redefine the parameters
And bid us welcome, hey, hey, hey,
Welcome to Noir, NJ

When I flash forward through the murk
Of who did what to whom
I’m pretty sure I don’t deserve
To die here in this room
It’s clear I’ve been double-crossed
It’s clear that I’ve been framed
It’s clear that Pam’s husband was half deaf
From how they shout his name
I know I’ll be reduced to pulp
She’ll gulp with her orange juice
If I don’t reassert myself
She’ll kick in my caboose
It’s not too late to be hard-boiled
Like the eggs on Pam’s tray
Through even her pistol would recoil
At what happened in Noir, NJ

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Source: Muldoon, Paul. Joyce Carol Oates, Editor. New Jersey Noir. Consortium Book Sales & Dist, 2011. Print. pp. 217-218.

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Artifacts of Reference, No. 20

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Notes and Recordings from Dodge Poetry Festival 2018

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