LA RETE DI STEVE

arms akimbo
in princeton
in 2000
the famous
squirrelly record producer
in boring denim and black work
shirt chameleon-like
his wicked opacity
doesn’t applaud
when the band
finishes its final
song — there are
still film cameras
pentax nikon canon
is that guy picciotto
in the branches
of a pine tree?

Artifacts of Reference, No. 60

1870

chassepot rifle, 2019

thoughtless deference to free men swimming by
who mostly don’t—though sometimes must—
respect the point of exclamation! / part and not part

[sirens wail] [she moans]
bean can and bottle top; variable dimensions
are we talking about the made-thing or the making-thing
drifts into reverie

bamoun duala ewondo gunpowder
igbo kikongo lingala yoruba sango twi

both; i am the rooftop bar
i am the school of fish
basking on the sidewalk; red neon
no tricks; implicated lion; times square

i needed a title so i stole one
i needed an image so i stole one
i needed a poem so i stole one

words phrases and acronyms
we know ied compression of language
tetric choices lean against acid blonde
miniskirt robed in telephone pole
we imagine dirt lipped centrifuge hands
connected behind cross-shaped crane
scrapes human tissue cloudless sky

Chistsomis (Crystal)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 957

Bamoun Duala Ewondo
Igbo Kikongo Lingala
Yoruba Sango Twi
become a good dreamer, 2019

tissue
from cloudless skyango twi i am the made-thing school of lion. i needed a title so i stole one i needed a title tops; variable dimension of fish; neon; no tric and acronyms
we image
so i stole one i needed a title tops; variable dimensions; are we know
ied compression of fish; neon; no tricks; implication of fish; neon;
no tricks;
implication of fish; neon; no tricks; implication of
fish; neon; no tricks; implication of
fish; neon; no tetric acronyms
we know ied compressions; are
we
talking about the made-thing about the rooftop bar; i
am the rooftop bar; i am the made-thing about the made-thing school of fish; neon; no tricks; implication of lion. i needed
a title tops; variable dimensions; are we know ied crane scrapes human
tissue from cloudless
skyba sango lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo
igbo kikongo
lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala
ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala yoruba sango lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo
kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala
ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo
igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala
ewondo igbo kikongo
lingala ewondo igbo
kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala
ewondo igbo kikongo lingala
ewondo igbo kikongo lingala yoruba sango lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala
yoruba sango lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo
lingala ewondo igbo
kikongo lingala
ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo
kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo
igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo
kikongo lingala ewondo igbo
kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo
lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala yoruba sango lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala ewondo igbo kikongo lingala
ewondo igbo kikongo lingala
ewondo
igbo kikongo twi i am the made-thing of fiber school

To Psychoanalysis

Wikipedia Poem, No. 938

after Kenneth Koch

to die.

what has me—anything
you gave some fifties clothing or my
head—great
troops
to
have
you—i could play
against blackholes like picasso—i
would
play again
like some converse days
fell through
and
become?
you look the
karen horney
kind
all—other something screaming sobbing you gave me
any possibility
no one covered
epochs—
gold of my
best thing you—i would solve
a paste or my leave
hay feelings
two years at whatever wanted life—my
fantastic advancing—
i recovered with light
with
light!
comedy!
tragedy! tragedy! tragedy! tragedy!
tragedy! tragedy! tragedy!

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.

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The Cuban Prisoners

Wikipedia Poem, No. 887

Metapacking District (ix), Joseph M. Gerace

The Cuban Prisoners—The intelligence brought by the Cherokee, from Havana, sets in still stronger light the atrocity of the deceptions which were recently practised upon the good feeling of this nation. The generosity and forbearance of the Cuban Government deserve all praise. Not only does the Captain-General attend to their wants, and consult their comfort, as if they were invited guests instead of hostile invaders—unfortunates rather than criminals; but he encourages them with the hope that their release will speedily follow their arrival in Spain. Of course proper steps have been taken to ensure the active intervention of the American Minister in Madrid, on behalf of the deluded and betrayed adventurers.

New York Times, Sept. 24, 1851

show true character
unintention of confidence
sometimes in violation of an enemy
treacherously giving information
deception deceive deceive deceive deceive
deceive deceive deceit
trayal deceive deceptionally show
a true character
dare to give
unintentionally reveal unintention to lead
deceive deceive deceive deceive
deceive obsolete trayed
be evidence
of an enemy by treachery
to an enemy by treachery
disclose deliver or desert
especially reveal
unintention of an enemy
treachery
to lead astrayen
deliver

or disclose violate
unfaithful in violation
an enemy
treacherously give
gravely disclose one’s
country group or disclose
in guarding maintaining maintaining maintaining
maintaining maintaining maintaining maintaining maintaining maintaining
maintaining maintaining
maintaining
maintaining maintaining
sugar ice mint rum
tradere

‘Shhh’ by Eileen Myles

Shhh

I don’t think
I can afford the time to not sit right down &
write a poem about the heavy lidded
white rose I hold in my hand
I think of snow
a winter night in Boston, drunken waitress
stumble on a bus that careens through
Somerville the end of the line
where I was born, an old man
shaking me. He could’ve been my dad.
You need a ride? Wait, he said.
This flower is so heavy in my hand.
He drove me home in his old blue
Dodge, a thermos next to me,
cigarette packs on the dash
so quiet like Boston is quiet
Boston in the snow. It’s New York
plates are clattering on St. Mark’s
Place. Should I call you?
Can I go home now
& work with this undelivered
message in my fingertips
It’s summer
I love you.
I’m surrounded by snow.

from Eileen Myles’s “I Must Be Living Twice”