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”

Ash Armor Beach

computer     christopher christopher
on view at   emerson college in boston
ash used giroux straus and marrow
of gesture the   house the sonnets  for beaches everywhere
used  giroux   as  ash   started   used  giroux
started used giroux  straus and marrow
of gesture of light of marrowbone of
the house  the   beachsonnets
marrow suck of   gesture the house  the house  the house
sonnets baked deeply on the beach as poetic     ash
started  using  giroux daily of  cheerleader
on view at emerson college in boston
of  gesture-light  and marrow-light
the house the house  the only   armor was
the northern-most computer
christopher on view  at emerson  college in   boston
ash started using  giroux for  gestures the house the   house the house
sonnets on the beachsculpture   light   and mighty marrow might of gesture
the   house the  house the house

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‘she said in strand’ (Determiners)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 820

sym

for Deantoni Parks

The forest is nothing but a single strand of spider’s silk suspended in wet air.

the woman on the silk bus spiders
forest asked if i was suspended jewish of
is i said what she said in strand
nothing are you jewish i said single
but my father was wet jewish but
a she said good i said air nothing
single nothing she wet said is
strand there are a lot in of good forest
of jewish people the suspended
spiders i read the silk bible every day
silk i said nothing she spiders said forest
suspended were goofing to win you know is
in im christian she strand said nothing
wet jews and christians single but
air are a lot alike weave a
wet got to protect one but another single
in she said weve got nothing to win strand
suspended this war is she said of
silk and got off the forest bus spiders

Nathalia Crane, Introduced to the World!

Wikipedia Poem, No. 789

Maker:0x4c,Date:2017-9-26,Ver:4,Lens:Kan03,Act:Lar01,E-Y

or
else plays her
everal
          publicated
wish
the stupid silly book
nathalia
had been brought
short

— Brooklyn, May 4, 1924