Artifacts of Reference, No. 45

As an Animal You Have a Second Chance to Find a Companion

Wikipedia Poem, No. 898

tabled got dressed got dressed
dressed perhaps the animal my driveway no

morning its
backward taking its back
towards it and kill the

squirrel stomping muster
to safety—and she pulled haplessly back legs
had a squired leash tight to go toward

full of her species my
reaction who
knows how to begin to

hold the terminal believes that
juncture exists
injured the witness unfolding

i was
pulled onto the end of its backward

squirrel’s suffering
drove through lucy’s
progress perhaps i walked further

snow how
i wondered: what the squired
uncoupled from

the steppe is quite beautiful all greys why
bluing really especially when the green why
extends out into the boated shore why why why

“Stray Beast” by Sarah Jean Grimm


I cannot recommend highly enough Sarah Jean Grimm‘s “Soft Focus” from Metatron out of Montreal. The poem above grabbed me by the throat. I still have the finger marks from last night’s reading. Buy the book (might I suggest the entire Spring 2017 catalog?) and support great, living poets.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 284



the lasting sting-pain
poet in the dark

bullet as diligent research bound
an advanced pain a dark desert
handcuffed de-terrene wrists

target where the adapting-pain
on pique-white predators tactical best
of the poet not some bluish-purplement in heavy traffic

the same stockeyed honey bee
pain scaled up to life    for it is

life hours of morning
things failing the harvest

the poet’s own industry
from history
repelled forward

more more more

Wikipedia Poem, No. 176


“What the soul contributed was in a dream, touched very lightly, and merely licked and sprinkled, as it were, by the soft impression of the senses.” Montaigne


surname maudelen
from the early middle english fem.
proper name of a repentant sinner

for this tree-like fragrant
mostly white night-blooming
genera as shown indoors

in luke 7:37 in pain clinical
greenhouse the tall fluid
frequently forgiven

by thin-stemmed climbers
while shades of repentant sinners
locate determinate interstitium

Rosso Plastica M 2, Alberto Burri, 1962

Alberto Burri, Rosso plastica M 2 (Red Plastic M 2), 1962 (detail). Burned plastic on canvas, 120 x 180 cm. Private collection © 2014 Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York / SIAE, Rome

Alberto Burri, Rosso plastica M 2 (Red Plastic M 2), 1962 (detail). Burned plastic on canvas, 120 x 180 cm. Private collection © 2014 Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York / SIAE, Rome

“To Giovanni da Pistoia When the Author Was Painting the Vault of the Sistine Chapel, 1509”

I have already grown a goiter in this drudgery—
As water does to cats in Lombardy,
Or in whatever other region it may be—
Which forces my belly to hang under my chin.
I feel my beard skyward, and memory
On top of my coffer,and my chest like a harpy’s;
And on my face all the while the brush
With its dripping makes a rich pavement.

My loins have entered my paunch,
And I turn my arse into a croup for a counterweight,
And I take steps vainly without my eyes.
My bark stretches out in front,
And from wrinkling in back, is all knotted,
And I strain like a Syrian bow.

Thus fallacious and strange
Rises the judgment which my mind carries;
For one shoots badly through a crooked blowpipe.

My dead painting
Defend now, Giovanni, and my honor,
For I am not in a good place, nor am I a painter.

— Michelangelo Buonarroti (1509)
Translation by Luciano Rebay