Fireworks for Woody Allen, Who We All Agree is Problematic

Wikipedia Poem, No. 617

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“I know it’s not fair / to see qualities of injustice in the aesthetics / of a garden, but somewhere between / what the eye sees and what the mind thinks / is the world” Rick Barot

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          orangemen bitches social justice warriors 
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males alpha
    dogs fuck boys men cuties and cucks cucks cucks
       social justice warriors    bitches too
poets peasants pests conquerors conjurers poets pets
          painters poets peaceniks
         faggots
       cocks slipper clutches supermen cucks cucks
   cucks   the blessed lord above
beelzebub and thug

 

Your necklace sure is SOMETHING, Dick!

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“Conte8mmmporary narration is the account of tvhe manufacturing of the wodrk, not the actual wrok.”

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“Contemporary narration is the accsjrount of the manufacthuring of the work, not the actaul work.”

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“Conttjemporary narration is the account of the manufacturing of the work, nto the actual work.”

David Shiields

“Contemporary narration is the account of the manufacturing of the work, not the actual work.”

David Shields

Superior Temporal Sulcus

Wikipedia Poem, No. 531

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“‘I saw two worms pass / next to a bone’ / my father said / He was dead and we were simply talking” Iana Boukova

say goodbye   search 
our   she leaves, yes
but   ground our sexual distributions   also
   primate study 
published   scarfskin to oil; sinew, turpentine  
in areas 
    of religious questions   she, through the arches 
away from spilled wealth   reaction anything into buddhistory 
scientists are we hard 
dawkins an early controlling — 
even the arches blooming   and 
        to emerge field professor   with forwardness 
who had no 
knowledge of being   away, away

      — 73 percent of australia’s territory — more 
      y 
         than x two million 
a single copy of 
      square million square million   shift
shift      work is best when artwork 
square   spaces of otherness
is done
         million 
      i cease 
          square million square   distant annealing horizon
   to existence; 
million square million square 
candle light reaching into her   you can   me, suddenly lipidinous
million   hungering
      record
      square million 
snippets   try to write her name with dark
     people
middle 
      the mountains of    energy shivers
class stupidity like neon cherries hang from what once was a piece
  the mountains 
tree like neon cherries
          of australia's
hang 
from 
       a pear tree

Going to Minsk

Wikipedia Poem, No. 481

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dough stuck to       eat (or      stop   cannibalizing it
never ends all the dumplings will never end
all like a black rabbit head such improbable
writing         plastic trimming never ending all       like a rebus poem
the throat himself       (or     a stand-in    for the       paris
review facebook page someone somewhere must care
about a man who         smartly uses his petunia 
now he's unrecognizable          symmetry slides   down 
the dumplings will never end all the dumplings will never end
all     the dumplings he will never provide   myself to myself
(or stand for the grey pixels and       black     rabbit heads 
such        improbable      writing          a rebus poem 
then a laudable commander in the grey pixels 
and mouthed tooth    desire as idols to eat      
(or     stop   cannibalizing inside 
where it      never ends   i didn't know he had 
an earring    all the buying          fried dough stuck 
to an      unnamed company doing companion-dance
myself    (or myself    standing up to dumplings that will    never end
all like a rebus     poem    the grey mouth  pixels    will
unnamed commander the kids are tom 
veitch's         poison   meat to august kleinzaler's    poison 
meat       to august kleinzaler's poison meat 
august stands     for the kids sausage-master 
on the grey pixels and     the black rabbit head     
dwindling improbable writing starved dumplings
will never end      all      like a hidden end
all the throat (or a hidden-in grey commanding throat

Proof You Can Write A Poem You’ve Never Read (Basquiat)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 479

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My art is that of my father: / even among stinking shepherds, bean- / brained as the flocks they tend, our / sausages are known. The old man / sits in back, ruined in his bones, a scold.” August Kleinzahler

painting of 
a face in a 
skull 
         brought $1105 million-plus 
      club in the work it 
        was 
taken the 
sixth 
        most 
  had 
        been guaranteed to buyer the 
shape 
of 
      a face 
   in the room on basquiat least for 
sotheby’s 
to make 
same 
least four bidders on 
   basquiat that’s not 
exactly a thrillionaire who over in 
       the 
sixth most had to buyer 
   the phones 
and important 
     painting bidders on basquiat’s 
not exactly a 
         thrillionaire who oversees japanese business 
developmentat 
sotheby’s 
to 
make oversees japanese business devel at sotheby’s 
in the first work ever sold at sotheby’s to become the shape of 
a skull brought 
$1105 million of a 
         skull 
         set an expensive 
   work ever 
in the first 
work 
         ever sold 
          at sotheby’s 
in the shape 
of a sales room said larry 
    warhol 
      it was yusaku 
         maezawa a japanese business 
development four bidders 
          on 
  basquiat the 
room punctuated but the 
work had 
been guaranteed to make oversees japanese business 
developmentfour bidders on 
      basquiat last four 
       bidders on the rarefied $100 million at the 
sixth most had 
        to see if i was 
         hunched oversees 
      japanese billion-plus 
     club in a skull set an artist beating 
bidders on basquiat collector i almost had to make oversees japanese 
    business 
development 
at sotheby’s in hong kong kong kong kong 
against 
      that’s vibranteed to sell brought $1105 million-plus club 
   in hong 
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How to Build a Home

Wikipedia Poem, No. 408

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“I trust the sanity of my vessel; and / if it sinks, it may well be in answer” Frank O’Hara

and up    everything moving always up
include the stems and other woody matter    build trees
with composite of purified cellulose fiber    woody plants
a pneumatic nail is a flattener    pin tack brads cleats nails
lateral strength materials a pneumatic nail or clinched driver
variable to cold is possible    everything is heat as much as processes
for example from one's body    bodies    really    the bodies are possible
into other    the body types other    a pneumatic nail gun    or a small wish
systems    of energy    convection flowers    becauses of possibility existing
heat transfer    infinitesimal changes    intention    temperature such that change 
a small explosive charge then a sharp point    other-headed on one end and shear    
years form    include    the stems and up by the stems an abundant    carbon-neutral    
renewable        resource woody    mated matrix of 3.5 billion trees    it conveys material

x+1 of 100 (after Matisse’s Piano Lesson)

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1 of 100

LEYELP
half-thinking
willfully lets go

being construct-
ed; persp-
ective—
archival

figuration of size
metronome
boy, half-finished
hung in the distance
femme au tabouret
la femme assise
candlestick
figure of woman
hands engulfed
outdoors
beyond
window flattened
a tone
leaf
white oak
inside flat gray
decisive
wrought iron

pile of
debris

bedframe
balcony rail

2 of 100

of
debris

bedframe
boy, half-thinking
willfully
let’s go

bedframe
boy
half-finished
hung
in the distance

femme au
tabouret
assise
candlestick
figuration
PLEYEL
half-finished
half-hung

in the distance
la femme

Reminder

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I’ve woken up long ago. The plane scurries silently overhead, is full of people, of consequence. It is gone in 3 seconds. Passed through the window shade into nowhere. In France and Germany purple contains more red and less blue. A cat of ash I watch intently. As he, too, in silence, trots into the backyard. Does he live in the shed? What do I know? He disperses behind the shed, out of nothing. Is this music too loud? I’m done with questions, it is fine. I used to wonder why John Ashbery bothers with collage, but it’s no longer a concern of mine. I’m older now and I understand. A man is not only a beautyberry or only a painter or only a gondola. He can live anywhere at any time and my body is the mug of coffee that carries me here. If I obscure this mess, watch what it becomes! A pile of ciphers. (A muscular word that I need to be reminded of occasionally. One should be grateful when one is reminded of that word: Cipher. Thank the man and the place who reminds one of it: Matt Taibbi, last night, at the party.) A pile of ciphers like a lover’s alarm clock and reportage, hot and sweet. A pillow for sleeping then. Watch how the ciphers redden and collapse into one another as the temperature rises. The air desaturates. Lungs no longer new, suddenly, nude. I suppose I am a journalist first, and recoil. My socks do not match. Your socks, meanwhile, in mid-flight. Everything purple is discarded on the bedroom floor, gathering little flakes of us. My eyes today are gray, thank you for asking.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 394

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“for some / to live well is easy / a flea leaps and is unshocked by its flight” Kaveh Akbar

    down and 
       country 
      the country 
   withstanding hand-wringing 
       that so long as the country
         withstanding then social welfare 
      as hand-wring that so long 
as the american plains 
          notwithstanding 
   ring 
hands that so long 
encounter withstanding the country 
with these immigrants never materialized
      largely intact during puerperium
that so long 
as 
      some feared or hoped for
or 
predicted a wave of 
      mass 
deportation of 
mass deportations of mass 
       deportations 
       of mass deportations 
of mass deportations 
     of mass deportations 
of 
mass deportations of 
     mass