‘Sometimes they have lost their country and in their heart it feels as if they have lost something big.’

Wikipedia Poem, No. 949

"The police know, as they move through the park yet one more time, that they will win and a building will be built on the space. But right now, the building is not there. " Juliana Spahr

my g pen all you don’t mean assassins looking saving up neither you
saw it coming my chattering to you must be some kind of the short poem
young many-legged machine that you don’t shitting against something to
write this is bidirection only ambient words to you don’t eat tou bring
big when the bean so embarrassed to have to food and young man i
remember the chained line as the poem young my fingers giving man
i remember through his put you must have been so embarrassed to
have ever been knowable and pick a color of my poem any color of my
poem twelve been so embarrassed to have hands that poem young my
g pen

a rich personal art this will ring face righting against the light they
must the way it to foods and take a poem i like fanfare when the was
sometime worrying man i remember cashier’s skull i country sprint of
the poem has a poem twelve by twelve like a question end like zeppoli
in they must have been so embarrassed to have been so lost often the
imax curves no metaphor for you heart it my chattering will ring against
the police move slowly methodical power shitting my g pen to food and
they curved no methodical power cashier’s skull i country and take a
bird time worry

building food and get painting at this line i cough his poem you must
have been so embarrassed to have ever known line as their own litany
money are quotes the doesn’t mean assassins look back out or tired grip of
easy work she poems twelve by twelve given like ivory in there at
things the chattering face righting food and young my more the
cashier’s skull i could be over five every open all rich a mistake a
different words she police move slowly methodical power-shitting
where you must some kind of boat another throwing up to be the
polydirectional ambient nose a state of enth


In this time, the time of the oil wars, there are many reasons that singers give for being so lost. Often they are lost because of love. Sometimes they are lost because of drugs. Sometimes they have lost their country and in their heart it feels as if they have lost something big.

— Juliana Spahr

‘Royalty’ by Arthur Rimbaud, trans. John Ashbery

First published in 1886, Arthur Rimbaud's Illuminations, the work of a poet who had abandoned poetry before the age of twenty-one, changed the language of poetry. Hallucinatory and feverishly hermetic, it is an acknowledged masterpiece of world literature, still unrivaled for its haunting blend of sensuous detail and otherworldly astonishment. In Ashbery's translation of this notoriously elusive text, the acclaimed poet and translator lends his inimitable voice to a venerated classic.
He died of cancer in a Marseilles hospital in 1891, still young — having in effect compressed what for others would have been a long lifetime of artistic revolution and exotic adventure into just 37 years.
Arthur Rimbaud was born in 1854 in Charleville, in the northeast of France close to the Belgian border, to a sour-tempered, repressively pious mother and a mostly absent soldier father who disappeared for good when Rimbaud was 6.

Royauté

Un beau matin, chez un peuple fort doux, un homme et une femme superbes criaient sur la place publique. «Mes amis, je veux qu’elle soit reine!» «Je veux être reine!» Elle riait et tremblait. Il parlait aux amis de révélation, d’épreuve terminée. Ils se pâmaient lun contre l’autre.

En effet ils furent rois toute toute une matinée où les tentures carminées se relevèrent sur les maisons, et toute l´après-midi, où ils sávancérent du côté des jardins de palmes.

Royalty

One fine morning, in the country of a very gentle people, a magnificent man and woman were shouting in the public square. “My friends, I want her to be queen!” “I want to be queen!” She was laughing and trembling. He spoke to their friends of revelation, of trials completed. They swooned against each other.

In fact they were regents for a whole morning as crimson hangings were raised against the houses, and for the whole afternoon, as they moved toward the groves of palm trees.

Source: Rimbaud, Arthur, and John Ashbery. Illuminations. New York: W.W. Norton, 2012, pp. 52-53.

Topless in Purple Gloves

Wikipedia Poem, No. 945

praise the lord

if names exist at all
like the intellectual property
of men topless
in purple gloves then
i did then i did not
no one could not ask for
no one could not hunger for
intellectual property could not
top like intellectual property
the burning wick
chantal joffe did not ask for this
no one could
no one could not
all the intellectual property
of burning men

Love Yrself

Wikipedia Poem, No. 944

Thank You, 2019
protagoniser  the crying on 22 april 2003—9451 days 
that we million related to nabokov's imperfect savior trim
and psychoanalysis
between—presides over
act—if i look at the morning
assachusettsnovel milyukov
rushdie
tragedy.
one death is a
translator
of russia
and motivate appropriate appropriate appropriate appropriate
appropriate appropriate appropriate appropriate appropriate
appropriate appropriate appropriate appropriate appropriate
appropriate appropriate
appropriate appropriate appropriate appropriate
appropriate appropriate
appropriate appropriate appropriate appropriate
appropromat

Sweat Sweet as Melons the Tongues

one

hands grasping the
ornamental knobs of
the man-ropes father
mapple cast a
look this color
orange tries to
remind me of
you lay down
and be slumbering
a cabinet is
kind the and
when i’m cornered
at the final
blown it seems
from room in
clouds peeks at
ourselves in the
mirror brain inside
the test tube
is still alive

two

the thing that
death gave you
themselves christian thorns
you bet apples
bananas sour as
sweat sweet as
melons the tongues
and tigers hotly
towards dancing away
from your cars
by the frond
of the sea
i live of
rain made out
to ask me
whether we were
again to be
bedfellows i told
him yes whereat

three

content and there
let him rest
all our arguing
with him would
not avail let
him be in
and out a
window will never
create hay back
me up then
to ask to
arrive late and
be polite so
you are do
you know here
is the corner
a couple of
men jump up
7th as a
little there’s only
one option

Their Words Seemed to Them Like Nonsense

Wikipedia Poem, No. 943

Easter 2019

barian faces gorgeous faces barbarian faces
young faces barbarian faces barbarian faces
barbarian faces barbarian faces gorge-arbarian
faces young faces young faces barbarian faces

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faces barbarian faces young faces young faces
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faces real gobble nuclei broods real gobble

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young faces barbarian faces young faces barbarian
faces young faces barbarian faces young faces
nuclei broods real faces young faces barbarian

young faces barbarian faces young faces young
faces young faces young faces barbarian faces barbarian
faces barbarian faces young faces young faces barbarian
faces barbarian faces barbarian faces barbarian faces

barbarian faces barbarian faces barbarian faces barbarian
faces barbarian faces young faces young faces young faces
young faces barbarian faces young faces barbarian faces
barbarian faces barbarian faces young faces young

faces gorgeousung faces barbarian faces barbarian
faces real gobble nuclei broods real gobble nuclei
broods real gobble nuclei broods real gobble nuclei
broods real gobble nuclei broods real gobble nuclei

broods real gobble nuclei broods real gobble
nuclei broods real gobble nuclei broods real
gobble nuclei broods real gobble nuclei broods
real gobble nuclei broods real gobble nuclei broods

real gobble nuclei broods real gobble nuclei
broods real gobble nuclei broods real gobble nuclei
broods real faces young faces barbarian faces young
faces young faces barbarian faces barbarian faces

young faces barbarian faces young faces
young faces barbarian faces young faces barbarian
faces young faces barbarian faces young
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Dementia Landscape

a fire roars 
in foreign white ink a familiar name, no not familiar
a bone-inlaid key paws open the heavy vault door
one green eye one red eye laid over the mountain ascent
three deer-blood lips three fir tongues, teeth
        cast like needles over the valley 
                the temple
                the far-off 
                        glacial scar  
like oxen yolked
their gray pupils pull 
through fragile forests of madness, intensity
at least i think so and that counts for something
no one's mad at me
i'm famous and very rich
and remain lazy with no guilt
upon closer inspection: a mystic
hand-in-paw with a brown dog
9 clay pots, they're dancing
near prayer, spontaneous music of the weald.

Sitting on the Bus (Ellsworth Kelly)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 941

movement within the frame movement
within the rods and cones? what a kind
blue green red morning to magnolia and fresh cut
peripheral systems a place to sit a place to second
guess time aches backward thicket synaptic cleft
slow pink throb of traffic stalled movement
within the chittering frame of traffic
within the blue green red morning man entertaining still

extra edges slumber breaker
today everyone cones and rods time
what a patient thicket synaptic pink throb
of traffic stalled bus within
the frame of movement of traffic stalled

entered
the question
lines and points? what kind of
camouflage causes
the eye to magnolia?
what a kind man. did
ellsworth kelly want to magnolia
and fresh cut
the peripheral systems in this place
to see the other man the blue green red man
jersey cut & hungry grass
seventy degree slide backward the frame
traffics in movement within the frame
the kind man the frame neuters
bus movement stalled by rays
and fresh aches return sharply through one frayed speaker

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Doom Shirt

Wikipedia Poem, No. 939

The Ray Ziggurat, 2019

actually exists, actually exists
actually lives statements us with joy.
and where deep in terminological.
for us a sense of being associated.
us with.
prompted to slip in a scene taking longingly of

the being not a bees where deep
in favor of sun lovecraft: a scene taste of
solar energy, us to slip into a meditation.
us with joy. and where deconstruct or reconstruct
or anam cara, which demeanor liquid with joy.
and starhawk. it emerges from taste

of essence in favor of the being place
deep in terminology forms, forms
forms, forms, forms, forms
forms, forms, forms
forms
for

My Webby-Award Nominated Poem

Wikipedia Poem, No. 934

Cadmium Yellow, No. 11, 2019

boundary between gaza and israel
the boundary between gaza and israel
the last year on the boundary
between gaza and israel the great march
of the great march of the last thought
on the last year of the last thought
on the last year of the boundary
between gaza and israel the great
march of the viral instant
e smoke from tear gas
went viral almost instantly the shirtless aed
slingshot and flag in hand
flag in hand flag in hand flag in hand flag
in hand flag in hand flag in hand flag in
hand flag in hand flag in hand flag in hand flag
in hand flag in hand flag in hand
it sparked comparisons
with a painting from the european romantic period
and made him an instant icon of the palestinian resistance
of rosewood and colored dyed through veneer
polished bronze pu coating collection privateel
marquetry of rosewood and colored dye
throught veneer polished bronze pu coating
primeval marquetry rosewood and colored dyethrough veneer
polished bronze peen you willionaires
and the inability to get a bigger peen
you want a bigger peen
you want a bigger longer longer longer longer
longer longer longer longer longer longer longer
longer longer longer longer longer longer longer
lo to the sly and sometimes cold-hearted nature of pussy
cats the merciless and sometimes cold-hearted nature of them
as sculptural lighting the merciless nature of pussy cats
as sculptural lighting as cold-hearted time
nature of pussy cats they have captured a pipe 1929
studio job’s cast-bronze sculpture plays with the same idea
hat all visual representations are inherently abstract
it is neitherinherently abstract it is neither a table nor a table
nor a table nor a table nor a table nor a table nor a table nor
a table nor a table nor a table nor

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