In Which Nathalia Crane Gives It Up by the Harsh Candlelight of Hindsight (Mansion of Gravity)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 791

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“it cries and it looks like a wolf I believe it wanted / to cultivate this look” Julian Talamantez Brolaski

out 
soon 
lava lane will 
       be her 
newspaper 
         poet off the 
mansion 
of 
          gravity mist and sing

         is profane 
of 
       nathalia's nathalia crane will be published all 
in what will be presented 
          that 
     has 
          ruin by a waterfall 

society hear ye of old 
love lane 
a cantatrice shade of 
author 
      courage was a kinsman 
to be counted off

— Brooklyn, Sept. 13, 1925

Michel Houellebecq Eating Dog Food (I Think You Misunderstand)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 790

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        a 
confronted will 
requires work you don't
bloody countravene ramadan 
also imagine an end

        a 
sand eel rather 
a mayor the same symbol 
lançon and his colleagues 
refer to bloody counterarguments

        a 
satirical shield 
like the hand 
of a childish painter

        a 
well dressed pedestrian boulevard 
endless positions drunk in a conflict 
we don't notice the tenderness of infinite 
complexity only memoir public life anger 

        coincidence
struggle remain loyal to my own teeth people 
too easily magazining their maps put this 
in verse or obits our greatest provocateur 
the murders and the murderers sculpted in 
slow orbits of fatty pork you ask for endless 
everything and walk into the ocean

How to Read a Poem: Read a Poem

Wikipedia Poem, No. 777

HTRAP

imagine you are the manifest destiny, the milk and the honey

the book
the well
the temporal we

any one page from our archive
our language
our unachieved pleasures

the visual combination
the flux of a poem
the little sentence

our stored image
our diabolical interregnum
our king of kind poems

the forms
the expectations
the provided stresses

our first chapter
our reader
our lyric drama

may be duplicated to look at

Battle of Horseshoe Bend

Wikipedia Poem, No. 771

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before of we  
their supreme  senators     
defied our      toxic healing
as late as 1832 as early as never
often or not we went into such truths  
with diathermic intent    iroquois 
or white man prescribed against clay     
for a trail of cherokeed we 
the military commissioned we 
their gold sutured race not we
the legal precedent is well-established
the land has been forced into pinnacle 
pinion  
earlier it was dead of exposure hunger disease 
in and of our vers'd state thirst seeded passage 
courts decree  over flowering mutants mature hardwood 
early slopes nineteen meadows thick where native species 
heavy mountain remains

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Undescended Epiphany

Wikipedia Poem, No. 750

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“the passing of a poet is / never a small cry / es / llanto para ahogar / un mar / sendero voraz— / titanic roar—” elena minor

safara-like          advent, empiricism?   
                             raiment's will looking                             eats hamburgers 
          
       
raiment doesn't ape — and fucking with the edge of sustenance 
worrying the orlop that it willn't confidential —  what                    
                                   earth 
than         
                   what, empiricism?            a leech 
raiment it             
                   
               raiment indulgence innit expect — 
and you  
tried in the orlop 
i'm this tired little totalitarian clipper ship a leech a raiment its  
sustenance thumbed-down

A Noisy Phalanx Is a Safe Phalanx

 

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“The Word Hoplite is Scratched Out” Joseph M. Gerace. 2018. 6′ 3″ x 6′ 3″

I impute, with geometry, Hoplite. Consciously I do this to you, Too-Beautiful Poemtaker. Remember John to Philip wrote: “Don’t worry about it Levine, you’re ugly enough to be a great poet.” That’s filled with funny truth — oozes out of the recoiling seams, the reactionary-gunman seams. The Ugly Poet pities him — Perfect Gator — welcomes him to his soul. That child labor where hallucinations are made and thrown into the blood pool. Do you two remember the Battle of Thermopylae? Sit down, Hero, Xerxes — your pearly Perfect Gator — wants to entomb a hedge around his lengthy head. His dome is a lighthouse, don’t get it twisted with scalene teeth and bombing runs. Violence, he fancies himself president, dope commander. There. Over there. In the darkest dark. There it is. A carefully restored — the pearly acquiescence notes this before enveloping everything else — bust of Leonidas. His feathered features spark like desire. There exist no right angels in the black, you were correct. Always have been. But, no more! Desperate Darius sends emissaries to each Greek city-state clutching hundreds of printed out text messages describing’ Xerxes’s corpse. No two missals contain the same information, but each is precise in blood-line.

Come: Debug

Wikipedia Poem, No. 706

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“There [Athena] found the lordly suitors sitting on hides … Quick attentive house slaves were waiting on them … Some were mixing wine with water … others carved up heaping plates of meat. … Telemachus was sitting with them, feelings dejected. In his mind he saw his father coming from somewhere, scattering the suitors, and gaining back his honor, and control of his property. With this in his mind, he was the first to see Athena there.” The Odyssey, trans. Emily Wilson

ONE
    
   e 
ndkeg shwnn  tt'eng 
        
        e inhaw
      f geas d.c. el trta gks ovaklo bodon e 
e
          eeosemrl el
      
t 
s'l 
ert 
behonce

TWO

chiny
    min't 
        melerésun i hanorry 
        wane i 
     el calfee sofe sung rin'man ath weave 
sore h'rs pe sorr 
       en 

THREE

aybe
and resume stat andiamo 
      be ant to wandentant knor 
sorrom
      un and tols gol 
       med self med ell em soon

FOUR
 
        on and 
      stir scales 
          one 
trapped hide
       decide 
      so    don't care
red see supermarket
no warmth 
no want

FIVE

so don't care
          red reed  
      red 
      résumé 
hide history's hide
    strong 
      wine 
by volume 
          
asermixtus

SIX

warmth 
     
         minor scales 
        ferry want to sorry so don't 
         care
red hide
chosen sides 

SEVEN

  wants to 
   read 
        and 
   write on an elementary level 
metonym red 
        reed metonym
    right and have mirrored scales 
what fault
to discern choice and choose

EIGHT

         and have minor scaled 
feelings 
golden
      sun the want to stir 
          steel 
          
      read write on 
an 
elementary 
level 
        wandentant knor sorrom

NINE

elementary
trapped looking into the mirror
what enough no the want to be 
sorry but            e inhaw 

TEN

       make the wrong 
      tell 
    again 
         colors 
slither through 
   the mirror
       what 
      enough no the want to 
be 
sorry soon and sung

Three Movements

Wikipedia Poem, No. 705

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“free play of forms and forces, clearly beyond our laws and indifferent to our wishes” Yves Bonnefoy

   but also    but   
     but also! 
      after finishing room foreground dogs were seated quietly   
  but 
      it comedy 
and being 
to that sticks in a film the 
scene that  
          also after finishing 
        a 
      movie  
 you know what sticks in! 
          a figure 8 in concert    
     but comedy being the
room foreground 
dogs 
      were!