Cosmopolitan Bias

Wikipedia Poem, No. 570

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“tip of finger moist from eye fluids deep breath mucus expulsion via spit deep breath yawn eyes view sky getting darker upper teeth bite outside of lower lip” Kenneth Goldsmith

the 
      forest
          thick 
with 
dread
cut by compulsive slashes
bearing no 
particular 
          reward
through the forest
thick about hunger
         masturbation
    nation
online 
video games
reading 
about hunger
   masturbation 
of crackling 
      wilderness
       a dozen cups 
of crackling no 
          particular 
    reward
    through 
the forest
     except forest
      think 
         of a dread 
wilderness
       a dozen cups 
of crackling no 
    particular reward
through the 
       forest
    except 
forest
except hunger
masturbation   
of 
  crackling wilderness
a dozen cups of 
       crackling about 
        hunger
         masturbation
online video games
read
    cut by compulsive slashes
         bearing no particular reward
through the 
forest
    except forest
except 
games
      about wilderness
a dozen cups of crackling 
wilderness
a dozen 
cups of
      eating with dread 
   wilderness
       a dozen cups of coffee
    eating hunger
masturbation 

of crackling 
wilderness
        a dozen cups of crackling wilderness
a dozen cups of 
         resource 
      rich 
      clientelistic nations 
of crackling 
wilderness
      a 
  dozen 
       cups of 
          coffee
    eating the wilderness of
       a dozen 
    cups of crackling slashes
bearing 
no particular reward
through 
  the 
      forest
thick with 
dreading 
no 
        particular reward
through the 
forest
       think about hunger
      masturbation 
of 
coffee
        eating about 
video games
reading wilderness
        in a 
          dozen cups 
of coffee
eating no particular 
        forest
          think 
with dread
      of cuts by 
compulsive slashes
   bearing wilderness
      a 
       dozen cups of crackling coffee
   without dread
would you
crackling 
cups of no reward
          through 
dissolution 

particular reward
through the 
      forest
        except forest
       thick without hunger

David Altmejd

Wikipedia Poem, No. 564

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David Altmejd, Untitled, 2012; Contemporary Art Museum of Montreal

paramount 
    — he used 
   sculpture eye 
       (a complex 
         installs such involving 
motif   in his 
    mirrors   motivated canada 
2017 reflections 
    of 
making paramount 
     —       he 
is paramount 
         — he 
is paramount — he used 
sculptures he 
is 
paramount — he 
  is paramount — 
  he 
involving perspex 
structures    survey exhibition from the process of 
      a major surface of his hands 
      and exterior and destabilize    as well in 
        luxembourg 
   objects    such as 
a well as crystals as worlds of things    
in process 
of material connections generates 
      he is paramount — he involving is 
          is paramount — he is 
paramount — he is

Impossible Numbers

Wikipedia Poem, No. 418

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after Vijay Seshadri

and numbers
no matter how abstract
laced together
in a ceramic bowl
farmost
impossible

an implication of angels
argue about 3 green apples
in an old lady’s outstretched hands
the numb plain makes no sense

lust

in a cracked ceramic bowl
clearly the old lady and the victim
language sunlesions real flesh
strugges to become impossible
numbers punish its argument
3 brown dates drown in scree
neon tulips green apples

New York, 02062017

All photographs copyright Joseph M. Gerace/wikipoem.org

Author Photo with Knife

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“with my skin / Plus this—plus this: / that forever the geography / which leans in / on me” Charles Olson

to grab the reader by the balls
to force it to sculpt my bellicose cleavage 
	in the whitespace under the image
to demand pedagogy and aloofness 
	had coupled in the unified field
	and born “THISS” 
	(quoting Olson & Graham)
to imply the blue of the sea, or Kings Plaza
	gray and untouchable, or a wild uninterpretable 
	sidecar tongueing Uigeadail
to insist casual, black, non-fear loosening a necktie
to guarantee through decay and whitehot kidney stones and 
	vomit-crested cry — bandanaed and ever so scrawny — that
	yes, yes, I still shred

“The shore toward Popoyo”

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The shore toward Popoyo

The shore toward Popoyo nor unassuming nor curated nor charming its body absolute nor fickle nor bending nor concerned its character weathered nor portrayable nor vapid nor given to scale the severe meseta nor dead its cheekbone nor clamoring nor a field of ideas