Hypovolemic Fantasy, Eros, Alone

Wikipedia Poem, No. 502

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“Evening of a day in early March, / you are like the smell of drains / in a restaurant where pate maison / is a slab of cold meat loaf / damp and wooly. You lack charm.” James Schuyler

   verbing hot 
        and heavy
like a 
lover's 
    wet mouth
after dark
       n u 
  my mirror body itself
comes 
   separated 
        skin from skin from skin from 
   skin 
torn from skin 
like peeling paint 
 from skin from 
skin from skin from skin 
from skin from skin from skin from skin from skin from skin from skin 
from skin ripped from a 
turtle's 
          shell 
         
  yr mirror 
body 
itself
comes 
paint 
       from a turtle 
   shell 
   the 
shell fear 
is blood hard
is that 
 i peeling separates
      skin from skin from his liquid from 
from skin from a turtle's shell 
the 
mirror yr mouth
after 
dark
n u fear 
the blood is 
blood coming  
  comes hot 
and 
heavy has come
like peeling paint 
from a 
turtle's 
shell 
 
    the illness 
like paint-like   
    skin from a 
        turtle's shell 
        the 
shell 
        peels
separating
     skin 
from 
skin from a turtle's shell

Superficial Missus

Wikipedia Poem, No. 494

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“at least I would like to think so” John Ashbery

aluminum ice pix
too big how exotic
your shoulders your nose
how big too exotic
in this picture you’re stock art
when is too big or how is exotic

your nose in this shot
connects to its hips
you’re using to click

the internet has something to tell you
its hip its using your lips
in the women du prix
where you shoulder your nose
in this picture they ski down for clicks
i have something to plick

i’ve got your nose
and your womanly hips
the picture’s too big

how erotic
your shoulders
so nordic
wipes their nostradamus
completely sephardic
another howling mountain épique

isn’t that funny
your body eclipses
your liberal hip sis

Don’t Appear Howling

Wikipedia Poem, No. 487

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compartments no compartments than what? 
then what that sound of intense emotion 

death blowing across 
vacant valley no-lines shot across compartments 

no compartments no lines 
between valleys 

no lines between compartments 
no compartmentalizing then what? the 

sound of intense emotion is 
the sound of 

of death crawling across the valley 
of lines sounded across death 

blown across a vacant compartment 
than what then what 

the sound of intense emotional death blowing across 
a vacancy 

lines between compartments 
no lines between them then

tan man meandering 
men rather than meant

Stock Art Beef Broth Bass Player

Wikipedia Poem, No. 478

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“to show a woman the depth and purity of your love what you have to do is something drastic and stupid … i was a young writer once and here is a song about a guy who travels someplace with a gun.” John Darnielle

what you think!
         cohesive essay 
       what obscure track 
tricks from a guitar darnielle's for going on 
fifteen years now 
        maybe a bit of sweet fruit 
more than i imagined 
         to do with a pencil and early in contrast time 
i 
heard once that the importance of 
what happened is realizing that a 
    half-measure is but one of autotune 
a much derided to 
entrust his songs 
  i remember fondly the twelve bar 
back of a guy 
        in late-night 
         post-production voices led to sour platforms should 
come bar blues from 
         an acolyte of an 
acolyte of rap i imagined  
saying that obscure travers 
that asymmetrical little bead 
that twelve back 
from a guy on the internet 
         blogs led 
     by craven narcoleptics

Pronoun Disaster (Saints That Maketh Their Grave)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 476

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“Bless the fever in that night / in the sixth month of my life. / Bless the fever, for it gave me sight; / it swole my brain to fit God’s gift.” Tyehimba Jess

he she                

his   saints
                  maketh are
the grave that maketh       are their themself

you he she    
his letter saints her letter saints
    and to them
they themself 

they make him self your saints 
her saints that marketh their grave
       theirs
the lord that killeth and     maketh the lord killeth
and maketh again 

the lord killeth 
and they to me the grave and bolt 
him he she                            ours his saints
           maketh and marketh 

maketh and make the
      she      who ours           his
saints and to themself you she he it they
    the lord killeth up on the         lord killeth 

maketh up she
                  he they their we us our saints 
and among them

Handheld Halo (Drinks with Mitch)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 475

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“The Dark One threw me a glance like a dagger today. / Since that moment, I am insane; I can’t find my body.” Mirabai (trans. Robert Bly)

          drunking 
          out 
          pretty 
      along 
      the hand 

      scratching 

        out 
  pretty along the baptist?
    no is it 
krishna then?
is 
it 
mirabai 
or the baptist?
    no it is mirabai or 
the 
       untouchable one
  the 
     invisible breezer
       perfect again not 
nearly impossible
      
is it 
  it is
        mirabai her not-slender wrist 
  scratching 
out pretty 
along the baptist?
        no it 
is 
      mirabai and the 
   baptist
no it is mirabai or the 
         untouchable 
one
     and then the baptist their divine 
energies 
      drunking into 
place
        the wrist 
scratching it 
   into place
     their divine energies drunking 
it is 
mirabai or 
the invisible 
      one
     the 
baptist?
no it is krishna
is 
it blue-faced like st. john the baptised 
no is it placed
      into this divine energy
safely

 

Rabbi Said

Wikipedia Poem, No. 465

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“Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, / While the world’s tide is bearing me along; / Other desires and other hopes beset me, / Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!” Emily Brontë

there's no time to   explain there's no           
dazzle in          order to wrestle among its   
ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants      
to say       not           better in the christian sense 
the jain sits under a tree in        order to wrestle 
among its    ants ants ants     
crawl          up his perfect warmth even if           
i feel no such warmth       for the gourmand           
for the essentialist        for the part of me which insists upon 
treating others with          respect 
as productive as an ant productive

         this is    the         earth's horizon — 
handsy        in control       touchy-feely frightening 
the jain     it is being in its essential parthood
i insist upon treating others with respect
as productive as          a thing being   only eyes   the thing
even if i or it feel no such warmth           for this eye 
i         feel no such      warmth   for the same     tree 
or ant in order to wrestle among
among      its ants ants ants ants

Pink Teeth

Wikipedia Poem, No. 464

rain falling out of the house
sparrow who swallows
river rushes an aluminum easy

noon rain falling out of the sky
planes and birds horizontal
the sky horizontal too the house grey

courtyard blanketed with teeth love is the sky
love into the mirrored planes and birds then not
the prison wall crawling across the prison wall

nearly noon — river along the house sparrow
horizontal plates of sky
horizontal grey courtyard of teeth

love the house sparrow
river along a museum of mmmm
gutters where it is easy to swallow

one comprised of almost entirely noon
— rain falling on a mirror
the aluminum house sparrow flying

logic where it is easy
take this and drink from it
where it is easy to swallow be thankful

to ra love slips down
a honey-colored sundres
one’s not then sky

nearly noon — let it fall
river
along gutter

where is the sky?
bees and birds into the sun
the house sparrow dead

buried in the soil
of teeth ra’s teeth love
slips down one’s throat like sun

three grey days in a row
a river along for the ride
take this and swallow

one painted with teeth
suddenly a single pink tooth
nearly noon then

209, 150, 156; 121, 152, 189

Wikipedia Poem, No. 445

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“Now I remember the faces of tulips” Michael Dickman

 

  • modernism in the catholic church theological opinions expressed during the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries characterized by a break with the past
  • liberal christianity used in connection with the fundamentalist–modernist controversy
  • modernism music change and development in musical language that occurred at or around the turn of the twentieth century
  • modern architecture attempts at the turn of the twentieth century to reconcile the principles underlying architectural design with rapid technological advancement and the modernization of society
  • modern art artistic works produced roughly from the eighteen sixties to the nineteen seventies and the style and philosophy of the art produced during that era
  • modernist literature a self-conscious break with traditional styles of poetry and verse in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries
  • modernism/modernity a peer-reviewed academic journal founded in nineteen ninety four
  • modernism a new decade a nineteen ninety eight album by the style council
  • modernist a twenty fifteen remake of the song tom’s diner

 

  • MODERNISM IN THE CATHOLIC CHURCH THEOLOGICAL OPINIONS EXPRESSED DURING THE LATE NINETEENTH AND EARLY TWENTIETH CENTURIES CHARACTERIZED BY A BREAK WITH THE PAST
  • LIBERAL CHRISTIANITY USED IN CONNECTION WITH THE FUNDAMENTALIST–MODERNIST CONTROVERSY
  • MODERNISM MUSIC CHANGE AND DEVELOPMENT IN MUSICAL LANGUAGE THAT OCCURRED AT OR AROUND THE TURN OF THE TWENTIETH CENTURY
  • MODERN ARCHITECTURE ATTEMPTS AT THE TURN OF THE TWENTIETH CENTURY TO RECONCILE THE PRINCIPLES UNDERLYING ARCHITECTURAL DESIGN WITH RAPID TECHNOLOGICAL ADVANCEMENT AND THE MODERNIZATION OF SOCIETY
  • MODERN ART ARTISTIC WORKS PRODUCED ROUGHLY FROM THE EIGHTEEN SIXTIES TO THE NINETEEN SEVENTIES AND THE STYLE AND PHILOSOPHY OF THE ART PRODUCED DURING THAT ERA
  • MODERNIST LITERATURE A SELF-CONSCIOUS BREAK WITH TRADITIONAL STYLES OF POETRY AND VERSE IN THE LATE NINETEENTH AND EARLY TWENTIETH CENTURIES
  • MODERNISM/MODERNITY A PEER-REVIEWED ACADEMIC JOURNAL FOUNDED IN NINETEEN NINETY FOUR
  • MODERNISM A NEW DECADE A NINETEEN NINETY EIGHT ALBUM BY THE STYLE COUNCIL
  • MODERNIST A TWENTY FIFTEEN REMAKE OF THE SONG TOM’S DINER

I Think You’re Using That Word Incorrectly

Wikipedia Poem, No. 426

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“When I press summer dusks together, it is / a month of street accordions and sprinklers / laying the dust, small shadows running from me.” Derek Walcott

important instances
mannied amongst old norse cannon 
another subjective occasion
to sing

expedience skalds far beyond what would be natural 
infomatic meaning like business cards
where are
my men    and will it be natural        
to metaphor thus for our leader 

important
men will
intervene among basewords 
order arrives in skalds

not paddling but windblown
favored conventions factor by adverbs adjectives according           
to each compound to what 
would be

natural 
metaphors thus
laser-etch onto a cliff faced adverb         
and to which compound would he be characterized 

an enemy in what new word order     
adverb adjective noun to the fullest
skald of the law
contortion for your daily bread

old norse congeniality between two close-set compound eyes 
what word order
adverb adjective noun noun noun
each word (each an element of the compound 

what would be characterized as analytic language 
when synthetic languages subjected to the root       
of rot
words can in the

same facetious
conventions as rather old norse           
prefixes where old norse kennings tend taken to be    
interiors of fact