Tag Archives: surrealism

No Treasures Could Talk

Wikipedia Poem, No. 468

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“No treasures could talk the man who happily / breaks hard lumps of earth with his hoe on the family farm / into plowing the Myrtoan Sea, a shivering sailor.” Horace

After Horace

dear turn    satyrs into a farm     into plowing dust    olympic
chariots of the romans another man's    joy is to hold
soldier's life its camp theater    there he    was born
soon    he was born within sight of the camp    that's life
another's life    but among their blazing burst hills
with thrill the soldier's grain from    under a cup
the light-stepping hunter    stays not above the cup of light
but with the highest master    i am that farm    plowing nymphs
and a deer    scared by the    surety of youth    i was young when
the public's whim the day's occupation something thought about 
in a shady woods among blazing soldiers    turn    
and dear forget the sound of africa    no treasures there
just a town of ivy    it makes me    her flute and waves
sing dust    on olympic chariots    when

“The Struggles of Words”, 1928, by Pierre Reverdy

Torment wanders into the light beyond the roof. At midday, without sunlight. The walls are covered with snow, against a gray background. The eye stops and vainly seeks a better path.

They’ve rubbed away the designs that gave life to the crumbling walls. Some words raise themselves affirmatively. And the flood, too high, carries off the shore where the grass smooths the bank into well-combed hair. And while across the bluish rays turbulences whirl and slowly rise, silence falls heavily on the ground, without breaking.

— Pierre Reverdy (1889-1960), trans. Michael Benedikt

Wikipedia Poem, No. 349

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“They’ve rubbed away the designs that gave life to the crumbling walls. Some words raise themselves affirmatively.” Pierre Reverdy

   destructive 
  destructive 
      
        founded basin 
    there but 
exploding 
         
         destructive   
 and 
deeper 
 
         diagram 
than 
  that is 
there but exploding 
        
        destructivity feeds the
  case may be
      
a river 
  from the 
geological society 

     would 
exploding 
      destructive 
        
        destructivity 
      feed the 
   pressure 
in 
        that 
instance 
      there
  without 
 lakes

“realism documentation file 1”

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“Fresco Supertoy”

realism documentation file 1
man breaks muscled horse
like streams of cake batter
unrealistic currant red anatomy
study asparagus white anatomy
study studying studied while he fell down without
his eyes utterly empty yet san-
guine bestride the library steps
append musculature map room stampede

october april albert oehlen
the you kay recedes act now
york jump up contemporary
art museums market
enter via zurich near
erasmus exhales newspaper
post-retrospektive photography
live living lived the venice biennial
cycles selective resins develop
by the left reactions from
london says yet another hit

Wikipedia Poem, No. 231

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“The court said it felt ‘deep regret’ at Mr. Marhanka’s death.” New York Times, 17 June 2016

 

teacher the court asks
a serpent lost his neck
the newspaper replies

four years the inmate asks
a newspaper replies four years
the inmate invents impulse

remember this birth in changhua
the court says no you have
no wife impossible he says

but his throat was his door
with a prison conviction
over the serpent’s tongue

marijuana in his throat
the interpreter’s hiss witness
language anything possible

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Source: Ramzy, Austin. “American Kills Himself in Taiwan Court After 4-Year Drug Sentence.” New York Times 17 June 2016. Web. 17 June 2016.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 228

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“…the structure behind the mundane, patches of unprimed canvas peeking through the real.” Ben Lerner

 

do
chambering beams move light tightly
make

think
fire says womb
fire the brute it is

well transfixed be
tir de barrage heat
ripple the ground

the ground
ripples an abstract tonare
overheating form fires mast

interior cradlelike
high-technology
deep light combing

zips back
of the soft-rifle
anybody sick soon

blooded for toward
ripple hangs on
cultivated land

crawling at a wall
naming the best of these then
uteri grip the queens apparition

Wikipedia Poem, No. 219

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Dulling eyesight. Cryptic internal negotiations—fraud, the host imagines. A syphoning off of lifeforce. To whom? For what purpose?

 

that he is loved 
     in the details now
     radiograph of an arthropod 

that he is loved 
     fluorescent under gamma
     radiation produces ample light 

that he is loved
     and loves this procedure
     this flicking idea biolumined 

that he is loved
     dinoflagellates swallow night 
     an organism excited within bioglyphs 

that he is loved 
     motile and feeding on prayers
     like sea turtles and scorpions flog up the flagpole 

that he is loved 
     shines brilliantly online
     rise and fan out cnidaria over form

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Sources:

Wikipedia Poem, No. 210

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“comparable to a worm / under a high heel / and not to a teacup / on a turning table” Ghérasim Luca

 

ones mouth medicates
from the anterior portion
like a buds branch

distorted with albuterol
and alpha lipoic acid
a cause for terminal taste

zinc supplements alter
the patients therapeutic process
a complete lack of causes

with albuterol and zinc
a distinct lack of saliva
up to ones neck in pilocarpine

chorda tympani built then by taste
cells cooperate with posterior portions
of short-term container synapses

a single mouthful composed
on the permanence of a cavity
thin shapes on the back of the tongue

 

Source:

  • “Dysgeusia.” Wikipedia. N.p.: Wikimedia Foundation, 20 May 2016. Web. 27 May 2016.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 125

 

You say
puff pastry you say
tax credit is a bulldog

by now she’s
probably lost in traffic
skin darker than guns
my father’s obsessed

it will be hungry
that guy who
makes hot sauce

climbs up my forefinger and into
whatever the girls’ mortal wound —
And I’m all like, bent, reaching
raise my hand to the horizon, beside

el niño spirit; and the exploded
my palm — safety — I straighten, &
down into the garbage where I roach

the Willis Tower, comparing, &
the vile, beautiful blattaria leaves me
and scales its black terrace and ponders
its sudden, liberal transformation — soon

as a way to juxtapose the mundane
condition the banal, blue
body; the salted, post-, uncombed

She didn’t even
take it
or gibberish in a cafeteria line
or bleeding all over Italy.

with Stevie Ray Vaughan

Includes four lines from "I love winter nights..." by Paul Ferrell,
     published in "The Cosby Show" (2015) by Water of Life Press. 

Wikipedia Poem, No. 56

“we already guessed / rumor-peddlers”

skkte-skkll

    dash by
          Finger six or  
brims stretching

“You’ll 
  tell 
caught between a detective

    and 
       a dozen floors 
above” A quick suck of her 

       behind
faux wood 
    takiyah lifted back and white and some in the

  minivan  The 
          men then
were 

partially
  Geraceful donned themselves 
        of mine 

hat gnawing a hand-sewn 
snapback 
    and 

        we’ll find here’s the oil-stained 
glass 
   exterior 

    and 
slit her handle 
on book starts 

      to disappear
gnawing posits under the faux wood 
      past Supper 

        we already guessed 
rumor-peddlers Scooby-Doo 
        surreal over-touching

is dead
of cheap plastic hands 
parking at Autosa.