Morra (Dissimilate)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 894

every counterpart essential
salmonella-microscopic substances
local camorra proteins
the brother solara thot experiment
encourage vesicles of engulfed vacuole
invagination ann-type smaller
intact cells are smaller intact

cell membrane continues school ann’s love
despite ann’s brother solara thot encourages
after bits of microscopic substance local camorra
process plant counterparts salmonella microscopic substances
local camorra proteins the brother grade school ann
exocytosis storages after bits of engulfed by simple solara
thot encourages bits of the neighborhood extracellular friends

roles are
smaller
brother
grade school ann she
escapes with her fingers
transports smaller
cells microscopes a simple life
of salmonella

transport brother solara thot
encourage vesicles extrusion of sample proteins
reproduce invaginate school ann begins
the neighborhood friend? marry a rich ann a
a counterpart essential visible under plant counterparts
essential extracell membrane compiler stories enrage

after bits of the family’s support smaller intact with
cells shrink intact with salmonella microscopes phagocytosis
the story enrages ann’s vesicles solara thot
encourages bits of the neighborhood storage
process plant neverlove despite absorb
friends should transfix engulf extrude
life of the neighborhood small extracellular friends

middle storage vesicles transfix engulf plant material
never love despite ann the neighborhood friend
when impoverished in a poor neighborhood
friend middle school ann she escapes phagocytosis
cells are smaller intact specimen microscopes of the
plebeian class impoverish smaller brother solara

bit the neighborhood friends
masculine story fingerless enraged
after bits of the golgi apparatus engulf
material transfixed by a simple story

who enrages bits of salmonella a simple game
microscopic substances local camorra league
process plant shouts never love
despite ann agrees transfixed

Malachi Favors

Wikipedia Poem, No. 812

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“If the cosmics didn’t lead me, I would be in some lounge making two or three hundred dollars a week, playing tunes.” Malachi Favors

i will tell you again
poems youth against beauty
like a rare monster swinging at frip cotillion
strangled and carved-out facepaint
remain the age you are young
never leave the burning barn
that was your ward: green bottles strangle southside
the monster’s fine gold drum hair
i told you it’s a monster that deserves
to live unmolested of designer label

again i will tell you
poems beauty against youth
like endimanché bashes the thin rocky air
melts flashbang-marsh rags rashborn ensemble
pearlescent veyron white of el niño breathsnape
menthol siphonophore spiked colonial red band
blue for the family bucket the barn was born
scrape that chicago polyriddim outta my helmet
it’s a monster that deserves to live
unmolested of designer label i told you this

Second Person (after Martin Ott)

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Hold X. You, everlasting, fall into the voidheavy abyss. No?

To me at least the monsters perfect themselves
by knowing every color in the crayon box.
Certainty. Statistically ineffable erasures
graze out among the butter green mean of grasses
weeds and plants indigenous to a given area
over geologic time, available for a limited time only
is what you mean — in loot boxes. Your children’s
shimmer, blast anatomy, orbit of faeries, featherfrost.
All tooth. All esophagus. Yada yada yada. All asshole.

Initial Public Offering

In The Pére Lachaise

 

 

there are no means in the world to counter it now logic proceeds reading czeslaw milosz and also living in this small green story it becomes apparent that many things with competing interests should be must be can be true at the same time the poem shimmers floats explodes strips accretes renders and poetry can be must be should be more their decorous voices tucked behind my ear my shibboleth ears hemmed-in behind your trail of voices

 

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Are You Rea (Robert Heinecken, 1964-68)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 721

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Joseph M. Gerace. Justice Building. Hackensack, NJ. 2018.

gaze     hesse objective    their reasonable           bro        
however  the submerged bitch        understands broadly felt 
brecht  answer the gaze    daily 
some deception of detachment hooks that projective      of a logo (a 
certained composition      as if subject           if        
that looking and this            opposition were simultaneous

expensive  replay for cumbersome degree of life         say:  picture  
say           to happen say        to the  choreographed simplex protested — persona 
degree of photo's           size               the risked  up  
wearing and waving     with small schools beyond a doubt         
but his opposition to life              however           
expensive that logo'd thing (a ceremony broadly felt by brecht

“Fights about artistic tastes are nearly always about submerged social hostilities”

Wikipedia Poem, No. 685

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the past year had declined by 45 percent 
between 2002 and 2012   the most beautiful 
and common weed in the world     down 
to 6.7 percent of the 
population endowment for the survey of arts 
participation   the most beautiful and common 
weed in the world     
      released in 2015   the most beautiful 
and common weed     found that 
the number of americans who had read at least 
one poem in the past year 
had declined by 45 percent of 
the population released in 2015   the most 
beautiful and common weed in the world     found 
that the number of americans who had read at 
least one poem in the past 
    year had declined by 45 percent of the 
population released in 2015   the most beautiful 
and common weed in the world     found that 
the number of americans who had read at least 
one poem in the past year had declined by 45 
percent 
between 2002 and 2012   the most beautiful and 
common 
weed in the world     down 
to 6.7 percent between 2002 and 2012   the most 
beautiful 
and common weed in the world     
down to 6.7 percent between 2002 and 2012   
the most 
beautiful and common weed in the world     
6.7 percent of the 
population endowment for 
the arts survey of arts participation   the most 
beautiful 
and common weed in the world     
released in 2015  
 the most beautiful and common weed in the 
world     
found 
that the number of americans who had read 
at least one poem in the past year had declined 
by 45 percent 
between 2002 and 2012   the most beautiful and 
common weed in the world     down to 
6.7 percent between     the most 
beautiful and common weed in the world     down 
to 6.7 percent between 2002 and 
2012   the most beautiful and common weed 
in the world     
down to 
6.7 percent of the population
       in 
2015   the most beautiful and common weed 
found that the 
number of americans who had read 
at least one poem in the past year had 
declined by 45 percent between 2002 and 
2012   the most beautiful and common 
american who had read at 
    least one poem in the past year had declined 
the most beautiful and common weed in the world     
down to 6.7 percent of the population endowment 
for the arts survey of arts participation   the most 
beautiful and common weed in the world     
released in 2015   found 
that the number of americans who had 
read at least one poem in the past year 
      had declined by 45 
percent of the population believed 
   the most beautiful and common weed 
in the world     that numbers 
americans at least 
once 
in the past year between 2002 and 2012   
the most beautiful and common weed in the world     
down to some percent between some years
and some worlds     down to 
the most beautiful 
and common 
weed in our 
fathered world

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Source: Wilson, Carl. “Why Rupi Kaur and Her Peers Are the Most Popular Poets in the World.” The New York Times, The New York Times Company, 15 Dec. 2017, www.nytimes.com/2017/12/15/books/review/rupi-kaur-instapoets.html.

RNG (Robbins v. Goldsmith)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 663

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in that particular place
at that precise instant 

virtue in late fall      sniff
modernism rhyme disappear 
from poetry sometime in late fall    sniff
jealousy
the primary output of modernism
rhyme disappears from poetry sometime next week
early winter    is that   sunrise
or sunset    culture moving        
thereby the young reproduce    like culture
and naive move along       high-end users 
ibid 
originality    the key party of modernism
rhymes with commerce 
disappears from poetry sometime in late winter
when     on average     users taste drambuie and tang 
in 1910 if surrealism happened today    in early spring
it would be over in a logarithmic curve 
along with technology's potted hipsterism 

ibid     originality 
ibid     fetish object 
ibid     of average users 
ibid     modernism
ibid     rhyme

Free of Language, Freedom and Confidence

Wikipedia Poem, No. 583

“— I took several steps to the right, and saw / Kennedy was paper-thin,” Frank Bidart

       flow of creative shackles one purpose, but 
upon its existence 
a         machine of possibility of language man in a language making 
toward liberty,       free of language freedom and confidence 
a machine of creation 
untethethered of creation untethetic, made 
with speed and confidence 
a machine of possibility of language man in a language 
man in a language man in a language free of fairings man in a   
language free of language 
on one purpose,        but upon its existence 
a machine of creative shackles 
one imagines one imagines      one imagines one 
imagines one purpose, but 
upon existence its existence a machine of language 
man is a language man is an essence on two wheels in a language 
man of one purpose, upon existence its existence a machine of     language 
man in a language making love toward the wheel this 
is the liberty, freedom and confidence 
of language machines

The Two Orchard Thieves

Wikipedia Poem, No. 577

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these two orchard thieves
a series and a brother the spirit seems somehow yet
feminine oily laughs when campfire staircases rise
up like milk our bodies sculpt a cheap iron colocynth
breaks our ranks touch again
doves watercourses a campfire
family laughter incorporating me
as simple as poetry
is a series and brother the black brawl
breathing cannibal horse

Have you ever heard of Piero Manzoni?

“I should like all artists to sell their fingerprints, or else stage competitions to see who can draw the longest line or sell their shit in tins. The fingerprint is the only sign of the personality that can be accepted: if collectors want something intimate, really personal to the artist, there’s the artist’s own shit, that is really his.” Piero Manzoni

Oh, honey… Who can deprive a word of its meaning? Do you claim the words when you arrange them? Do you borrow them? Lease them? Leash them? How do you own them, particularly?

Have you ever heard of Piero Manzoni?

You are a vector. That’s all. I am a vector, too. The second you say something is beautiful, or a poem, or art, it becomes that. It’s that simple. Anything else is violent colonialism. Stricture.

This is what post-modernism is about. And by post-modernism, I just mean a movement projected forever forward into space. Like a light never dying. Sure, you’ll stop perceiving it at some point, but your explication of your perception is just limiting the reality of that object. Those words ever only meant anything to you. What happens to them as they super-ball around the room is exactly as irrelevant and as cosmically important as the words (objectively) and you (also objectively.)

I poop on a plate and present it proudly as art, it’s art. I put your words in a grinder and call it a poem, it’s a poem. Nowadays, it’s all just a matter of will, marketing and polish. Meaning is expressed by how words relate to each other in the reader’s mind, not in the poet’s mind.

We’ve (I’ve) been doing this for years (times infinity) does the practice (product) gain meaning because it’s remembered? Remembered to what extent? To what ends? Because one can quote it? Because it has generational weight? Because it effects policy change? Because it puts one smile on one face for one fleeting moment? Because it locks one professor into her peach tenure track?

Ever wonder why Wittgenstein ended up designing doorknobs?

(I love you, btw, as a person who is interested in poetry. I’m not grumbling here, just twisting my own nipples to get a bit of magma flowing.)