Small sharply defined puffs—
No heat, no air compressors,
Gaskets, rubber seals, rubber feet—
Cloud-like, a shy homunculus,
Trapped beneath a 5 o’clock crowd.
What I’m Reading:
“The above passage is carefully calculated to deprave the cultivated reader.”
— Samuel Beckett / Murphy
What I’m Reading:
“In a shared world we cannot assume that any way of understanding, ordering, or valuing is correct or final. Rather, we are required to attend to others in their specificity, to ask and re-ask with them: What matters here and what else might be possible?”
— Thom van Dooren / The Wake of Crows
To find your own hand
Handing them money
To give the bleating goat
Fat and red, a placenta
Pulled open as if she had bitten
Cold fingers combing
The air in the north
Eyes rimmed pink
Don’t worry just call it
One long winter of plague
Perhaps they were right
There is nothing between us
But
The head hung in a tree
Old barnacled umbilicus
Balled small enough to fit
Inside
Your mother’s shadow
So this is love
(Sources: Ocean Vuong, Diane Seuss, Alex Dimitrov, Jericho Brown, Dorianne Laux, Terrance Hayes, Sylvia Plath, Brigit Pegeen Kelly)
What I’m Reading:
“My nickname on his lips is all wrong. It’s like by saying it, he’s trying to make me feel like he’s a friend, instead of a mess masquerading as my father.”
— Sabaa Tahir / All My Rage
“The human eyelid is not teartight (happily for the human eye).”
— Samuel Beckett / Murphy
“Mom makes a list of chores for my brother and I to avoid being slapped
Or asked to assume the position from across the room.”
— Diana Marie Delgado / “People to Run From”
“hope you can find a poem or two in these; if not return those you cannot use, or the works. rejection is good for the soul. my soul is now a mule.”
— Charles Bukowski / On Writing
“It was my mother who taught me the one worthwhile thing: when they ask if you like what you see in the mirror, pretend that what they mean is what’s behind you—the shower curtain, the tile, the wallpaper, whatever’s there.”
— Garielle Lutz / “Mine”
“Do what you must, be wise, cut your vines
And forget about hope. Time goes running, even
As we talk. Take the present, the future’s no one’s affair.”
—Horace / from “Ode I. 11”
“… What if part of the reason so many of us have failed to act is not because we are too selfish to care about an abstract or seemingly far-off problem-but because we are utterly overwhelmed by how much we do care? And what if we stay silent not out of acquiesence but in part because we lack the collective spaces in which to confront the raw terror of ecocide?”
— Naomi Klein / This Changes Everything
“Neary leaned against the Pillar railings and cursed, first the day in which he was born, then—in a bold flash-back—the night in which he was conceived.”
— Samuel Beckett / Murphy
What I’m Listening To:
“And I
What if I’m a weirdo?
Maybe I’m a weirdo
What if I’m a weirdo?
Maybe I’m a weirdo”
— Girl Scout / “Weirdo”
darkness sinks deeper
into a barren hollow
the sun shines elsewhere
What I’m Reading:
“The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.”
— Samuel Beckett / Murphy
Inducing a pileated simulacrum—
This very large & important evidence of the potential impact of gravitational loads &
Levitational toadstools: Pileus
Brimless &
Thesis paper joyless.
Circean chubby in their gelatinous set—
Unpredictable & immeasurable—
Marcela the right-wing jet
Stimulates the heart with a shot:
Potassium bromide bright
& a defense beyond recognition.
The new goal was to coze
Through inarticulate agreements
Aggrieved & articulated,
Art-I-ficial,
Apathetic &
Bakra-bent bromides.
What I’m Reading:
“My life had started to pill. I was fuzzing out little balls of myself that people would come up and twist off and flick into the already overpacked air.”
— Garielle Lutz / “Contractions”
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debt
d.e.a.
detox
detune
détente
detonate
detonator
detonation
deordination
deontological
deoxygenated
depalatalization
departmentalize
despiritualization
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What I’m Reading:
“The first atrocity on the moon, the first war won’t be long in coming. Perhaps the first atrocity was the human foot upon the untouched.”
— Charles Bukowski / On Writing
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What I’m Reading:
“I painted it all tried to paint my thoughts
And caught so little
The world still grows it grows relentlessly
And yet there is always less of it”
— Adam Zagajewski / “The Old Painter on a Walk”
Like a router flummoxed but curious about what this be we’re doing—
Like pens, a blackout poem marker & highlighter Frank O’Hara words deferred—
Like a Gertrude Stein staple remover looking forward to a full notebook.
What I’m Reading:
“&thus my slutty canines make lust
to the sound of tribbing
paradigms.”
— [sarah] Cavar / “When I taste blood”
i.
a mote
devoid
birds fall
doom wrought planet
the snow depressive
celestial melancholy
this imbalance
a
point
ii.
look
that’s home
sinner species
a mote
our posturing
pale
lonely
save us
our place
to exist
in
disaster
What I’m Reading:
“Again the
day begins, only
no one wants its sanity
or its blinding clarity. Daylight is
not what we came all this way for.”
— Philip Levine / “The Second Going”
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