Tag Archives: Poetry

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week There is no pointIn doing anything,There is no resistingThe monstrous godWho devoursHis own children. — Fernando Pessoa / “Ode I” Cars are, without exaggeration, one of the most significant and negative environmental, political, social, … Continue reading →

(They Hope) All we do is theatrical resistance —Without direct action — Elaborate gesturesOf a futility profound. A pantomime —Enervated and impotent — A room full of brumeIn my vise-like brain. Fight fight confront confrontResist resist resist — Resistance is … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: 4 amWe are under siegeI say we and yet oceans divide usIf you don’t leavethey will demolish the house on top of your heads — Basel Abbas & Ruanne Abou-Rahme / Until we became fire and fire … Continue reading →

overheard in nyc … … Someone said … … Geckos of a wet finger …  … You mean fingers of a wet echo? … … which is why I get so physical in my practice … … They cut off … Continue reading →

The Pomp (redux) Today I broke my vow of silence when I broke the glass in case of emergency. I croaked in a muttering fashion most embarrassing, “Ra… rah… run. Run! There’s a moth infestation.” We had moths. We were … Continue reading →

[detonation nation] a bullet whizzes my ear the strangest, most riveting fists found purchase at my templea familiar scenario a rough patch—a dispatch— aggression unmooredthis land is not mine / not yoursit belongs to all / to none so take … Continue reading →

congealed bacon i googled white nationalism—flashes of congealed bacon you play the tragic heroinetoothy femme fatale dont judge my paintinguntil i finish my ropa vieja dont cut your hairbefore tinting it blue i fix you a tongue on ryemy marbles gather … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week When I consider the curious habits of man,I confess, my friend, I am puzzled. — Ezra Pound / “Meditatio” A record-breaking heat wave is baking Europe, hot on the heels of unprecedented temperatures in … Continue reading →

Your Ruff Collar, My Millstone (redux) We live under the heat dome. I see you across the barren parklet.You are eating bits of soft pink flesh. My hair wilts.Your curls frizz. I lick the hot sauce off my fingers.You yell … Continue reading →

Travel Advice for Young Chauvinists (redux) (First, you’ll find intercalated pustules of censer smoke ringed by ferrules of frankincense in your heart. They were placed there by us. Do not panic.) Travel. And when lost abroad … You’ll find mussels … Continue reading →