REMINISCENT
Since this is all
there is, I'd recommend
taking a deep breath
before you die.
There, isn't that
better? Since starting
over presupposes some
sort of prior concluding
event, shouldn't we
take a moment to
reflect on where
we've been? There,
isn't that reminiscent
of something?
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Friday, December 30, 2011
POST-CONTEMPORARY
When the post-modern poet says, Well, yes, but it's not possible to write the way Frost did in this day and age, what he or she means is it's not easy.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
David Shapiro
When I come across David Shapiro's comments in Facebook, I can't help wondering if he's trying (a bit too hard, I'd say) to be post-modern, or if he's actually lost his mind.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Friday, December 23, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
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Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
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Tuesday, November 22, 2011
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Thursday, November 17, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
CONCEPTUAL
for Asad and Halai
A conceptual artist
suggests connecting
one street to a second,
parallel street by
means of a third
street (one that can
be called a "cross
street", should the need
to name it arise). The
city council votes down
the artist's proposal, but
compensates by electing
him mayor and allowing him
to marry the woman of his choice.
for Asad and Halai
A conceptual artist
suggests connecting
one street to a second,
parallel street by
means of a third
street (one that can
be called a "cross
street", should the need
to name it arise). The
city council votes down
the artist's proposal, but
compensates by electing
him mayor and allowing him
to marry the woman of his choice.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
EVEN NOWHERE
Because everything is
constantly in flux,
we now train our pilots
to fly flight simulators
by having them first
learn how to fly actual
airplanes. The
advantage of the
flight simulator is,
of course, its similarity
to a video game, but also,
and more importantly,
its ability to take you
anywhere, even nowhere.
Because everything is
constantly in flux,
we now train our pilots
to fly flight simulators
by having them first
learn how to fly actual
airplanes. The
advantage of the
flight simulator is,
of course, its similarity
to a video game, but also,
and more importantly,
its ability to take you
anywhere, even nowhere.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Monday, October 31, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
LANGUAGE POETRY
If you want to understand language poetry, close your eyes and picture someone masturbating with no hands.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
POSTCONTEMPORARY
A new school of
poetry, called tentatively
"postcontemporary", is
distinguished by the
words it refuses to
use. In place of words
it uses the heads
of headless hummingbirds
flying through the room
at the precise moment the
poem is being either
"written" or tossed
into a wastebasket
for safekeeping.
A new school of
poetry, called tentatively
"postcontemporary", is
distinguished by the
words it refuses to
use. In place of words
it uses the heads
of headless hummingbirds
flying through the room
at the precise moment the
poem is being either
"written" or tossed
into a wastebasket
for safekeeping.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
ARS POETICA
I agree that a poem must not mean but be. But there are too many poems around these days that succeed in not meaning, but fail miserably to be.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
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New Zoos
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
POETIC TRAINING
Even in the case of the best poets, only about 30% of a poet's work is actually worth reading. The other poems are akin to the sit-ups a boxer does to stay in shape. Rilke was, of course, the exception to this rule.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
Sunday, July 31, 2011
REFUSAL
The stars, adjusting
themselves for inflation
so that the dead can go
on living in the memories
of those they've forgotten,
count their blessings
slowly as they let
go of their light. Like
a dream that repeats
itself in search of a
better outcome, the
stars refuse to turn
around into the
daylight of oblivion.
The stars, adjusting
themselves for inflation
so that the dead can go
on living in the memories
of those they've forgotten,
count their blessings
slowly as they let
go of their light. Like
a dream that repeats
itself in search of a
better outcome, the
stars refuse to turn
around into the
daylight of oblivion.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
NEO-ONTOLOGY
A being which can be
conceived not to exist
is not God. A tree
that can be conceived
to not exist is not a
tree. Neither is it a
god. A being that
goes by the pseudonym
"God" is not God, even
though its namesake may be.
A tree that climbs itself
may or may not be God,
who is, by the way,
either not God or not good.
A being which can be
conceived not to exist
is not God. A tree
that can be conceived
to not exist is not a
tree. Neither is it a
god. A being that
goes by the pseudonym
"God" is not God, even
though its namesake may be.
A tree that climbs itself
may or may not be God,
who is, by the way,
either not God or not good.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Happy Birthday, Asad!
OPUS
for Asad
A god with sad
eyes and the body
of a bridesmaid
assembles itself
out of bits of
paper gathered
in slums and
pasted together
to make some
sort of recognizably
artistic statement.
The resulting "work"
elicits consistent
kudos from the critics.
for Asad
A god with sad
eyes and the body
of a bridesmaid
assembles itself
out of bits of
paper gathered
in slums and
pasted together
to make some
sort of recognizably
artistic statement.
The resulting "work"
elicits consistent
kudos from the critics.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
SO THERE
I tried to get there. But there was no "there" there when I got there. There was only a "here".
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
NEW WORLD
Some seem to feel we've gone as far as we can with language poetry. Personally, I think we're already gone farther than we can. The earth is in danger of becoming flat again.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
SIMPLE
Lengthening leads to
increased independence.
I open my eyes at the
speed of thought, giving
rise to a radically different
approach. The day, already
blue in preparation for
sunny skies, prolongs
itself out of respect
for what endures.
I grow fonder in a
dream of what doesn't
allow itself to be
limited by simple facts.
Lengthening leads to
increased independence.
I open my eyes at the
speed of thought, giving
rise to a radically different
approach. The day, already
blue in preparation for
sunny skies, prolongs
itself out of respect
for what endures.
I grow fonder in a
dream of what doesn't
allow itself to be
limited by simple facts.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
CARELESSLY UNCLEVER
A standard defense of language poetry states that, although it appears arbitrary, it actually involves very careful and clever planning. But planning for which the ear can find no evidence seems far from careful, farther still from clever.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
UNBREAKABLE
An engineer who had developed
an engine that ran on the
desire to get from here to there
was murdered in his sleep by
unidentified "corporate interests".
Those who knew the identity
of the corporate interests were
sworn to secrecy using an
unbreakable vow perfected
years earlier by a different
engineer. God, who could
have done something about
this, was busy trying to solve
the riddle of his own existence.
An engineer who had developed
an engine that ran on the
desire to get from here to there
was murdered in his sleep by
unidentified "corporate interests".
Those who knew the identity
of the corporate interests were
sworn to secrecy using an
unbreakable vow perfected
years earlier by a different
engineer. God, who could
have done something about
this, was busy trying to solve
the riddle of his own existence.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
PRE-MODERN
Sometimes I forget
how post-modern we
are and inadvertently
entertain a thought
that almost makes sense.
I immediately erase it,
of course, lest I
find myself accused
of being only modern
or (God forbid!) pre-modern.
Then I promise myself
not to do it again,
using an old promise I
know I'll have to break.
Sometimes I forget
how post-modern we
are and inadvertently
entertain a thought
that almost makes sense.
I immediately erase it,
of course, lest I
find myself accused
of being only modern
or (God forbid!) pre-modern.
Then I promise myself
not to do it again,
using an old promise I
know I'll have to break.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
IMAGINED
Occasionally a tornado
will build a house out
of pieces it has torn
from other houses
in this and neighboring
neighborhoods. This
doesn't happen often,
of course, but it does
happen because it's
theoretically possible
and fits comfortably
inside the imagination
of anyone who has
ever bothered to imagine.
Occasionally a tornado
will build a house out
of pieces it has torn
from other houses
in this and neighboring
neighborhoods. This
doesn't happen often,
of course, but it does
happen because it's
theoretically possible
and fits comfortably
inside the imagination
of anyone who has
ever bothered to imagine.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
KITCHEN
A woman whose heart
is broken hangs out
in the kitchen, pretending
to care when the meat
will be ready. So much
fails to happen to her
that she wishes it were
morning again and
that she could wake
up with a heart that
hasn't yet remembered
it's broken. She could
fly away on wings she's
not supposed to have.
A woman whose heart
is broken hangs out
in the kitchen, pretending
to care when the meat
will be ready. So much
fails to happen to her
that she wishes it were
morning again and
that she could wake
up with a heart that
hasn't yet remembered
it's broken. She could
fly away on wings she's
not supposed to have.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
AUNT SUE
When life begins to
wrinkle at the edges,
surprise buries itself
in the backyard next
to the asparagus patch.
The same rain repeats
itself, reemphasizing wet.
The sun, older than
Aunt Sue, wonders why
it bothers. The
wind, forgetting which
direction to blow in,
ties itself in knots
and carries the town away.
When life begins to
wrinkle at the edges,
surprise buries itself
in the backyard next
to the asparagus patch.
The same rain repeats
itself, reemphasizing wet.
The sun, older than
Aunt Sue, wonders why
it bothers. The
wind, forgetting which
direction to blow in,
ties itself in knots
and carries the town away.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
EARLIER TIMES
Today only the sound a feline makes qualifies as a cat's meow. But in earlier times a really popular performer (male or female) could be the cat's meow, unless he or she was too busy being the bees' knees or twenty-three skidoo.
Monday, April 11, 2011
AUBADE
Morning arrives so
nonchalantly I think
it must have known.
A question whose answer
is inertia interrupts
itself again. Silence
continues exiting through
a wormhole in our wood.
Nonsense discovers what
couldn't have been gleaned
by any other means.
Something that makes
the mandatory illusory
lulls the jasmine to sleep.
Morning arrives so
nonchalantly I think
it must have known.
A question whose answer
is inertia interrupts
itself again. Silence
continues exiting through
a wormhole in our wood.
Nonsense discovers what
couldn't have been gleaned
by any other means.
Something that makes
the mandatory illusory
lulls the jasmine to sleep.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
IN THE MEANTIME
When natural light
returns, displacing
this cloned light
that resembles confusion,
the sun will understand
what was meant again.
This won't happen
anytime soon and
won't come wrapped
in any of those old
newspapers the prophets
have tried to sell us.
In the meantime, be
careful not to open your eyes.
When natural light
returns, displacing
this cloned light
that resembles confusion,
the sun will understand
what was meant again.
This won't happen
anytime soon and
won't come wrapped
in any of those old
newspapers the prophets
have tried to sell us.
In the meantime, be
careful not to open your eyes.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
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