Archive for October, 2008
If nothing save Saturdays at the metro and
if rain falls sidelong in the platz
doorways, onto mansard roofs
If enumerations of the fall
and if falling, cities rocked
with gas fires at dawn
Can you rescind the ghost’s double nakedness
hungry and waning
if children, soldiers, children
taken down in schools
if burning fuel
Who can’t say they have seen this
and can we sing this [...]
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Tags: Peter Gizzi, The Outernationale, Wesleyan University Press
The old man
hunched over
at the front door
will be prepared
to give you a tour,
but first he’ll ask
Scary, or no scary?
You should say
No scary.
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Tags: Black Ocean Press, Scary No Scary, Zachary Schomburg
from Sun by Michael Palmer
Let go of me for I have died and am in a novel and was a lyric poet,
certainly, who attracted crowds to mountaintops. For a nickel I will
appear from this box. For a dollar I will have text with you and
answer three questions
First question. We entered the forest, followed its winding paths,
and emerged blind
Second question. [...]
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Tags: Green Integer, Michael Palmer, Sun
from AWE by Dorothea Lasky
There are old ideas in the world that should be forgotten
There are old ideas and old phrases that should at least
Be recycled for others
There are old plans now that should be new.
There are old thoughts in your head, my reader, and let them die.
Follow me, I am the crusader of the new
My spirit is [...]
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Tags: AWE, Dorothea Lasky, Wave Books
Lost in the understory we lay down
And dreamed a migratory canopy
Of monarchs in the green crown
Rustling overheard. Once upon a time
They all lived happily ever after.
The trees turned into tin soldiers.
…
The arrows form a triangle. Moon, socket, star.
A field of sunflowers turns its collective head
Above unnumbered remains. Here was a mine field,
Once, during [...]
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Tags: Dan Beachy-Quick, Mobius Crowns, P-QUEUE, QUEUE books, Srikanth Reddy
from Pieces by Robert Creeley
As real as thinking
wonders created
by the possibility–
forms. A period
at the end of a sentence
which
began it was
into a present,
a presence
saying
something
as it goes.
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Tags: Pieces, Robert Creeley
Tell me how that is possible; I could not see it but I was there.
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Tags: Caryl Pagel, Factory Hollow Press, Visions Crisis Apparitions & Other Exceptional Experienes
deluge of bric-a-brac is reality &then what else matters?
