about the sky
putting it back
smoke from no fire
hangin in the empty lot
of vapors or
in this case
ash
it communicates the birds
in veils of foil
world radio
picked in rotation
from on high
hey it's green
as motel 6
to stop the night
or maybe a
cousin in basin
water's grief
up there
held in
and soaking
it rushes
but it flies +
they've been falling
and falling
half my life
18 December 2017
vast occurrence
running sound for
pukearist
mute output
contribution to
the eons
here's the location
of sound check
surprising number
of metal candelabras
band's drummer
quit just before
the gig so they play
along to pre-recorded
tracks
not very metal
I think they're called
audience
clap louder
when they fuck up
faux stone walls
hanging ceramic
billiard lamps
what's the purpose
of an overstimulating
context? I sang
are you lonesome
tonight here once
when it was a
gay bar
there was
a stage halfway
into the room
that's not there
anymore
jack says
the iphone sounds
better than any real
drummer he's heard here
iphone-core he calls it
I wish I was as funny
as jack
pukearist
mute output
contribution to
the eons
here's the location
of sound check
surprising number
of metal candelabras
band's drummer
quit just before
the gig so they play
along to pre-recorded
tracks
not very metal
I think they're called
audience
clap louder
when they fuck up
faux stone walls
hanging ceramic
billiard lamps
what's the purpose
of an overstimulating
context? I sang
are you lonesome
tonight here once
when it was a
gay bar
there was
a stage halfway
into the room
that's not there
anymore
jack says
the iphone sounds
better than any real
drummer he's heard here
iphone-core he calls it
I wish I was as funny
as jack
broadway metropolitan outrage alert
grin
me I
was wrong
entitled utnapishtum
like he
was treasurer
what acting
he make
it past
the past
decorative tradition
acts choice
a is
by all
rights sedition
and contraction
worked hard
to separate
from teasing
now it's
in charge
fictive idiom
is what
arrived back
what re-
arrived what
arrived again
oh shit
here's my
walking papers
comparing assholes
to oranges
melancholy is
an old
mood play
it again
sam she
must have
given him
an apple
in sleep
she gave
me all
6 people
I need
round square
table annals
of gibberish
nobody and
climbing
me I
was wrong
entitled utnapishtum
like he
was treasurer
what acting
he make
it past
the past
decorative tradition
acts choice
a is
by all
rights sedition
and contraction
worked hard
to separate
from teasing
now it's
in charge
fictive idiom
is what
arrived back
what re-
arrived what
arrived again
oh shit
here's my
walking papers
comparing assholes
to oranges
melancholy is
an old
mood play
it again
sam she
must have
given him
an apple
in sleep
she gave
me all
6 people
I need
round square
table annals
of gibberish
nobody and
climbing
07 August 2017
reasons for living - may 2017
james schuyler
charles north essays
jim jarmusch - paterson
peter schjeldahl - art criticism, poems
eileen myles - maxfield parrish, sappho's boat, early poems
rumblefish - francis ford coppola
morgan parker - there are more beautiful things than beyonce
all poets welcome: the lower east side poetry scene in the 1960s
ron padgett - joe: a memoir of joe brainard
the beach boys - smile, today!
charles bernstein essays
larry fagin - complete fragments, I'll be seeing you: new and selected
bill kushner
charles north poems
august kleinzhaler prose
reasons for living - feb/march 2016
waking life
the cruise
nietzche
wordsworth
cesar vallejo
a season in hell - rimbaud
a wave - john ashbery
jules et jim
manhattan
the importance of being iceland - eileen myles
inferno - eileen myles
my dinner with andre
a cold spring - elizabeth bishop
stranger than paradise
forrest gump
03 August 2017
don't quote me on this
but there’s no wrong way
to do things. frank talks
mistakes how art
is just pushing them around
till they seem intentional
thought is brief
an image is absolute
is that what you said?
it’s what I wrote down
last night she read
me a passage
from the unbearable
lightness of being then
hung up a phone call
placed in a black frame
we’d just destroyed
her life leaving only me
in the apartment where
I wasn’t supposed to be
it’s his
sister’s first day in town
and she saw
us kiss on the train
isn’t it funny how the sun
was out when we got on
and now the clouds
need laundered?
it’s like seeing umbrellas
thinking about getting one
then not then it starts
to rain she brings me a small cup
of coffee it’s both warm and
cold soy milk chilling
the just brewed dark a hurt sky
poignantly taut over the
airshaft
and now it’s raining right on
time
(you can smell it coming
through
the window). I say should we
go
to the mattresses she asks what’s
that I say it’s an emergency term
like when everything else is
taken there’s a mattress left
something that seems like a mistake
until you figure out what
to do with it
something that seems like a mistake
until you figure out what
to do with it
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