Trust your vaulted hallucinations
Trust your most ridiculous
impossibilities
Trust the wild visions that arise
from moments of boredom
Do not trust the larcenous glares
that surround you
Do not believe the gravity
in the black holes of pupils
Trust the improbabilities
and they will become realities
29 May 2012
20 May 2012
Big Ten Schools
Those are classroom ideas. The dormroom ideas, the flip-flops
grimy in the shower, the barf-proof tiles, the linoleum mattress.
This is where the webisodes are coming from. This is where
the webisodes are going to. These are the things we know:
A great pyramid of beer pong cups, the rosemary tragedy
of a Sunday morning at the clinic, daydream incapabilities
flatlining in rows of desks, the windows shawled in brick.
After all this we will never get back to the four makeshift bases
of the old electric field. We are 27 years old now
and have no idea what that is supposed to mean.
grimy in the shower, the barf-proof tiles, the linoleum mattress.
This is where the webisodes are coming from. This is where
the webisodes are going to. These are the things we know:
A great pyramid of beer pong cups, the rosemary tragedy
of a Sunday morning at the clinic, daydream incapabilities
flatlining in rows of desks, the windows shawled in brick.
After all this we will never get back to the four makeshift bases
of the old electric field. We are 27 years old now
and have no idea what that is supposed to mean.
That Missing Civilization
Shakespeare making man
into music
Tu Fu locked in a tree
like Ariel
on the other side of the world
I can do nothing
but hold them
the blossoms
and instead they just
go on in the breeze
The big bombs rock us
to sleep as
Hamlet's body
is carried out
by soldiers
into music
Tu Fu locked in a tree
like Ariel
on the other side of the world
I can do nothing
but hold them
the blossoms
and instead they just
go on in the breeze
The big bombs rock us
to sleep as
Hamlet's body
is carried out
by soldiers
06 May 2012
A New Kind of Laziness
I've happened upon
a new kind of laziness,
the laziness of delight.
The laziness of a daisy
knocked over by the sun.
a new kind of laziness,
the laziness of delight.
The laziness of a daisy
knocked over by the sun.
23 April 2012
This Body
Who else has used this body of mine?
These hands and eyes and feet?
Which journeys did they take?
In what life was I a clown and in what life was I a King?
In what life did I drink blue drops hanging from a leaf?
In what life did the rose of the sun stain my wild legs?
Which year had me impervious to thought
listening to the frogs croak from the grave of night?
When did I lay in the orchards of the stars?
Or has this body always been used
just as it is now?
For purposes other than its own?
These hands and eyes and feet?
Which journeys did they take?
In what life was I a clown and in what life was I a King?
In what life did I drink blue drops hanging from a leaf?
In what life did the rose of the sun stain my wild legs?
Which year had me impervious to thought
listening to the frogs croak from the grave of night?
When did I lay in the orchards of the stars?
Or has this body always been used
just as it is now?
For purposes other than its own?
18 April 2012
Waxing like a Laureate: Poetry Secrets of the Pros
Need a quick fix for that sonnet your stuck on?
There are a few words you can throw into
any line to make it more poetic.
Try "sky" or "wind", "leaves" or "flowers."
The stars always give infinitude.
Oceans, trees, clouds, and the moon
can make any line soar. Birds are the poet's
best way to talk about himself. Fire is surefire,
be it a roaring flame or one quiet little candle.
("Little" is a word that can work wonders)
Most of all, the heart.
The heart must always be mentioned.
The heart flows with the finest wine.
You can pair it with anything and it's good.
Rattling heart, rickety heart,
beefsteak heart, the heart as an ocean.
Watch as I put these techniques into effect:
The Moon makes
a sky of cool fire.
As birds moan
oceans of stars
my beastly heart
again goes trundling.
See? Pretty fuckin' poetic.
Oh, also, sunsets and sunrises.
Anything nature does really.
The poet is supposed to be alone.
Nature gives him something to talk about.
There are a few words you can throw into
any line to make it more poetic.
Try "sky" or "wind", "leaves" or "flowers."
The stars always give infinitude.
Oceans, trees, clouds, and the moon
can make any line soar. Birds are the poet's
best way to talk about himself. Fire is surefire,
be it a roaring flame or one quiet little candle.
("Little" is a word that can work wonders)
Most of all, the heart.
The heart must always be mentioned.
The heart flows with the finest wine.
You can pair it with anything and it's good.
Rattling heart, rickety heart,
beefsteak heart, the heart as an ocean.
Watch as I put these techniques into effect:
The Moon makes
a sky of cool fire.
As birds moan
oceans of stars
my beastly heart
again goes trundling.
See? Pretty fuckin' poetic.
Oh, also, sunsets and sunrises.
Anything nature does really.
The poet is supposed to be alone.
Nature gives him something to talk about.
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