Rants

writing is a speed buckle up worm.

09.08.2011 Rants

I think about whether real relation has a place in writing. Whether it is work to say these things like we’ve been saying them all along. Like all we were thinking were these things that needn’t be said and are and are also so so beautiful and arranged and un worked and whether it is [...]

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Friend in the sense

08.03.2011 Rants

that all thinking is fraught I reckon with work, with perturbations in the shale of friendship, with hailing and calling on the hail to break us down. With the kinship of ever outlying areas of expertise. Synergy, bitches. With the precision of compliments offsetting any general malaise that forms on my head rashy and whammo. There it is. My [...]

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Hurry, I can. Hurry, I can.

03.16.2011 Hairs of the Lord

“But you’re not a worker bee. You’re a renegade killer bee.” from Quentin Tarantino’s Kill Bill The birds knit these grey inarticulate scarves. You have to see them in big pieces. Rub your eyes. You have to touch the wool until it buzzes. You have to, with your own blood / hunker down / while branches fall [...]

Tagged as: Ars, Diary Poems, NP

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The diving board

03.04.2011 Rants

Today is a list about today. It is an undone todo list of things extending from the things I am done wanting and did not do —  things in a spiral away, Hegelian things, which didn’t do before and now can not be. For reasons which I will not explain. So now things like sitting thru [...]

Tagged as: Diary Poems

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DIS-

02.21.2011 Job

The roaring of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, and the teeth of the young lions, are broken. (JOB 4:10) quiet night is working, working cold turkey the little hairs on my legs stand up straitless my body is a stole mime body am I quite apiece a conductors wand- body in- variably masculine [...]

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Aesthetic State of Mints

02.10.2011 Rants

My writing mostly writes out of reading. Reading things that are good, things that suck is a writing machine for me. The good things are opaque. They are clouds and mud and carpet. They are luscious and deep and not a little vexing to me the writer reading. But in a good way. Bad things [...]

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effing golden lemon

09.08.2010 Poems

Am making out w/ a whopper, man // am surrendering currency as we peak // City, O city, laden w/ maidens, assorted poultry, pow/wow/er if Wyclef really izzzzzz his name I’M COMING in gold FOR LEASE on the Rhine – my my city keys pointing me, deftly pointing me COVER ME bro I’M COMING to

Tagged as: NP

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No no no news

09.03.2010 Rants

No news from the mashup, no news from the Rhine and no news on the filter I ordered a while ago. Nothing about the shared cabride or the nightwatchman or any murderer that might or might not actually murder anyone. No news from the word ‘willy-nilly’ tho I’m hopeful and none from my reading of [...]

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No / I have not / been

08.24.2010 100 Days

No / I have not / been /a helicopter bouncing down the desert on a string – to liven / enliven / foreshorten / work apart a braid of yellow hair –  ’eerie rice’- that’s what I always say –   potshots from the plank, infrequent rain, Gram wearing his wooly poncho in the background.  We drive [...]

Tagged as: Diary Poems

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the elephant thought

02.28.2010 Rants
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“this world” is a religious saying “this ” figures

Tagged as: Milledgeville, Rants

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