February 2012
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Anorak Review
It does feel soft and
it is not noisy.
It is light weight.
I am comfortable with it.
Lots of pocket space.
It is hard to get over my
head when removing it.
It feels a little snug
at my hips
where the draw string is.
It is not flattering
to my shape.
My family said
it has a maternity look to it.
But I ignored them and kept it.
I am 48.
In fact I am using it today
over my other...
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2 Poems
I think that if we put these two back-to-back, we can get something out of it.
When You Are Old W.B. Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one...
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E=MC2 Joe Ceravolo
Reading at the Ear Inn
New...
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True Discourse on Power Peter Gizzi
When I say the ghost has begun
you understand what is being said.
That time is not how we keep it
or measure
first there was then there wasn’t …
It twitters and swerves like
the evening news.
Now outside is 3D. Inside non-
representational space.
Every law has an outside
and inside
I have...
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For Billy Jack Spicer
That old equalizer
Called time by some
Love by others
Cock by a few
Will come to meet you at the door
When you go
(Knowing that death is as near to you as water)
Go to fuck and say goodbye to your Mexican whore.
They will be waiting in the same room for you:
Time with his big jeans
Love with his embarrassed laugh
Cock with his throat cut wearing a bandana.
They...
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Songs are About Death Kenneth Koch
UPENN 1998
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Summer John Ashbery
There is that sound like the wind
Forgetting in the branches that means something
Nobody can translate. And there is the sobering “later on,”
When you consider what a thing meant, and put it down.
For the time being the shadow is ample
And hardly seen, divided among the twigs of a tree,
The trees of a forest, just as life is divided up
Between you and me, and among...
January 2012
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radonwolf:
The Free Library of Philadelphia is holding speed dating events at several of their branches just in time for Valentine’s Day. Unsure of how to react to my own excitement over this news.
“Participants are encouraged to bring a book they loved, hated, or just recently read to use as an icebreaker.”
Ooooooooooooook Ok
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A Salute to Mister Yates
by Andre Dubus Black Warrior Review, Volume 15.2, Spring 1989.
Richard Yates is one of our great writers with too few readers, and no matter how many readers he finally ends up with, they will still be too few, unless there are hundreds of thousands in most nations of the world. I have been his friend for thirty-three years, and he has most often needed money, and has never complained to me...
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Candida
Three distinct tableaus emerging:
what we can imagine, what
thought (falsely) believes it returns to.
Caveats: I am not broad
I am not a vast expanse.
There is (recorded somewhere) a perfect ratio
of shoulders to hips, with no hope
of denying the feminine.
I
Boxing on formica floors I dared to
conjure stars rising like weak or cheap perfume
above my open eyes...
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Forties Flick
John Ashbery
WFMT Chicago, 1973
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November
I remember when months
went by, too.
I was in that figurative
rec room playing
side-A over and over,
focusing solely
on the sound of the cymbals.
“For people who make their livings as writers, the routine messages of everyday...”
– Calvin Trillin, in Paper Trials. (via kellyvariant)
What Had Happened in That Room
When there was a
whenever and a cake and
sheen and an unheard
diatribe concerning the
disappointment of life and
what the tribes heard and the
build-up and the wonderful
crash.
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“I’m supposed to be cool, she told herself as she went to the refrigerator...”
– Andre Dubus, Miranda Over the Valley
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December 2011
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Girl Named Sara
She said, once, that she
didn’t like routine;
avoided it, in fact—
Daily, in her bathroom she
shrugged off intuition;
made an active effort to change
the order of her
hygienic duties, so:
Sometimes the teeth were
brushed straight out of the
shower, one hand wiping
that fog from the mirror, and
Sometimes the teeth came
after the anti-perspirant, but...
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