thread

venal. victorious. socket reintegrates. the -ing

sung

comment

needs to be. moderated. translated. from Thank you. for sending. these pieces. considerable. melted. mended. capitalized. clause. process? For which. For what.

aggressive how. regressed. so unspecified. conclusion. different from.

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Del Sol

I found out this week that one of my poems was selected for Meridian's Best New Poets 2007 so thank you to Del Sol Review for nominating it!

My review of Zhang Er's chapbook sight progress should be appearing in Boog City soon. If you want to check it out, you can get a copy at Pleasure Boat Studio.

I am in an editing mode now, which is a little discomforting because I'm not writing and there feels like a disconnect there, like something important's missing. Yet I can't seem to be judgmental of what I've written and completely open to new poems at the same time. I'll be happy when I'm back to the creation phase.

And I'm still undecided as to whether the Eagles releasing Jeremiah Trotter was a good move or not.

Video poetics

I have a video poem up at The Continental Review, a new, original, and refreshing journal edited by Nicholas Manning. I think the journal bridges the gap between visual and textual poetics beautifully and is a kind of venue whose absence I didn't really feel overtly until I found Nicholas' TCR. It satisfies a unique kind of urge to tell a story against the poem, or a poem against the visual cortex, dreaming text into moving image or vice versa. I hope you'll check it out and submit!

Target

the missile
marks X
at heart

(cart before

autosaved      1:06 pm

About bullying

in the poem antyblahblahology if i sound like a blithering idol an american gazelle going yap yap yap. well you got me. this is the new ixnay on the critiquenay i would like to see about every poem published. hereafter tome/b. B pushes E out of the way. you get like e. e. kay i am unoriginal. gotcha. with the exception of mine. because only i can dance

self poem

i am. draft

self. i am. sam

e. sip from

self. i am. you

self. i am

same. i am part

parc

el ellllllllllllllll

the sound i am born in

this

is

He re He

mean

the what i

elsewhere

by

bye

good

Spirochete

feels so quiet to me. if a star. (yes-- ). pin

i could hear it like a

the world

that

midnight geese

hoarse. hysterical

hyster

histor

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<-----------how far you flew

se

Pluto

no teleology

absolutely none

mine mine mine

in case of

under


jump

Antonymology

Specimen 1: enantiodromia

I run / she flies

she runs / I fly

le extremes se touchent

pendant of numen

brio

a biographic encounter

the syndrome of drowning

gestural (the curling

luminous antipath (against moving)

way down (we don) one another

exemplar: Antioch

one power by opposites (Cole

coincidentia oppositorium

visible by shattering

I hunch / she stands

regulative, conversive, thin-

alch y alch alky seesaw

embankment

immersion as cove

nanana

ant talks your subverse

either this / rather isn't / never will be

((threest degrees))

away from tow ard ward me nurse

View from a Ledge

The cross, the wreath, and the lip-reader. What good is a fortune on the back of a brown napkin, or an exhortation over the public beach at noon? Your lucky day. The slit wrist ribbons of advertisement seem as a child's fever beside the forebearer. Did you know the sun poses as itself in the square and is all but ignored, framed for its distant third place decolletage, its mime-like caricatures, and goldleaf domes? There is nothing left when I think about you. You have been rising and falling since I was alive to know about the concave subtleties of the word no as in opus contra maternam; and so we conceive against the ledge. Bead of ocean, beware.

Schematic

My life features more than 4,000 new words, and 100,000 two-to-eight-letter words, including DNA and a set of pedantic bones. The players hide their hands because someone might be sitting on the hanged man. The price of virgen de la Soledad: $9.99 (+ tax if you live outside DE). Boy with the railroad around your wrist. May I have the cracking mulberry bush? May I have thorns to cool the inhumed paddlewheel? Oars outdated in every sense of an emergency are soft lambswool spine-savers. Mouth of monthly phone species, a society: those "claymakers" grow grotesquely happy each time you hang up on them.

The Fall

"All is atoms, passing moments"

I'd rather have strawberries, a soul whose bottom rung is imaginal, adumbrated.

Disappearance to material.

Night is whetstone, polyphony.

Feelings take long sweeping breaths and supplant form: thou art not

Well, you know-- the warning . . . it's been proffered and stripped away.

Now you see it.

If one were to break a small rock over the river, hypothetically.

Salt would make the salmon sleep.