Inside a wall under a roof on a floor legs folded body hunched I read a poem By poem’s end I am un-walled un-roofed un-floored un-folded un-hunched un-read un-I’d More at http://www.larryschugpoet.com.
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Four Czech New Wave films Invention for Destruction (1958) Karel Zeman (1910-1989). A master of stop-motion animation, he based the film on the Jules Verne patriotic novel Facing the Flag. Using miniature effects and matte paintings, his real-life actors had to act in an unusual stylized manner to match the animation. Loves of a Blonde (1965)…
_________________________________________________ Lunch in a Town Named After a Company Slowly Poisoning Its Residents I saw a cow once on a hilltop casually stretch her neck to face behind herself so that her hind leg might…
And we all said, “Save the children!” He was born to a mother Who didn’t want him And to a faceless father And we all said, “Save the children!” She was moved From home to home Her mother wanted a chance But couldn’t care for her And we all said, “Save the children!” He has…
After my mother’s death, her belongings devitalized Her furniture: tables and chairs in a secondhand store Her flatware; somewhat less than service for eight Her clothes: just rags in some cartons for Goodwill Floating lifeless amputated from person place time All wrapped up with some flowers, and a plain pine box A graveside ceremony, a…
I’m contemplating the effects of these memories the effects of these sounds and situations forever surrounding me. I’m considering the boundaries and borders encircling my brain, burdens as bombs exploding in the midst of my mind, systems stifling my sanity stealing every semblance of my common senses. I’m sitting in the middle of my own…
Under the aegis of Joey Aiuppa (Doves Aiuppa, Joey The Doves Aiuppa, Mourning Doves Aiuppa) No one could be killed (whacked) in Elmwood Park So you had to get a scumbag (mope, numb-nuts) Across Harlem Avenue in order to whack him. You couldn’t even bring…
