My throwaway delinquent pack of lies go over, fly over birds’ wings in a soulless search, into sudden dreams.
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My throwaway delinquent pack of lies go over, fly over birds’ wings in a soulless search, into sudden dreams.
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For today’s post I point readers in the direction of Plume, Danny Lawless’s astonishing literary magazine. A recent issue features three poems by Nicole Cooley, all entitled “Trash” and all dealing with mothers and daughters and complicated loss. Here’s one: Trash I have no wanting, I text to myself. Which terrifies me. I circle the…
Since the 1970s, Ken Bolton has summoned the spirit of the New York School in his life and poetry: erudite, conversational, playful, modern (as he writes in “Horizon”: “I never wanted to be postcolonial / or colonial just modern which is / the joke on me—but who wants to be a category?”) to fashion one…
I should thank Hans Christian Andersen, author of The Steadfast Tin Soldier (and Jon Voight, for that matter) for shaping me as the man I am now. And of course, I should include Peanuts creator Charles M. Schulz in the group. I have a confession to make: I really am Charlie Brown. That is to…
Sperm Heaven — a translation of Henri Michaux’s “Le Ciel du Spermatozoide” A man’s sperm bears a curious resemblance to the man himself – to his character, I should say. A woman’s egg bears an astounding resemblance to that woman’s character. Both sperm and egg are tiny. The sperm is very long and totally…
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“The Age Demanded” The age demanded that we sing And cut away our tongue. The age demanded that we flow And hammered in the bung. The age demanded that we dance And jammed us into iron pants. And in the end the age was handed The sort of shit that it demanded. — Ernest…