Poetry Isn’t as Useless as a Lot of Poets Say It Is A recent speech at Yale inadvertently sums up what’s wrong with the art form these days: Its gatekeepers believe poetry matters because it’s poetry, not because of what it says. NOAH BERLATSKYSEP 12 2013, 7:30 AM ET
Disembodied from Earth
amber sparks imitation / automatic writing – to-edit-2020 initially the ramp went sideways There was no time. We weren’t there. No one was. No one ever had been. Our pieces fell into place but there was nowhere to go. We were lost. Lost without our human bodies. Tearing of faces, tearing of hair except that […]
Midnight
Solitude Finally a brief peace Silence Moonlight Dreams of night, the mind travels Reconnecting to self Darkness Breathe ^*^ calm the waves Sleep The morning brings new knowledge, new deeds Midnight
The poetry of the forest
The poetry of the forest Rains solace on the lonely Their skins have grown thick, though They barely feel it Each individual leaf The pooling waters & streams (if you’re lucky) They speak in many voices Many tongues Many identities
The Scene
The scenewent southunder the weight– of it’s own pretensions Talking sideways over –– the competition –A front in the war of secretsWas openedOr reopened Take pains to never showNo true faces nor true feelings
entwine well moon
disassemble your parts what are you in there the jenga tower of nervy pieces chain reaction machine partly flow the spores the drifting wind of tone there is no time in place unscrew the hunger No answer. Just the ringing empty of the thanatoic sandworms piling on the sweaters against the cold of nothing there […]
Obfuscated Prose
At the center of this cluster was a jabberwock spewing nonsensical portmanteaus and an occasional funny idea in the abstract. Postfixtion, sylvan skreekers, replaceable faces, automation facsimile, ruinous word, and artfully destroyed among them. The mutations of the mu biota in the sector spread mostly imperceptibly, since they bounce from the execution queue of non-compiling […]
Two Poems
as my mood improves so my verse decays perhaps the time is now here to broaden the spectrum write on the world instead of my own small concerns . . . how many ways does the sun shine one drop of water or snow on crystalline veins of green winter leaves the simple needs of […]
Rogue Wheels
Many types of wheels have we Cogwheels, rollerskates, sprockets Unicycles, compact discs Loops of logic, rhyme schemes Escape wheels and vortices [ – _ . . #! . . _ – ] The matrices, they do not multiply The pieces will not fit Paradoxical players split hairs [ – _ . . #! . . […]
Rogue Whales
rogue whales ply the ocean the psychosomatic sea #! pink, purple, white bearing machetes, brochures, kazoos & ubiquitous LSD #! they shake foundations key your car never mow the grass #! rogue whales lurk under highways leap up to take unsuspecting prey sliding down the Way that passes logic or understanding #! rogue whales, you […]
Lost in Mist 