January 2012
45 posts
University of Minnesota MFA: Poemix for Julian T.... →
uminnemfa:
BY DEAD STAR JARED JOSEPH HARVEY
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gowanus apocalypse bees at toledo gog and magog satellite – farce[i] spycams ablog as they drip w/ pearls and molt landlord peraventure[ii] infinite di – a’ready – harry …
THIS IS EVERYTHING THERE IS THAT BURNS.
(click to read a really great poem and to see the music that jared joseph harvey...
múm - we have a map of a piano
hey - the pixies
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mutual benefit - desert island feeling
i forget the state that DFW puts me in. a state in which i go for a very swollen walk pretty late at night and look at the squares of whatever light the big high parts of the skyline have. the all hour-ness of office light makes me uncomfortable and the christmas lights still on some giant cranes. they should all melt and be dark at some point.
(also, i managed to forget my keys on the table and...
heart of chambers - beach house
Really, it’s not that general Really, it’s mostly specific for a good reason with a fine line between vengeance and spite. I don’t wish they would die No, really I want something more drawn out like a landscape with lots of layers You think you’re done with the sheep and then you see the watching wolves. Really, like that but more painful.
-Ruth Lehrer, “Wishing Ill on People”
all the kids in the neighborhood
toilet paper me.
but that toilet paper
is made of wool.
—
drip on drip on denim drip on drip denim drip on me
through me drip drip drip me drip on rips of denim
and drip rips on drips on and on and on and on me.
—
they lash me with their house keys and i feel like a thousand bankrupt cakes crying a thousand porno mag shaped tears and a thousand...
“And this is horrible
To never be home
To be home in horror
And outside in the calm
And empty, among the soldiers
And other people I don’t know
Who are similar to me
Yet we can’t speak
We don’t speak about the same things.”
-Dorothea Lasky, “Two Doors to Hell”
Black Life is harsh and bright and filled with small directions and internal...
me: i start school on tuesday
i can't be sick
so i bought the strongest stuff
Ian: haha
fuuuuuu
me: and now i feel like i took meth
i want to run a marathon and stab a deer while it runs past me
Ian: weird things vegetarians say
(i have a cold and i feel like an exploding hot air balloon and i'm watching war documentaries and listening to the pixies at the same time! ! ! ! !)
dream #1: we all have dark doors we want to go through. there is a gray-suited man with a hat pulled low over his face. he has a splinter of a chin and a remote control for our doors. it doesn’t feel easy.
dream #2: you are crouched the corner of a stairwell, holding your face. you are wearing a mustard shirt with black type. i tell you that you are green. i know you can’t sleep...
Lisa Hanawalt: War Horse: An Illustrated Response →
lisahanawalt:
I could write an entire book about horses and how into them I am, but let’s just say that I was a horse from ages eight-to-fourteen. Former classmates still ask me, “Were you that girl who drew ponies and crawled around on all fours ALL the time?” You guys, I’ve seen a shit ton of horse…
ughgughghghgughhhhhhhhhhhh →
the word was t e n d e r. which made it feel larger than it was. the word was the double o in blood. the word was sticking out the holes in its middle. the word could not sleep because of the new hairs startling each other. the word made some time to be a south facing sound. the word is not less than six ways to get my face color.
(courtney johnson)
Hark, a velocipedestrienne!! →
annicka:
this is basically what it’s like.
Every Day Is Single
Our lungs belong in a Elliott Smith joint. It’s rolled like we’re twenties. There’s no peanut butter until midnight. You’re heels on a fold-out. We rekill this moment in whispers. How I Remember Fucked
The Earth says keep having sex. I’ve developed a cigarette thumb. Cheek color is high — we end with ton. I make no sense trying. This toilet...
glowspray
December 2011
75 posts
“but now it is night and the mountains have moved into the sky.” -a
