January 2012
53 posts
glowspray
December 2011
74 posts
“but now it is night and the mountains have moved into the sky.” -a
I have poems up at Spork Press →
friedlanduh:
And, to answer your question, poems are video games accessed through MS-DOS.
last ones for eating here.
(hand written, index cards)
dec 24 inside of my sleep, there is your whiter dog. for his water, i touch the bed while you are in it. bowls set in an arrow, the voices in them call forward.
— “What should I do?” I asked the melting ice.” -J. Bradley, Raymond Carver’s Dance Party —
“i can see...
(hand written, index card)
pt. 1
you forget my wrist. i touch the bed for water.
pt. 2
“Thirst is our lot.” -Reb Seriel
pt. 3
trade a place while knots turn asleep. palm is sink, dunes. heart felt its slops. clear water can tank with a cap. or if a stump drip a ring. no straight circles sap between a throat slipped open for age. wet is not softening.
(photos:...
how can i love you if you won’t lie down -...
stone rollin - raphael saadiq
amelia gave this.
Russ: sometimes everything in the world feels like two desperate people looking for help who aren’t listening to each other
(hand written, index card)
pt. 1
why do we clean apart
why do you clean from me
apart from me turned from me
waterislikethiswaterislikethis
pt. 2
“MAKE YOUR CUTS IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE / LIVING JOINT OF THE FORM SAID SOCRATES TO / PHAEDRUS WHEN THEY WERE DISSECTING A SPEECH ABOUT LOVE.” -anne carson, title of XI, the beauty of the husband
...
(hand written, index card)
pt. 1
objects for standing still: stryofoam coffee cups, pearl handle, vitamins, gray, bean juice, tight hamstrings.
pt. 2
“and touch/ the refusal spot.” -corey wakeling
pt. 3
me: “write about how speaking is tortuous.”
hold the piss in for as long as possible and then when it revolts and explodes, laugh and remember how speaking...
University of Minnesota MFA: Music and writing are... →
uminnemfa:
Music and writing are part of the same girl’s braid. I’m pretty sure. Anyway, I decided to ask some writers to make a playlist, either for a piece of writing or something that reflects their ideas about writing. Anything I could pin to the rocky face of this blog.
Up first is blue-aired poet …
There’s really no rhyme or reason that I decided to start asking writers to...
(hand written, index card)
pt. 1
the woods are thick. there’s a long stick in your hand. a yellow dog and vines around your feet. coming towards you is a piece of film cut into the shape of a man. he is a loop of imploding ash and rock. you reach with the stick.
pt. 2
We talk softly for / angular periods of time before / soaking our heads in language / water. You prefer it to be...
that’s what my heart needs - otis redding
be so happy - heartless bastards
parted ways - heartless bastards
shit shit shit...
moody - esg
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rob translated part of the song from portugese to english as, “i wanna stomp on your foot to confess my love to you.”
#poeticstatements
hellhoundonmytrail:
Skip James “Sick Bed Blues”...
a.t. grant in pank →
“She pulls a strawberry from one of my face cuts.”
“In the beginning everything I said exploded. I would say: I am holding a glass...”
– from “Creation Myth” (pg. 17) of Destruction Myth by Mathias Svalina (via derriqueen)
te amo - atlas sound
a dead record begins to...
1 tag
things recently acquired for free:
-two olives
-scorpio rising
-a piece of chinese candy
-a never ending supply of finger puppets
-meshes in the afternoon
-a glimpse of a dead raven with a one leaf bouquet
-a whiff of some books meant for WWII soldiers
moon light up claws lifting windows up moon dropping a crabapple in a street lit mouth moon refusing sheets a lot lately moon lagging in a glazed hunch moon you curry sick lit lamp trailing upside down socks of light trailing the dirty moons of men who lift the dark sides of their bodies over their heads towards the crowsex night above moon soaking a blue chicken wire in its moonskull the mad...
Defining a name.
cjosephjordan:
Inspired by Ben Marcus.
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EMILY: A desperate need. A song in which this need is communicated through vocal acrobatics. When emilying, one must stand on the Cliffs of Dover in a black suit and sunglasses.
know your chicken - cibo matto
