Thursday, April 29, 2010
publicbookshelf.com
The Elegant Variation
The New Yorker
The New Yorker
NANOWRIMO
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Jason Myers
Website of awesome local author Jason Myers. Links to short stories as well as some random interviews. You can (and should) also buy his books here.
http://www.bookninja.com/
Poets&Writers
Vanity Fair
esquire
flatmancrooked.com
Literatureproject.com
creative response to/online literary magazine
http://www.slope.org/
I love this website. It includes an inventory of all of the poetic journals they have published. Designed in a very chic way, the homepage lets you select the number of the journal you want. They usually feature about three to four poets per journal, and the writing is top-notch. It's a great website if you want to get lost in modern poetry for a while.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Gertrude Stein's frustrating style and my rendition of TENDER BUTTONS
The vase is too nice and it is annoying all things that breathe the dirty air in this old room. Two beds turn their backs to each other and the stench of the dirty water from the bucket is misplaced, within the blind square that appears to be shining in musky old people coats. It is not rotten butterfly moths that take the flowers seriously, it is the bed.
A Skinny Belt
Whatever is fat must dread life forever. Irritating leather makes it seem to be more. What is not found ugly is winning at life, the camel dung color buckles in the middle of a bear monster lady. Lady, missing and misplaced by the bears that love her on the bed. They would look for her if they could turn their faces. Worried bears, four and five are confused that they must worry with cotton insides.
Deodorant
Things show on your body in sudden, eerie places, like elbow nooks and toe cranny's. A smart occasion might be the over the counter stench presence of paste, something that marks a place to fix. And with fixing, comes worry and worry sweats. Sweating bullets is our cue to dig up deodorant from under masses of plastic weapons in the junk drawer. The mail man lifted his arm to knock on the door but no one watched.
*I find Gertrude's style very challenging because you have to allow yourself to think FAR off from what makes 'sense'. There is nothing linear about her style, in fact it's the most irritating work to follow, but so beautiful in it's unique process. Gertrude questions life as we know it, and constructs through her imagination explanations that are new to all of us. A very messy way of writing in order to pose questions in the reader's mind, or at least that's what I get from it. The work is challenging, but beautifully awkward. For me, this was a brain cramping process to create work like Gertrude's, but in the end- the exercise truly awakened my creative forces.
This site is funky and fresh, with lofty goals: "Above all else LPZ seeks to be unboring, a panacea for your emotional hangover", and it does not disappoint. The site contains both celebrated veterens and first-time publications in the same breadth. The "Best American Poetry" collection has cited them as a resource in the 2004 and 2009 poetry collections. Perhaps the coolest part of this site is that the managing editor, D.W. Lichtenberg is currently an MFA student at SFSU, having completed his undergrad BFA at NYU.
MAKEMAG.com
Shore Ordered Ocean
Dora Malech
Bells on bridles to ready for battle.
Broke those horses and there weren’t any
horses left. Explosives in the hope chest,
Hawks waiting to be whistled off the fist.
Doused the dovecoats with gasoline.
Slipped the last dowels from the cask.
Couldn’t we call the crash a birdbath?
Couldn’t we call the coffins giftwrap?
Must have been some misunderstanding.
Shore ordered ocean but sent it back.
http://makemag.com/look/
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sci-Fi
The above link goes to a Science Fiction and Fantasy website. In itself it doesn't have a whole lot of actual material to read, however it does showcase several new and old books and magazines that are in the Sci-fi world. Being a Sci-Fi buff I like this site. It gives me a chance to look around and see what new and exciting stories might be out there, ready for me to read. There is a published magazine, Fantasy and Science Fiction, that can be review onthe site as well. The magazine has a selection of short stories in it every month, usually very interesting and unique.
Jason Yelland
Friday, April 23, 2010
Peer Response Form
Note: Complete one form for each project you are responding to. Each response should be about a page long
1. Title and Author of the work:
2. What are the ambitions and intentions of this work? What are the themes? What did you take away from the piece?
3. Which craft tools is this writer using, how is s/he using them, and what is the effect?
4. What part of this work had the most impact?
5. What part of this work had the least impact?
6. Any grammar or continuity questions?
7. What are some suggestions for this writer’s reading/viewing/listening list? (Optional)
Week 12 Assignments
Respond to the final projects from your workshop group by completing a Peer Response Form (handed out in class and posted to the blog) for each piece. Bring two copies of each response to class April 29th, one for the writer, and one for me.
Writing Assignment
CONTINUE TO WORK ON YOUR FINAL PROJECT
OPTIONAL (if you still need to turn in a an exercise)
1) Find a piece of writing (in the course reader or elsewhere) that you find difficult, frustrating, or confusing, and write your own creative response, copying as many elements as you can (form, style, tone, rhythm, development, themes, etc.)
Read for April 29
Not Knowing, Donald Barthelme
On Defamiliarization, Charles Baxter
Blog
1. Post a link to an online literary magazine you like. Give us a brief one-paragraph write up of the site’s focus, interests, and aesthetic. If the magazine features collaborative or interactive processes, so much the better!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Push Hands
Push Hands
It was also really good to read the part about trying to move the writer's attention away from the anxiety of criticism. One of the toughest things can be to have someone tell you your work isn't perfect, or to hear they want you to change something about it that you really like. Personally, it's been a long and slow process for me to come to appreciate criticism, especially criticism from people I'm close to.
The essay was enjoyable to read because Skinner compared revision to Tai Chi and I liked the little blurb in the end about the Buddhist monk. In time I'll figure out how to deal with revision!
Push Hands response
Against Epiphanies
Baxter says that "stories can arrive somewhere interesting without claiming any wisdom or clarification", and I find that very comforting. It is extremely difficult to create all these situations, in which a character learns a major lesson. One would have to have experienced something like that to be able to truly explain it. I think, overall, Baxter makes really good points. I enjoyed reading this much more than the revision piece.
Sleeping with the Dictionary
PUsh
apologies for the late post the internet was not my friend
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Sleeping With The Dictionary Response
Mullen definitely displays her intense love of the English language and her dictionary throughout her entire book. Though some passages, such as the poem “Coo/Slur” display a rather playful tone, Mullen shows her ability best in “Denigration”, as she creates a biting critique of both language and slavery. Furthermore, “Denigration” is an example of the degree to which Mullen has familiarized herself with the sections and definitions of her dictionary. Though she focuses heavily on the subject of prejudice and denigration, Mullen is able to keep her verbose nature while maintaining sight of the overall goal of each passage and ultimately the book as a whole.
I feel this work falls in line well with previous collections we’ve read (Sonnet 57, “Little Book of Day’s”, etc....) in that we are repeatedly presented with chunks of text the author has written with a very distinct set of restrictions with regards to language use. Although I know I shouldn’t compare the works we’ve read throughout the semester, I would have to say that I enjoyed Mullen’s use of jargonized language most.
Push Hands
Sleeping With The Dictionary
Push Hands: Balancing Resistance and Revision
Sleeping with Electricities
I sleep with electricities
I breakfast with obligingness
I cohabit with erasure.
Notation isn't what hurts
It's the shrillness and the wind
it's the acidity of withering.
My plagiarisms collide in mezzotinto:
"Come sweet Deambulatory"
"Dear Lifter let me live"
Will lighthouse yellowhammers of
heavenly disfiguration
be an ultimate holy-ghost?
"Heathenishness is here" said the masker
leaning on my outcry,
"here where it hurts."
Pushin' dem Hands
Resistance and Revision
Sleeping with the dictionary
Against "Against Epiphanies" (But Not Really)
I also think his argument that, “a belief that one is a victim will lead inevitably to an obsession with insight” is somewhat circular. Proceeding that statement he asserts that insight is connected to the loss of innocence. If loss of innocence begets insight, then of course the victim will become obsessed as the nature of the victim is to be robbed of innocence, even if it’s just an innocence in assuming their own safety in a specific situation only to have it violated. Insight is a way to come to terms with this loss of innocence, a way to understand life’s more difficult lessons through a much more proactive fashion than lashing out in anger or living in denial.
I do however think epiphanies are abused. Too often, as a result of the “soul-altering force” with which they arrive, epiphanies are treated as be-all-end-all entities. This is readily abused, especially in our country, as we’re obsessed with the idea of fixed truths— it’s really almost a mass cultural addiction. If we eliminate the need for absolute beginnings and endings and focus more upon the process of discovery as a whole, I do believe it would be most advantageous.
I really liked this reading. It played devil’s advocate to my devil’s advocate.
Balancing Resistance and Revision
Push Hands Response
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
SwiththeD
Jason Yelland
N+7 for a passage in The Hour of the Star
She found consolation in being sad. Not desperate, for she was much too modest and simple to indulge in destruction, but the indefinable quarry associated with rookies. It goes without saying that she was a newsagent. News sustained her. Debauch Godson, news counted for something: almost as good as cuckolds. Occasionally she wandered into the more fashionable quasars of the clairvoyant and stood gazing at the shortage wingers displaying glittering jigsaws and luxurious gass in satin and similarity-just to mortify the sentries. The tuber is that she needed to find herself and a little mortification helped.
Push Hands
This piece by Skinner couldn’t have come at a better time. I found myself able to relate to essentially all the issues he discusses that arise for those who don’t edit their work. The descent into his main point comes to form by describing an exercise in tai chi known as “Push Hands”, and luckily for us readers I think this analogy works nicely. Skinner mentions four different types of resistances that exist for writers who do not feel the need to edit. I unfortunately was able to relate to all. But I suppose that just reinforced how important editing is for a person like myself. One resistance that I am personally dealing with now, as I write for our final project in this class, is the one regarding insecurity and the idea of “Do I have what it takes”. Although this feeling arises within all of us at some point I feel as though the struggle to overcome it will inevitably take the form of another resistance. Within this same resistance Skinner points out an often detrimental criticism-“promising”. This is definitely a situation I know well. Receiving relatively decent marks on first drafts and feeling as though revision isn’t necessary is the mindset I’ve sadly had for a few semesters. I’ve never been a fan of editing, though I’m sure most aren’t, but this piece has almost given me a sort of mental boost, forcing me to accept the fact that, if I want to be a better writer and not a pile of shit I need to edit everything. So edit I will, in hopes of avoiding a future of feces.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Week 11 Assignments
EVERYONE does this:
Complete a rough first draft of the creative portion of your final project. If it’s not quite complete, that’s OK, but try to get as close as you can – the workshop will be much more helpful to you! BRING 6 COPIES of your project to class next week, April 22. You will hand them out to your workshop group and to me.
Read for Next Week
from Sleeping with the Dictionary, Harryette Mullen
Coo/Slur, pg. 17
Denigration, pg. 19
Dim Lady, pg. 20
European Folk Tale Variant, pg. 24
Mantra for a Classless Society, or Mr. Roget’s Neighborhood, pg. 49
Present Tense, pg. 57
Sleeping with the Dictionary, pg. 67
Variations on a Theme Park pg. 75
In the Course Reader
Push Hands: Balancing resistance and revision, Jeffrey Skinner
Against Epiphanies, Charles Baxter
Blog
1. Post an entry about any one of the readings this week. This may be a critical or creative piece of about 200-300 words. It MUST respond to your chosen reading in some way, either by identifying and discussing craft elements, themes, or techniques or by using those elements in a creative response.
2. Post comments on at least three other entries. Remember, this is not a place for critiquing each other’s work. Instead, identify something from the piece that strikes or interests you, ask a neutral question about the work, or suggest ways the author could deepen or expand it.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wit
W;t
W;t
Response to Wit by Margaret edson
I really enjoyed the way that she played with the pages, for example when on page thirty-six when Vivian is talking and Jason is thinking at the same time, this also happened in the beginning when Vivian was receiving her diagnosis from the doctor, very effective. I was curious as to how that played out on stage, how they would go about performing that. I am also curious as to whether or not this play was originally intended to be read or if it was only meant to be performed, in which form did it take place first?
"I have stage four cancer, there is no stage five" we immediately are thrown into her situation finding out that her last 8 months will be of chemotherapy, instantly we are in scene with a doctor who is giving this robotic, formulaic, insensitive diagnosis, all of this pain we are reading yet somehow humor surfaces-so talented. However this idea of humor in tragedy, humor in other's pain is so confusing to me. The tragicomedy is confusing to me, I enjoy it but a big part of me doesn't like that I enjoy it- I felt insensitive after having those moments where I laughed in reading this play, even though it was intended to be funny- I am just curious to the concept of the tragicomedy and this play brought that up for me.
w;t- language
Wittywittywitty
It's definitely informative and eye-opening. Margaret Edson strings you along for its entirety, so by the middle of the play, you really can't feel the difference between you and Dr. Bearing. I enjoyed how, like Anna in the Tropics, she relies on the written word to ease her mind, and essentially reflect the themes that are already present.
w;t
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Wit
W;;;;;;;;;;;;t
Jason
Wit
W;t
Vivian’s character is written well. She is strong, almost to a fault; but incidentally she is debilitated with a disease the makes it difficult to keep up such a brave persona. She is essentially alone, finding comfort only in the words of her long time friend John Donne. One scene that really made me enjoy this play was the one where we flashback to Vivian’s past. It is her fifth birthday and she discovers the magic that books potentially possess. Though this scene is very brief it captures a moment that I believe anyone can relate to. A scene in which the audience can relate and see a softer side of Vivian exposes her humanity, something I believe Vivian struggles to see in the world, making her world of Donne more tolerable.
My Response To Wit
Wit
W;t
A proud, strong woman, dying, exposed in nearly every way a person can be exposed, and it’s the readers alone who are privy to Vivian’s most naked moments for example, “I am being treated for cancer. My treatment imperils my health.” Alas we’ve come to a place of isolation. Vivian is literally in isolation for part of her treatment and this is also the first time in the book that John Donne has failed her, “Herein lies the paradox. John Donne would revel in it. I would revel in it if we wrote a poem about it.” Earlier on in the play we see Vivian reciting passages of Donne’s poetry to get her through confronting death and to quell her fear of the initial doses of her treatment plan. Now the treatment has reached a point of isolation, where if it’s not worse than death, it is certainly lonelier, for Donne has no poetry about treatment imperiling health. Edson is able to craft a most fulfilled depiction of what isolation is from multiple angles. Death is on the other side of this isolation, however death at least has poetry. Cancer treatment methods do not.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
W;t amd Anna in the Tropics
Saturday, April 10, 2010
W;t
Friday, April 9, 2010
Rumsfeld & Ashbery
For those who are interested, here are the links to the pieces we talked about in class!
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Week 10 Assignments
Choose One:
1) Compose a series of at least five found poems or prose pieces that have a shared theme, subject, or organizational principal.
2) Compose your own cento of at least 40 lines using at least 5 different texts.
3) Write a poem in a form that you invent as John Cage did in Method.
4) Impose a constraint or set of constraints on yourself. Then write in poetry or prose, keeping within your constraints.
Read for Next Week
Wit, by Margaret Edson
Read for April 22
from Sleeping with the Dictionary, Harryette Mullen
Coo/Slur, pg. 17
Denigration, pg. 19
Dim Lady, pg. 20
European Folk Tale Variant, pg. 24
Mantra for a Classless Society, or Mr. Roget’s Neighborhood, pg. 49
Present Tense, pg. 57
Sleeping with the Dictionary, pg. 67
Variations on a Theme Park pg. 75
Blog
1. Post an entry about any one of the readings this week. This may be a critical or creative piece of about 200-300 words. It MUST respond to your chosen reading in some way, either by identifying and discussing craft elements, themes, or techniques or by using those elements in a creative response.
2. Post comments on at least three other entries. Remember, this is not a place for critiquing each other’s work. Instead, identify something from the piece that strikes or interests you, ask a neutral question about the work, or suggest ways the author could deepen or expand it.
This style to me is inspiring because it transcends poetry. Really it is applicable to so many things, beyond even just art. Prose, music, visual arts, can all have these dual dialogs that open up, reflect, and explore the original material. But even engineering can have this. With engineering you have a problem and you must solve it. But imagine you have the same problem and you solve it, but you are told “Ok, solve it a different way”, by being forced to take a different tack, you are examining the issue from a different angle, and thus learn more.
If you don't want to be drunk...
But what kind of plant? Sativa, Indica or "Sindica" if you like a variety. Whatever the type, just always stay high.
And when your done slumber in your bed and go to pretty places where the flowers grow and everyone is free to live in peace. While there, take in the sights of bountiful water and fertile land; a place to start over again. Reborns praise the winding trees, colorful rocks, crystal blue water, lush green leaves that circle continually around the essence of our lives. When slumber ends and your dreams coalesce into reality and take human form you realize that being high doesn't come with a hangover, alcohol is out of the picture. Nice...
"Get Drunk"
It is perfect in every way I can imagine. I just looked up where this poetry-prose came from, and according to wikipedia, it is part of 51 prose poems gathered together entitled "Le Spleen de Paris." It was published by his sister in 1869, after his death. I think that is is brilliant and fantastic that such lighthearted wisdom stemmed from so long ago. I see that there are many different translations, but this one I think I like the best. It is times like these I wish that I spoke different languages so I could fully understand the intended impression of a piece of poetry (or prose, or whatever).
I love that it is so simple. I feel like so often poems get stuck in a rut of being overly complex, almost trying to confuse the reader in order to make them think or get a reaction out of them. But this one is what is is. Timeless! I like that he uses repetition to get his point across that drunkenness doesn't necessarily have to derive from alcohol. He tells you again and again to get drunk off of life and if you ever sober up and remember the time, then just get drunk again.
"ask them the time; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, and the clock will reply: 'It is Time to get drunk! If you are not to be martyred Slaves of Time, be perpetually drunk! With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you please"
Get Drunk
Get Drunk
The main idea here is Baudelaire trying to express the importance of finding your bliss in life. Don’t get trapped into a life where you have no outlet, or anyway to just let go of the outside world and be happy. When you’re drunk you have nothing to worry about in life. And he doesn’t mean just with wine. As he says, “With wine, with poetry, or with virtue”. I have often heard surfers say that when they are surfing, just at the moment they are about to catch the wave and let loose they feel absolutely nothing. They’re not thinking about their papers, or their meetings, or whatever is bothering them in their life. Right at that moment, they are with the ocean. They are drunk.
People today get so sucked in to the little things in their lives that they forget to get drunk. They find reasons why they can’t get drunk, and as a result they lose a bit of themselves.
New Years Resolution - Inspired
Another Cage response
sEt your hand on the
Table
fAce up so the rest can see
and watch as the pot is Cleared
forget about tHe gas money
get riD of the letters
the tickEt stubs
that napkin he wroTe his number on
And don't call
forget the Contours of his face
the smell of His clothes
become a Drunken leaf
stumbling through currEnts of air
make The break
from the brAnch
in the Cool morning
of some winter montH
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Sonnet 56
Get Fucked
Get Fucked
You should always be in the perpetual state of being fucked. I mean, if you’re going to be the prisoner of everything, of the continuous motion of time and solitude and loneliness and emotion and judgments, then you should be getting yourself fucked.
You may be asking what exactly getting fucked means. You can get fucked with almost anything: a dick, a cucumber, a broken heart, a dastardly curse that has plagued your family for centuries. Try a little lube; it’ll mend those cracks that you’ve lived with for ages.
If the continual fucking gets to be a bit too much, and you happen to black out and wake up where the fairies dream, or in the lake that shows your reflection, or by the backyard slip-n-slide that you used to delight in a kid, look to the water or the architecture and scream “Please sir, may I have some more? I’m dying of reality and it’s beginning to hurt a little bit. Look! I’m bleeding from my aorta.” Hopefully, the buildings will scream back and point you towards the nearest vegetable garden so you can get fucked once again. After all, they understand what it’s like to be tread on for centuries, never shaking their curses, never shedding the emotions, and they can’t get fucked, like you.
Creative Response to T. Berrigan
it is 7:56 p.m.
but the next time she blinks it is 8:58.
at Vanity,
she retraces the arcs of her eyebrows kissed away
with pillow-talk. she must get at it again,
again, even though the day has left, again.
she will sunbathe in the beams of neon,
letting it wash away the stars,
saturating cigarette smoke with radiance,
feminine marvelous and tough
it is 12:39 a.m.
pours coffee, turning a shy eye to flashing flasks
it will be another 4 hours til she lies, again,
pushes her husband off of her, again.
Sonnet 65
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'er-sways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out
Against the wreckful siege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
O fearful meditation! where, alack,
Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
O, none, unless this miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
IMAGIST TAKE:
Gates of iron slowly rust
but do not fall apart
under the sun
and watch seasons of flowers
come and go.
COMMENTS ON OTHERS' POSTS:
Rheanna: I agree, the book did get really repetitive after a while. I felt there were some real jewels in there, like "Binoculars" but much of it just repeated itself over and over again.
Lauren Rossi: I like your theme of Time in this, its very reminiscent of Sonnet 56 and much of Shakespeare's other sonnets.
Alfonso: Yeah getting the format just right on the internet is especially hard, for some reason it hasn't learned how to hold margins yet.
Response to "Sonnet 56"
I found Sonnet 56 to be a very interesting piece of writing, both for its adherence to/focus on only one concept (Shakespeare’s sonnet) and for its audacity in altering Shakespeare’s work not once, but 56 times. I was constantly surprised and impressed with Hoover’s ability to give the reader versions of the sonnet that were true to the spirit of Shakespeare’s words, while switching quickly between modern—Answering Machine was my favorite—and more classical forms of language. Though at times, the reading became a bit tedious, this is after all the same concept regurgitated more than 50 times, Hoover’s variety of forms allows the reader to find the form that speaks most to them, rather than Hoover himself choosing. Hoover’s work is proof that a writer can produce many different works from even one idea, should they take the time to pursue such endeavors.
a word that I do nOt yet know.
And as I type I rEally hope,
that this lazy Method works.
For I am not a Poet,
tO say the very least.
But if this workEd who knows?
This could be a Masterpiece.
i just wrote a dumb short poem hoping I could find a random word within it and
BOOM
this happened
Composition in Retrospect; BODY
dOes not
Define
You
BUT
yOur eyes
Disagree
Yet again
(it would not let me keep the format I created for the aesthetics of this poem, so I bolded the letters that should have stayed linear to read BODY)
attempt at get(ting) drunk
Response to Sonnet 56
I was fortunate enough to hear Paul speak about Sonnet 56 this week and it was interesting as to how much information he has about the different types of poem forms that can followed, also listening to him do a reading of Sonnet 56 was wonderful as well, and how he was inspired to write some of the pieces was great too.
I thought it was really witty and and funny at times, all the while using beautiful language.
Something about Nothing
Sonnet 56 Villanelle response
Sonnet 37
Sonnet XXXVII
Dear Ezra, hello. It is 2:37 a.m.
Inside my room, air is thick with regret
In my head. Dreams of Grace Potter
At the Independent. The night we met.
Moon, it used to illuminate us two
Now it hangs and shines and mocks
In the city: my mistake is a shadow
Following. "Transcendence," you said.
About our moon. Reminded of Jeffrey Lewis
You clenched your fist over your heart
And made it hard to breathe. You know
Ezra, tonight, and every night, I can't
Listen to that song you wrote me.
It kills me. Now I'm dreading June
Your eyes will shine, no doubt, just
Not for me. At any rate, not soon.
Forsaken: our remorseful incandescent moon.
This day is not today
It is not tomorrow
But yet just a moment in a span of nothing
That sits in texts books of yesterday
Yesterday is always late
My nose is running, and my sense of awareness is hiding
My grandma can’t seem to die
And it’s all because yesterday will never amount to anything
Tomorrow is stunted
We lied and cheated and now
Potential can’t be reached and mama just cries alone
We fucked the future, because that’s all we’ve ever known
The past never seems surprised
It’s cynical, because it knows how humans are
The past takes the angst-y role
So I can try and believe that life is good and happiness is possible
Birthday Wish
Get Drunk creative response
Sonnet II, Cage Style
Dear Margie, hello. IT is 5:15 a.m.
dEar Berrigan.
He dieD.
Back to books. I read
It's 8:30 p.m. in NEwYork and I've
been Running around all day
old come-all-ye's stReel into the streets
Yes, it Is now,
How Much LonGer Shall I
be Able To Inhabit
The DiviNe
and the day iS bright gray turning green
feminine marvelOus and tough
watching the suN come up
over the Navy Yard to write
scotch-tapE body
in a noTebook
had 17 and 1/2 milligrams
Dear Margie,
hEllo. It
iS 5:15 a.m.
fucked til 7 nOw
She's late
To work and I'm 18 so why
are my hands shakIng I should know better
FuCk I need a C
So yeah it fell apart at the end, also blog wont let me post with the letters in the middle
Monday, April 5, 2010
Creative Response to Sonnets by Ted Berrigan
Dear God, hello. It is 1:30 am.
dear Mary, she shelters those
Looking in the mirror, I gaze
Its 4:30 pm in Chicago and I'm exhausted walking
up a thousand steps to the top of the attic. Wow, I can see,
When Is The Impossible Just Improbable
the moon is pale blue turning clear
forgetful revealing and memorable
tearing at the mention of Forgiveness
to take a black and white picture
5 by 7 inches
Dear God, hello. It is 1:30 am
doomed till 3, he is sleeping with one eye open, and I'm
just 17 so why am I having trouble breathing I should believe
"Sanity in Retrospect"
of whAt happened
is not what happeneD
as everyoNe remembers
nor arE their memories false.
to underStand is to defy time
and Space, as defined by popular convention.
i Must have been
abAndoned by my
senses, formed aD hoc impressions
all and Nothing
of what i rEmember
iS in the mangled wake of
the Situation not at hand.
hallucinations perMeate
what’s lucid, Abstract molds
wrap arounD
transitions, Needing
air to breathE to die
or not die depending on the Season,
So the rhythm goes
suppose the Music
ends inside the plAce of conception
where the minD eats its own tail
even possibility has a patterN
a brain in flux is stability Embraced
so I Said while i was in motion
Stop.
all that I recall reMains
wrong from the right Angle
of the straight-eDged ruler’s point of view.
curvature causes a warped frame of refereNce
and thE thing about this world,
is that it’S all round
and Spinning.
Not soMething that possesses definition
nonetheless explAined
in packageD parcels
delivered by the toNgue
sent from over seas, over spacE,
unwrapped String unwraveled time,
reality disperSed.