Saturday, March 31, 2012


"His passion for the anti-poetic is a blood passion and not a passion of the inkpot. The anti-poetic is his spirit's cure. He needs it as a naked man needs shelter or as an animal needs salt. To a man with a sentimental side the anti-poetic is that truth, that reality to which all of us are forever fleeing." -Wallace Stevens, on William Carlos Williams

umptying, a song

functions um where     brave an unction      to sheen with umption     there adumbrated     & where they     wait umbellate     humming their shuns     but um who care     whence umbrages     diffract bear down     on wages rave on on     gumption gumming up     upon where um functions

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Occupy Poetry

"The word produced through these men is the idea of an invert buried by his animal response to things, who has forgotten (through the martyrdom of time and things) that the word has been invented. The invert is he who eats his self, and desires that his self nourish him." -Antonin Artaud, fr. "Revolt Against Poetry," trans. Jack Hirschman

Friday, March 16, 2012


this already feels dated.
dig the shape, tone of tweets but not the venue. epigrammatic. takes a special comportment & heed for relevance. tact.
I like to share irrelevant things. like what I had for dinner. or what my cats might say in human language. I'm sure you appreciate these.
poem-audiences will tolerate self-deprecating brags, too, as they're looking for something that speaks to them. don't retweet this.
consoling myself about how long since my last fuck by remembering the last time I fucked was in (sic) Lake Tuscaloosa. not working.
least you can get away w/ drab confessionalism in poetry. just call it liminal. more patience. your audience obv. has nothing better to do.
art of the bad poem. smart of the favorited tweet. the canny everyday permits messianic interventions, but you can always follow DONGLORD69
the form demands a certain wit achieved by some more than others. what interests me is the sense of implied mastery automatically conferred.
"Your Tweet was over 140 characters. You'll have to be more clever."
there's a sort of rigor in constraint, as well as relief. if you haven't said it by now, you're not saying it right. poetweet. psh. the myth of poetry as violation is outmoded.
what're you gonna do when Kony gets famous. do #awp sluts look like porn bots (i.e. authentic). poems as temporal. tweets as immortal.
"How small a thought it takes to fill a whole life." -L. Wittgenstein #wellread #lookatme #lastwordproblems

Monday, March 12, 2012

this isn't happening

she says I like to be tossed why don't you throw me around more like a plaything she's so light what if you break she says you're too worried about hurting me I once butted heads nearly broke this girl's nose I said I don't wanna hurt you sometimes she says maybe some pain is worth it and I did and she hits and again hits she tumbles she says pull my hair we nearly fall off sometimes we can't walk right after and I was afraid but she asks again and then again each time we do and I was still afraid of what isn't happening she doesn't break like I imagined doesn't bruise or dry even and I kept saying I don't I just don't want to hurt you she says I think that's your problem and I'm afraid I'm still afraid I left her in pieces she said you're missing the point I just don't want to hurt anyone I check up on her to see if she's okay she said you worry too much but I think she just doesn't want me to hurt to know she was hurt she wanted me to think she's okay and I don't want to hurt anyone I just don't want to hurt anyone I just don't want to hurt any

Thursday, March 1, 2012