Nick and Kate's Infinite Dance List |
SO HERE IT IS--PRETTY HOT! LET'S KEEP GROWING IT... ANY SUGGESTIONSFROM THE PEANUT GALLERY? I'VE WORKED REAL HARD ON THE ORDER OF SONGS SOTHE FLOW FEELS RIGHT... CAN'T WAIT TO "PUT THE BONES TO USE," ...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Feb 2009 13:39:00 GMT |
Can it be three springs since.... |
Cut Up PoemFirst I had threeapocalyptic visions, each more terrible than the last;didn't seem a challenge to anyone's sense of permanenceMy wits begin to turnCome on, my boy. How dost my boy? Art col...
Posted by on Tue, 08 May 2007 19:14:00 GMT |
Longing |
and contentment
"Morning Sun, 1952" Edward Hopper
Posted by on Sun, 28 Mar 2004 08:29:00 GMT |
spring and all |
"Lifeless in appearance, sluggish
dazed spring approaches-"
William Carlos Williams
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the all to come
later, with the sun
impossible to recall
its slant on street ...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Mar 2004 11:48:00 GMT |
sing in your chains like the sea |
The Idea of Order at Key West
Wallace Stevens
She sang beyond the genius of the sea.
The water never formed to mind or voice,
Like a body wholly body, fluttering
Its empty sleeves; and yet it...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Mar 2004 16:06:00 GMT |
clarification |
don't confuse the poem with the poet
"this is not for you, this never was for you, fuck you"
ohhhh, and here's a big fuck you (and a lot of love) to my boys in the colder clime--
it was 63 and ...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Feb 2004 18:42:00 GMT |
gullible's travels |
rip your heart
off the cuff
and put it back
in your chest.
open eyes wide now.
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1.
your look
the way the light lost itself to the season
2.
th...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Feb 2004 18:27:00 GMT |
bruises and reflections |
through the radio a jazz singer
slings her song, "what a difference
a day makes." I listen through
to the last note. Difference.
The result of subtracting this
from that. Divided.
This mom...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Feb 2004 17:36:00 GMT |
CUT UP |
I recently taught a creative writing workshop entitled "Cut through: Media messages and the poetic form" in which we worked on centos and cut up poems using mass media. The following is a poem I comp...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jan 2004 21:36:00 GMT |
