Jules Dassin RIP!!! |
One of the greatest film directors ever has just passed away. I highly recommend watching his movies and viewing them in succession to gain a sense of his aesthetic. Absolutely brilliant, his life and...
Posted by Epic Poem on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 10:48:00 PST |
Faith Healing Death |
the oregon trail has failed
you in your
faith healing death,
God’s odd way to welcome.
Posted by Epic Poem on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 11:17:00 PST |
The Way of the Rain |
What language was that
Drifting across
The grey fabric
Of your leg?
The uncovered spaces
Near my eye
Still ache
From the dull wind,
Someone left a pin
In there after my birth.
The entire...
Posted by Epic Poem on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 08:07:00 PST |
Quia pulvis es, et in pulverem reverteris |
If the fall is
it is
I who am falling
The wall and the bell
And the silver
Tree hell,
The print of the smell
And the dizzy
Song
My head is spinning (Like a whirlpool)
The endless...
Posted by Epic Poem on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 08:27:00 PST |
Cardinal Forty |
"Something about being shot bothers me." My pal Zach, in the Army, 89-93
Forty and then tambourine kaleidoscopes
Forty
Arizona Red
The more we learn of war the more we learn
No one...
Posted by Epic Poem on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 11:52:00 PST |
a b |
The airlight whistle
Moves on your lips
Ivory drifting down
Eyes closing slowly
As water floods
Through the lids
To saturate the red surface
The trail animals made
Leads to the space
Under the...
Posted by Epic Poem on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 09:21:00 PST |
no logos |
Logos
Twenty seven up, twenty seven down.
The perfect game.
A friendly hanging;
Naked ideas bound to
Global writhing styles;
Torpedoes two hours late for atonement day.
Bloodless vapor.
&nb...
Posted by Epic Poem on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 02:15:00 PST |
Light Magnetic |
Did we guess driftwood senseless
In the lightening
On your arm, green
Table elbow
In your sleeping eyes?
..
If the world around
Your mind
Was painted in that
Interior shade,
What colors would
Turn di...
Posted by Epic Poem on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 10:01:00 PST |
Circle End |
The Circle End
Soundless motion,
this is a feral wind;
a movie on dust legs,
in neon and sodium colors
the warm war blooded
shadeless and armored
are the back light.
All the candy plast...
Posted by Epic Poem on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 08:49:00 PST |
A Flag This Morning, As A Witness, Was Silent |
This Mornings Dead Walk Warless
This morning's dead walk warless
In a water worn sewer
light.
"Island, island is this
where your graveyard endeavor
comes undone to the sleepless?"
Detri...
Posted by Epic Poem on Thu, 03 Jan 2008 08:13:00 PST |
