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Emily Dickinson favorites (1101-1775)

The earth has many keys.
Where melody is not
Is the unknown peninsula.
Beauty is nature’s fact.

But witness for her land,
And witness for her sea,
The cricket is her utmost
Of elegy to me. Continue reading

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selections from Benvenuto Cellini’s autobiography

I intend to tell the story of my life with a certain amount of pride Continue reading

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“Workweek” by Keith Gaboury

On Monday, I slipped out of my skin
in the parking lot, leaving
my freckles rotting in the sun.

On Tuesday, I gave my liver
a vacation in the breakroom.

On Wednesday, I scooped out
my eyeballs, happy to display them

in a glass of ice tea
to my co-worker Sam.

On Thursday, I panfried
my testicles, serving two globes

during our spaghetti and meatballs
office party.

On Friday, I poked a pen
through my stomach lining

where I wrote a two-week declaration
of war to the VP of Cadaver Development.

On hands and knees, I stuffed
my guts under his door

before stumbling past
a slab of putrefied flesh. Continue reading

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the lady’s trident

as naked as the cautious doe in spring—
a natural living beauty to behold—
your eyes, lips, olive skin in prelude sing—
annihilation—thighs of yours unfold.

still deadlier a force a man may find—
in hiding—beating quietly your breasts—
heart—bloody with unnumbered names unsigned—
a thousand sonnets whipped away like pests.

and deeper yet remains a thing of fear—
when wakened wills all kraken back to sleep—
your spirit—lancing thru the world’s veneer,
parading truth thru streets, obedient sheep.

sole equal to your power to destroy—
your essence manifest of peace and joy. Continue reading

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selections from The San Francisco Poets by David Meltzer

The DNA molecule is the memory. It is the memory of the meat. Four billion years of memory telling you to be a mammal. (274) Continue reading

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on Swift

If I may share a word or two—
And in his rhyme and rhythm too—
I’d like to riff on Jonathan Swift,
Whom I assure you is not missed.

The famous Irish writer’s name,
Though wreathed as Pope’s in golden flame,
Should be extinguished from the shelves
And thereby save us from ourselves.
For I’m familiar (as are you)
With Lilliputians and the yahoo,
Widespread as Carroll’s Cheshire.
And yet, this is not satire:
I’d sooner smash my eyes with gavels
Than read more of that Gulliver’s Travels!
“His magnum opus,” so they say,
But still just spittle, drunkard’s spray.
If that’s the best, then what’s the worst?
My friends, avoid his tiresome verse.
Misogynistic, biting, dull,
The work of a self-loving skull.
Oh watch him whack on Whigs and Tories!
Another poem? More dreadful stories…

So if you find yourself slipping
To ancient eras’ black ink dripping,
To Woolf or Dickens, Dryden drift,
But God forbid you pick up Swift. Continue reading

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an Elizabethan sonnet celebrating two years of Natalie

THE ORIGINAL, WRITTEN AT THE LIVING GALLERY IN BROOKLYN WITH A NOISE ROCK BAND WAILING

deserts, beaches, sunsets rise–
in beauty–paralleled by only you–
for whom my love burns even brighter
in celebration of our year two.

THE HANDWRITTEN VERSION, 120 CHARACTERS AS REQUIRED BY BLOOMTHAT

seaside sun & desert stars — in beauty paralleled by only you, for whom my love burns deeper in celebration of year two Continue reading

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selections from J.R.R. Tolkien’s translation of Beowulf

‘Now for a little while thy valour is in flower; but soon shall it be that sickness or the sword rob thee of thy might, or fire’s embrace, or water’s wave, or bite of blade, or flight of spear, or dreadful age; or the flashing of thine eyes shall fail and fade; very soon ’twill come that thee, proud knight, shall death lay low.’ Continue reading

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fornyrðislag acid

acid asteroids || astound my soul,
entity unseen, || elephantine.

life they lend me || love they convey
freedom they hail || flinging me from
bed a banshee || bound for concrete
shaking stupid || stopping not at all.
constellation of || chemicals jitter
bouncing endless || below, above bobbing
masses of moving || men and women,
asinine apes || all addicted.

visions in color || verve in music
beasts of house || billow, swell out
ricocheting || richly and large
vicious, vivacious, || vaulted against the walls.
soul in thunder || summoned breaks through
dark clouds deeply || drowned in body,
promenading its || patient power
out the feeble || outer body’s shell.

waking wondrous || from weeklong sleep,
anima answers: || the anthem is acid. Continue reading

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orchid

alive and long and slender like lightning,
its purple pours forth face-first into sky.
a tower of dark green, a splash of white,
a beauty so supreme–Nature’s writing. Continue reading

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