U in the UK?

If I lived in the UK I'd submit to the #6 edition to Dusie.

http://www.dusie.org/about.html

Jacket

Damn, what a nice-looking Jacket (July 2007)! 90 pages on humor in poetry, Fraser on "Placing silence" and more.

Cat Power

Thank you to any of you who turned me on to Cat Power. How I was oblivious for so long! I am certainly a fan now. I just saw her last night in concert, and she lived up to the great performances I'd heard about. (I wish I could go to the Pitchfork Festival? Enjoy, to those who do!)

This link tells you that she was the first woman to win "The Shortlist Prize." Sweet.

Regular Lovers

The dancing scene in the French film Regular Lovers is great!

A Polyurethane Heart

Hello to you. Soon I will go pedaling a first book of poems. If hope the sweetest chapbook publisher will gobble up Dead-Eye Spring, which has seen a lot of recent revisions. To those of you who know this poem, I confess to you that I fiddle for so long. Wish me the best. Likely I can wish you luck too as you pedal poems.

When you write poems, my life is better. Yesterday I said this corniness but meant it. And pedal bone is the principal bone in the hoof of a horse. Coffin bone is the other term. ("And" can be such fakery. And, in the presence of horse people I hesitate to write about horses; sugar lick or pedal bone.)

I have a new tortoise, so look for tortoise posts. I have found myself in the middle of a chapbook? called A Polyurethane Heart. I'm sure it will change. Yahoo! I want its simple exclamation back. To crave simplicity is a complicated matter; that's for scholars.

Here is one poem from "A Polyurethane Heart." Forget that. Here are 5 new new poems.




A Polyurethane Heart


Come up, no air, sorry. Such intolerable
stridor. Whether striking someone
or an apologetic wink, I can practice grace
but barbarity jettisons it. Don’t you want
to kiss a sexy lover, hold up placards
of emotions (remorse, briars, relentless,
get-off, wavelength, bad headshot, effort,
and fall-out). I happened to look when a kid
pushed a smaller kid off the teeter totter.
Thrown off my emoting polyurethane,
I could remember




the first time I saw an animal tied up
in an awful yelping or prancing in a yard
way, if I tried. She may've lunged at me
for saying it, that memories arise from effort,
cold to the touch, a dark temperature. Never
discuss the repercussions of a school paper’s
sentence like “In the times of ancient grease
a strigil was used, perfect too for shaving
strigose skin.” The information was there
but so what. I put my coat on backwards,
mocking a crowd, wiggling tragically cute,
thinking I was that. To make another corpse
scrape in the coating required your hand.




A cat, one man on the gurney, other
people, suffer heart palpitations. I rode
closer in on the heart, with a protective
covering for my eyes. Please don’t say
a number of years before later or before
as in “twenty years later” or “twenty years
before.” I’ll throttle the resins, coatings,
insulations, adhesives, foams, and fibers
or throw spiders at your slack jaw.
Cabello on top.




Gentle. I want to talk into handheld devices
about metallurgy, rust, cheesecloth, poly-
urethane for now, can there be any durables
left, the Merck manual’s heart section,
tiebreakers, bandages, an ice-creamed
cheek, what has snuck in. I twang a lot, pop
the microphone, order carryout
and fuss up my house. Don’t you want me
to rest. It is humorous in the dark. Are you?
Metallurgic, darling?



She's smacked me with a pork loin,
packages of seeds (I couldn’t catch
the names). A shopper walks back
to the bathroom, usually near the meat,
to sit there and miss someone.
The aisles shorten. After punishment
comes one lover who had doodled loops
or danced helluva a lot, had oily or
dry hair, not sure, braids or steady
nightmares, never helped anyone
unpack or feed on swan, except for
“Tuércele el cuello al cisne, " the best
gesture of slashing a past, trimming
hedges. For that we put on frocks.

Prizes

Prizes for the best plural word for poemish are...


-Repeated lashings from an oversize lord
-A visit from the cheeseclothsmith
-A visit to Turkey Valley gas station store with the big square hole in the wall near the toilet. That one, definitely a suspicious prize.

Multiplicity

Multiplicity



sweet friend and I rode from Iowa City to Boston yesterday
21 hours straight, damn rain in Ohio/Pennsylvania, an oversize

lord getting off the ramp at "Lord's Valley"

or was it "Paradise Valley"?

see my new turtle Gertrude climbing the glass 

we had given ten dollars to a student 

(what he called himself) driving a "40,000 thousand dollar car"
(how he proved his parents could pay us back double) 

who had ran out of money for gas. Dear Universe, 

May That Lost $10 Given to that Spoiled Rich Kid driving Said Car Return through a Multiplicity of Riches Unbenownst to us.

melissa dancing

melissa dancing

nico dangling on melissa dancing and andy and m
miss you


love,
janine

A job

A job

is like a calendar with with no moo(ns).


(an infection, mutiple choosers)

Whose whoot?
Great-Horned Owl, I believe
you left. Nibble.

Mom (a poet once told me to say mother) says
never get in the middle.

The Apartment

In two years I haven’t filled the ice cube tray

“Is twelve o’clock tomorrow, alright?”

Sitting on the computer chair I wait for them to leave my apartment

My slowly undoes itself

Possible renters wear shoes, t-shirts, pants

The poet doesn’t remember saying she wanted to write a three-sentence novel

I make a disc of ninety-five photos for a friend who just bailed on our moving plans

Lately I don’t haul ass and I'm tired of being alone

Gurgle is all that occurs to me or, I am lonely as hail

Movers, answer the phone at ten p.m. on a Sunday

Moochers sound better as lickplates

My selfishness extends to licking plates

Can I have a drag?

"I don’t want to be smart in poems"

"I don’t want to be smart in poems"

Can I kiss you?
Can I kiss the you that or who hasn’t been kissed?
Can I kiss the heat beneath you?
Can I kiss the buzzard of your faults?
Can I kiss the lyrics the singer forgot? I will kiss
Ella and Mack the Knife. Ella calls out her name.
I am making a wreck out of not being small, not a child
suctioned cupped to pity. I am kissing. Cheryl is making bluebirds
tell the truth or tip a bad waiter and dance and dance and dance.
The arms detached. I love that part. The blue basket out of blue.
I will kiss Lou Rawls instead.

translation

Hello,

I have a translation of a poem by Mexican poet Tedi López Mills on the online journal Xchanges.

If you are so inclined, I hope you take a look.

The Full Moon, tonight.
Get a checkup.

La Commune

I'm halfway through Peter Watkins' film "La Commune" about the 1871 brief socialist revolution in Paris. It's worth watching how he blends historical research with a modern media twist. I hate to tell you more than watch it. Here's a link about it.

I suppose this week was french-themed since I also saw Jean Renoir's "The Rules of the Game." Viola.

The next post is unrelated to this one.

go see that

1.

go see that



bird foreigner.
the succulents.
to be peaceable.
to wrangle that.

distant answer.


(nothing ringing)



2.


the miser and his ilk.
flunky and the floozie.
a hunk named Dory.

not that.
all over that.



3.

clothe me.

not with enchantment's
one day sale


speedy crinolines
the clunky rich

my speech 

biceps



4.


get another movie
of a dead singer

light gone lime

say you were always there
for the songs

The ground had it.

The ground had it.

"Figures! I’ve had it. You always get the good arts."

Bullets.

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A question for men:

Do you use a booklight in bed?

Egyptian

A la Lamoureux, hey mr., I checked out my Egyptian astrological sign...

Isis Honorable, straightforward and idealistic. Active and self-confident. Colors: male: white, female: blue Compatible Signs: Osiris, Thoth Dates: Mar 11 - Mar 31, Oct 18 - Oct 29, Dec 19 - Dec 31 Role: Goddess of motherhood, women, and magic; goddess of the South; protector of Imseti (the son of Horus who watched over the canopic jar containing the liver) Appearance: Woman wearing the hieroglyph for "throne" on her head What is Your Egyptian Zodiac Sign? Designed by CyberWarlock of Warlock's Quizzles and Quandaries

Dear Squire

There was a question about the squire....thanks for asking...


Dear Squire,

You are the upheaval of olden language found in our poems. Our golden time machine. Logically this may not compute(grr). You have a future, and I am asking you to see into our future: its ore, whether profitable or extractable. Profit's a retrofitted disaster (more on that later). We is problematic, but I keep trying. No. This is nothing like my other poems.

Your servant,
2006

Back door of the Blog

It's been so long that I feel like I am sneaking into the back door of the blog.

Rusty doorknob, stained glass smeared with pigeon's work.
Dirty hand, knowable.

Beard alone. Quick.

Thwack the able
on the heavy-handed. We got a long way to go un-
ruly. The tools

are big and rusty. You will never take conundrum
away from me. Discombobulation, either,

sweet miser, even though your third-grade waddling
English teacher loved it too.

-ThE TodDlers coMe Running. ThEy DO