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A smashed up table and chairs lie piled
up against the wall in the gallery . . .
a sign reads 'Disappointment Number Seven'
In the same room, a wooden coffee table
has been neatly sawn in half, each half
is sitting on top of a washing machine . . .
a sign reads'Unresolved Conflict'
Right at the back of the room, a long
plank of wood is resting at an angle of 43 degrees
to the…
ContinueAdded by william james falls on March 27, 2012 at 21:51 — 3 Comments
From: I/Thou ext. close up.
Because I love you and life
as it so appears
we all shall join hands and wish so fervently
a cure to all ills
of our own poverties, of time, money or madness
Because I love you and loathe life
I will enter the progressive stream
the sweetest wishes and embraces
of an iron maiden snapped shut
acupuncture needles ever surrounding me
because you love me, and life
you will…
Added by AutoPirate on March 24, 2012 at 8:30 — No Comments
Sound to reed,
waves through a wonder of chiaroscuro
in a mangrove a musician goes duckhunting
specious to the angry mallard
foot aspurred and a violent fuck
on closing in to an open throat of night security
do you have my number? the oboist shuffles
through their oh so kitschy rolodex
"where was their name again
Al, Alex, Alan, Allan, Alen, Alen, Alen, and Allen"
Added by AutoPirate on March 24, 2012 at 8:24 — No Comments
Charles Mingus hermetic,
collective Mingus and many collectives of Mingii
3-d planar tesselation
by customs, allow many shapes to inhabit
the only thing pure in this world is now under doubt,
by ontomathematics, where do they stand?
quick, Where's Nature?
Permutations nods about some wandering habit
us, the rule of three, the gang of four, we have the One, to land on the two and
the filthy fives. Hunt…
Added by AutoPirate on March 24, 2012 at 7:30 — No Comments
A swashbuckler is a brave and flamboyant person that engages in daring and romantic adventures. We have always loved best our film swashbucklers who fight evil, endlessly rescue their significant others and save their less brave compatriots from certain death with lots of derring-do.
Even though we should recognise all…
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Five pebbles lie on my bookshelf
to remind me of this trip, they
come from a beach,
a beach of small pebbles
all the way to the water's edge,
not a grain of sand in sight.
The early morning tide comes
rolling in, and I bend down,
sinking my right hand into the
Irish Sea, it is cold. Withdrawing
my hand I taste the saltwater
on my tongue, and I am
back again some fifty years
or more on that…
ContinueAdded by william james falls on March 16, 2012 at 20:58 — 1 Comment
Brother, Brother and Brother
Brethren, please stand for
the chop.
The name of the rose was
Love
and a whole lot of shaking, shushing and STFUing
going on.
And who is to say you have no apetite for distraction,
and do not we
all
at some time wish to be herb to
mortar and pestle
to the mixmaster blender
for an easy pesto, ay?
Black and Gold label pasta, staple of champions
until wiser…
Added by AutoPirate on March 14, 2012 at 20:00 — 1 Comment
Hark, what lite through yonder Windows break,
It is the East, and her name is Juliet Capulet,
HTML! the rhyme, in what'sinhername!
Romeo, oh why was thy file not found,
escapeth the family confines,
of your well-to-do patrician Montagues,
O, heaviness, man, in linux,
and linux in heaviness,
Tybalt, prints off Macs, default is yours!
No, sire, you shall walk next to the wall
as I have right of way upon the bold hand…
Added by AutoPirate on March 14, 2012 at 19:56 — No Comments
Added by Ethel Mildred Malley on March 13, 2012 at 13:30 — No Comments
So what else is new?! Sorry Adrian but this has been a point of discussion since before the anthology Mother I'm Rooted (ed Kate Jennings) came out in 1975 to the 'embarrassment' of so many...male poets?
Anyway I'm glad you brought it up because not a lot has changed in terms of editing, cliques and power. What has changed I think is the emergence of so many strong women poets—whether they are anthologized or not! N.S.
Added by Nicolette Stasko on March 13, 2012 at 12:30 — 1 Comment
The overloud talker sets the mood,
Her life and times cringe forth,
The carriage fills with tales of torture.
Across the way the music man is sitting,
Head throbbing with moronic mutterings,
He's plugged into portable suffering.
In front, a suburban family of seven
Go through their daily dose of pantomine,
Complete with five kids running amok !
Next to them the lovers lie low
Uttering paeans of…
ContinueAdded by william james falls on March 12, 2012 at 17:48 — 2 Comments
I am an open book.
Turn those dried, crisp leaves and read sordid tales
Of my past and scribbles for the future.
Don't judge me by the smudges that scar the reading.
Where tears have splashed the ink across the page and
Obliterated the passions of that hour.
Perhaps, you will be able to fill blank spaces
Where my tired soul has omitted to make mention of
Trying times that needed too much of an explanation.
On…
ContinueAdded by THE BARD on March 11, 2012 at 21:30 — No Comments
2 crooked veneers
plunge the mattress surface.
From behind, totalitarian misery
devours, enjoying weeds and thorns.
I’ve found a handbook for the lonely,
the ingredients are spiteful.
But, neatly folding the wise man’s blouse
I lean in to smell the pages.
Now ants come surging under the door
in kaleidoscopic waves, swelling with desire.
There isn’t time to show them
but we’re seeping through the callico.
Suck, suck, suck! Then, a…
Added by Aimee-lee on March 11, 2012 at 18:57 — No Comments
There's been a bit of discussion today about the new VIDA stats on gender bias in various journals.
Here's what the stats look like for BlackInc's…
ContinueAdded by Adrian Wiggins on March 8, 2012 at 11:00 — 32 Comments
Added by Adrian Wiggins on March 5, 2012 at 22:14 — 3 Comments
The smallest thing
that twitches,
tweets or trembles
on branch or leaf
can trigger my
imagination.
For those small
things have more
mystery and magic,
not to mention the
wisdom of the ages
in them than all of
the 'Big' things we
hold near and dear,
the electronic, supersonic
inter-galactic bits of
plastic that encapsulate
our known world,
hand held gateways
to…
ContinueAdded by william james falls on March 3, 2012 at 11:56 — No Comments
Let's speak a common tongue.
Erase boundaries and barriers
That have bred deep trenches
And left hearts and minds
Bristling with the hurt; the rage and the hate
That politicians exploit to strengthen the "STATE".…
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