poem-a-day week23 “The radical civility of the lover”
October 4-10, 2010 week23: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
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Close 2nd place choices for this week’s teaser(s) are the really neat collab. art/dada writing ex. zine pages from the workshop i taught 10/7, online now: Yes I’ll bill rarely, Sherry. And a poem i wrote that’s a kind of conversation w. a variety of internet personalities/sources/bloggers: #155.
157. October 8, 2010 (fri. tinys cambridge premiere w. jill tracy/zoe boekbinder/dakota belle witt!)
“featuring our own Mick Ronson of the mando’”
We’re precious in black and white Puzzle piece expressions
Stories of cyanide in the cookie selectionDeadly songbook beside the lead tea tray—
Antipasto at the lesbian bistro
Vegan coconut carrot soup will let us singIt’s important to weigh each talisman
In your hand before it xylophones your ribs
All night from around your un-scarved neckPick up some stray noise makers
At the army surplus, it’s a military masque next week
Meff’s voice is anchor’d underwaterMy height can turn street corner bowler tricks
Pimp derby hat you’ll see as only the Good Ship Lolli-pop
Sheer force of corkscrew curlsScrewy prevert thoughts whisper-lisped
Brown bumblebee lips’ singular curses
Couldn’t your clarinet have been smaller?Gimp! Drop that mandolin
Don’t pound the keys— cease
Being our buxom violist’s footstool
And take that average-sized wood
-wind out the back way
i cannot stress enough how much you need to go explore David Aquilina’s full gallery from the night. displays our relentlessly sezual antics…
the rest of the poems li(v)e below!
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153. October 4, 2010 (wk23 start, mon. toys practice)
Chili crock pot bursting with meat fuels
Genderful arias, drag king definitions—
It’s ok to use faux French, we’re all feather’dFriends here misunderstanding the passage
The melody to unlock the pyramid
Curse your oversensitive sense of personal tragedyIt’s time for a smoke break…
Such a relief to be demoted
From fire starter to party planner,
Writer alcys just want to get down
On a wet dance floor
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154. October 5, 2010 (tues.)
Wrapped up, inherited professor
Coat unapologetically corduroy
Without elbow patchesSteel-coloured steel-cut bobs
And opaque tights offer mandolin
Nouveau posters rolled into my bagPapyrus tea, leaves at the bottom of purse
Heavy in my left (fretting) hand
Digging into— deepening life line, palm strumYou had a good day, we’re celebrating
Under orange, non-load bearing structures
Guilty pleasure Tecate in a can
Would make me too sleepy to enjoy
“Disney de la Muerte” decor
one of the awesome zine pages made by an attendee (Josie) of my zine workshop last thurs. 10/7. new Nibletzine flickr. the workshop’s collection i named, “Yes I’ll bill rarely, Sherry” (as an anagram of Lesley Sherrill Library +1 y) tee hee.
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155. October 6, 2010 (wed.)
A poem conversation-response to some internet
We’re having a tiny meeting
Mini set-list business, really
Board forces a vote for sushi, udonTariffs and hot stone gestures of thanks
Treyf topics ahead, gristly jokes
To leave on guests’ plates at the next dinner show
.One-woman zine sweatshop
All the sad white girls
Sewing up their abdominal aortasAfter pulling novels out
We’re all medicated now
That we have 2’s in our ages adding weightTo the three miles of sky on our backs
Licking Rx lipstick off our teeth
As we write away the “zombie virus”Interim years where we couldn’t
Write and not writing killed our nerve
The nerves in our fingertipsToo-long nails toppling inkpots
Onto maps— un-elaborate ancient Egyptian
Irrigation plans, a way out
Of our mind collapse
+Bonus poem! from my in-workshop dada exercise of collaging books (medical & hippy self-help amazing!)— writing by word removal. felt a bit like i was reading army documents when i was done blacking things out.
The excrectory system
Holy always
the philosopher’s quest/ion
in my blood
Hopes love bad morals
A swinging pelvis bakes
spiced food
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156. October 7, 2010 (thurs. zine workshop words/art)
Here at the institute for May pole dances
And wagon rides through green
Everyone’s game for exquisite corpse thesaurusAutopsies for post-modern dogma
Dada scalpels for posterior incisions on anatomy books
Post-mortems after reckless use of glitter glueHere we teach a hodge podge of backstitching
Pandora’s pamphlets back together
After censoring and rebinding this anthology of eschatology (of course)
Meff’s amazing baconian/Copernican page
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#157 above-the-cut
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158. October 9, 2010 (sat., HONK! carpool mum & post-gigweek xhaustion)
The radical civility of the lover
Sleeping the brass band day
and the goody bags
under my eyes awayDreams spent shopping around
For childhood glitter baton with
Water, the still life on the merch tableLast night, Alef-bet foxtrotting
Around our brown bag zines, tinsel
Streamers around strong man
Quick stop at the macrobiotic buffet
Under ultra-violet crystals
Culty bluebell-hued lightPamphleture on the immoral erotic
Technology, tempeh and taro root
To go while we go cat sit in LincolnLet Calysto fancy-boy cat out
To nuzzle chives near commuter rail
Tracks while we sit in tiny tea candle halosPollute ourselves with smoke, caffeine
Incorrect winter constellations—
Orion’s belt but no cock
Visible this far out of our surrealives, the city
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160. October 10, 2010 (sun.)
Affluent nations of pine trees
Shadows caressing my neighbours
As we pass by in the steampunk paradePocket of stilt-walkers doing the wave
Dangerously above children unicyclers
My first HONK! parade dissolvedInto ‘Bringin’ Sexy (Circus) Back’
In the busker’s park, blue haired babies
Two miles of faces, slow mo’ plasticBicycle streamers, effortless pinwheel
Windmilling in front of velvet stomach
Drunken pirate anthems in broad daylight
loads more ENSMB HONK! pix (of not me) from “imbedded photojournalist” David Aquilina super soon. it was a real privileg’ to be a steampunk cog in their mischief in the machine. a friend said upon seeing my costume, “jojo! you’re all steampunk’d out. it’s a good look on you.” Flapper gone wild?
