May 2013
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Insanity's Faithless Vixen: I'm such a romantic →
acollectionofsleeplessnights:
Because the universe can fit into the tip of a ballpoint pen. 0.5’s I used to doodle on your scars and connected them like constellations. Eventually I found every star in the Milky Way after doing what I am going to loosely call “abstract art.”
Because the world ain’t so big you know. And if I type my address—point A.
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Original Face: Dog Suicide →
ituala:
on the harbor freeway
heavy traffic 6 P.M. home to the pad
the kids in back and me watching, careful
the front and back
sweating behind r&b at the steering wheel
the dog
saw it standing there
about a mile up
cars sudden slowing to keep
from hitting the dog
that threatened to
go out on…
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LXXII
Heav’n but the vision of fulfill’d Desire,
And Hell the Shadow of a Soul on Fire,
Cast on the Darkness into which Ourselves,
So late emerged from, shall soon expire.
Omar Khayyam
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“Maybe we love our dolls because we can’t love ourselves,” a friend of mine—an...”
– “Relations” by Eula Biss
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Consider carefully:
When did it become four am?
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If my love gets lost in a black hole I'll only...
listen
i don’t believe in heaven
but i do believe in heavenly bodies
like ours, colliding and swirling into one
another, spirited tangle or tango
aren’t the arms of the Mice flung out
in dance, coiling around each others’ necks
until death do us come together
two salacious celestials at the other end
of an intergalactic voyeur.
making love and making light don’t seem so
different...
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I don’t mean to disappoint. I’m just not sorry when I do.
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Dolls (3)
plastic succubae, they haunted my childhood sleep-those
throbless creatures with odd necks that snapped or crumbled
when thrown from the bed or bashed with a hammer
and i would wake into the welcoming dark, relieved
for those rosy-cheeked specters with fingers that would not part
had vanished and i could will myself to better dreams, forget
those blank voids that caused me cringings-for...
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The Invention of Your Face
I was waiting when you came back from
Argentina—the summer you smuggled
Dulce de leche in your luggage. You talked
About the film: you’d discovered how
The proscenium shifted, haloing the body
In the camera gaze—and how you emerged
Through that fluid arch each frame. You’d
Missed me, you’d missed her: six years old
And suddenly shy in your presence. You
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“But I must finally realize that I am subject to these sudden transformations....”
– Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
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found an oyster in the harbor but instead of finding a pearl
when i opened it up it played jazz
a music box mollusc
salt water/fresh soul
hippest bivalve this side of the mid-atlantic ridge
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“Fifteen years old and I cry every night.
I know there’s nothing special about...”
– Study with a Little Tedium by Roque Dalton
April 2013
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This Market
Can you find another market like this?
Where, with your one rose
you can buy hundreds of rose gardens
Where, for one seed you get
a whole wilderness? For one weak
breath, the divine wind?
Rumi
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On Feminine Nature and Public Decency
Spartan girls
are naked-thighed and man-crazy.
Ibykos
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“Get a radio or a phonograph capable of the most extreme loudness possible, and...”
– Let Us Know Praise Famous Men by James Agee
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“I went to heaven-
‘Twas a small town”
– Emily Dickinson
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“’I remembered Adam’s supplication to his Creator. But where was mine? He had...”
– Paradise Lost by John Milton
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Where There is a Fountain of Youth There Must Also...
Walk down the sidewalk and everything turns to sand. A silvery thread of moisture expands and soon the paved boulevards become rivers, the cars become boats and then they become trash. They are flotsam, floating aimlessly up and down the crisscrossing canals like space junk, going nowhere but always going.
Meridians becomes sandbanks and now the other side of the street has become a continent...
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Object Lesson
1. ANIMATION
Over the bookcase
between a T’ang musician and a Oaxaca pitcher
incandescent, lively,
with glittering eyes of silver-paper
watching us come and go
the little sugar skull.
2. MASK OF TLALOC CARVED IN TRANSPARENT QUARTZ
Petrified waters.
Old Tlaloc sleeps, within,
dreaming rainstorms.
3. THE SAME
Touched by light
quartz has become cascade.
Upon its waters floats the...
howbraillesounds:
There are men like fine wine and then there are some who really are just cheap beers that get you drunk too quickly and you wake up sober in the dumps.
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“People speak of the heart as the seat of love, but in his profession he knows...”
– Lap Dissolve by Robert Coover
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بوسطن يحب سوريا وكابول أيضا
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I Would Fly to the Very Foot of Your Mountains
I would go anywhere
to take you in my arms
again, my darling.
Sappho
