Poem for July 30
July 30, 2012 § Leave a comment
Lost Releases
The Disgruntled Few, “Desire Me, Desire My Dog” / “LP Lips” (Tar Pit)
The Brutal Ax Piggers, “Delectability” / “The M-Shaped Girl” (Swine Barn)
Long Tongues, “A Visit to the Star Morgue” / “Gumballs in My Throat” (Lolly)
League of the Lost, “Inevitability Stomp” / “Preface to Plato” (HoJo)
The Rasp, “Slobbering Brats” / “Filthy Heads Under Faucets” (Bark)
Mighty Joe Young, “The L-Ray Boy” / “Laughing for Money” (Funk & Wagnalls)
Nether Lip, “Gangrene, Gangrene, Mixture of Green Fat and Cream” (Talking Mule)
The Legion of Decency, “John Cage and the Half-Strange Girl” / “Lipless in Love” (4-Play)
Dog Tongues, “Squeeze Me Quick, I’m Leaking” / “Passing Gas in the Dark” (Data Dip)
Frightened Philistines, “I Felt the Shiver of Success” / “Tickle Me” (Dolomite)
Tiny Pink Tips, “Devoted to Dogs” / “Willimantic Afterlife” (Huge)
Three Teens Kill Four, “I Was Conceived at the Opera” / “Devils in My Skin” (Aureola)
Starface, “Slap My Me For Me, George” / “Knock-noggin Hollow” (Chop n Chop)
The Liquefiers, “Rhino Heat” / “I Had My Mask Torn Off at the Office” (Siren)
The Nematodes, “Black Mountain Sweethearts” / “Kidneystone Stew” (Sun)
The Iraquis, “Ayatollah So” / “Gurglin’ Down the Pipe” (Froggie’s Magic Twanger)
The Herald Angels, “Am I Moist Yet?” / “Hash-Brown Eyes” (Ex Cathedra)
Mamie & Ike, “Candy Lips” / “Drool” (Swannee)
The Liquids, “That’s the Dirt Talking” / “The Sound of Slippers on the Stairs of Life” (Mmmotion)
The Toadlings, “Pluckin’ Plankton” / “(I Woke Up with) Caterpillars for Toes” (Manna)
Sweet Rat Treat, “Let’s Grow Weird Together” / “The Druids Were Right” (Nonfat)
Mickey and the Evangelical Reunion, “Mouse Cakes” / “I Saw God at the Barber’s” (Righto)
Unusual Antibodies, “Relax, Relax — Get Tense, Get Tense” / “Trichinosis” (Infested Hog)
The Hubbies, “Hula Hoops in Hell” / “Hubba Hubba” (4H)
Dear Father Blink, “Ice Cream? More Like Frozen Dog Foam” / “Sealed Odors” (Cusp)
Itsy Bitsy, “Pork on the Vine” / “Tinted People After Dark” (Goodwill Industries)
Hamburg Patty and the Seeded Buns, “The Tinted People Go for a Cruise” / “Have You Got Enough Lotion for That Emotion?” (Dagwood)
Sneeze Pie, “Spread Your Money All Over My Face” / “Beefoleum” (Presto)
The Hyena Twins, “You Constipate My Mind” / “Heave Me, Feed Me to the Rocks Below” (Big Bhwana)
Rubber Uppers, “Jealous of Your Knees” / “The Girl with the High-Risk Glands” (IUD)
Young Americans for Freedom, “Challenge from Beneath the Snow, or How Dookie Made My Garden Grow” / “I Quiver for Moles” (New World)
Rapid Rob’t the Rabid Rabbit, “I Wiped the Drool from the Chin of Death” / “Icepick in My Mind” (Bronx Cheer)
The Ovoid Honeymooners, “Whistling Plasma” / “Birth in a Swamp” (Sploink)
Unnatural Yogurt, “Star Squeal” / “Tool and Die, or Just Die” (Agent Orange)
Dr. Indoctrinator & the Eternal Outcries, “What Do Women Want?” (parts 1 & 2, more forthcoming) (Fatter Platters)
Brain Augur and the Trepanning Room, “Lifting the Lid and Peeking Inside for Soup” (Nosey)
The Sobs, “Slim Slams the Slum” / “Do the Turnkey Trot” (Realtors Against Reality)
The Naughty Nuns, “Take It Easy With My Creases” / “Used Honey” (Mumps)
Active Cultures, “The Faculty Hag” / “Making Me Wait Is Making Me Wicked” (Sears)
The Azz, “Tonk Town” / “Little Lenny’s Lying Lips” (Pigwiggle)
-George F. Butterick, from The Collected Poems of… (The Poetry / Rare Books Collection, SUNY at Buffalo, 1988).
Poems for July 29
July 29, 2012 § Leave a comment
Mulholland Drive
A popstar’s a trunk in which vision’s
buried. That shrill almost-beauty begs
exegetes. Certain songs, events, films
corrode, and never become gestures
(Ashbery). In a thrust is such pleasure.
To die in her armpits, high octane!
But the song’s peppy, not compelling.
Exiting the ER, the gale took
up my petticoats, or would have if.
The Royal Tenenbaums
The price of real estate burns us all.
Replete with symbolic capital,
we conjured a chatelaine, brunette,
her silverplated scissors hinting
at replenishing the irises,
long-bearded and brown and spooky, and
the debate a hip one, phrases like
ice. Came a warm day, we were as gods.
But a sulky night, puke moon, horndog.
Two poems by Kathleen Ossip, from Cinephrastics (originally published by horse less press in 2006 as limited edition chapbook [the copy owned by Looking Back at Orpheus is 29/50]; now available for pdf download here).
Poem for July 28
July 28, 2012 § Leave a comment
Insomniac Alphabet, Part 2
N is now; N for navigate, next
O, oceanic; O, oh, oh; O was only
P is promise; P for paving blocks in bloom
Q: queen of sailing ships, queen of forgetfulness
R, the river-drowned boy, river-drawn map and border
S, sea not silent; S, the gulp the gasp the getting it down
T for timeworn thunder-fixed memory
U is undertow, influential invitation; U is uterus
V for vines across everything, climbing voices
W: with out-wit without win wind; W is for window
X, a clear mark on the accordion map
Y for yellowjacket; yesterday and yield
Z is for Z is for Z is for zero
- the start of the end of it all
-Nancy Kuhl, from Suspend (Shearsman Books, 2010)
Poem for July 27
July 27, 2012 § Leave a comment
Selections from THE LAMB
Sensing a just
and impartial ghost
close to each living thing
I could see the genius
of institutional religion.
Examine your conscience.
Confess in darkness
and take away a task.
Soon you’ll wash off flesh
scented by its parallel past.
*
Your best friends
have gone ahead.
You can leave your singularity behind and put the book down.
This is your pilot.
You are about to leave earth.
Your confirmation code is BNROXL. Or is that a zero?
It doesn’t matter now.
-Fanny Howe, from The Lamb (Song Cave, 2011)
Poem for July 26
July 26, 2012 § Leave a comment
ERNESTO CARDENAL AND I
I was out walking, sweaty and with hair plastered
to my face
when I saw Ernesto Cardenal approaching
from the opposite direction
and by way of greeting I said:
Father, in the Kingdom of Heaven
that is communism,
is there a place for homosexuals?
Yes, he said.
And for impenitent masturbators?
For sex slaves?
For sex fools?
For sadomasochists, for whores, for those obsessed
with enemas,
for those who can’t take it anymore, those who really truly
can’t take it anymore?
And Cardenal said yes.
And I raised my eyes
and the clouds looked like
the pale pink smiles of cats
and the trees cross-stitched on the hill
(the hill we’ve got to climb)
shook their branches.
Savage trees, as if saying
some day, sooner rather than later, you’ll have to come
into my rubbery arms, into my scraggly arms,
into my cold arms. A botanical frigidity
that’ll stand your hair on end.
-Roberto Bolaño, from The Romantic Dogs: Poems 1980-1998 (New Directions, 2006). Translated by Laura Healy.
Poem for July 25
July 25, 2012 § Leave a comment
The End
I wake
from the dream
and a deep voice
has pity on me
says It’s the end
and I get up
and move
to the blue room
where you stare
at the TV
and you’re dead
your face is dead
and I’m dead
as long as I’m in
the room with you
so love becomes
a blue thing
and we shine
*
The End
My mother
and her dead
sister are
watching me
from the end
Come on
flower
they say
and I love
how they call
me flower
so I walk
closer
toward the light
that is them
-Emily Kendal Frey, from The Grief Performance (Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 2011)
Poem for July 24
July 24, 2012 § Leave a comment
In Naga Land, Nepal
Easy desultory night
you are working in me
What’s coming
seems not strange
It takes you
You grow younger
The moon pumps it up
All things float out
The thin ones, your
boyish hands,
move fastest.
-Anne Waldman, from Countries (Toothpaste Press, 1980)
Poem for July 23
July 23, 2012 § 1 Comment
Self Portrait
He wants to be
a brutal old man,
an aggressive old man,
as dull, as brutal
as the emptiness around him.
He doesn’t want compromise,
nor ever to be nice
to anyone. Just mean,
and final in his brutal,
his total, rejection of it all.
He tried the sweet,
the gentle, the “oh
let’s hold hands together”
and it was awful,
dull, brutally inconsequential.
Now he’ll stand on
his own dwindling legs.
His arms, his skin,
shrink daily. And
he loves but hates equally.
-Robert Creeley, from Echoes (Toothpaste Press, 1982)
Poem for July 22
July 22, 2012 § Leave a comment
“for Love”
When M stalked up the stairs we said
“What…” “I’ve been raped and I’m
furious.” No police, she simply
decided to burn all her possessions
which consisted of mostly clothes and
books. When she gathered up “for Love”
by Creeley, I asked if I could have it.
She gave it gladly. Cinda and I exchanged
looks and she asked M for a sweater.
Sure. Not to be too obvious, we didn’t
ask for everything, but the next day
we were able to give back blue jeans,
and several blouses and sweaters,
but she insisted that I keep “for Love”.
-Allan Kornblum, from Awkward Song (Toothpaste Press, 1980)