(via rojoamarilloyverde)
(via rojoamarilloyverde)
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There is a spell, for instance,
in every sea-shell:
continuous, the seathrust
is powerless against coral,
bone stone marble
hewn from within by that craftsman,
the shell-fish:
oyster, clam, mollusc
is master-mason planning
the stone marvel:
yet that flabby, amorphous hermit
within, like the planet
senses the finite,
it limits its orbit
of being, its house,
temple, fane, shrine:
it unlocks the portals
at stated intervals:
prompted by hunger,
it opens to the tide-flow:
but infinity? no,
of nothing-too-much:
I sense my own limit,
my shell-jaws snap shut
at invasion of the limitless,
ocean-weight; infinite water
can not crack me, egg in egg-shell;
closed in, complete, immortal
full-circle, I know the pull
of the tide, the lull
as well as the moon;
the octopus-darkness
is powerless against
her cold immortality;
so I in my own way know
that the whale
can not digest me:
be firm in your own small, static, limited
orbit and the shark-jaws
of outer circumstances
will spit you forth:
be indigestible, hard, ungiving
so that, living within,
you beget, self-out-of-self,
selfless,
that pearl-of-great-price.
—H.D. (via b1oodstream)
When in the company of the gods,
I loved and was loved,
never was my mind stirred
to such rapture
—HD, “The Wall Do Not Fall” (part 5)
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Mulder & Scully - I Don’t Know (by almstopable)
Tonight, I come not
conquering your body, 0
beast of a nation’s
sin: nor stirring in your hair’s
impurities the sad storm
of incurable
ennui my kiss dispenses.
From your couch I crave
profound slumber without dreams,
hovering under nameless
mantlings, the remorse
that you, too, may taste, for all
your sable falsehoods —
you who of nothingness know
even more than all the dead.
For vice, devouring
natural nobility,
stamped me, like you, with
its sterility. — But while
your breast is stone, harbouring
a heart unscarred by
the dart of any crime, I
flee — pale, defeated,
haunted by my shroud, in fear
of dying should I sleep alone.
trnas: James Kirkup
Tank Top Titans Top Titanically. xoxo
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Today is the day, in 2007, my best friend died. There is nothing special, profound, sad, happy, or anything about it. It is just the day he died. I miss him terribly. So post “FUCK for William Pisarri.” Not because you lost someone. Only because he is gone and you fucking never met him and your life is smaller.
fuck for william pisarri
Today is the day, in 2007, my best friend died. There is nothing special, profound, sad, happy, or anything about it. It is just the day he died. I miss him terribly. So post the word FUCK for William Pisarri.
FUCK
Fuck for William Pisarri.
Today is the day, in 2007, my best friend died. There is nothing special, profound, sad, happy, or anything about it. It is just the day he died. I miss him terribly. So post “FUCK for William Pisarri.” Not because you lost someone. Only because he is gone and you fucking never met him and your life is smaller.
One Finger Exercises
Little JO in a Prospect
of Vaginas. I shit at
thresholds. The Man who was
born with all the sperm
he will ever have. Charms
are not, they said, grace.
The early fertility Mary’s books
set out to burn us
with fire.By alternate pressure
and concession by contest and
by kindness impure and nocturnal.
“i top you i am a poet”
Alice Notley Reason and Other Women
MICROPOETRIES. The term m. refers positively to the rawness of fragmentary, ephemeral, non-literary, unintentional or otherwise “unviable” poetry: doggerel, occasional verse by amateurs and other para-literary detritus that, because of its high degree of defamiliarization, achieves the poetic in its effect on the reader, audience, or recipient. Because audiences and poetic discourses vary widely, M. are intensely context-specific and often arise out of the cultural practices of subcultures or informal communities with little public acknowledgment or power. For example, graffitis, prison poetry by non-literary inmates (as distinct from figures such as Oscar Wilde, Osip Mandelstam, et al.), slogans, private (scrap-book or diaristic) or semi-private (correspondence, blogs or social-network) writing, poetry written by children or their strange and charming utterances, “écriture brute” (outsider writing), thieves’ cants and other argots or vernaculars, and so forth, may be considered micropoetries, as might newspaper poetry, greeting card verse, prayers, idiolects. Intended as a capacious rather than narrowly specific term, the category of M. widens the field of the poetic by valorizing artifacts that may be considered clumsy, awkward and inadmissible among professional poetry circles.
Introduced in the late 1990s, the term reflects the democratization of poetry and poetry scholarship in the US. The poetic nature of M. inheres as much in the critical intervention as in the artifact itself. M. scholarship draws on the Russian formalist principle of ostranenie, or defamiliarization, as an index of poetic language, but, in accordance with insights from Russian socio-linguists of the 1920s and British cultural studies scholars from the 1970s-1980s, aims to broaden the nature of this defamiliarization; it is also indebted to W. Benjamin’s method of combining phenomenological observation of linguistic effects with social analysis, and to ethnographer C. Geertz’s method of “thick description” as a way of making the micropoetic artifact meaningful. M. is genealogically related to ethnomusicologist M. Slobin’s term “micromusics,” musical subcultures that fall outside mainstream (classical, popular, folk and other commercial) networks of production and distribution but enjoy a relationship of productive adjacency to these mainstreams, challenging and combining with them to create new styles and otherwise refresh popular musical culture. M. also derives from E. Conrad’s working concept of “micro-movements,” the smallest perceptible physical movement that the mover him/herself can detect; the practice of isolating these micro-movements and training awareness of them has been instrumental in working with brain- or physically injured patients. M. inherits Slobin’s emphasis on subcultural, minoritarian or highly eccentric but context-dependent expressive practices, and Conrad’s heightened awareness of minutiae with an eye toward enhanced aesthetic experience. Both of these indicate the micropoetic object’s contingency and dependence on the contexts of its production and reception. In their ubiquity, m. comprise a thicket of discourse and expression-quotidian, eccentric, ephemeral-that gives rise to more polished “high-art” poetry and forms its background “noise,” even while that elevated poetry defines itself by repudiating m. in terms of complexity, craft, or taste.
Bibl.–M. Damon, “Post-literary Poetry, Counter-performance, and Micropoetries” (1997); M. Chasar and H. Bean, eds., Iowa Journal of Cultural Studies: Poetries (2006); B. Perelman, “Democracy & Bathos: Variations, Calypso & Fugue on a Theme by Ella Wilcox Wheeler,” Poetry of the 1970s (conference paper), June 2008.