Tuesday, August 23, 2011
i believe in motorscooter cellular youth
working hot Yogyakarta daily prayers
into this 2-cycle engine stroking present state.
reproducing & multiplying
dressed in bright yellow,& oranges & pinks of Java modern.
so with respect i gave up milk in my coffee for this Ramadan.
i now drink the naked taste of african & arabian mocha beans brewed together,
unfiltered, fresh, top & bottom fuzzy blanketed softness.
our skins teasing bare senses out of my foggy hibernation
into visions of rock hard Osiris in Abydos.
hearing blues coming from behind the curtain
not missing the cream
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
bows to Marie Elena Good, Marna Cosmos, Philip Levine and others…
In Safeway’s industrial kitchen, she
dips her latex-covered fingers into
warm glaze; then, thinking of his stubborn F
grades, moves her hand like magician gestures
over the coffee cakes. Principal Dowd,
you’re not being fair. Robbie, you’re killing
every chance you have. The grocery driver
can’t stop ricocheting between Shirley’s
ultimatum and himself—who is who
he is, like Popeye, damn it. The women
and men go with their urges piled on top
like whipped cream spires. Everything they touch
comes away sticky and faintly sweeter.
When the man with his lonely hunger bites
what her glazed fingers spellbound, may he taste
the soft center between today’s meetings
and the woman who disposes her gloves,
punches out and drives home to the escape
of daytime TV. Holy Creator,
let our tongues school like fish and find blessing
in the joined continuation of our
living substance simply carrying on.
Everything Is All One Cake.
This form is called Poesia de Tema, developed by Marie Elena Good.
Read about it here: http://poeticbloomings2.wordpress.com/
Monday, August 8, 2011
"But then there is all this other stuff going on -- which is wilder, which is bristling; it's juicier, it's everything that you would want. And it's not comfortable. That's the kind of poetry that interests me -- a field of energy. It's intellectual and moral and political and sexual and sensual -- all of that fermenting together. It can speak to people who have themselves felt like monsters and say: you are not alone, this is not monstrous. It can disturb and enrapture.
"Poetry can add its grain to an accumulation of consciousness against the idea that there is no alternative -- that we're now just in the great flow of capitalism and it can never be any different -- [that] this is human destiny, this is human nature. A poem can add its grain to all the other grains and that is, I think, a rather important thing to do."
--Adrienne Rich, From an interview with the Boston Phoenix
Image from the energy off the tip of a person who has just grounded