May 2013
13 posts
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sugar is smoking by Jason Schneiderman
sugar is smoking
by Jason Schneiderman
it’s amazing how death is always around the corner, or not even so far away as that, hiding in the little pleasures that some of us would go so far as to say are the only things keeping us alive
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in response
she attributes smoking rates to neighborhoods
laughs and says
habits are harder than the street corners here
even parking spaces are hereditary
we need love like we love vice, and laughed again
like we need children to ward an empty home
see, these chronicles become our own death, she says
this smoke spirals back – it’s all circulatory, all terminal
and really, it’s all like with...
Wave →
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“Champion your doubt and let it catalyze you.”
– Jeffrey Davis
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5 ways to reduce inflammation
apply the weight of hope. the silent
and violence enduring, a long and worn suffering alike
stay indoors, make cocktails with the herbs you’ve grown
in azalea pots on the windowsill
sit still and suffer. sit stiller still
correct your diet, stick to sweet grains dressed in streams of dusty sun
ignore the terrible, the reaping of stalks that fall like rain
your eyesight is inexcusable, see
...
April 2013
11 posts
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(SOUNDtrack OF A THIRSTY TREE)
a bloom like cap guns, soundless by slow speeds
a thousand times delayed we cry for our appetites
when bubbles appear, when the trigger is pulled
if rains interference strikes seldom and smacks
our foot to heals
great spirit toed
stake to new soil
and newness clean
the records spin do not try this slow, nor woken gait
in a need to timber sick, the dangerous and young
leave the spools...
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be close or willing to travel
will you set your bearing once ,in motion
with tarmac holding your churning hands
the peripheral breathing, the digital ,past
the newly restored, implants of lightening
if you collapse miles in this modern doide
if out from quaking, our jaws ,if avoidance
of cancellation fees, I’m charged ,assured
my hands blink from existence each may
and I’ll tell you how my once lover ,once left
to travel,...
“This is what writing is: I one language, I another language, and between the...”
– Hélène Cixous, from Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing (via poetryeater)
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Word of the Day for Monday, April 1, 2013
ha-ha \HAH-hah, noun:
sunk fence.
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March 2013
7 posts
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“Benin Road
Speed is violence
Power is violence
Weight violence
The...”
– Chinua Achebe
11/16/1930 - 3/21/2013
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dear betsy ross,
do your remember your ghost ramps in the early 70s?
how you felt to be incomplete
the children you buried on evel’s inclines
tolls issued in the opposite direction, I find that I have fallen
in love with your bypass, with your pay by play, whatever the cost
I’ll make sure your curve comes to ground
by night, the heaviest lanes are line of tulips
two by two rows of flush light...
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read then listen then read...
Motown Philly Back Again
by Harmony Holiday
We’re all pagans and shamans and clap your hands
now we won’t stop the beat
We believe in divine healing and we hate to see that
evening sun go down
We know when the sight of our women dressed in white
each ritual night, is touching, hypnotizes
The animals blush and split for us as revival, as revealed
to...
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genesis in standard time
the seasons between solstices share in agreement
folded as though they have shared a bed, roused
by a disquieting recognition in creased newness
the returning waft of dark roast brewing and grease furls
geese are in transit again. not due.. is that north
but who’s to say
what is being born today or what was grown
the garden is overgrowing
is hemming the lines of myself...
February 2013
2 posts
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“dont lose heart comrades! think of the delicious colours ahead!”
– the rainbow goblins, ulde rico
January 2013
13 posts
one word →
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WRITE EVERY DAY
Writing is a muscle. Smaller than a hamstring and slightly bigger than a bicep, and it needs to be exercised to get stronger. Think of your words as reps, your paragraphs as sets, your pages as daily workouts. Think of your laptop as a machine like the one at the gym where you open and close your inner thighs in front of everyone, exposing both your insecurities and your genitals. Because that is...
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Word of the Day for Monday, January 28, 2013
word-hoard \WURD-hawrd, noun:
A person’s vocabulary.
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Love Poem by Graham Foust
Love Poem
by Graham Foust
What would pick through our shadows would tear them,
too,
were we to give it time enough and reason.
We will, it will-the rest won’t be history.
How would you like to go for a walk with me?
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please is a form of apology
this is to confess: I left the door ajar
let that the rain stain the spaces on the varnish sparse floor
where my fault lay. the items lifted and animals let astray. to say
I knew what I was doing, at the time
oversteps these sovereign grounds, these parallels
boundaries of contemplation and loosely prescribe lines
this particular string? this line sown in knitting of infinite
is infinite, and...
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Obscurity and Selfhood by C. D. Wright →
most beautiful poem of the week.
A = A by Andrew Joron
A = A
by Andrew Joron
Mine to ask a mask to say, A is not A. No one, ever the contrarian, to answer. The moon is both divided & multiplied by water: as chance, as the plural of chant. O diver, to be sea-surrounded by a thought bled
white—-
a blankness as likely as blackness. What is the word for getting words & forgetting? Might night right sight? ...
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“Grammar is a piano I play by ear, since I seem to have been out of school the...”
– ~Joan Didion
December 2012
22 posts
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“He said, “Listen. Look. Desire is a house. Desire needs closed space. Desire...”
– from the story Motherfucker by Aimee Bender (via dountiltrue)
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Glass Corona →
