Damn

[SeattleRain]

Grrr, just grrr
sometimes I wonder
just what I see
why is it different?
is it me?
maybe it's time to go blind.
slouching to Bethlehem,
PA
Aye, Gomorrha
rollin arse

course tis you who else could it be
and not much use in bethlehem if you be blind,
keep em open wide
no one sees like you see
argh!

every time I try to be irish
I morph into a pirate.

limey in the lehigh valley
buying little glass stars

 

[twelveoone]

what is this that drains me
is there nothing to sustain me
A balm of gilead?

the horror of the shudder
an echo of a breath

and over parapet yonder
neither raven nor an eagle
but rather common seagull
that shits upon my window

just another view

 

[anonamouse]

Quite confused, I think today is 4/30; yet over at new poems one posted for 5/1.

 

[twelveoone]

even more confusing mouse, even more confusing...someone took the new poems down

 

[Songcatcher]

even more confusing mouse, even more confusing...someone took the new poems down

and put them back on. Pms, maybe.

Perhaps not. I reckon she doesn't have one anymore.

 

[twelveoone]

Why aren't the yellow lines straight
Why do shadows writhe in violet light
Why do birds die when stuck by lightning
Well, Thanksgiving is early this year

 

[Guest]

Why aren't the yellow lines straight
Why do shadows writhe in violet light
Why do birds die when stuck by lightning
Well, Thanksgiving is early this year

What have you been drinking/eating/smoking? Can I have some?

 

[Angeline]

What have you been drinking/eating/smoking? Can I have some?

It sounds a little too heavy to me. I just want to giggle and get the munchies.

 

[twelveoone]

What have you been drinking/eating/smoking? Can I have some?

Can of mushrooms
bottom of the can had a message
stamped
"Best if used by 1201"

Thought it was a sign...

 

[twelveoone]

"your box be full, mayte!"

Never had a woman say that to me before

ya got one shot

catch me if you can
hang me if you dare

I'm over the brinnie ocean
parrot on me shoulder
nibblin me wooden ear

and you can polish me wooden parts
real hard wood not veneer

o starry, starry night

 

[annaswirls]

"your box be full, mayte!"

Never had a woman say that to me before

ya got one shot

catch me if you can
hang me if you dare

I'm over the brinnie ocean
parrot on me shoulder
nibblin me wooden ear

and you can polish me wooden parts
real hard wood not veneer

o starry, starry night

ye replied on the wrong thread, lucky I ventured over to damnland

now I do not remember what I was going to say hmmmmgrrrr
pirate talk I have none, seems my fingers are tongue tied.

 

[twelveoone]

v 359 Who is the third who walks always beside you?
v 360 When I count, there are only you and I together
v 361 But when I look ahead up the white road
v 362 There is always another one walking beside you
v 363 Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
v 364 I do not know whether a man or a woman
v 365 --But who is that on the other side of you?

The Waste Land - Eliot, none other

I offer you

 

[annaswirls]

god, 12, that is gorgeous, thank you! Put something in my mind to start the day...

and a touch of paranoia
which is always good to keep me on my toes


Good to see you!

v 359 Who is the third who walks always beside you?
v 360 When I count, there are only you and I together
v 361 But when I look ahead up the white road
v 362 There is always another one walking beside you
v 363 Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
v 364 I do not know whether a man or a woman
v 365 --But who is that on the other side of you?

The Waste Land - Eliot, none other

I offer you

 

[twelveoone]

god, 12, that is gorgeous, thank you! Put something in my mind to start the day...

and a touch of paranoia
which is always good to keep me on my toes


Good to see you!

But, what is that, stands beside you
in the violet light?

Walk with me
Walk with me slowly,
for I am wounded,
my feet are not the same
this slippery floor....
Walk with me, before you awake

Always good to see you

 

[twelveoone]

Post Modern blues

HELLO MR. Burroughs, William comma ess
HELLO MR. Ginsberg, aka cucumber AL
HELLO Mister Kerourac also known as onda road Jack
says Peter, standing at the Golden Gate
Bridge
All you dead fifties fuckers - duck fuckers - fuck duck
Quack. Quack.
I leave you all behind on a trail of glass,.
strung like cellophane on Oakland
lawns, broken at Eastertime. Quack.
for now I have a new girl friend
talks like Sharon Olds
acts like Sylvia Plath
Quack.
- anonamouse (1984)

* forgot a word

 

[annaswirls]

v 359 Who is the third who walks always beside you?
v 360 When I count, there are only you and I together
v 361 But when I look ahead up the white road
v 362 There is always another one walking beside you
v 363 Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
v 364 I do not know whether a man or a woman
v 365 --But who is that on the other side of you?

But, what is that, stands beside you
in the violet light?

Walk with me
Walk with me slowly,
for I am wounded,
my feet are not the same
this slippery floor....
Walk with me, before you awake

Always good to see you

How is it I see you, always
from a month back the polished way?
Today you leave heavy burlap and twine
with a note:
I see three days ahead
the gravel turns to glass.
Still I know I will never catch you.

 

[annaswirls]

Please clear me a space in your private message box or turn on your email feature, sheesh, my outlook freezes every time I try to send you something

 

[twelveoone]

tell me
tell me, what do you see
when you look upon the water
do you see your own reflection
kneeling on the surface
do you see the fish swim underneath
do see the sky and trees over your shoulder

I fear I see the wind instead
hidden behind a breeze

 

[anonamouse]

Post Post Post modern blues

The Poetic-Industrial Complex

 

[BooMerengue]

The Poetic-Industrial Complex

Thank you. Theres a lot to be gleaned from that article and I've saved it to reread later in more depth. But it goes against most of what's projected here, does it not?

 

[annaswirls]

The Poetic-Industrial Complex

I think I shall print this out and hang it on my fridge. Thank you for posting this, reminds me of what I do not want to become. Ever. I have to remember not to get caught in that trap, it is repulsive to me.

Do you think that there will ever become a day when creative writing professors, editors and MFA's will not include these things in their bios because they know it will hurt their chances of publication?

 

[twelveoone]

I think I shall print this out and hang it on my fridge. Thank you for posting this, reminds me of what I do not want to become. Ever. I have to remember not to get caught in that trap, it is repulsive to me.

Do you think that there will ever become a day when creative writing professors, editors and MFA's will not include these things in their bios because they know it will hurt their chances of publication?

I worry about you, and Eve too. Even when you two are "off" you are not "off" by much, and always of more interest than much MFA fodder.

Care and craft are important, you two do that. But, of equal import, having something interesting to say, and saying it in an interesting way.

The problem with "creative writing" is much of it is not, it is more "concensus" writing.

 

[twelveoone]

The Poetic-Industrial Complex

anonamouse is a thread whore
and damn I start ALL my stuff with "I"
I have a confession to make --
When I was young,
I was constantly losing shoes.
Of course, I didn't have toes

I got 10 more posts to get to 1,000, go ahead piss me off

 

[twelveoone]

Kunstgedicht drei

AUF! AUF! der Pudel barks, I say "Sitzen Sie"
Der poodle does not listen much - not to me
In sehr alten Zeit, a black poodle dogged me
Barked and would not leave, pissing on the poet-tree
ZUM Dichterbaum, herauf den Dichter-Baum
ZUM ZUM ZUM up the poet-tree

Ja!, In sehr alten Zeit, I smelled the smoke
from the fire. Sei ruhig,
Pudel! renne nicht hin und wider!
Lege dich hinter den Ofen nieder.
(careful careful of the wood
spider)

Oh most Fautian foul
It was cold, I was bored
I burnt the wood of the poet-tree
stained with poodle puddles
(careful careful of the wood
spider)

In sehr alten Zeitgeist
Je dis cela, je ne dis rien,
l'ennui, donne à chien caniche noir
Mit Hund entdeckt man doch manchmal
ein Rottweiler
Gesundheit! There is more?

Sing - Sing
mit Wittgenstein

Wovon man nicht sprechen kann
darüber muß man schweigen

Dada
(careful careful of the wood
spider)

Awright, who the fuck
hung the urinal in the Art Gallery?

 

[bluerains]

I tried translation on this...

AUF! AUF! der Pudel barks, I say "Sitzen Sie"
Der poodle does not listen much - not to me
In sehr alten Zeit, a black poodle dogged me
Barked and would not leave, pissing on the poet-tree
ZUM Dichterbaum, herauf den Dichter-Baum
ZUM ZUM ZUM up the poet-tree

Ja!, In sehr alten Zeit, I smelled the smoke
from the fire. Sei ruhig,
Pudel! renne nicht hin und wider!
Lege dich hinter den Ofen nieder.
(careful careful of the wood
spider)

Oh most Fautian foul
It was cold, I was bored
I burnt the wood of the poet-tree
stained with poodle puddles
(careful careful of the wood
spider)

In sehr alten Zeitgeist
Je dis cela, je ne dis rien,
l'ennui, donne à chien caniche noir
Mit Hund entdeckt man doch manchmal
ein Rottweiler
Gesundheit! There is more?

Sing - Sing
mit Wittgenstein

Wovon man nicht sprechen kann
darüber muß man schweigen

Dada
(careful careful of the wood
spider)

Awright, who the fuck
hung the urinal in the Art Gallery?

still found it hard to ascertain
In sehr alten Zeitgeist
Je dis cela, je ne dis rien,
l'ennui, donne à chien caniche noir
Mit Hund entdeckt man doch manchmal
ein Rottweiler
Gesundheit! There is more?

and would really be intersted in your meaing behind it....