A GIANT ASLEEP IN FORTUNE'S SPINDLE
I, with a slight injury, was human
And you were human too
People now dressed in top fashion with long skirts
Are human
And people buried with no one to look after them
Are human too
Grandchildren, mind you
Sitting, reading
Correcting the manipulations
For example I am not your rightful granddaughter
With good legs describing perfection in fire
Racing over the black roof as a gray tree swinging a stunted hick may
be a wind-flattened hammer of land, a giant steadying for the worst
Purple hair on a brown head. The whitest
Gotten away with
Yellow head
Weighed by strenuous floss. A pink body walking the shoulder of a busy road
To meet the blister she is giving herself to
Hands clutching a tiny trophy, and yet
When is the pink body going to stop stuttering and care?
Living human beings twenty-seven years ago who were no better than rags
Shimoda is a fleshpot of inferior rank is the first line of a poem
that bears the imprint of lopsided children raised in exactly that
manner of irresponsibility
And that is that family
Clad in long skirts, regardless of gender
With a hand on the fluttering water is a gorgeous cheek again also
But I am different. I am not your rightful grandson
Hanging from blood thousand trees
Language in its infancy to an infant mind
Neither a familiar party
Nor one of earth’s many wondrous accessories
Struggled up
And over a severely arched bridge
Startled by the majesty of trees along the coast
Accretion of earth in spots, accounting for the isolationist aspect of
trees bunched in mounds
There are indigenous voices resounding in a half-digested ear
Waiting for the bellow to smoothly pinch
The gamboling children
Free
Once
And for all I have done I am done with you
How many times can this be said he said
So he says point blank
It is your future or mine. Either leave me conjoin me or detonate
THE PREGNANCIES
Brandon Shimoda was born on the west coast of North America. His collaborations, drawings and writings have appeared in print, online, on vinyl and on walls ... and most recently in Lake M: Book One (Corollary Press) and The Bowling, with Sommer Browning (Greying Ghost Press). He currently lives on the west coast of North America.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Amy McDaniel
REQUESTING INFORMATION
Please tell me your best
facts about animals. I’m asking
everyone. I’ll begin.
The Tasmanian devils are being wiped
out by a frightful epidemic—like the
bees but worse. The epidemic
is actually called Devil Facial
Tumour Disease. It is communicable
within the species via bites
or especially vehement sex.
To sex a sea urchin, you tap it until
it emits a thin puddle of egg or sperm.
What if this worked on other things!
Imagine wondering what a thing is.
For the price of a few pats on the back,
the thing releases onto your
palm a frank sample, a tiny
pool of its own essence, meaning,
and being.
Maybe in another lifetime. Most
things are coy in our world.
They are couth.
Amy McDaniel writes for HTMLgiant.com and helps run the Solar Anus reading series in Atlanta. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in matchbook, Alimentum, Tin House, Porchlight and The AgricultureReader. She co-edited From the Second Line, a collection of her students’ personal essays about Hurricane Katrina and its aftermath. Her chapbook, Selected Adult Lessons, is available from Agnes Fox Press.
Sunday, April 04, 2010
David Brazil
IN your treatment room
a 'run-on' line
is a huge liability
as they wonder
qua aletheia
what does she do when she enters?
(as I myself did for a long time
both of these assume a common language
cited in the opening
as we know from the fragment of a system
***************************
but now the ship-wrecked mariner
might lead philosophy
full of objects
and coming to terms with a loss
through the early phases
as the quoting source informs us
concepts of pistis
from the only sphere
(in the space of the other)
in her exile
picking out the rhythm
David Brazil was born in New York and lives in California. With Sara Larsen he coedits TRY!, a xerox periodical. A chapbook of his daily writing, "Spy Wednesday," is forthcoming from TAXT Press.
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RealPoetik
www.realpoetik.org
a 'run-on' line
is a huge liability
as they wonder
qua aletheia
what does she do when she enters?
(as I myself did for a long time
both of these assume a common language
cited in the opening
as we know from the fragment of a system
***************************
but now the ship-wrecked mariner
might lead philosophy
full of objects
and coming to terms with a loss
through the early phases
as the quoting source informs us
concepts of pistis
from the only sphere
(in the space of the other)
in her exile
picking out the rhythm
David Brazil was born in New York and lives in California. With Sara Larsen he coedits TRY!, a xerox periodical. A chapbook of his daily writing, "Spy Wednesday," is forthcoming from TAXT Press.
--
RealPoetik
www.realpoetik.org
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