Sunday, October 22



you are
the fish who drank up the whole sea
and
the sex made out of paper

pretend the snake
decending from the branches
is a sap filled with white or grey or black letters
like type floating in oil
and you are sitting in a frame
a pretty picture
with a pebble in your hand
looking at a finger
pointing at the moon

but today's broadcast is a
sufi in his meditation
becoming a koranic vessal
filled with words

a tree like an antenna
springs up on the edge
of a nowhere
sprouting from his head

you were moving in your day
all the hours were filled with
a recording of the Viet Nam War
pronounced across your childhood
with violins and trumpets playing
the music of a corner
torn off from a page of doubts
and folded into a puppet
of belief

Monday, September 25





“I Wrote In My Notebook”

10 Square Color Poems from Colorado
(In the style of Jackson Maclow)

These poems are an attempt to marry modernistic
and post-modernistic aesthetic practice with primitive spiritual
and meditative practices.

They were constructed by writing out (word by word and mark by mark)
a single paragraph by Gary Snyder on the subject of cave paintings.
The paragraph was incribed on color paper squares bought
at an art supplies store in Boulder, Colorado on August 10, 2006.

The original order of the color squares was as they came out of the pack
when bought at the store. The poems were written “randomly” by
re-arrangement of Snyder’s paragraph following the color on which
each word or puncuation mark had been inscribed.

The words and marks were written on the color paper squares
in Allens Park outside of Rocky Mountain National Park
on August 13, 2006. The squares were re-sorted by color
and the poems were written into my notebook three days later
in a cabin at the foothills of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, Crestone.
A fox-person ran by the cabin while I wrote the poems and made
his way into the sequence.

I designated five words per
line to follow Luis Zukofsky
in his tranlations from Latin.

The poems were finished at Logan Square Library, Chicago.



Orange Poem

Twisting , cave the , creatures lines
Ancient of antler , ; life below
Ground hasty other true



White Poem

And fissures of ; scribblings half-done
Over this figures cocked horses
Elk the walls . ; paintings but



Fox-Orange Poem

Turnings of claw-scratchings slides early _____________________(A fox
Of crossed of exquistite up _________________________________shows
Wild antlered with mineraled crisp ______________________________up
Fitting , , _________________________________________________at the creek.)



Yellow Poem

The sea old & , engravings lines
Out the , fat bulls alive
Long-lost , into spread photo-realistic



Pink Poem

Of a , wallows clay little , ;
Up a , wild creatures the
Economical the across not



Green Poem

Out, stalactites bear in sketchy
Signs images rise pride profiles
Huge-horned outlined on , space ...



Dharmakaya-Blue Poem

Walls , of finger-tracings and abstract
Over graffiti swimming of noble
Bison powerfully : swift , outlined lines



Brown Poem

Cave concretions floors human lines
Just images of : deer lions
Bodied and gives , fitting in
Curving



Light-Blue Poem

Calcined calcite , bears scratched-in
Or, swirl animals with with
Great painted art sometimes over
Calligraphic confident .



Black Poem

Bears bears bears bears bears
Bears bears bears bears bears
Bears bears bears bears bears
Bears bears bears




Sunday, July 30


A found poem and a collage for a rough beast slouching towards...



A collage by me:


And an anonymous poem (written with a red pen)
found on the sign-in sheet from one of the groups
I facilitated at the hospital last week:

__________________President Money
__________________President Meat
__________________President Wallet
__________________President Time
__________________President Pan
__________________President Home
__________________President's Mummy
__________________President Clothes
__________________President Radio City Music Hall
__________________President's Son
__________________President's Law

__________________________ Always And Forever

Tuesday, July 25



The heavens earth spirit earth
earth place it so own day earth separate
and rule in separate evening
face rule of morning
let evening god evening night day separate
and night day
and put own creatures rested yet plant herb and lord
without rule in the it no god sight
without heaven into creatures heavens
the heavens earth moving said evening let vegetation each so
moving in god heaven there
without evening let let
heavens and void evening
spiri
t

Friday, July 7



Division Street Collage

Taking for scraps Rimbaud
And the dusk's light
The angle of incidents
Marches right up here

If it is birds then it's something
If it's words then it's nothing


Put two things in the opening
And begin to measure on time
I speak only and ancient
Movie vistas open up when you're not
Looking carefully trace the brighter
Wholes to the first
Put everything in the fore
Ground

Created
In the first
With a cherish
Created it in the
Second behind
The hearse with the body in it
Like another book
Modeled on a first I've never seen

To have fallen completely
In love with the day
Do you jewel my name
or maybe more
To remember uncouth
Counter of times
Disengages
Until winter disenchants
All angles to chance
And determinacy

Like backing up into a bright wonderfold
Or walking through dusk
With an eye to the ground
Another on the sky up there
On
Old Shit Eye
Turned backwards
He barks lovingly over the day

He barks lovingly over our day

Smiling like all dogs
Frowning like all jealous gods
He barks longingly
Over the day

Taking for scraps Rimbaud
And the winter-light
In this collage
I have fallen completely
In love with the day
And watch it jewel my name
Making more to remember

Remember
Sound overlays sound:
Separation becomes easy when
Dusk leaves a siren-traced imprint
On the city

Saturday, July 1





A money gesture called a wind
in her house
with the windows open on doubt.
Can you count the levers?
Some are in her hair.
Others belong to the season.
All for the use
of a baby born
with burnt fingers.
Two reasons with wine
and she was in the driveway
again. The cement was talking.
L.A. would make a change
for her. Tunneling under
the suburbs she caught
a wind in her hair
and it felt like money.
Not much of a desire
towards the war
or her own particular history.
Out beyond the airport
they were putting roses
on dreams.
The puddles grew soft
around the edges,
the levers went up and down,
sirens counted rain drops.

Wednesday, June 14


















May 27, 1987- What Language?

What Language are you speaking these days? There's a
cross made of wood and a road along the way. If we say
the right things we can make it. Don't stop to explain your-
self.

G R E E T
and then
make contact
but don't stop.

You mouth is a soft button waiting to be depressed- by a word or a kiss.
The world is stretched under the sky and there are places to go.

I shudder in the spotlight with my lips frozen-
Maybe with some prompting from the stage manager we'll make it.

My ton-
gue's
a
rubber-
band
and
my ears
cement.

GREET
AND
MOVE
ON.

A joke
and a passing
rhyme.- Words
so c l e a r
they
don't think anymore.

What language?

The
side
-walk
s
q
u
a
r
e
a h e a d
awaits
our
next step,
our next
jump.

Picture
words
and they'll
start to
come out.

What language?

Hello
and
then
Goodbye.




Sunday, June 11






Catullus 85

My loving and my hating

are not different.
Why? I don't know.
But I'm suffering
from both.











Tuesday, June 6



The horizon is an endless line without you. The horizon is an endless line without a doubt. The horizon is an endless line without apples. The horizon is an endless line without rhyme. The horizon is an endless line without reason. The horizon is an endless line without dates. The horizon is an endless line without kill. The horizon is an endless line without teachers. The horizon is an endless line without Jack and Jill. The horizon is an endless line without skulls. The horizon is an endless line without operatic themes. The horizon is an endless line without movement or moment. The horizon is an endless line without beaches. The horizon is an endless line without houses. The horizon is an endless line without newness. The horizon is an endless line without loops. The horizon is an endless line without until. The horizon is an endless line without fear. The horizon is an endless line without pills. The horizon is an endless line without sleep. 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