I love trains. And people. On my way back from visiting the illustrious Jamila Keba in Vancouver, I met many beautiful people. I met a professional flamenco dancer and a man who had just finished walking across the country. I met workers, vacationers, survivors, mothers, daughters. I shot some video and recorded some audio to make this little collage. Special thanks to Keith, Glen and...
anneboyer: the NYT said “the poet’s work is to make a private vision public” but fuck the NYT I’m the public vision made private Jasper Johns said a fork makes a better painting than a painting makes a fork but fuck Jasper Johns from now on I’m eating with Guernica twenty first century girl
Sharing Poetry: Jeanann Verlee, "Exit Wound" →
sharingpoetry: you are an exit wound the extra shot of tequila the tangled knot of hair that has to be cut out you are the cell phone ringing in a hushed theatre pebble wedged in the sole of a boot the bloody hangnail you are, just this once you are flip flops in a thunderstorm the boy’s lost erection a pen gone dry
IF HE COULD BE KING I COULD BE KING: Adam and Eve →
katiusrex: by Tony Hoagland I wanted to punch her right in the mouth and that’s the truth. After all, we had gotten from the station of the flickering glances to the station of the hungry mouths, from the shoreline of skirts and faded jeans to the ocean of unencumbered skin, from the perilous…
inthebranches: The Love Cook by Ron Padgett Let me cook you some dinner. Sit down and take off your shoes and socks and in fact the rest of your clothes, have a daquiri, turn on some music and dance around the house, inside and out, it’s night and the neighbors are sleeping, those dolts, and the stars are shining bright, and I’ve got the burners lit for you, you hungry thing.
inthebranches: A White City James Schuyler My thoughts turn south a white city we will wake in one another’s arms. I wake and hear the steam pipe knock like a metal heart and find it has snowed.
Denise Levertov, "Intrusion"
sharingpoetry: After I had cut off my hands and grown new ones something my former hands had longed for came and asked to be rocked. After my plucked out eyes had withered, and new ones grown something my former eyes had wept for came asking to be pitied. (submitted by refinedhedonism)
amatores: The real question is not whether life exists after death. The real question is whether you are alive before death. —Osho
A writer must reflect and interpret his society, his world; he must also provide...– Half a century ago, E. B. White articulated brilliantly much of today’s media folly. (via explore-blog)
183 Poetry: Morning by Frank O’Hara I’ve got to... →
inthebranches: Morning by Frank O’Hara I’ve got to tell you How I love you always I think of it on grey mornings with death in my mouth the tea is never hot enough then and the cigarette dry the maroon robe chills me I need you and look out the window at the noiseless snow At night on…
By my fancy roommate, on a train
c-aries: bad coffee good sunshine coral sunglassy femme armour houses out a green train window to observe the jewish holiday and contradictions family food and baggage stick to the weather good sunshine
By Stephen Dobyns A woman travels to Brazil for plastic surgery and a face-lift. She is sixty and has the usual desire to stay pretty. Once she is healed, she takes her new face out on the streets of Rio. A young man with a gun wants her money. Bang, she’s dead. The body is shipped back to New York, but in the morgue there is a mix-up. The son is sent for. He is told that his mother is one of...
Man in Space
By Billy Collins All you have to do is listen to the way a man sometimes talks to his wife at a table of people and notice how intent he is on making his point even though her lower lip is beginning to quiver, and you will know why the women in science fiction movies who inhabit a planet of their own are not pictured making a salad or reading a magazine when the men from earth arrive in their...
How to Cook a Wolf
By Adrian Blevins If your mother’s like mine wanting you honeyed and blithe you’ll get cooked by getting evicted since the mothers can teach with a dustpan the tons of modes of tossing. And the fathers will lift your eyes too-early-too-open: the fathers can creep up on anything when it’s still too wet to cloister with their weeping and strand...
by Laura Kasischke The one I love stands at the edge of a wheatfield wearing a blue cap, holding a plastic musket in his hands. The one I love does a goofy dance at Devil’s Den. Mans a cannon. Waves at me from a hill. He dips his foot into Bloody Run. The sepia dream of his dead body is pulled by the water over the rocks. And I am the shadow of a stranger taking his picture, laid out...
183: RIP Harry Crews From A Feast of Snakes: “Put... →
inthebranches: RIP Harry Crews From A Feast of Snakes: “Put me down in the snakes,” she said. He laid her down on the dirt floor of the pit on her back. She writhed gently looking up at him. “Oh God, your snakes are cold,” she said. She touched her belly. “They’re here. They’re filling me here.” She touched…
“It’s like her breast was an individual person.” -Man in khakis, talking to his friend “She just shat herself blind on that marathon.” -Woman running on the lakefront trail “Cawawawawawawah!” - Seagull near the lakefront trail
by Billy Collins These are no pages for the young, who are better off in one another’s arms, nor for those who just need to know about the price of gold, or a hurricane that is ripping up the Keys. But eventually you may join the crowd who turn here first to see who has fallen in the night, who has left a shape of air walking in their place. Here is where the final cards are shown, the age,...
I’m back on the tumbling horse. This video is from an important day a few weeks ago. But as for today, this very important day, a few things: 1. On this day in 1889, the Eiffel Tour is inaugurated. 2. On this day in 1930, Hollywood movie studios institute their own set of industry censorship guidelines, hoping to protect themselves from censorship by the federal government. Here are a...
An Important Day for Painful, Tortured Beauty
Happy birthday, Nina Simone and David Foster Wallace. Two beautiful souls.
This Day in Street Trumpeting. This man plays trumpet outside my office building at rush hour at least a few days a week. He brings a stereo system to play accompaniment. It’s just quite nice.
This Day in greenscreen dancing.
This Day in History: The Egyptian Revolution begins (2011). Nellie Bly finishes her trip around the world (1890). This Day Where I Am Now: A man in the window of a restaurant takes long, slow sips of ice water, apparently ignoring the other diners at his table. Video Location: Chicago, IL Music by Stephen Foster
This Day in History: Farmers discover Shoichi Yokoi, a Japanese soldier who had been hiding out in the jungles of Guam and was not aware that World War II was over (1972). Etta James is born (1938). This Day Where I Am Now: I overhear a woman on the train telling her friend that she’s considering getting pregnant in order to get more financial aid. She laughs as she says it, but keeps...