To produce that failure
To represent the pain
Of others the living carcass 
In a trial of innocence
Meat begets meat, fish fly-up, 
Spill your guts in the air, 
Strapped into the air 
Like some Odysseus to his mast
What siren songs did you not hear 
In your practice to profess 
That failure to register the pain
No image will tell 
What remains encases
Breath begets breath
But no one saves face
Since no one will be saved
Activity synchs these traces
The newspaper on any 
Particular day 
Becoming a withdrawal of day
Substituting hours for praise
To produce that failure
The world we would want inversely
Mourning becomes our joy
Affliction becomes a flight 
From being afraid, presence escapes, 
Tombs become archive-like 
In the present
Deriving from these lips bounty praise, 
Since nothing, since no 
One will be saved
I take the world to be breath.
Friday, November 26, 2010
December and January at SEGUE
I am getting excited about the start of my third season co-curating SEGUE, which begins next Saturday (December 4th) at 4PM at the Bowery Poetry Club. I have posted the names of readers and the dates of their readings below. For bios you can go to SEGUE's website. 
DECEMBER 4: THALIA FIELD & ALLEN FISHER
DECEMBER 11: BONNIE JONES & ANNE WALDMAN
DECEMBER 18: ERIKA STAITI & ANDREA BRADY
JANUARY 8: CECILIA CORRIGAN & MAC WELLMAN
JANUARY 15: SHONNI ENELOW & RENEE GLADMAN
JANUARY 22: CA CONRAD & NORMA COLE
JANUARY 29: DOUGLAS KEARNEY & YEDDA MORRISON
DECEMBER 4: THALIA FIELD & ALLEN FISHER
DECEMBER 11: BONNIE JONES & ANNE WALDMAN
DECEMBER 18: ERIKA STAITI & ANDREA BRADY
JANUARY 8: CECILIA CORRIGAN & MAC WELLMAN
JANUARY 15: SHONNI ENELOW & RENEE GLADMAN
JANUARY 22: CA CONRAD & NORMA COLE
JANUARY 29: DOUGLAS KEARNEY & YEDDA MORRISON
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
While you were perimeterizing 
I was off being nowhere
Shimmering with neglect
Like this backlit praise
That other light
Must represent despair
Which raises us up by what powers
What powers, what powers
To which we will not grow
Feeling stops to form a focus
Stunned by our shapelessness
Need turns to broken song.
I was off being nowhere
Shimmering with neglect
Like this backlit praise
That other light
Must represent despair
Which raises us up by what powers
What powers, what powers
To which we will not grow
Feeling stops to form a focus
Stunned by our shapelessness
Need turns to broken song.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Glenn Beck Redux
“The more an affect is known to us, then, the more it is in our power, and the less the Mind is acted on by it.”
--Baruch Spinoza
Nicky Tiso took me up on my proposal to recompose the histrionic gestures of Glenn Beck, the footage of which is posted at Tiso's blog, Grand Hotel Abyss.
--Baruch Spinoza
Nicky Tiso took me up on my proposal to recompose the histrionic gestures of Glenn Beck, the footage of which is posted at Tiso's blog, Grand Hotel Abyss.
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