Tuesday, May 19, 2020

Tuesday poem #372 : Franklin Bruno : HUGE, IF TRUE



Akin to neither a wen,
to an octopus, to cancer, to Hell,
nor to a crystal, satisfying a pattern
mysteriously preordained, the city
may instead be conceived as a novel
but natural phenomenon arising not
from the clash of tectonic plates
nor the erosion that shapes their forms,
but by economic circumstance:

A mountainous landscape
of skyscrapers, tenements,
department stores and office blocks
heaving majestically out of the earth
in response to irresistible forces
only to be just as inevitably worn
down to rubble by the incessant passage
of the wheels of trucks and taxis,
by the feet of messengers,
policemen, shoppers and commuters.

We cannot vouch for the geologic
accuracy of this comparison,
yet admire its cosmic quality.



Franklin Bruno is a writer and musician, born and raised in Southern California’s Inland Empire, and now based in Jackson Heights, Queens. He is the author of The Accordion Repertoire (poetry, Edge Books) and Armed Forces (music criticism, in Continuum/Bloomsbury’s 33 1/3 series). His poetry, criticism, and scholarly writing have appeared in Brooklyn Rail, Oxford American, The Village Voice, Popular Music and Society, Paideuma, and Critical Quarterly. Since the 1990s, he has released 20 albums of original music as one-third of Nothing Painted Blue, under his own name, and (currently) as frontman of The Human Hearts. Collaborative projects include writing, recording, or performing with John Darnielle of the Mountain Goats, Jenny Toomey, Laura Cantrell, and the Schramms. He holds a Ph.D in Philosophy from UCLA, and has taught at Northwestern University, Bard College, and SUNY Purchase.

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Tuesday, May 12, 2020

Tuesday poem #371 : Amelia Does : Oh



Oh Hampstead
Oh

Oh milk bone
Oh

Oh rain barrel
Oh

Oh centipeded crawls
Oh

Oh Drysdale
Oh

Oh lemon town
Oh

Oh lie detector
Oh

Oh with legs and eyes
Oh

Oh under the carpet
Oh

Oh down the laneway
Oh

Oh without a sound
Oh



Amelia Does is a writer and artist whose work has appeared in Cineforum Italia, Incite Journal of Experimental Media and Synoptique. Her poetry chapbook, Amsterdam, the Abba Version was published by Proper Tales Press. She is also author of a biography, Do Not Look Away: The Life of Arthur Lipsett, an absurd Novella, The Coming of Jarbina, and a children’s book, The Walking Tree and Other Stories. ameliadoes.weebly.com

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Tuesday, May 05, 2020

Tuesday poem #370 : Anne Lesley Selcer : Ludic Loop




Everyone showed up as a representation of themselves,
the hour under lit against a stark white screen.
Inside the photograph, night was falling.
I texted myself, the discursive moment’s eating itself,
got back, “the discursive moment’s eating itself.”
Got a text from an ex, “I love the shadow world more than thee.”
The shantytown up the street roared toward the end of history.
Make your senses not be mimetic,
“Make your senses not be mimetic,” ok!
Heav’nly Venus, illustrious, laughter-loving queen,
sea-born, night-loving, of an awesome mien,
pray prevent confusions,
ridiculously besot with their full meanings,
with cemeteries that exceed themselves.
On a movie screen in Paris,
women filmed one by one
appear dancing together simultaneously.
Got back, “Words are markers
with shifting occupants in their corresponding graves”—
no reference,
lost reference.








"Cemetaries that exceed themselves" was said by Robert Y Sniderman at &Now, 2019




Anne Lesley Selcer [image credit: video still, Katie Ebbitt] is a poet in the expanded field and an art writer. She is the author of Blank Sign Book, a collection of essays, and of Sun Cycle, a poetry book about the image. Her gallery publications and chapbooks include from a Book of Poems on Beauty, Banlieusard, and Untitled (a treatise on form). Writing can be found in Hyperallergic, Jacket2, Fillip, Fence, Action Yes, Art Practical, Open Space, Gauss PDF and The Chicago Review, as well as in gallery and museum exhibition catalogs. Work has been included in several anthologies. Occasionally she creates off the page.

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