Archive for September, 2010
Thursday, September 30th, 2010
Do Not Cross
DO NOT CROSS police tape snakes its plastic skin around the belly of a car you never know the kind of night you’re in the jelly from the jar
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Wednesday, September 29th, 2010
The Smoking Pope
THE SMOKING POPE is a blue hat full of solitude. His pantaloons a blaze of deeper blue. In his hands: the lit fuse. How funny to play a cartoon. Mostly sunny. Mitre, cap, crown of linen. A man to dip the glam of sin in.
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Saturday, September 25th, 2010
Advice
ADVICE Think buckshot: Not the rifle, but the musket. Ear-horn of powder, arm- deep in black soot. Think flint lock and flash pan. Muzzle blast. Hollow point. Don’t paint the rounds, don’t ready the bayonet. No aim is necessary; nothing is true. Think percussion cap. Any metal as shrapnel. Any spark as lightning; be bottled.
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Wednesday, September 22nd, 2010
Conversation with Balloon Dog
CONVERSATION WITH BALLOON DOG She remembers well the night they kissed. I wasn’t always this contortionist, he told her. Just imagine how it feels to be tongue-tied and twisted at the heels, your ears slung low as if you weren’t a fox. She smirked into her scotch and clinked the rocks. He lit his Camel [...]
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Monday, September 20th, 2010
This Is the Line
This is the line that marks the space between what this journal used to be, and what it will be in the future. When I started blogging about the relationship between poetry and editing, I had two goals: 1) to demystify the role of an editor within the broader literary landscape, and 2) to become [...]
