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Tuesday, February 15th, 2005
1:11 pm
Hey, I just joined :)
Friday, January 28th, 2005
11:19 am
This Side of the Blue -- Joanna Newsom
(this is lyrics, "not poetry", but a friend passed on a snippet of it and a link to the song, and it was oddly affecting)

This Side of the Blue by Joanna Newsom

Svetlana sucks lemons across from me,
and I am progressing abominably.
And I do not know my own way to the sea
but the saltiest sea knows its own way to me.

The city that turns, turns protracted and slow
and I find myself toeing th'embarcadero
and I find myself knowing the things that I knew
which is all that you can know on this side of the blue

And Jaime has eyes black and shiny as boots
and they march at you, two-by-two (re - loo - re - loo);
when she looks at you, you know she's nowhere near through:
it's the hardest heart beating this side of the blue.

And the signifieds butt heads with the signifiers,
and we all fall down slack-jawed to marvel at words!
While across the sky sheet the impossible birds,
in a steady, illiterate movement homewards.

And Gabriel stands beneath forest and moon.
See them rattle & boo, see them shake, see them loom.
See him fashion a cap from a page of Camus;
see him navigate deftly this side of the blue.

And the rest of our lives will the moments accrue
when the shape of their goneness will flare up anew.
hen we do what we have to do (re - loo - re -loo),
which is all you can do on this side of the blue.

more lyrics from the same album: http://www.bentclouds.com/music/newsomlyrics.html
Wednesday, January 26th, 2005
7:38 pm
Daytime Delirium on an Overcrowded World
another from the Poetry Conspiracy...

Daytime Delirium on an Overcrowded World by Chris Vannoy

The home owners were livid, yelling from their many mouths which occupied both sides of their face, NOT IN MY BACKYARD!
no mental hospitals
no halfway houses
no battered women's shelters
no nuclear waste dumps
no needles
no drugs
no, no, no, NOT IN MY BACK YARD!
The architect drew up plans for expansion but the grade was too steep so he took a reading from his horoscope and raised it to a higher plain.
The elevator operator floored it. Leaped 47 stories and proceeded to eat pigeons two at a time.
The soldier dripped innocent blood on the carpet as he field stripped his war machine while sipping agent orange and Vodka.
Babies in Bosnia play with machine guns as unexploded bombs tick softly in their State Room nurseries.
The politician smiled, shook his own hand and promised action.
The jogger put foam in his ears and couldn't hear me say good morning.
The kid played Nintendo. His eyes jerked uncontrollably but his body never moved.
The academic stared down his bookish nose at misspelled words and asked of degrees and bibliographies.
The policeman tattooed sun glasses on the meter maid's face then punched her ticket. She smiled.
The whore pulled him over her, into her took a dollar bill and left a quarter size sore on his face for change.
The beggar wanted a quarter but didn't take what was offered.
The fat cat snickered with a cheesy smile that folded his face in half, hiding his eyes.
The liar ate his lips.
The thief stole glances and sold them to sly theology students.
The martyr buried his cross and thumbed a ride home hoping he would not miss the execution of the six o'clock news.
The doctor took my temperature, looked at his watch, and told me that I would die someday.
7:33 pm
Letters From Behind
found this one in the Poetry Conspiracy as well. struck a chord with me because i don't know my biological father. i always romanticized him as a poet/musician in my mind.

LETTERS FROM BEHIND by Philip Farmer Durgan

Hello Daughter...
Didya know I met your mother
at a gas station
as a drunk
with a pocketful of poems
that would one day
be you?
I hear you ended up
with my passions...
scribbling birds of prey
on the table
using red for their blood
black... because you are--
Daddy's fixing up a few
scattered pieces from
his puzzle... one with
a lot of pieces missing--
when you have time... send
me a drawing of you and me
if you still remember
how I look
since I've almost forgotten
what love feels like--
Love papa--
Tuesday, January 25th, 2005
12:48 pm
i found this poem in a poetry mag from San Diego called the Poetry Conspiracy. they had one issue devoted to student poetry, and i thought this one was particularly precocious:

[untitled] by Julia Greco, age 7

What if everything was gone?
If your mom & dad wereGONE
your brother, SISTER, house,
TV, money, skiing,
aunts and uncles,
bunny, and some feelings
Where you
would go?
What if the world
was upside down?

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