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The Tran Da Tu poem below is now up on Guernica, a very fine journal of art and politics. In the same issue are interviews with Don DeLillo and Iraqi femin...The Tran Da Tu poem below is now up on Guernica, a very fine journal of art and politics. In the same issue are interviews with Don DeLillo and Iraqi feminist Yanar Mohammed.
to saigon poets poems vietnam war tran-da-tu poetry vietnamese poetics poebeat 1964 by avivagabriel on Aug 6, 2007, 9:11 AMAnstett glances, attempting his best alert, intelligent animal look, interested in project schedules, imagines being taxidermed, pelt propped up with sawdu...Anstett glances, attempting his best alert, intelligent animal look, interested in project schedules, imagines being taxidermed, pelt propped up with sawdust and armature...
to poebeat poems poetics poetry poets by avivagabriel on Aug 6, 2007, 4:54 AMThe man who was to fall to earth in four years' time still floated in his cloud of silvered fame...He'd been a Kon-Rad, King Bee, Manish Boy, a Lower Third...The man who was to fall to earth in four years' time still floated in his cloud of silvered fame...He'd been a Kon-Rad, King Bee, Manish Boy, a Lower Third. He'd be a thin white duke. He'd be a Christ, an alien, he'd be a dance club king.
to poetry poets poetics poems poebeat by avivagabriel on Aug 6, 2007, 4:53 AMHis house had cracked vinyl siding, cobwebbed windowsills, and blind mammals nesting in the chimney. There was a continual scent of expired milk and a trig...His house had cracked vinyl siding, cobwebbed windowsills, and blind mammals nesting in the chimney. There was a continual scent of expired milk and a trigger-happy answering machine with messages leftover from the college years.
to poems poets poetry poetics poebeat by avivagabriel on Aug 6, 2007, 4:49 AMMoon burnt up in a tree limb's wobble. Heaven's sort of nimble. Not to want the origin of light, to want its myth. To want the stroke across the jaw withou...Moon burnt up in a tree limb's wobble. Heaven's sort of nimble. Not to want the origin of light, to want its myth. To want the stroke across the jaw without the fist.
to poems poetry poetics poets poebeat by avivagabriel on Aug 6, 2007, 4:48 AMYou are so high in the tree. If you jump you will live a full life while falling. You will get married to a hummingbird and raise beautiful part- hummingbi...You are so high in the tree. If you jump you will live a full life while falling. You will get married to a hummingbird and raise beautiful part- hummingbirds.
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She looks carved from a ghost. Takes off her dress. It's lace. A spiderweb. She is wearing a slip. Petal pink. Thin as hammered metal. She throws herself o...She looks carved from a ghost. Takes off her dress. It's lace. A spiderweb. She is wearing a slip. Petal pink. Thin as hammered metal. She throws herself on a bed.
to poets poetics poems poebeat poetry by avivagabriel on Aug 6, 2007, 4:34 AMThere's a hole in the middle of life. (the body) The flashbacks will remind us. See what the room sees. A collection of cells. Your face on that small scre...There's a hole in the middle of life. (the body) The flashbacks will remind us. See what the room sees. A collection of cells. Your face on that small screen. Your blonde guitar, my plaster Buddha.
to poetics poems poets poetry poebeat by avivagabriel on Aug 6, 2007, 4:24 AMWe look at a statue and feel uncomfortable. I am backwards light, which isn't as cool as it sounds...Time is a series of pellets...It's my own fault I'm an...We look at a statue and feel uncomfortable. I am backwards light, which isn't as cool as it sounds...Time is a series of pellets...It's my own fault I'm anywhere. When the rain in my mind begins, I don't run for cover.
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Metaphysical composition, anarchist poetics, postmodern classics, and poets like Pierre Joris, Peter Jay Shippy, Julia Story, Johanna Drucker...
to poetics poebeat anarchist postmodern poezine poetry experimental metaphysical poems poets by avivagabriel on Aug 6, 2007, 3:32 AMThis feature begins with questions of fidelity: how close should the poet remain to his or her source text? What does it matter? Other contributors ask mor...This feature begins with questions of fidelity: how close should the poet remain to his or her source text? What does it matter? Other contributors ask more technical questions, how to translate names, what to make of computer-generated translations, how
to poetry poems translations translating poets poebeat by avivagabriel on Aug 5, 2007, 9:32 PMA multilanguage blog with links and information on poetic invention – our term for exploratory/ investigative/ experimental/ radical/ conceptual poetry. [G...A multilanguage blog with links and information on poetic invention – our term for exploratory/ investigative/ experimental/ radical/ conceptual poetry. [Graphic poetry, or poetic graphics...]
to arts experimental graphic language_arts poems design abstract concrete poebeat radical pomo poets language graphic_design poetry graphics by avivagabriel on Aug 5, 2007, 9:30 PMFor the small bird to fall, there has to be some height There must be something that is shut tight for the scream to be heard.
to portals poebeat international explication anthologies blogs poetics criticism poets poetry poems by avivagabriel on Jul 8, 2007, 10:13 PMAmong poets there are probably higher than average rates of clutch burnout, job turnover, rooting about, sleep apnea, noncompliance, nervous leg syndrome, ...Among poets there are probably higher than average rates of clutch burnout, job turnover, rooting about, sleep apnea, noncompliance, nervous leg syndrome, depression, litigation, black clothing, and so forth, but this is where we live...C D Wright, Coolin
to quotes poets poetry poebeat poems by avivagabriel on Jul 3, 2007, 4:03 AMMesas dire wolf skulls barbed wire breasting the sage
to poetics haibun poets poebeat prose poetry poems haikai andrew_schelling schelling haiku by avivagabriel on Jun 24, 2007, 10:14 PMI think we're in the ghost-town whorehouse in Blackhawk. Under one roof ..........sleeping with all of them -- ....................bush clover, poker chips...I think we're in the ghost-town whorehouse in Blackhawk. Under one roof ..........sleeping with all of them -- ....................bush clover, poker chips.
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