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The Grand Palace of Versailles An elephant made of cotton... Towers of lace under which satin-heeled Gentlemen sit, playing with the bustles Of slightly desiccated Grand Dames. Good morning, Louis, it's a fine day In the mirror. A chaise lounge... Continue reading
Posted 15 hours ago at 3quarksdaily
Ezra Pound's Proposition Beauty is sexual, and sexuality Is the fertility of the earth and the fertility Of the earth is economics. Though he is no recommendation For poets on the subject of finance, I thought of him in the... Continue reading
Posted yesterday at 3quarksdaily
The Spirit of Triumph do you remember learning to tie your shoes? astonishing! the loops you had to make the delicate adjustments the pulling-through tightening impossible! the things we learn! putting a bridle on a horse when he's headshy getting... Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Mrs. Kessler Mr. Kessler, you know, was in the army, And he drew six dollars a month as a pension, And stood on the corner talking politics, Or sat at home reading Grant’s Memoirs; And I supported the family by... Continue reading
Posted 4 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Vehicle: Violence The way boxers postulate a feeling to label that with which they overcome the body's vile fears, its wish to flinch, to flee, break and run . . . they call it anger, pride, the primal passion to... Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Racists Vas en Afrique! Back to Africa! the butcher we used to patronize in the Rue Cadet market, beside himself, shrieked at a black man in an argument the rest of the import of which I missed but that made... Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at 3quarksdaily
13 bystanders 1 there are suitcases in my room full of old photographs packed and ready to go i never want to see them again 2 the men who came to do the concreting ripped out all my father’s boxing... Continue reading
Posted Feb 16, 2018 at 3quarksdaily
Dreams in my younger years before i learned black people aren’t suppose to dream i wanted to be a raelet and say “dr o wn d in my youn tears” or “tal kin bout tal kin bout” or marjorie hendricks... Continue reading
Posted Feb 15, 2018 at 3quarksdaily
Scaffolding Masons, when they start upon a building, Are careful to test out the scaffolding; Make sure that planks won’t slip at busy points, Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints. And yet all this comes down when the job’s done... Continue reading
Posted Feb 14, 2018 at 3quarksdaily
If You Go and Look at a Hen For an Hour or Two, You’ll Find in the End That the Mystery Has Not Diminished but Rather Increased Its feet yellow and strong. Its walking rhythm with that kind of ludicrous... Continue reading
Posted Feb 13, 2018 at 3quarksdaily
Lullaby for a Daughter Go to sleep. Night is a coal pit full of black water— ................... night's a dark cloud full of warm rain. Go to sleep. Night is a flower resting from bees— ................... night's a green sea... Continue reading
Posted Feb 10, 2018 at 3quarksdaily
I Dreamt Of Mao Zedong I just dreamt of Mao Zedong. “To die for the people is weightier than Mount Tai, but to work for the fascists & die for the exploiters & oppressors is lighter than a feather.” I... Continue reading
Posted Feb 9, 2018 at 3quarksdaily
Sedition — a letter to the writer from Meri Mangakāhia Here’s what I had in mind, kōtiro, this clipping at words like overgrown maikuku —  return the blankets of domestic life; don’t fold washing or wear shoes, polish these rerenga kē.... Continue reading
Posted Feb 8, 2018 at 3quarksdaily
Flower Instructions i. Blanket streets with plum blossoms. Rest body against warm concrete. Find rose petals on sidewalk. Glimmer of the memory garden. ii. Follow the trail of invisible bees. Nectar guides for the lost ones. Fling lasso into summer... Continue reading
Posted Feb 6, 2018 at 3quarksdaily
Storm Ending Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, Great, hollow, bell-like flowers, Rumbling in the wind, Stretching clappers to strike our ears . . . Full-lipped flowers Bitten by the sun Bleeding rain Dripping rain like golden honey— And the... Continue reading
Posted Feb 4, 2018 at 3quarksdaily
a little hopeful song —for Sile I give thee the sun as guarantee and the Egyptian faience beads and the little silver oar that was gifted once to an English harbor master. I give thee the silk dress with its... Continue reading
Posted Feb 3, 2018 at 3quarksdaily
At the City Pound I’m in charge of a cage. I know those that won’t. I don’t mean can’t. Just won’t. There’s a roster for Tuesdays, Fridays. Dogs to die. The disconsolate, the abandoned, those with recurrent symptoms, the incorrigible... Continue reading
Posted Feb 2, 2018 at 3quarksdaily
I.R.L In real life you are aging at the rate of a short-lived sitcom and the only kind of loneliness worth laughing about is throwing out half a frozen meal for two because leftovers are never funnier the next day.... Continue reading
Posted Feb 1, 2018 at 3quarksdaily
Defending Walt Whitman Basketball is like this for young Indian boys, all arms and legs and serious stomach muscles. Every body is brown! These are the twentieth-century warriors who will never kill, although a few sat quietly in the deserts... Continue reading
Posted Jan 31, 2018 at 3quarksdaily
Crossing Half of China to Sleep With You... Continue reading
Posted Jan 30, 2018 at 3quarksdaily
Daybreak Hands and lips of wind heart of water .......................eucalyptus campground of the clouds the life that is born every day the death that is born every life I rub my eyes the sky walks the land . Nightfall What... Continue reading
Posted Jan 27, 2018 at 3quarksdaily
Mystic Bounce Even if you love the racket of ascension, you must know how the power leaves you. And at this pitch who has time for meditation? the sea walled in by buildings. I do miss the quiet, don't you?... Continue reading
Posted Jan 26, 2018 at 3quarksdaily
Next Stop May morning. I lie between two dogs, the little new one rests against my leg, the middle-sized old one curls into an oval in her bed on the floor. They’ve been fed. I’ve been coffeed. In-between-time. I’ve been... Continue reading
Posted Jan 24, 2018 at 3quarksdaily
"As long as homo sapiens are involved you'll never remove the static stain of history." — Alle Zwecklos Homework —Homage Kenneth Koch If I were doing my laundry I'd wash my dirty Iran I'd throw in my United States, and... Continue reading
Posted Jan 23, 2018 at 3quarksdaily
Every Morning After Killing Thousands of Angles —excerpt 1 I read a boy's poem called " Every Morning After Killing Thousands of Angles" I forget the poem, but the title won't leave me I drink some coffee read a paper... Continue reading
Posted Jan 21, 2018 at 3quarksdaily