Monday, February 17, 2020

Darrell Petska - Post-Postmodern Pensées

I. Before Sleep

A disciplined knife can open a word, just one slit freeing worlds that unfold like an endless ant parade. Can we split a tear without drawing blood? The slightest sliver of tear can pierce the throbbing hive of a heart, freeing a swarm of sensibilities, virtual heart-seeking missiles to zero on him or her or them asleep beside us. Words, tears, hearts—This may sting a bit, we say, aware there must be weeping if we are to get any sleep.

***
II. A Tip

Confusion rides our genes like the weather: bewildered born, bewildered dying. Congresses on clarification assemble from east to west while soft southerly winds wipe our brains clean. So let us laugh. The bugs are watching, looking for an in. Even one word written large can be therapeutic, though knowing the dictionary backward and forward does not ensure sound sleep. Lying with one's head to the north helps.

***
III. On The Human Experience

Silence is the greatest eloquence, the dead saying more than the living. An empty page can capture the entire human experience. Every claim we make is suspect, every assumption riddled by moths. Next year, the Nobel Prize in Literature will go to the gilded mime in Prague Square. Narrow-mindedness garners but self-acclaim: such boats lack ballast. Though poets and philosophers run fools' errands, inaction offers little but rust.

***
IV. Always, The Laughter

Animal magnetism generates our species. No one is immune, though not everyone fattens at that trough. The breadth of one's reach is crucial. A long nose often points the way. Discouragement is not subtle: step aside, you fainthearted. Science is sound but will is weak. The resulting heredity is a lottery. In the end we are babes in les bois to believe we know our heart's true desires. Hear, in the wings, Mozart's soundless laughter.

***
V. With a Chance of Rain

Birds get high on the seeds of discipline. And what do our dexterous hands tend to sow? Spinach, which is why our children renounce us. All too soon, they figure things out and declare their playgrounds puerile. To combat time-spatial drift, we become so deliberate that our lives can be forecast like the weather. Birds build their castles. We queue like lemmings and bemoan our indigestion—as close to will as we can come.

***
VI. Consider the Pansy

What has the pansy to say for itself with such bluster in the world? Post-postmodern dogs and cats feel compelled to remark on every moment—gone the days of scratch and sniff and ye shall know. Maxims are too abstruse for the football generation. A few lines of discourse roam the city seeking a room, but the inns are full of advertisements. The pansy feels no compunctions, its smile in face of nature's pejoratives truly remarkable.

Friday, February 14, 2020

Rachel Barns - Disconcerning Sentiment Stats

1.
anticipation - 20%
joy - 20%
surprise - 20%
anger - 10%
disgust - 10%
fear - 10%
trust - 10%

2.
anger - 20%
anticipation - 20%
fear - 20%
sadness - 20%
surprise - 20%

3.
joy - 33.3%
anticipation - 16.7%
disgust - 16.7%
surprise - 16.7%
trust - 16.7%


4.
anger 27.3%
disgust 18.2%
fear 18.2%
sadness 18.2%
anticipation 9.1%
surprise 9.1%


5.
disgust 22.2%
joy 22.2%
trust 22.2%
anger 11.1%
anticipation 11.1%
surprise 11.1%



Monday, February 3, 2020

Christopher Barnes - Liberty Atoms


***
Liberty Atoms 1
Sun defaults at climb.
Winged viper hulks
In nipping twitchgrass
To Maisie’s prompt.
Her teardrops firm up no lifeline.
Stencilled on boiled egg:
“One night – this time –
You do understand”.

***
Liberty Atoms 2
Pea-pods in Belleek ware –
Only tide-sniffed coal.
Maisie’s fingertips bled.
Our kitchen tightened as she wittered
A jinxed dirge.
On a bus ticket:
“I would like to see you
To talk about my brother’s death”.

***
Liberty Atoms 3
Emery-rough towel…strewn
Maisie gnashes carbolic
Howl-storying into evaporation.
This instant’s quarrel peeps
Through the ghosts’ no-matter wishes.
Copied onto a synthetic eyelash:
“He’s just an external impulse,
A sort of jolt, a solid entity”.

***
Liberty Atoms 4
Damask chiffon scarf
Muzzled the handset obstinately.
Our toadlet flopped
Into peeling door.
Maisie imagined numbers,
Glaring at fallow A4.
Zeros bevelled.
On neat velvet
Confidence-trick diamonds pushed into:
“Edward has been disappointed
And a little hurt”.

***
Liberty Atoms 5
Boulder-snaplink choker
Would not be donned.
Gala day scrapped.
Amelia whomped Maisie,
Floundering oysters.
Cloud ruptured –
In glazed shoreline:
“Do you imagine that you can save the world
Simply by proving that it is possible?”

Monday, January 27, 2020

Sheila Murphy - Three pieces




Petrarch in a Petrie Dish
Elan is less a suffix than a plant.
Come hither and reduce.
The mantra you may reverence
is likely the new moisture.
Just advance and time the tale
you are about to wash.
At length, I note the blossoms
au courant, redeeming stale
apostles of our making
that reveal the perp in calibrated
form. A window near the other
window shifts the length
of sidecar blooms and cradles
how we worth our way into
eternity, one lotion at a time.

***
The Floor
Let me disappoint you at my leisure
only to await dismissive looks
too plural as I see my shoes
blend with the land
as if the sky were merely
painted on behind the treetops
where I’m not supposed to look.

***
Sample Size
An ample quirk of fate reverted to the instant ivory of long tones loved by fingers used to sand. Reconnaissance emboldens lucid water. And the planks just pure as peat. Give us this fray our domiciles as underage revocable young trucks. I blemish what I’ve caught and steel myself to winter as it grays out layman’s terms. The limit of my sensory indifference ranks softly in the park of venerable snowmen. Just a place to park behind the sleet and grow.

Storm troop, botany, the rewound decibels at work

Sunday, January 19, 2020

Michael Estabrook

I MIRROR IN / EE  OO/ O LUNCH

gleaming-white
bump   of
a
red-haired
golden   shining
enough
for me   her
finger      nails
her lips

EE  OO
the side
road
mowing   her
up
green   &
short
short

O LUNCH
lunch
staring
with the scuffs
them
that
vacuumed
& washed
couldn't have
chose
better
to eat
around
my mouth
over
her
she

made   today.

Sunday, January 12, 2020

Joseph Kushluk - Five Part Mess

Play every part for the five times. Before perfoming the sequence make your own order of performing.

1.
K ko kuA G a - K k k uA G a
Re Ra R AA A G E EEK
Ka Ke K A AA GE E E K
Gnu - Gnu - Gnu - Gnu (Pi Zi Ka To)
Aa Ki Ga -x -x -x -x -x/-ch -ch -ch -ch -ch

2.
Ab` Ge - `OE
Ta `I`E
BOO TIA

3.
HHAABE
PPACAE
OEB-OEB

5.
H H H H - BIICHE

4.
Bou - Pou - Lou - Sou - Nee - Noo - Kou
Nee - Ni - Nee - Ni - Vee - I I
Do - O - R - D - Tw - No - Zza - Tche - Tche
Ska - Ska - Ska/ Cka - Cka - Cka.

6.
Ffff - P!
Ffff - P!
F-f-F-f-F - Pppp!
Fp - FP! F - P!
P - ppppppppP!P!P!P!

Fp! Pf! Fp! Pf!
Ffff...
Fp! Pf! Fp! Pf!
Pppp...
Fp! Pf! Fp! Pf!

Fp! Pf! Fp! Pf!
Pfpff FPPfPP PFpFff
FPfP pF pf - PF fp FPF - PFpff
Fp! Pf! Fp! Pf!
FFPf p-pp f-p-f p-tschk-ff~
pf-p fpf~ pf-p fpf~
Fp! Pf! Fp! Pf!
P-Fpfp - FPFPp - FPFPFPFP - pfPfpf
Fp! Pf! Fp! Pf!


Fp! Pf! Fp! Pf!
Ffff...

Fp! Pf! Fp! Pf!
Pppp...
F - ffffffffF!F!F!F!

PFpFff - PFpFff
PfPFff!!!!!!~

Fp! Pf! Fp! Pf!
PFpF fP fp - Fp pf PFP - FPffp Fp! Pf! Fp! Pf!
FFPf p-pp f-p-f p-tschk-ff~
Fp! Pf! Fp! Pf!
P-Fpfp - FPFPp - FPFPFPFP - pfPfpfFp! Pf! Fp! Pf!
Fpfp- pfpF - PpfPFPF
p - P - p - p - p - F-p-F-fP

Fp! Pf! Fp! Pf!
Ffff... S~~~

Fp! Pf! Fp! Pf!
Pppp...
Pppp...  F.
...Ai!

Coda:
Ai Ai Ai Ai AI
AI AIAIAIAIAIAIAIAIAIAIAI~~~~~~~~
A - a - a- u - a.u.- a -u.a -u.a - a u -a - u - a

I - i - i - i - ia- iau
I - i - i - i - ia- iau
iau - iai - iau - iau
A_. A_. A_. A_. A_. A_.
I_. I_. _.I_. I_. I-I_.I_.I_.I_.

8.
A~~~ a~~~ A`aZANZ
Z - A - Nz
NzA - za-za-za
N. N. N. N. Naaaa!~
Z Z Z Z Z Z ~~~~~~~~~ Z-z-z-a-a-AA!
A~~~ a~~~ A`a

A~~~ a~~~ A`a
ZRS! Z
J-xe!  Rj Nb Cm P! Nj-jJ



A~~~ a~~~ A`a

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A~~~ a~~~ A`a






A~~~ a~~~ A`a

Sunday, January 5, 2020

John Grey - Three Poems

1 GRADUATE Z

A girl from Missouri
blooms in the bowers,
the showers.  I like the
wind’s preposterous violincello,
the flying sequoias 
coursing through the park.

I watch the medicine man
in snow shoes
lassoing dawn stars.

Like shadows trumpeting,
nights breed fireflies 
in a wild-cat town,
a whirling fantasy of candles,
alien & vain.

Sunset’s harp-sound
the white quartz shine
& blind man song
humming root  dim fields of ringing bells.

A new graduate  
lean as wheat 
her gratification vast & weird.   
I could shag & twist
and come out tangled & awry.

But the skies
are the very whimsy
and their sails, bark temples


***

2 END GAME

the list of service personnel
sober rejoicing    addressed to press 
& radio   an official announcement
followed by ruthless aggression & brutality

for several days   the issuance
broadcast a communique    reliable
   information
that this is true

aroused speculation 
encountered little or no resistance
various scattered pockets
secured free passage
possibly loaded with troops

aside from actual operations
require vast amounts of equipment
& will no longer complain
about being orphans
able to see from a foxhole
a spokesman on the way out

***
3 JEALOUSY

very pretty girl stood at the edge
accidentally fired indoors.
with the kids that still thought
in terms of 
the next playing field
maybe they want the heart-song for themselves.
         &  now that stitched emissary
pride shrunk down to trembling,

she smiled warmly, sweetly,
graveyards feast on dead voices. Tombstones can't wait to
weep  for Hemingway or O'Hara or even Tennessee Williams.
as eyes would have it,
            she figured if you want someone to make you omelets
bats & balls must be left behind

become the softest option
broken bedroom windows were forgotten.
the act ends with two encores
what's hummed on the way home
& then a distant crash of glass