Friday, May 30, 2014

Screen Dump 82

You no longer walk the imaginary streets of commuter bicycles . . .
the streets of blackened windows . . .
the streets teeming with unidentified flying people . . .
Your refrigerator hit the road . . . weeks ago . . .
You need a break . . .
A time-out room . . . of your own . . .
A place to rethink thoughts . . .
Yes, we've read your messages on the rocks . . .
and tagged passages for re-reads . . .
The summer has emailed your invitation . . .
Your sandcastle . . . a halfway house . . .
filled with linen . . . and run-on sentences . . .
awaits your admission . . .
You can hardcopy your books there . . .
and gift summer people . . .
who wander the dunes with metal detectors . . .
in search of lost episodes . . .
The image in the mirror wants to take you shopping . . .
for the costume you climbed out of . . at the responsible party . . .
where you were fingered for obsessive crayoning . . .
What a trip! . . .
Bring on the appetizers! . . .

Paolo Roversi

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Screen Dump 81

Forwarding email addresses as a way of touching base . . .
They come and go . . . come and go . . .
Following desire lines . . . I suppose . . . through the darkness of chapters . . .
Mapping the squalls in relationships . . .
You are so close . . .
Your tomatoes did 90 seconds with Dr. Oz . . .
Your tank top was a runner . . . up . . .
Will the summer be a one-piece or a two-piece? . . .

Bianca Stone

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Screen Dump 80

Does anybody really care?
          - Chicago

You've hopscotched past the point of no return . . .
Standing on your head? . . .
Your house slowly slipping away . . .
Your signed copy of The Complete Poems of John Donne . . . ditto . . .
You are not alone . . . again . . .
You have installed an OED  app . . .
and submitted a proposal to an RFP . . .
A muted palette awaits your random keystrokes . . .
Your project to interview retired earworms is on hold . . .
What about the conifers you tagged . . .
on your road trip along Highway 51? . . .
They're waiting for the green light . . .
I've heard you've agreed . . . to ditch the handbag . . .
the moleskin notebook . . . the conundrum nesting on your bedpost . . .
Are you sure you're OK with that? . . .
Your wish for an elemental calm . . . has been duly noted! . . .

Bianca Stone

Friday, May 23, 2014

Screen Dump 79

In spite of all, some shape of beauty moves away the pall from our dark spirits.
          - Bianca Stone

A complimentary glass of wine . . . and you are happy with the grape . . .
You had hoped to escape the weekend but it arrived . . . with extended play . . .
and now your car is barking . . . and you refuse to make the best of it . . .
Practicing with crayons has brought you here . . .
To this place of accidental Hamlets . . .
where tragic refrigerators with doors ajar pucker front stoops . . .
How can you continue to pump iron . . . with headlights as fact checkers? . . .
Does it bother you that your tank top is doing all the talking? . . .
I've seen you here before . . . so why the wide-eyes . . .
appropriated . . . from the local library à gogo . . . when no one was looking? . . .

Bianca Stone

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Screen Dump 78

And though the news was rather sad, well I just had to laugh.
          - The Beatles, A Day in the Life

You're disinclined to collaborate with biopics . . .
Citing no wish to have images explain your text . . .
Next to impossible? . . . Not! . . .
You put in for a 17-year hiatus . . . and threaten a walkabout . . .
then segue to a meditation . . . on fantasies . . .
Toy Story 5? . . .. . .
Stepping out . . . of your comfort zone? . . .
Without the necessary paperwork? . . .
For shame! . . .
Ninepins fail stress tests, you know . . . but who cares? . . .
Your spellcheck's Cupertino Effect has got you in hot water . . . again!. . .
Next time . . . Oh, there won't be a next time? . . .
Said the spider to the fly . . .

Patrick Demarchelier

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Screen Dump 77

A foreign movie moment . . . à la Jung's personal unconscious . . .
Unexpectedly riveting . . .
Several books tucked into the bedside . . . a late night tête-à-tête . . .
Someone with a puzzled look says something about the lighting . . .
Morandi still lifes color the corners . . .
following a sojourn to 7-Eleven . . .
where textures continue to speak to us . . .
The subtle convergence of you . . . centerfold . . .
donating part of your welcome to unsaid promises . . .
lurking behind the lilacs in the front yard . . .
pneumatic hammers going up against pro bono ball handlers . . .
Your exiting in the middle as directed by one of your many admirers . . .
Settle down? . . . Poppycock! . . .

Patrick Demarchelier

Friday, May 16, 2014

Screen Dump 76

A tollbooth in your gut . . . and you are religioned . . .
sampling the steps . . . to a confessional . . .
where you . . . in 25 or fewer words . . .
spin tales of toil and trouble . . .
The rule book disintegrates . . .
Elementary particles fly around the room . . . lodge in your tantrum . . .
jolt the body into words . . .
Despite your self-abnegation . . . you have the gist . . .
You can always buy out . . . or be bought out . . .

Paolo Roversi

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Screen Dump 75

Losing yourself . . . in the unbearable lightness . . .
Leaving marginalia . . . at all hours . . . in a dead language . . .
Your sadness . . . a three-ring binder . . .
Waiting to be sprung . . . from the hoosegow . . .
with Facebook friends . . . there when you were . . .
A mystic . . . robed in an earthy palette . . .
coloring the shore-lapping waves . . .
Happiness has been asking around . . . looking for you . . .
and will find you . . . on opening day . . .
pinch-hitting . . . in a double-header . . .
The crowd . . . always the crowd . . . on its feet . . .

Freja Beha Erichsen

Monday, May 12, 2014

Screen Dump 74

Eloping with a plastic horse in the not-too-distant future . . .
Nights of entrepreneurial fantasies . . . and bone-dust . . .
the morality police on doughnut break . . .
Finding yourself mired in old habits? . . .
Perhaps you should cut back . . . on the insinuations . . .
the invocations . . . the intrusions . . .
on your propensity for clipping coupons . . .
from the flyers blizzarding the stairwell . . . lawsuits swooping down . . .
Yes, retreat to your domesticity . . .
to your panoply of impressions . . .
little-girl-lost . . . dominatrix . . . intermediary . . .
single-malted . . . primed for rewrite . . .
Forget the bed-head . . .
Your optic nerve knows better than anyone . . .
Including the homebrew crew . . . most of whom have become homebound . . .
paying the Joker . . . for box-lunch time-outs . . .
waiting to deplane . . . and begin . . . again . . .
As the mind gently bloats . . . it will all come into focus . . .

Paolo Roversi

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Screen Dump 73

But you said M-E-T-A-P-H-Y-S-I-C-A-L . . .
with hurricane asides . . . and aspirin(g) temps . . .
Not to be duped . . .
Not to feel the pressure of the curtain call . . .
Categorizing thumbnails . . . surreptitiously . . .
Then posting to Facebook . . .
Some have been retrieved . . . recycled . . . rekindled, even! . . .
A brief history of machines, yes? . . .
Awaiting your signature . . .
Your dreams of boredom in the present moment . . .
A cavalcade of tenses . . .
Speaking-in-tongues . . . for those without a voice . . .
Fondling your depression . . . as if tweaking . . .

Paolo Roversi

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Screen Dump 72

You've muted the video . . . chugged a Red Bull . . .
pressed Stoner  into hands-a-plenty . . .
In the thrall of the latest, yes? . . .
Distracting us from the anguish of our inner lives? . . .
The anguish of Days of Our Lives? . . .
Many prefer the heaven of a false religion . . .
I've tired of color-coding the hours of pumped-iron . . .
P90X-ing away the mood swings . . .
Alternating subtleties with highlighting . . .
Tweet the food network . . . for closure . . . and retribution . . .

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Screen Dump 71

The enchanting cosmos . . . of the dressing room . . .
The ultimate in gymnastics . . .
angularities . . . contours . . . convolutions . . .
Noodling as movement . . . as improvisation . . .
as just plain winging-it . . .
Rearranging (?) molecules . . .
unveiling sights, sounds, tastes . . . with your bag of tricks . . .
your enigmatic coat of arms . . . your magic . . .
Mixing the now . . . piece . . . by piece . . . by piece . . .
Everyone a star-struck star . . .
Everyone a closet something-or-other . . .
The show to go on . . . with or without . . .

Cabaret (2014)

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Screen Dump 70

Trafficking in embellishments . . . to enhance palatability? . . .
As a CIA grad in checkered chef pants . . .
Providing expert testimony on condiments . . .
You have discovered the power of the tongue . . .
This . . . a delightful sidebar . . .
How often to get the maximum benefit (nodding off in the corner)? . . .
Sublimation: A User's Guide . . .
DJ'ing at your favorite club . . . dismissing quandaries . . .
There will be hell to pay . . .
Pesky offshoots . . . hacked . . .
Think backgammon . . . or Parcheesi . . .
You have linked the rulebook to memory sites . . .
Flagging Step 1 through Step X . . .
Jotting notes in reverse script . . . imagining the mirror . . .
and the surface . . . and the convolutions . . . of the body . . .

Monday, May 5, 2014

Screen Dump 69

The body below the surface . . . as deep . . . deeper . . . deepest . . .
Tracing the image . . . in hieroglyphics . . .
Your seductions . . . the beauty of the gesture . . .
Walking . . . as if no one . . . or everyone . . . is listening . . .
Interrogating the rain . . . to find solace . . .
in fortune's half-smile . . .
in the choral singing wafting in . . . sotto voce . . .
Outwardly . . . everything copacetic . . .
The feeble attempt to escape . . .
Your long arms . . . a semaphore . . . signaling . . .
from an archaeological dig . . . where too much has been unearthed . . .
As if, yes, I too . . . have been victimized . . .

Paolo Roversi

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Screen Dump 68

Low-flying incubi . . . slip past your naiveté . . .
morphing into anonymous flights of fantasy . . .
through back-door labyrinths . . . costumed . . . non-forwarding . . .
clubbing . . . with hometown favorites . . .
who off-nights blow town . . .
leaving you stringing memories into necklaces of prayer beads . . .
You have re-upped for a tour of Facebook . . .
with interim partners . . . slotted for make-believe . . .
Bless me, Father, for I have . . .
again . . . and again . . . and again . . .


Paolo Roversi