Friday, December 23, 2016

Screen Dump 331

1. Action figures . . . with debits and creditors
2. with parlez-vous français
3. with inconsistent bedtime stories
4. of nights in shining amour . . .
5. have returned . . .
6. The day twists and turns and shouts out . . .
7. Checkout lines bottleneck last-minute shoppers . . .
8. BOGO becomes BOGT . . .
9. Your old Harley . . . running on empty over toll roads . . .
10. appears . . . and agrees to ferry you back
11. to the old neighborhood
12. to the desperation
13. of your parents' backyard barbecues . . .
14. with the gambits
15. karaoke machine
16. sleepovers
17. hangovers
18. (un)dress rehearsals . . .
19. Your élan vital is up up and away . . .
20. and on-deck for The Twenty Question Challenge . . .
21. The end run is in the starting blocks . . .
22. The slo-mo is a no-show . . .
23. heavy with odds for the long shot . . .
24. Install the app for It's a Wonderful Life . . .
25. Do it now . . . before it's too late . . .


Thursday, December 22, 2016

Screen Dump 330

Blundering into the hemisphere of adjuncts . . .
The holiday pinspotted with strike zone and age spots . . .
Traps baited with unbound collections . . .
The armatures of engagement, yes? . . .
You kick it up a notch for the blue screeners . . .
a bevy of iconoclasts in a black Chevy SUV . . .
ferrying across the Kill Van Kull . . .
using your archives as GPS . . . The kiosks . . . in overtime
running lines . . . forgetting . . . most . . .

Paolo Roversi

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Screen Dump 329

A photograph with no "punctum" to draw you in and disturb you.
          - Roland Barthes

You know as well as I that the costume
trumps the standoffishness . . .
this mirror-image of the transformation . . .
a surprise . . . to many . . .
a panoply of seductiveness, if you will . . .
seduction as entrée . . .
as when Proust dips his madeleine in tea
and is transported to metaphysical reverie . . .
Who is bluffing whom? . . .
Enigmatic . . . without whom . . . yes, go on . . .
I have bicycled six crooked highways . . .
To possess in its entirety
as when asleep one possesses oneself . . .
Is that Proust again? . . .
No idea . . .
A play in three . . . no four . . . acts . . .
Reassembled for extra credit . . .
The creditors askance . . . a well of silence . . .
You enter the scene . . . somnambulistically . . .
Your cropped top . . . directing traffic . . .
The extras? . . .
Conquest or discovery? . . .
Stretching out . . . in control . . .
This will be reshaped . . .
as in I will reshape the scene . . .
Isn't it obvious that it has to be redone . . .
Put your dinner with André on hold . . .
You'll be able to assume charge . . .
able to resume . . .
able to subsume . . . if need be . . .
She was so wasted, she knocked over the dip . . .
When questioned about it . . . she lied . . .

Already indifferent . . .
as change . . .
as redundant . . .
as necessary . . .

Krzysztof Warlikowski's New Proust?

Friday, December 9, 2016

Screen Dump 328

Now that you've circumvented that . . .
I just thought . . .
What with all the brouhaha . . . about whatever . . .
Time to videotape the scene . . .
Resplendent, yes? . . .
But what about the gaps . . . in the dialogue? . . .
The silence would be an action, yes? . . .
Into Great Silence . . .
Like smoking weed . . .
The form-fitting costume . . . as requested . . .
Parlaying the emptiness
as if it were the correct pronunciation
which . . . as I'm sure you know . . . it is not . . .
In cursive . . . if that's what you want . . .
Stop the car! . . .
Pull in behind that minivan
brimming with yapping animals . . .
This was written into the scene . . .
Not sure by whom . . .
But he/she said to follow the dotted line
in the dialogue . . .
Go with it . . . improvise . . .
We could try The Red Hen . . .
Yes, let's try The Red Hen . . .
In the dream, I was burglarized
and he was dead . . .
Kind of unusual . . . even for him/her . . .
Ya think? . . .
Anyway, they continued marking up the menu
with changes to the dialogue . . .
Pretty good, actually . . .
But then Door #2 swung open . . .
The revisions tumbled out of the back room . . .
Certainly enough time to grab a motel room . . .
Well of course you can . . .
Why are you lying on the floor? . . .
He/she meant no harm . . .
What about the bandaids? . . .
And your shoes are scuffed . . .
All that walking . . . seemingly in circles . . .
But now the laundry has been folded
and put away . . .
Time to proceed . . .
I'll take that call . . . and raise you three . . .

Marcin Szpak

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Screen Dump 327

1. Grim figures with notebooks and head colds . . .
2. Isosceles triangles in training . . .
3. Perch on bathroom fixtures and drywall
4. in Home Depot
5. recording life's secular apocalypses
6. for price check . . .
7. You engage them in Q&As
8. about toilet tanks . . . sawhorses . . .
9. crescent wrenches . . .
10. the impending blizzard . . .
11. Clues to materials, colors, dimensions, warranties . . .
12. as the Porcelain Doll in Orange Overalls . . .
13. Thumbing through
14. The Whole Earth Catalog's Tools for Change . . .
15. captivating players . . . and their parts . . .
16. in the tool shed . . .
17. pro forma . . .
18. with your 16 mm take
19. on Marvell's To His Coy Mistress
20. seducing the dumbstruck
21. with multi-layered costumed panegyrics . . .

Marcin Szpak





Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Screen Dump 326

1. Indiscriminate evenings . . . leggy with enticement . . .
2. with eyes . . .
3. exchange costumes at the entrance . . .
4. You know the drill . . . however goofy . . .
5. Are you underestimating the instability of the context? . . .
6. the excitement? . . .
7. Come again? . . .
8. Field studies, yes? . . .
9. as if opening a dream . . . to decades-old meanderings . . .
10. drifting . . . out-of-focus . . .
11. The sky . . . too . . . counterpointed . . .
12. with aria . . . faint . . .
13. The weird aftertaste . . . of an unknown
14. hitting you . . . hard . . . on the drive back over the bridge
15. to an all-night diner . . .
16. before tumbling . . . downplayed . . . into morning . . .

Marcin Szpak

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Screen Dump 325

1. You seek the promiscuous feeling of being alive
2. conference-call your mirror
3. and dream alterations in structural modesty . . .
4. In effigy . . . someone reminds you . . .
5. Why tarry? . . .
6. It would behoove you to take it to the next level
7. despite the rumblings from behind Door #3 . . .
8. The other day an open mic in the supermarket . . .
9. Lines run
10. on shoppers with full carts
11. and full bellies . . .
12. No one stepped up to the deli counter
13. to sample the sharp provolone . . . sliced or chunked . . .
14. How long the wait . . . in the green room? . . .

Bruno Dayan

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Screen Dump 324

1. You wake to the urge to BOGO
2. at this most wonderful time of the year . . .
3. despite fading tan lines
4. spotty cell service
5. and road-texters fessing up to the White Rabbit
6. in waiting lines that curl into makeshift parking lots . . .
7. as semiotician-stalkers scramble for seats
8. outside your bedroom window . . .
9. obsessing over the signs and symbols
10. of your designer ultrawear . . .
11. The myth morphs . . .
12. The players exchange roles as directed . . .
13. Many are missed . . .
14. A few quibble . . .
15. Rewrites are rewritten . . .
16. An aura of retrofication ensues . . .
17. The scene . . . infinitely looped . . .
18. opens . . . and closes . . .
19. opens . . . and closes . . .

Bruno Dayan

Monday, November 28, 2016

Screen Dump 323

The ramen restaurant . . . offers personal “flavor-concentration booths,” where patrons . . . can experience “low-interaction dining.”
          - Emma Allen, Eating Ramen By Yourself Is An Antidote To Everything

The isolationist in you polishes silver
in a high-ceilinged cobwebbed room
collecting and comparing handwriting samples
from hedonists . . . and patrons . . .
on the truth of the matter . . .
the Mad Hatter's riddles
etch-a-sketching memories
of your understudy, Miss Havisham . . .
a bowl of ramen noodles
a piece of wedding cake
the clock's hands cradling the past . . .
You are stymied . . . again . . .
despite the entries in your journal
its blank pages evidence
of your odyssey's decay . . .
The wedding album awaits edits . . .
Your conquests pile up in the alcove
where a fruit basket interviews applicants
for the role of supplicant . . .
a minor role, yes, but relevant
to the underpainting
which you insist is essential . . .
You, like many, fear micromanagement . . .
The scene . . . color-coded . . . familiar . . .

Bruno Dayan

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Screen Dump 322

The shoplifted elements of your profile . . .
Smudges on the answering machine . . .
Developmental studies? . . .
Would that you could, yes? . . .
And why not? . . . asks Door #3 . . .
Buckle up your overcoat next time you swim out beyond the breakers . . .
where mermaids are reassigned . . .
as Sirens . . .
gifting tantric truths . . .
The sinisterity . . .
The what? . . .
You know, the sinisterity . . .
Whatever . . .
The sinisterity of fairy tales disrupts your REM sleep . . .
I am famished . . . for nothing . . .
I welcome the accusation of pulchritude . . .
Many dislike the sound of that word . . .
and are surprised by its meaning . . .
I am intrigued by your insistence on wainscoting . . .
There are many more steps than 12 . . .
How so? . . .
Hey diddle diddle . . .
The cat and the fiddle . . .

I await the laughing dogeared edition . . .
and was sold a mock-up . . .
that whispered in my bad ear . . . throughout the night . . .
Lucky me, I thought . . .
but then resisted the urge to tweet . . .
And so they said you saw . . .
But are you vetted? . . .
It takes some undoing to read I Love Dick by Chris Kraus . . .
soon to be HBO'd . . .
Your shyness . . . replaced by boredom . . .
So what's wrong with that? . . .
With what? . . . The Sexual Life of Catherine M.? . . .
which Salon said Holds you tighter than a pair of handcuffs . . .
I was sentenced to be a fly on the wall . . .
I sat back . . . cigarillo in hand . . . or whatever they're called . . .
I examined the cracks and crazes in the enamel . . .
diagrammed the lines . . .
the air filled with scents . . . and nonsense . . .
words . . . cries . . . shouts . . . moans . . .
the unimaginable sounds of silence . . .
bodies electric becoming . . .
entangled . . . engaged . . . enraged . . . engulfed . . . encumbered . . .
Parts replaced yet the whole the same . . .
as with the compulsion to become the other . . .
an unrecognizable dainty tornado . . .
as in Eurydice's F/32 . . .
Will the miniseries continue? . . .
Will you re-up? . . .
Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? . . .
Better as Who knows what evil lurks in people's minds, yes? . . .
The Shadow knows! . . .

I weaken . . . fade from view . . .
enter the Straits of Invisibility . . .
insouciant . . . notebooked . . .

Per Zennstrom

Monday, November 21, 2016

Screen Dump 321

How many words in the average novel? . . .

                    You have mythologized your odyssey
                    pinned nametags on onlookers . . .

How many words in the average reader? . . .

                    questioning the reliability of first-person players
                    who keep butting in . . .

How many words in the average person? . . .

                    You have remade yourself . . .

How many words in the average confession? . . .

                    The nightmarish quality of cameos
                    spurs you to rethink your opening line . . .

How many words in the average day? . . .

                    People are just standing around . . .

How many words in the average saint? . . .

                    I can't stand it . . .

How many words in the average lie? . . .

                    How it looks in a two-way mirror . . .

How many words in the average lay? . . .

                    Hallmarkian? . . .

How many words in the average sentence? . . .

                    You refuse to be bottlenecked
                    by those who insist they're in the know . . .

How many words in the average rant?

                    Never before or nevermore . . . both . . . and then . . .

How many words in the average soliloquy? . . .

                    You admit to misinterpretation . . .

How many words in the average breakup? . . .

                    Your watching is fitful . . .

How many words in the average excuse? . . .

                    and your commitment is a joke . . .

How many words in the average life? . . .

                   Misdirection . . .

Tim Walker

Friday, November 18, 2016

Screen Dump 320

Life is not personal.
          - Gilles Deleuze

OK, there's a redundancy . . . like a rabid dog biting itself . . .
This from a dream a while back, yes? . . .
An online virtuoso . . . nerdy affable obsessive
bopping along
leaves town without forwarding . . . without a word
as if the top of the woodshed blew off . . .
You enter the scene . . . soundtracked by an abandoned house . . .
if only . . . if only . . . if only . . .
But is it inconsequential? . . .
Doesn't it make a difference? . . .
Hasn't it made a difference? . . .
Not ready for prime time . . . not ready for the fall . . .
Why bother? . . .
Why bother what? . . .
Why bother attending to the aftermath
when all are present and accounted for? . . .
Why bother appropriating . . . without a voice? . . .
Is that what you're asking? . . .
Hold a mirror up to yourself . . .
Tell me about the disjunctiveness . . . the fragmentation . . .
You can set up shop as a go-between in the in-between . . .

Kathy Acker (1947-1997)

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Screen Dump 319

Segue to bottled ephemera . . . clothespinned to your window . . .
with your affinity for cats . . . for dogs . . .
for cats and dogs . . .
It's raining cats and dogs . . .
the spin . . . the spin doctors . . .
the spinning . . .
the opening . . . as gingerly applied . . . then applauded . . .
Can you believe the outcome? . . .
Of course, it goes without saying, he/she reeks
of unfamiliarity . . . with the lives of others . . .
let alone saints . . .
Perhaps a touch of fear . . . or fear and loathing . . .
Exonerated? . . . One would hope not . . .
but who knows . . . given the present climate (change) . . .
with lives to spare . . . especially now . . .
You lack science . . . and a backstage pass . . .
It would behoove us to redo the read-through . . .
or the walk-through . . . whichever . . .
Cache as cache-can, yes? . . . To know
the many faces of you . . . amid the crumpled sheets of copier paper . . .

Monday, November 7, 2016

Screen Dump 318

You've lost me . . . Brutally honest and soft and vulnerable? . . .

Your aim . . . again . . . is off . . .

Gotta get outta Dodge . . .

Thomas Wolfe couldn't stop . . . either . . .

But sir, the redrafting emanates from the core . . .

You're focusing on the core, yes? . . .

Is it Taking Care or Talking Cure? . . .

Little matter . . .

Put your hands together for the midlife crisis guy, Carl Jung . . .

who, in describing himself, according to psychoanalyst Donald Winnicott,
gives us a picture of childhood schizophrenia . . .

I'll give you a moment to collect your unconscious . . .

Got meme? . . .

The fat lady who's supposed to sing has shed a few pounds . . .

Now what? . . .

We await integration of our split personalities . . .

And Sherlock Holmes's Blue Carbuncle . . .

Is the jury still out on the deerstalker? . . .

Coulda . . . Woulda . . . Shoulda . . .

Why do birds suddenly appear? . . .

Anorexia Nervosa was first described in 1684 involving the daughter of a Mr. Duke of London but wasn't given its own diagnosis until 1873 when Sir William Gull, Queen Victoria's personal physician, presented his observations of an emaciated condition in three young women: Miss A, Miss B, and an unnamed third . . .

And now for a recap . . .

The problem here is one of inertia . . .

Not a problem . . . consider the flying buttresses . . . and the general state of affairs . . .

He/she had a keen aversion to monogamy . . .

The facts in the case of the one who would leave in the middle of the night . . .

The bridge tolls alone, yes? . . .

For whom? . . .

For the party of the first part, of course . . . are you paying attention? . . .

Slipping through . . . costumed for the game . . .

Snogging with ice-men/-women until they cometh . . .

Seduction as effortless as breathing . . .

O, surprisingly, was illuminated by it, as though from within, and her bearing bespoke calm, while on her face could be detected the serenity and imperceptible smile that one surmises rather than actually sees in the eyes of hermits . . .

The odyssey continues . . .

Shelley's cats sat there . . . thinking up ways to get even . . .

Your odometer will be subpoenaed . . .

I kid you not . . . it's all about the bike . . .




Monday, October 31, 2016

Screen Dump 317

So, sad fact, but get used to it, because nothing else is going to happen.
          - Anne Carson

How well did you know him/her? . . .
I didn’t know him/her . . .
Why then the need to act? . . .
the need to deliver lines as if on stage? . . .
I am on hold . . . otherwise . . .
The world erased, rebuilt, erased again . . .

Reminds me of Poe's The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar . . .
How so? . . .
A mesmerist puts a man in a suspended hypnotic state
at the moment of death . . .
But aren't we all suspended in the here and now
awaiting deportation to the there and then? . . .

Houdini never got back to Bess, yes? . . .
But what about now? . . .
Now? . . . I'm only a pawn in the game . . .
A stretch limo . . . with credits . . .
The idea of closure as afterthought . . .
as incidental . . . lost amid the fourth wall . . .

I tried to follow the directions
but kept getting derailed by the enjambments . . .
to say nothing of the pages . . . and pages of footnotes . . .
Have no idea why I felt compelled to continue . . .
I guess it has something to do with where I’ve been . . .
A clue perhaps in the first few lines? . . .

You float above an empty amphitheater . . .
slough-off chance encounters . . .
with reenacters . . .
You hope to make a series of short films
inspired by Anne Carson’s comment that
the best one can hope for as a human

is to have a relationship with that emptiness
where God would be if God were available . . .

You return to the original wording . . .
The line-breaks have yellowed . . .
Impossible to draw the curtains . . .
This much you allow . . .


Friday, October 28, 2016

Screen Dump 316

The pattern of liking should have tipped you off . . .
A long bout of solitude
wrestling on what Mallarmé called the bony wing
only to arrive at the Pop-Up Shop of Pure Reason . . .
Irrelevant, your Honor . . .
This is all in writing, yes? . . .
The declensions . . . the alterations . . .
Insidious, but then . . .
demythologizing the odyssey . . .
à la Maggie Nelson in Bluets:
[It] worked well because he is a passive top
and I am an active bottom . . .

You have encumbered your SUV . . . and your script
with encrustations . . .
the elements of which remain just beyond your assignment . . .
yet you continue to entice players
with your absentmindedness
and hoop skirt . . . hoping for a shot at Reality TV . . .

David Benoliel

Thursday, October 27, 2016

Screen Dump 315

You're driving the bus . . . and texting . . .
flirting with alternatives . . . in graphology and museology . . .
taking back roads for all they're worth . . .
breadcrumbing a false route for trolls
back to The Holy Roman Empire . . .
Can you handle the asymmetry? . . .
the inconsistencies? . . .
Can you distance yourself from those
quibbling over insignificance? . . .
No need to reload the camera, yes? . . .
You're on record for covers
for begin-agains
for setting up a kiosk in a trailer park
outside of Atlantic City . . .
and you have been written up for quilting your odyssey . . .
complete with blue lights, dampeners, and (un)dressers . . .
Let's reshoot the conflict and resolution scene, OK? . . .
I know you would have expected a humidifier . . .
but that's for later . . . in the series . . .
after the backers bail . . .
Why bother with circumlocution now . . .
when there are oodles of others . . . chomping at the bit? . . .

Kate Barry



Saturday, October 22, 2016

Screen Dump 314

Endless arrays of costumes . . . their subtlety . . .
The clock . . . mimicking the art of the play . . .
the art of the players . . .
their parts . . .
chatting some up . . . bells and whistles . . . and all that . . .
Enlightenment on hold, of course! . . . otherwise . . .
Otherwise, what? . . .
Otherwise, . . . stop gaps . . . transpositions . . .
lost in the labyrinthine aisles
of supermarkets . . . and superstores . . .
Throw who a bone? . . .
Oh, really? . . .
Do you think . . .
Start over . . .
OK, how about this . . . Is there no other way? . . .
You could have at least waited for the credits to roll
yet knowing how way leads on to way? . . .
Time can move forward . . . and backward, yes? . . .
Why then waste time . . . in the waiting line? . . .
Subtraction as metaphor . . . as deal breaker . . .
as long lost . . .
Stop sign innuendos . . . fiberglass juxtapositions . . .
And you? . . . shortlisted . . .
here . . . in your bunker . . . a notch or two . . . up or down . . .

Kate Barry

Friday, October 21, 2016

Screen Dump 313

The Fall Before the Winter . . .

Act One, Scene One: The Agoraphobe . . .

A tilt-a-whirl ride in October’s unseasonal heat . . .
with you going on about the difficulty controlling
the unleashed vulnerability . . .
Your weeping willows . . . and pale matadors as such . . .
and your nostalgia . . . surely counterintuitive . . .
but so what? . . .
Hot prospects jam the queue . . .
Icebreakers . . . with pilsner (eye)glasses
as if Wittgenstein's half-smile
or Dylan's Nobel . . .
Hammering it out with Miles's Someday My Prince Will Come . . .
You decide to err on the side of happenstance . . .
lost in the strictures
of adult coloring books . . .
To seek refuge in a momentary lapse . . .
The incredible luminosity of such
with your ducks all lined up, yes? . . .
X marks the spot
where you began one of your maiden voyages . . .
To be continued . . .
But I thought the pervasive Dadaesque spirit of invention
was a matter of course . . .
wigging out over a red herring . . .
Notwithstanding? . . .
The question of balance comes up to the stage . . .
And I suppose you have others to spare? . . .
There’s a bagginess to it all . . .
a looseness . . .
nothing to steer the course . . .
You left in search of common ground
which you know as well as I
will quarrel with the provocative ensemble
inserted as an addendum . . .
You have been selected for tricks . . . and treats . . .
But aren't you already on someone's to-do list? . . .
Read the next paragraph to yourself, please . . .

Bruno Aveillan

Thursday, October 6, 2016

Screen Dump 312

But I am done with apple-picking now.
          - Robert Frost, After Apple-Picking

You order a side of slaw from a waitress in a faded yellow uniform

and worry the humdrum of participating in a mass transit Q&A

as if the bottom were about to fall out . . .

Books are remaindered in times like these . . .

A Netflix devotee with a fat queue trots out an old something

you don't quite get . . .

You think leeks . . .

probably because Dr. Oz extolled their benefits yesterday

on several flat screen smart TVs . . .

Just how smart are they? . . . No idea . . .

When will they ever learn? . . . Dunno . . .


Raindrops keep fallin' on your head . . .

The morning meet-and-greet is a rain check . . .

The wet grass . . . and then? . . .

And then the concubine in you appears . . .

against the world of hoary grass

to announce that she too is done with apple-picking now . . .

Future prospects cast a baleful glance . . .

foreshadowed by ossification and entropy . . .

And so it goes . . .

the after-hours dramatization

the playing hooky in the aftermath . . .

Stymied . . . and overwhelmed . . . with delight, I might add . . .

sinking your teeth into a covered dish

as passersby scratch stubble . . .

and dream of becoming swingers of birches . . .

The standing room only room spins . . .

and fills with surrogate ventriloquist dummies

riding bicycles built for two . . .

By then you are three, four, five . . . maybe even six or seven . . .



Saturday, October 1, 2016

Screen Dump 311

There was no misnomer . . . in retrospect . . .
No mistranslation . . . misinterpretation . . .
Naughtiness rendered as daguerreotype . . .
rendered kaleidoscopically . . .
Tests of insignificance at the .05 level invade your sleep . . .
raise hell with the books on the shelf . . .
say nothing when the garden is readied for winter . . .
The overcast morning gives way to a detour . . .
gives way to a mind of winter . . .
I marvel at your driving . . .
And you with your vegetable mindset . . .
a vegan's way of looking at a menu . . .
Destry Rides Again . . . Excuse me? . . .
Cyclists spinning . . . around second base . . . grandstanding . . .
practicing voice lessons . . .
vocal folds encircle Gregorian Chants
in the first inning of a triple header
on the Williamsburg Bridge . . .
Sonny Rollins . . . on the Williamsburg Bridge . . .
circa 1962 . . .
Returning to Brooklyn . . . in the back seat . . .
lipstick smudges . . .
lipstick smudged . . .
As if the body were a stop light . . . snagging the unsuspecting . . .
As if rigor mortis were about to set in . . .
And you . . . odyssey'd . . . hanging by the threat of a garter belt . . .
by the threat of a garter snake . . .
and it's summer . . . fall . . . winter . . . spring . . .
and it's Howdy Doody Time . . .
with Clarabell (all three) . . . and Buffalo Bob . . .
and it's your wedding day . . .
rewound to the first time . . .
Stick women . . . in bustiers . . .
Naughtiness . . . under layer upon layer upon layer of tulle . . .
Come right in! . . . only to count out thirty pieces of silver . . .
Just the other day I was reminded
of Penfield's memory experiments . . .
We forget nothing, yes? . . .
Pontificating on Windows 10 Internet speed degradation . . .
But I'm worried about consuming huge system resources . . .
and deconstructed grocery lists . . .

Caution! . . . Wet Paint! . . .
the wrong color . . .
the wrong place . . .
the wrong time . . .
There was no wreckage . . . in retrospect . . . but now look . . .

Sarah Moon




Tuesday, September 27, 2016

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But it doesn't have to mean . . .

For example? . . .

Goethe . . . the German Shakespeare . . . the poet of affinity . . .

a lively color but one devoid of gladness . . .

And so? . . .

Your weeping ages you . . .

I can see it in the smoke and mirrors . . .

and in the black canvas of your next project . . .

The prestidigitator's attempt to forestall the inevitable . . .

irrespective of the curfew dictated by the peanut gallery . . .

Why your favorite book? . . .

Your favorite author? . . .

Why now? . . .

This morning's talk through the woods . . .

past the kitties' burial site . . .

how your favorite colors relate to your favorite films . . .

Anything there? . . .

You tell me . . .

I mean . . . but it doesn't have to mean, yes? . . .

The fingerpainted reinterpretations of your odyssey . . .

The players . . . and their parts? . . .

Your intrusive necessary whistling . . .

I know as well as I can . . .

Intrusions are just what the doctor ordered . . . sometimes . . .

A side order of fried green tomatoes would do well about now . . .

Bruno Dayan

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

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The matter-of-fact streets of your makeshift childhood crowd with regrets over the empty candy bins in May's News, the corner store stuffed with cigars, cigarettes, comics, skin mags, soda, ice cream . . . where daily you were dispatched for a double chocolate . . . and the number . . . Done . . . and done again . . . And why not, yes? . . . It's all there . . . in the pianistic improvisations of Frederick Nietzsche . . . who . . . like all of us . . . dreamed of the paper city of Carpe Diem . . . elbowing his way through a table-read of Bela Tarr's The Turin Horse . . . a revitalization sequel to the twelve steps as leaked to NPR . . . I was asked to remind you that the marquee for the The Last Picture Show awaits your edits . . . And you're filming this for a surrogate? . . .



Saturday, September 3, 2016

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That it doesn't always work out . . .
this cup-and-saucer world of water-resistant fonts
where Harry meets Maggie
and your search for totemic images
inflates to Jungian proportions
with parking spaces
brimmed with backstory metaphors
and exotic asides -
the nuts-and-bolts of Dunkin' Donuts . . .
the spiraling down
with heel lifts calling the shots
eight ball in your hip pocket . . .
You await word from persons of interest
displaced to the farther reaches . . .
The fits and starts of unknowns . . .
The morning after the day before . . .
You continue to imagine
the beginning middle and end
of most excuses . . .
the popcorn days of your apprenticeship
tapdancing the good life
with deposits from sticky bottles
recycled from the Tour . . .
and the sparring over putting pen to paper
with eyes on the exit
transforming lockups into the lockdowns
of summer's documentation . . .
the trash Instagrammed . . . and posted . . .

Marcin Szpak

Friday, August 19, 2016

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Foodshopping for answers to the 20 questions
double-parked in your brain . . .
you exhume a meta-metaphor for use in this poem
bridging then and now . . . and then again . . .
Players from your odyssey costumed as extras . . .
reappear . . . and begin texting . . .
vying for a seat on the Argo . . .
But why here? . . . Why now? . . .
Back to the woodshed . . .
back to rehearsing the audible improbability
of life's irrepressible ups and downs . . .
Irrepressible? . . .
Alas, poor Yorick! . . .
You too knew him? . . .
Shakespeare's 400th? . . .
On the white beaches of P-town? . . .
Bicycles like puppy dogs lined up on the fences? . . .
Yes, of course! . . .
the betting windows at Saratoga
the ponies of August
the ghosts at Yaddo . . .
and the times when your thoughts were blanketed
by unknowns shadowing you . . . and your other . . .


The Bicycles of Provincetown