HAS T.S. ELIOT KILLED THE SCARRIET POETRY HOT ONE HUNDRED?
The last Scarriet Hot 100 list was headed up by Kent Johnson, a talented poet who loved everything to do with poetry and interacted with me on the internet recently—a good man, a good soul, a loving...
View ArticleJANUARY FIRST, MASSACHUSETTS
Remembrance resembles immortality;Forgetting, a kind of hell.Your poetry resembles diary,without technique,and will not be memorableto a stranger—who isn’t badbecause she doesn’t remember you.Your...
View ArticleCOMICAL
Love, like anything else, can be funny. A tall, handsome, guy; just picture it: nice hands, perfectly normal, and she was a complete weirdo— there she is, walking really slow, thin, angular, moody,...
View ArticleTHE LIMITS TO ART
“Wealth both causes and cures corruption. The world never lets us hide for long, that’s true, but I am hiding with wealth I have received from them, and yes, even from you, and by all standards I...
View ArticleSOCIETY HAS BECOME SO STUPID
Society has become so stupid I don’t care that my daughter gets bad grades. I am a jerk for hanging my head, for being ashamed of myself for so long. My wife—who I don’t love—knows how stupid I am and...
View ArticleTHE PHYSICAL
The physical is preferred in every case,in the arms, the legs, the buttocks, the face.It’s why the addiction to sportsis ubiquitousand the looks on facesfrom the intellectual retorts,the body...
View ArticleJORDAN PETERSON ON PUNK ROCK
Jordan Peterson on punk rock:No, no, no, it’s perfectly fine to respond favorablybut just understand what these feelings are and what they might lead to.The wise and knowing punk rock fan: fuck...
View ArticleTHIS IS THE MUSIC I LOVED AND THEY HATED
It was foreign and lilting. I smiled sadly at every song serene. The love emotional. Almost like poetry. Stately inside of stately. A crying, distant piano. Occasionally the tempo would pick up and it...
View ArticleTHE ROPES OF LONGING
No, I didn’t think our love would last (the way she talked) but the ropes of longing hold me fast. “Once a month I can visit you! And the whole month I will long for you.” Impertinent! Nothing like...
View ArticleHAPPY BIRTHDAY POE, AMATEUR SCIENTIST
Edgar Poe spoke to me, briefly. “You’re right. They think I’m morbid. I merely enjoyed myself. You do that, too.” He whispered the final sentence. I was strangely moved, as if the round red sun broke...
View ArticleSPORTS DOES NOT EXIST. LUCK ATTACHED TO YOU IS THE ONLY THING WHICH EXISTS.
Look at the little boy wearing his football helmet! Imagine an imaginary sports league. The Captains, the Crustaceans, the Canines, the Curls, the Cute Ones, the Cranks, the Clumps, the Causeways, the...
View ArticleWE NEVER SAY WHAT WE MEAN
You never say what you mean out of respect for everything. Is it good to be quiet about so much? To pay so much respect to what is rich—because you are lean? It gets to the point where the unspoken is...
View ArticleA MODERN SONG, OR, MATHER IN A LATHER
for Mather Schneider We were walking outdoors. My friend said, “look— do you think rhyme belongs here or somewhere in a book?” “Everywhere,” I said. “There’s nothing modern or wrong but the poet will...
View ArticleWALKING TOWARDS HER
Walking towards her or when she walks towards me symbolizes love and poetry. A view traveling by represents friendship and the painter’s soft sigh. If you look too hard you will find the ugly. Too...
View ArticleIMPERFECT AS I AM
No one in my family is a photographer, But there they are, at family gatherings, clicking away. The snapshot is not who I am. I don’t look like that. I know I’m not that ugly. My head is not that fat....
View ArticleAMERICA
Long films have been replaced by short ones we can watch at home. We’ve returned to when there were no movies— sensual Greece or old, collapsing Rome. It was easy for citizens to conspire behind the...
View ArticleWHAT NO ONE ELSE IS THINKING
What no one else is thinking fails to interest us, in poem or speech. There are geniuses like stars who are simply out of reach. What everyone is thinking, like sunlight in the day, also condemns the...
View ArticleI COULD NEVER
I could never be clever to her directly. In her presence I was too intimidated by her beauty. I let her see when I was witty with them— I loved so many women in front of her it would make your head...
View ArticleOSCAR TIME
They’re just doing what they seen someone else do. My aunt does impressions. Everybody acts. Anyone can set up a camera and show us this beautiful Irish island, this old man’s handsome face, a donkey....
View ArticleAM I REALLY THAT UGLY?
I stared at myself for an hour before work and here at the station I stare at others. What is mouth, chin, nose, forehead, eye? How do they assemble themselves in destiny, poetry which doesn’t have to...
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