December 27, 2012

2012 ADVENT CALENDAR

25GREGORIAN 25COMPTON 25SKINNER 25LARIVIERE 
25JOSEPH 25POE 24RORIPAUGH 23PRESLEY 
22GREENSTREET 21VOGEL 20GUY 19BENSON 18GARR 
17COX MAKKI 16CREMIN 15KOENEKE 14GARDNER 
13BUCK PALAGI 12KAMINSKI 11LORIG 10 KLAVER 
9VIRGIL 8WORKMAN 7 GUTSTEIN 6TREADWELL 
5ORMONDE 4FOX 3PESTER 2BIG FIERCE TYGAHS 
1COHEN

December 25, 2012

DAY 25: JONATHAN SKINNER, "Fin ioi me don' alegranssa"




"Fin ioi me don' alegranssa"
Fine joys my down alleges
Persecution's plush guy amen
A normal thing to a pinched answer.
Knee an egg once, pounce a man,
Car-psyche sonar's mundane.
False lousy NGOs eat trans
And their malefic nominal glare's
Ambience sounds us, tense blue gears.
Eminence front angels' finance
Leaves loud zingers, mild ease in
Come; nuns put a verse on rancid
Cobs, belts, a cord of men.
Kissed sundial tryst'll soon blend
Comely nails, whose key suspends
Squelches, else in pert saris and
Per cunning aim, gents salve eyes.
In evil, jealous mailed parlance,
No squeegies came on Tarzan.
Can you say ovens don't please me
Per talky dolls a false desire.
--Countess of Dia

Day 25: S L, The Octopus is on Television


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Day 25: Jared Joseph, SUCH A SUN


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DAY 25: Deborah Poe, Am Vladimir







DEBORAH POE


Am Vladimir


Am hard
am the heavy gut,

stomach verged at urge of television

am binary barrage of image.

Hand. Am the first song’s
fist, uninterrupted, the mainstream
love song. Am straight. Am the child
                                               my fucking became.

Am storming the familiar
sun seeks bodies to save

my kind thus struggling
& deserving.

Am broken.
Was light-crept exception just
next door, was same
like spirit-same, born of & heard.

Spoke English
as if unfortunate squirrel.
Am greedy.

Was holding wife, was angry,
misunderstood,
was ignorant and roof over head
was led to ninety ghosts telling me:

keep words forever for their aftertaste
in Vladivostok —  
of misfortune and smoke

To  groin-calling need,
was living creature.

Crave. Am struck.
Was skin & mowed lawn. Am a part.

Was bored as machine.

Was—why—for supper
and was not rented room.

Was moral & archaic,
Napolean & bush.

Am organic wanting,
was the craving man.





This poem is (heavily) after Lucie Brock-Broido’s “Am Moor.” Words italicized in the poem are from Osip Mandelstam’s poem to Anna Akhmatova, #235. “Poems from the Thirties” from The Selected Poems of Osip Mandelstam (The New York Review of Books 1973).


December 24, 2012

DAY 24: LEE ANN RORIPAUGH, LET FREEDOM RIOT SING



















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LEE ANN RORIPAUGH



let freedom sing riot


profane as wildflowers
shoving oxygen back
into the brutal
and dictatorial air

in blue-gloved airports
in locked closets
in bombed clinics
in blood-soaked schools

in the sanctuary
beneath the jaded gaze
of scopophilic saints:

wound as spectacle
wound as bloody gash
wound as commodity

bound foot’s rotten gauze
and silk unwound
crushed bones unmachined

whalebone unharpooned
ribs unlaced
jawbone unshattered

chastity belt unchaste(ned):

a box of fear
duct-taped in day-glo
slit open

oranges alert
behind the purdah
of pesticide’s sugary veil

queen bees unsealed
from collapsing tombs of wax

guitar laws unblued
into unchained melody

Andromeda unjailed
as bait to monstrous appetite

a pistol-whipped Prometheus
left as eagle carrion
unbound from barbed wire

ungash
unslit
unmuffled

chastity belt unchaste(ned):

cunt uncensored
clitoris unhooded
pussy unbarred

fist’s tight bud
diaspora’s salvo
confetti of sparks
igniting a viral riot

a chorused blaze of heat
and fire rising fierce
against the silence