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rough draft justin: "Poetry is a form of desire devoted to the impossibility of its own fulfillment." -- D. Beachy-Quick
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A languorous old hat ambulance of recherché insouciance. Poetry is a form of desire devoted to the impossibility of its own fulfillment." - D. Beachy-Quick. Owl always love her. The high sadness condition evoked less arousal than the low sadness condition. A vice-versa'd golf umbrella. All skeleton, Maybelline eyeliner-black. An orchid, or a tumor, or i forgot;. Surprisingly suffused w/ colour—. The wilderness of our time has been exorcized. White moth whiskey; 5 o'clock cocktails. The heart is just.
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rough draft justin: 04/20/2014 - 04/27/2014
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A languorous old hat ambulance of recherché insouciance. Through our own damned trumpets, through our damned medium:". Tourniquetsonnets are sonnets i started to write after the printing/publication of my book "Self-Portrait of the Poet Suicided by the MFA Degree." it was a nice way to unshoulder, unholster? The fragments i cdn't/can't stitch into whatever i call a poem. they're deconstructed documentaries from a dragnet. here're two. Tourniquetsonnet upon the realization of a book. My grandfather’...
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rough draft justin: 06/24/2012 - 07/01/2012
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A languorous old hat ambulance of recherché insouciance. Come on in and take off yr skin and rattle around in yr bones # 5. 8220;Try to love the questions themselves. Like locked rooms and like books that are written in”. Why isn’t palindrome. Spelled the same way backwards. 8226;• trying to forget skeletons in the closet •• (i.e. youthful frottage. W/ movie studio glossies of Shirley Temple. Or flirting w/ a zebra mascot during a K-Mart grand-opening weekend. A semicolon is just a broken bone. 8226;R...
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A languorous old hat ambulance of recherché insouciance. Poem for a nurse smoking a cigarette against a police telephone box on 8th Street. Maybe memory, in the thin, soft blue light of a medevac helicopter. Time was hidden, hemmed in red, evenings at 1950s jazz clubs. 20s debutante balls and such;. I am suspended under the barometer of an incense-stained crucifix―. The mood of the dry martini at the precipice of one's heart:. Portraits of lust and false-heartedness. In a museum case. Exists or if―.
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rough draft justin: 01/12/2014 - 01/19/2014
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A languorous old hat ambulance of recherché insouciance. Modern melancholy, etc. Elegantly taking one’s clothes off before a sensuous woman. Melancholy may long for a samurai who gives everything up for the love of a geisha. Red carnations and the glamour of being a shadow. A mannequin wearing an ornate wedding dress w/ an antique birdcage for a head. Billie Holiday singing along to a Remington 5 typewriter. An Astra Constable tucked into a folded New York Times. It’s a rainy Tuesday morning.
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rough draft justin: come on in and take off yr skin and rattle around in yr bones # 11
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A languorous old hat ambulance of recherché insouciance. Come on in and take off yr skin and rattle around in yr bones # 11. Candle wax on the green grass. The periodic multiplication table of elements. 8220;The wires in the rose are beautiful.”. 8220;Imagine this as lyric poetry.”. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Plz, liaise w/ these ppl., too. She Was Romantic Before You Really Got To Know Her. Come on in and take off yr skin and rattle around . Come on in and take off yr skin and rattle around .
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rough draft justin: 05/01/2011 - 05/08/2011
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A languorous old hat ambulance of recherché insouciance. One by one, all these instances are realisms in sleep. Most likely the penultimate week of this pseudofailure of an experiment/predicament). Here are two new "poems:". Suicide w/ a slide trombone, a cut-and-paste memoir. A circular, spring-suspension carbon microphone. Police precinct houses and the new york botanical garden. 850 double pumper holley, white tie affair. Inspiration in fire insurance. Fast elevators, and a belvedere perimeter. Conste...
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rough draft justin: unsculpted, intrinsic
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A languorous old hat ambulance of recherché insouciance. Susie Q’s vibrator, pts. 1 and 2. Cliff Notes and chartreuse. Sullen notes on a 1914 Steinway Grand. In stolen fabric and/or Fear. Playing SNL ’81. Forever in debt to divergent motifs. 8220;i’m Peter Pan! 8221; or “eat my fuck”. Blithe regret, nostalgia. In my early-middle age. Of assignations and whimsy. Temporary residence in another fairytale. Of ennui and of old lovers. Abstraction, and psychological insight. Beneath my bespoke skeleton.
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rough draft justin: "through our own damned trumpets, through our damned medium:"
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A languorous old hat ambulance of recherché insouciance. Through our own damned trumpets, through our damned medium:". Tourniquetsonnets are sonnets i started to write after the printing/publication of my book "Self-Portrait of the Poet Suicided by the MFA Degree." it was a nice way to unshoulder, unholster? The fragments i cdn't/can't stitch into whatever i call a poem. they're deconstructed documentaries from a dragnet. here're two. Tourniquetsonnet upon the realization of a book. My grandfather’...
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rough draft justin: 11/25/2012 - 12/02/2012
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A languorous old hat ambulance of recherché insouciance. From 434 E 17th Street out. From 434 E 17th Street out. Thereupon comes apologies or sorrows. Curious ennui, gestural vertigo. However an eulogy of tequila and quarantine. On the other hand, discriminative affections. Of madonnas and bijoux. Koré in heaven, Justin in solitary squall. In any event, belle tournure, not something always already constructed. This tension between being here, becoming there. Coughing up blood in the dark…. What i have sd.
