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 27, 2012
December 26, 2012
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.
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.
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.
No squeegies came on Tarzan.
Can you say ovens don't please me
Per talky dolls a false desire.
--Countess of Dia
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
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
(click for audio)
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
December 23, 2012
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