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I'd rather be pouring concrete. If only
to wake up mornings with a simple answer
for every ache—to separate
this day's body from the last.
To dismiss the myth that we survive
our sleep.
The wooden form is reassuring.
Itself a stabilizing, a holding in of weight
only to be knocked away when it becomes
merely a holding on—when the wood's strength
becomes the weak home of termites
colonizing the crawlspace.
In Glasgow, Charles Rennie Mackintosh
built a school of art of concrete
polished so smooth that you'd swear
it was marble.
Inside, he built a library
from a forest—a garden enclosed
in concrete. A second Eden
where we, the damned, are free to eat.
Is it wrong to exalt this work, this toiling
under the sun? The building of towers,
the laying of foundations, the moving of stones
from one place to the other.
.
to wake up mornings with a simple answer
for every ache—to separate
this day's body from the last.
To dismiss the myth that we survive
our sleep.
The wooden form is reassuring.
Itself a stabilizing, a holding in of weight
only to be knocked away when it becomes
merely a holding on—when the wood's strength
becomes the weak home of termites
colonizing the crawlspace.
In Glasgow, Charles Rennie Mackintosh
built a school of art of concrete
polished so smooth that you'd swear
it was marble.
Inside, he built a library
from a forest—a garden enclosed
in concrete. A second Eden
where we, the damned, are free to eat.
Is it wrong to exalt this work, this toiling
under the sun? The building of towers,
the laying of foundations, the moving of stones
from one place to the other.
.
Literature
The Couplet and the Villanelle
The Couplet and the Villanelle
Said the couplet to the villanelle
"You, for all of your complexity
really are a vacuum and a shell
overwrought and odd, compared to me.
You, for all your cunning and your craft
your metaphors and similes and signs
conjure awkward rhymes that make me laugh
strung together in repeating lines."
Said the villanelle to couplet small
"I know I can ramble on at times
but, you know, you are inside of me
and you are complicit in my rhymes.
What's ironic though, you know... doggonnit.
both of us are stuck within this sonnet."
Literature
i think it was a friday
I walked about 4 miles home while nursing a bottle of vodka.
I've seen these houses, these businesses, every day for years
but now they glow with that pre-dawn illuminance offered by
speeding drunks and cops and kids on pcp screaming down alleys
when I'm the only one who can hear.
I don't remember it raining during the night
but the puddles huddling against the curbs seem to remind me of something.
Something lost and stagnant like the abandoned bastard water that exists
without the rain to blame it on.
I left the party and the friends when I realized that I hated everybody there
and I took the rest of the hard liquor with me.
It do
Literature
leitmotif
(I will never forgive Millais for painting Ophelia calm in the water. My cousin Noah died shoeless and struggling under a lonely mans hands, his eyes full of rain runoff. Real people dont sink as pretty as oil on canvas: Noah was four feet five on the autopsy slab, no flowers, no frames. I am ruled by the aesthetic, but I would embrace his every imperfection if it meant having him back. This clumsy dilettante still loves Noah with the scabs on his shins, sitting sloppy at Sams recitals in sneakers and shorts. Give me the asymmetry of his eyelashes. For the fir
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The Glasgow School of Art was severely damaged by a fire. Here is a poem I wrote some years ago after my first visit. The library, in particular, continues to have an impact on my mind, on my entire conceptualization of living space. The library appears to be a total loss: www.bbc.com/news/uk-scotland-g…
Additional notes:
Has appeared in the literary journal of Virginia Tech, Silhouette, 2008; the literary & art journal of Ohio Northern University, Polaris, 2007-2008; and the Marlboro Review 21 (the first and last digital issue).
I'm only now posting on here because the online edition of the Marlboro Review appears to be kaput.
Additional notes:
Has appeared in the literary journal of Virginia Tech, Silhouette, 2008; the literary & art journal of Ohio Northern University, Polaris, 2007-2008; and the Marlboro Review 21 (the first and last digital issue).
I'm only now posting on here because the online edition of the Marlboro Review appears to be kaput.
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To dismiss the myth that we survive/ our sleep. -- V. nice.