Wednesday, March 09, 2011

poems: emperor clothes

Back at the factory, we've been "extracting" poems from the gradoo of discarded books, funky tech magazines, dog fancier mags, and the like, in search of the poems that are always there. These are some of the ones I "found."


Is a revolution quite possibly unlike
Any you’ll
Within easy reach?
If you’re doing it
For the first time,
Do it right.


10 fans, or the
Dream of


Scrimp on parts, but
Kick ass
Now with
The brakes on.

[Include your city of residence]

I love the truth:
Things are looking grim.
At some point, someone will wake up.
After all,
Vulnerability isn’t just limited to the clouds.
Every single one of us
Folds as soon as possible.

[White-socked feet]

Horse steps, so its thoughts were of him.


Perched on the arm
The door across the hall was
A fax machine,
A tangle of wires,
& a boot that bobbed impatiently.
To be precise
The sadness
Was so low he couldn’t catch it.

[Ellsberg’s soup]

should be
Persons / Not a girl:
How’d you like to call me a boy?
I could see a barn—solid Quaker farm folk
Was it any wonder
Love is a muddle
Naked & plaintive
On the paper in her hand—

[Dear Prudence]

Thanks, fellow pilgrims: a chance thee loves me
A can of hash, a contented son, devotional books
Kissing Firbank on the refrigerator
Still & cool
First visit, first married,
Farming was the last thing
I had to tell you . . .



Blogger Dee Martin said...

Vulnerability isn’t just limited to the clouds.
The sadness
Was so low he couldn’t catch it

my favorite lines. The whole bobble head stanza (and where we put stuff)- I love that you "find" these poems. I think I would like to sit in on this class - play with the creative kids for awhile...
Of course, Dear Prudence, awesome!

6:31 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Great little poempourri! A wonderful start to my day with Classic Beatles as an anthem to the sun!

Love the fly in the soup and the amazing amounts of poetry just waiting to be discovered when people come out to play.

9:23 AM  
Blogger anno said...

nevjerojatan, profesor! Sure hope you're going to provide directions for the rest of us who might want to find our way. This looks like too much fun!

8:20 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

T: Glad the day could open on such good notes. I am continually amazed at how quickly even the middle schoolers "get" what is afoot here; their poems run mine right out of the park: I was blown away today by what we threw up on the screen. Wonderful, obscure, wacky, wicked subversion!

8:50 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: The usual suspects, for sure: found poems, word hoards, collage, but these links were fun to explore, too:

Hoa, my mentor/teacher in Austin, used to have us do this kind of stuff all the time.

8:53 PM  
Blogger San said...

Why does this remind me of that thing they do in comic movies--someone sitting on the couch pressing the TV remote channel button at a furious pace--to hilarious effect?

1:05 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: I like those lines, too. Funny, the thought of "sitting" in: more and more, we all seem to be standing and walking around in class, when we're not sitting at the keyboards.

5:36 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Yo, Sister San: I likes the analogy. But, "furious pace"? Yo? Never.

5:39 PM  
Blogger anno said...

Cool links -- this looks like fun! Maybe something even I could do...

9:05 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: Ain't rocket science, cher. Poem on.

11:15 PM  

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