(New) Culling, Culled by JKD

After George Oppen: an exercise in "culling" during class listening to his reading (off the Pennsound site) of Of Being Numerous, from his Collected Poems.


We belonged
to life and its death
speaking obscured
by a parthenon: glassed city
we encountered

populus' fluid ages
dwelling
stooped and gated
in a paroxysm bewildered

growing older people infinitely unaging
against the singlular bonds of this one earthly form
failing

to shuffle, crowd, speak
wave to myself
among those small doors, people
spotted by a curb crossing
a green slab between blocked apartments

fixture of a world
constructed--the rain falls, and the walls remain
things change and are unchanged
my own face over and over generations
fortunate to find
everything, the dead end
losing its solidity when we apply it to ourselves

it is distant--
.................distance of blasted roads,
carved out concave construction

bowl of the bored-into city
in which I, androgynous, seek

to exist on a Saturday afternoon
during a pre-holiday shopping spree
what brand glows bright
can I distinguish?

my own madness of living
in the many, hoped,
...........................hoping is estranged
as the self from the roped self
strung up the verge of

the executioner's block he is
me the axe in hand a second
living past the other
me on the block ended

we do not go on
the seasons seeded influx I exhale
toward this and this one me is only

.

Allongiation

NEW by g vance

Alertment:

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^^^^^^^^

Seventina 6 by JW

It was shop-lifted crazes piled up in his closet
amongst scavenged porn, fly-tipped on building sites.
It was a knotted Durex, slowly burnishing to gold
that we knew how to locate, on which branch.
And when we hunkered on his bed with the monoplayer on
it was the irreconcilable void between the Bee Gees' "Stayin' Alive"
and "The Great Rock and Roll Swindle" with its dead fawn.

Sevintina V, by JKD

(the 5th in what a proposed 11-post project of 7 line '70s discosextains. After the 4 preceding this one: chime in!)

Remember M*A*S*H and TV dinners?
Sat-night-Dad post Lawrence Welk driving us half-asleep
in the brown van to pick up Mom from Mercy Hospital.
I liked to go inside to watch cell samples spin in centrifuges.
I liked the warm applesauce under tin foil, peeling it back,
or bread rising, kneaded, rising again as we sang
“I am sixteen going on seventeen”, 6 and out of tune.

Seventina 4 by amanda deutch

It’s a Set-Up, Gena Rowlands

Don’t let the men in these

movies ***** push ** push ***** push you around

Scream at you

Because you wear sunglasses.

Wake up because it's night.

She thinks it's funny to eat ice cream

in an ice cream parlor at 2:30 in the morning. That’s all.

3/14/2004

(After watching Minnie and Moskowitz)

Seventina III

(see JKD & Sean S entries' comments for more info on this Seventies Project)

my hippy mother's rainbow-tie-dyed friends in communal bellbottoms, cinematic Hair, long long long inhaled conversations re. digging latrines, Buckminster Fuller
putting the YES back into Polyester. but who was Idi Amin, i thought 'Idiot Amen' (he was a despot so it made sense.) Kool-Aid politics and Hamburger Helper at home
with Sonny & Cher vs Donny & Marie face-off in kindergarten.