Sometimes half-watching that actor awareness
I liquefy
We were talking about things weren't we, or were we sleeping
about people or talking about sleeping people
talking or sleeping together into
a form of history like Scrubbing Bubbles?
Mmmmmm. Any number of animals
could make that sound.
You are any number of animals.
Too bad I only posted it.
This is rumored a Port.
Oh the again, direction. the needles. my tub.
She's Disney perfect canned conscience.
He's Cindy Sherman mayonnaise, not Paul Newman dressing.
Did Thom sing, "Yesterday I woke up sucking on an animal
Saw gets 11:14 obsessed
The foyer of his poems in a state of liquefaction
Arouse envy
A Quite rewarded mannerism
A Quiet reworded mannerism
Welcome to The Ashbery B&B poem
I am one shocked peekaboo female all night long
Beating somebody up with Robbie Williams
is just the lowest. that review
is there venal humor at an IFC NYU reading
is there ever
Birds flew in the bowery church
you can hear them on the tape
the microphone gathered us
into a herstory in a helot's Hummer
looking for a Hershey highway
to hammer us home
"Beware the taut vegan.
said my fortune cookie. inscrutably.
"Everyone...everyone sock the sky.
Sock the sky like a poet.
You sock.
You're doing it!
You really really sock.
Saw love visual can spider There's a direction for ya.
Ho trees.
Those are ho trees.
You might get a truckstop named after you with that attitude.
Just like Val Kilmer who wrote that god worked in bark. How 1995.
Bark and bite.
Bits of depersonalization are marketable says who asshole?
To a point.
But the tribes. Stephane, the tribes...are meerkats really.
Welcome to Meerkat Manor.
I die early in the first season.
An eagle eats the light out of my eyes.
On cable television.
The way I would stand
and scan the horizon. so skinny.
so innocent.
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Heyeeeee! We had a Fanny Howe moment last night! How are you? Have a good Monday, okay? xx
Hehe...you have great taste in poetry.
You too.
What line returns to me now...by her...
"I was streets ahead of love in energy & size..."
And that O'Clock book of hers...if you don't have it, hope you find it sometime...
Her stay in Ireland...the in petto form again...small poems, so many perfect....
xo from an orangutang
You too have a great Monday I meant in the second line.
I just reread that and it sounded porcine.
Why do I reread things after I hit the GO button...
I like "porcine."
Your "thingies" poem up there reminds me of Marlene Dietrich singing "Black! Market!" :)
xx
Hello Brooklyn,
Marlene Dietrich wasis hot.
She's so great as an amoral creature in Blue Angel.
But so is that Nazi actor...sigh...why couldn't he have just gone to Perth Amboy or something...Emil....
Even Liz Fraser has a Marlene song she does...well she invents a Marlene song....she does a good approximation of her broad German notes...on the song "Love's Easy Tears"....okay it's what if Liz's voice married Marlene's voice and that manner of biting off vocables while she sings...but I'm convinced that's her model in that song...
I love Suzanne Vega's song "Marlene on the Wall" too...an early one for her...great lyrics...but she often has great lyrics!
anyhoo...keep warm...if it's anything like there here...
(Brooklyn: "No, it's sunny and 90 degrees. Jeez.")
Hope you get your dream house. I saw in my feed something came up.
I believe all truly good people long to return to the neighborhood where they grew up (if it it was a good childhood of course) just like Lisa Simpson believes all truly good people have little feet....
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