Burn Me Bright
Let’s paint the sky orange
in a sequin magic sequence…
A shower to sparkle
coconut skin scandals
hotly glistening,
hearts quaking, melting streets
where our concrete romance
throws flames towards sun’s creosote stars.
Burn me bright,
burn me b r i g h t,
burn me.
Sunset Spider Catapult
Waste me wind,
on your back
and lead me to your ocean—
the sultry splinters
clicking in the night quake,
the nearby whistle of a waking moon
floods me with the secrets of
your eyelids
locked thick from feathers
breaking the sky.
You are my sticky sweet finger wings
reaching through the breeze
to bend my body,
fold my limbs,
wrap my veins in you.
Opal me and mighty my wounds,
like leaves crumbling the tides
backbone totem.
Remind me, my Cherokee,
how to drum the saddling hills.
Remind me, my sunset spider,
how to catapult my skeleton soul to the sun.
My postings have been lacking this month and I credit much of this to my whirlwind traveling (road trips up and down the West and a Southeast adventure to dirty, loud Bonnaroo Music Festival); a not-so-justified excuse, I know, but a reason nonetheless. Unfortunately, I cannot present you any well-thought out poems or short stories so I will offer up the only treasure I have within my wingspan reach…music recommendations (with accompanying photos!)! After adventuring about the muddied, reefer mixed air battleground of The Roo I can at least attempt to provide some photography and tracks that you’re probably already been listening to because, as is assumed, that is just what you’ve been needing…
Janelle Monae….Suggested track: Sincerely (Jane)
Passion Pit (sorry no photo)….Suggested track: Little Secrets
Dirty Projectors (w/ David Byrne)…Suggested track: Stillness Is The Move
Yeah Yeah Yeahs…Suggested track: Soft Shock
TV On The Radio…Suggested track: Dear Science in its entirety
Bon Iver… Suggested track: Brackett, WI
Okkervil River…Suggested track: Our Life Is Not A Movie Or Maybe
Sunrise arrival in the Palm Desert
Afternoons calling for crossbred citrus fruit
Skyward gazing
Pier entertainment in Santa Monica
Mount Shasta at sunset
Multnomah Falls
Misty moss at the falls
Take me anywhere…
For my creative writing seminar the individual assignment/project was a tricky headache and this was mostly my fault because of all the poems in all the world I went for T.S. Eliot’s precious little thing called The Waste Land (a 433 line colossus of a poem) to mimic/reinterpret (sort of) into a modern piece of my own. Below is a shoddy photo of the final product (visual aid + poem) and below that is the actual poem written in my best attempt to mimic the issues/styles/themes/EVERYTHING present in Eliot’s worshiped piece. (Note to self: never, ever try this again!)
Pink fly, peel away
and take Me to Eden,
Where we will dance,
like demons
Telephoning Babel.
Why?
Why are you so lucky to die?
Why suffer truth Dukkha?
Samudaya and Nirodha are already onto you
And your jewels.
Que quieres con Mexíco?
Nerozumim, nada.
O “Over the river and through the woods”
That’s where the wild things are…
meowmearoarorroarmeameow
I don’t care.
Destruction drums omens into Sundays
every mourning,
And still I stare at sequential
stars guiding me to Shiva.
I may or may not actually like this piece, I’ll make my mind up in a few weeks.
Shedding Skin
The phoenix I shed
fires a silver stream
of celebratory misery
in a burning bush
fevering my eyelids,
torture tastes better
than these words
nerves
time-bomb
t i c k i n g
take me with you.
Pulpit, heart quit
your tantalizing tease,
I’m a native to
this mantle plume.
Yet another form of poetry, the abecedarian follows the alphabet one way or another. I crafted mine into a zig-zag alphabet, one in which the letters abide by their order in the first and last letter of each line. Capitalization for emphasis.
Just Before the Afternoon Blitz
Afternoon sea folds beg the tide to ebB
Cnidaria into a formidable pack of wadeD
Enormity, waiting in anxiety to scufF
Gnaw the flesh of a mighty hauncH
Ignite the ubiquitous underbelly raJ
Kneading an inferno of visceraL
Mobility for the purpose of free reigN
Obstreperousness, waves ply a plumP
Quagmire for the medusa to conceal their quaveR
Secret in a grey pocket of guilT
Uncertain where bell-shaped bodies will ride a magleV
Wandering freely for a sweeter taste of oX-
Ygen before the moment of impending blitZ
I’m posting this everywhere because it is insanely beautiful (roughly 3.79 million times around the universe beautiful).
Color square sphere by Olafur Eliasson
Seriously though. Imagine having that amidst your presence to stare at from sunrise to sunset? I’m sure it would be some sort of lethal beauty, too much for the mind to handle. I can’t get enough.
**NOTE: Imagine, staring at this while listening to The Wrens!!! Oh man, whoa man. Now that’s what dreams are made of.
Defined according to wikipedia as: a method by which a collection of words or images is collectively assembled, the result being known as the exquisite corpse. Each collaborator adds to a composition in sequence, either by following a rule or by being allowed to see the end of what the previous person contributed.
This is what my posse and myself chisled out after cutting and reorganizing our procedurally produced lines taken from various original texts (in case you were wondering, my text was Leaf Storm by Mr. Marquez). The final product, lacking a proper name, in prose poem form.
Given birth with eyes recovering the tone of voice, there was a delay for sounding out the generality of mankind. Legs with hands resting on the chair, waiting for an interest in Irish folklore, he was born the son of the great black bird, knowing he was in his movement and the associated material. Suddenly, in the other side of the path, the fern parted. Savage cunning, the head moved slowly, taking in the dusk. Surrounded on all sides by the mixed up combination of innocence, his shoes slipped as far as visible nature extends. Later the Reverend sat trembling and crying among the nettles with his hat on to look at the ashes, as the hazel tried to classify the species of rain. Yeats migrated close by.
