THE SAME POEM
Like maybe we're all writing it? Like how everybody points out the word she almost wrote instead? Like everybody's talking about Cornell boxes? Like miniaturization would save us? Like homophonic procedures cured the security pageant? Like excess for access? Like everyone's unique but me?
Or how you read the sign as "piso mojito" & think you've drunk too much? Or see the sheets of rain in Times Sq. & think of Ridley Scott? And can't stop it? Like it were your poem? This has been going on for years. Like brevity for bit? Or how everyone grows young when the old folks give up & go home?
The addictable play of forms - how a logo imparts its power if you wear it? Like swoop for swoosh? Like your poem on the ticker, the jumbotron, the crawl? Like maybe it is, by someone else? Like parapraxis were the new metonymy? Aw shit I meant parataxis. And?
Revised mortician vignette
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"Where's your aria this morning?" I asked the singing mortician as he
leaned out of his red car in his dull scrubs to put on his new and very
white tenni...
5 days ago
1 comment:
"Like how everybody points out the word she almost wrote instead"
“Or how everyone grows young when the old folks give up & go home?”
“Like parapraxis were the new metonymy? Aw shit I meant parataxis. And?”
Love all these lines and in fact the whole poem. I am teaching the modernist poets this semester and such issues of belatedness (of life and work) are what we are continually discussing in that class. Maybe I will take this also to class as a counterpoint to those poems?
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