An A.W.P.-themed Poem

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?

An all-NEW Post!

Well, I see that KS Mohammad "outed" this blog, so I guess it's not prototype anymore - meaning that I better write something. 

OK. 2 things you need to know about me at the moment: I just got back from the AWP Convention (if you don't know what that is, god bless you), and I developed an un-ignorable G.I. illness immediately upon getting home (if you don't know . . .) 

Anyway, met a lot of interesting people, &c. Got Anne Boyer's book - The Romance of Happy Workers - just out - have read the title poem - which is going to be re-read soon - intriguing and euphonious and content not at all what I expected.

More later. Now back into the coma.  

Why I am not going to mention the New Year 2008

Numbers don't really mean anything blah blah blah and so the babylonians created the base-16 bah bah bah and the calendars start to blah blah. Wind chill negative. Blah.

Er ye fer it er agin' it?!

I recently read two books I like a lot, for totally different reasons: K. Silem Mohammad's Breathalyzer (Edge) and Amy England's Victory and Her Opposties: A Guide (Tupelo). Am I allowed to do this? I doubt either writer has read the other's book, or if so, what s/he thinks of it, but I expect the former would seem overly dadist to the latter, and the latter overly sententious to the former. As for me, I'm totally naive re: the subject of transnational capital, so it doesn't matter, I guess.  I esp. like those M. poems where the leavings of googlism clump together in a manner that gets at something in the medula oblongata of the age - or at least has an emotional charge. E.'s book is a great meditation on imagination and the non-recovery of the past - a great example of "experimental nonfiction," too. 

Merry Mammonmas

This is such a great time of year, b/c it reminds everyone in America that we are all really worship the same god.  God bless us, every one! Now, get back to work!