Dec 31st 2009 (Salt Lake City)

we are a lovely
finish we are
80 percent
aficionados
this is not
curry in a hurry
this is not
40 hits
with DJ Scotty B
you are a
hot lick
of berry
a tiger
with a tongue
cherry notes
without a hint
of oak
oh

intro to poetry class

an old blog from an intro to poetry class i taught at university of north carolina . . . interesting to revisit . . .ahhhh . . . all this revisiting . . . reseeing . . . .



intro to poetry

spanish fork continued

30th Dec 2009


a cowboy
dazzled me
with his
belt buckle
as I blew
his snow
in the television
glow
i’ve
squandered
nothing
and
get on
down
with the
years
you are
very large
very large
and full of air
I’m most sane
when charged
& full of
pops and bleeps
with a steady
backbeat
get on with it
toss my top
these jailers
play the price
play the fetish
in the suburbs
we’re getting
dicey

Spanish fork (revised)

Taxi to Victoria Station (Dec 20th 2009)

I miss
her picture

beware
of your broken bits

I know this
face

my fingers lost
touch with turtles
in the half moon
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Chicago to SLC (Dec 20th 2009)

there was a general holding
in the fenced off cloud

I watched a mindless
movie

this is not a painting

my lovers were blown
into molten glass

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Salt Lake City (Dec 22nd 2009)

I met
my ex-wife in the red
iguana

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Spanish Fork Utah (Dec 21st 2009)

and we present
an army of the un-
employed

sipping French roast at Buns
near a sign
that reads
"our money clips grip"

beware of the
castrated
conversation

beware of the man
on the wheel
who cranks
his legs

this is a general
crackdown

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Provo Supermall (Dec 26th 2009)

this is precisely the right moment for the spectral city
an adventure in hymns
an adventure in custom stickers
an amateur landscape
my love is a mole
a sauce for your meat cake
to frolic in half-lingered pleasures
cinematic pleasures disrobing your dunce cap
behold this fracturing
behold the pre-history
cinematic hacks
seeding new mantras
there is a larger reason
for your lunchbox
we revise to spit up
the terrors

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28 December 2009

I began in a
failed society
mushy peas
and fried
pineapples
the present
is a baffled
weather
it is a gamble
to get off it is
a gamble to declare
yrself
missing, oh


i lit my pocket trumpet
my head is in
another socket
the streets soaked
with melting snow
we linger like
I’ve had this air
only rarely
morning drops
itself into the keyhole
warts are in the markets
kiss me in my slow croaker
I smelled the snow
I'm not spooning
a single soul

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you are a defensive guro,
rectitude, lets light
another match
I’m sitting under the widely
spaced stairs of another
heaven

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Everywhere I look there are smart-eyed inarticulate creatures wishing me hello in monster aisle supermarkets and small smoke shops where even if you are 35 they want proof proof proof and trucks go swishing through snow and cars change lanes on mega lane highways our picture is on the ceiling when we tried not to make love our picture is smattered and scattered
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that was another life

everything was another life

I've grown less afraid to love beyond
my bed

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yesterday in Utah . . . .

Uinta national forest

spanish fork, Utah

lotsa mountains and snow out here :-)

the windmills

utah microbrew . . . .

the early years

YOU'RE DOING VERY WELL, by Brian Howe and Ashley Howe

You're Doing Really Well

and so the journeys begin . . . .

dublin airport . . . 1 euro for 8 min on internet . . . about 17 more hours of traveling . . . . fresh dublin airport guinness . . .. chicago next . . . then salt lake city . . . .

wonder how America will feel . . . .


I am heading to Ankara, Turkey on Jan 8th for new teaching gig at Bilkent university . . . .

so america, turkey, then maybe London to settle . . . . will see . . . .

new! hot! hot! world poetry in translation!

Michael Zand's new project:


LEXICO

There is Time

There is Time


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c-

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from an overheard telephone conversation in Polish/English

Homophonics

my frugal heart is on ur
kneecaps I'm ur sweet
hussy with twitching brows &
fingerbones ur throat captain
AHOY! this yeast infection
irrigates ur thighs beguiling u
with loose eyes
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Are you still in Poland . . . is Poland still . . . completely naked . . . my body is . . . . coffee . . . . is electric . . . eel . . . I want . . . to get . . . off on yr . . . dried . . . leg . . . bits . . .

Are you . . . you . . . beguiling . . . bridge . . . over . . . troubled . . . yeast . . . . infections . . . ahoy . . . thighs & eyes . . . beguile . . . (Sssss) he . . . ahoy I . . . twitching . . . brows . . . and fingerbones . . .
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thinking what . . . first . . . du dat . . . all over . . . all over . . . christ god . . . dried peach . . . bit . . .

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ur . . . . angel . . . . ski . . . tak dali dali . . . mini . . . jako . . . my toesha . . .dupa . . . speer . . . dali dali dali . . . spooooooko . . . . dobra . . . . allergee . . . no . . .vina . . .no . . . vina . . .n(yeah) . . .toe . . . dobe . . .sha . . .toe . . .samo . . .no . . .no . . .do quad . . . n(yeah) . . . few . . . few . . .
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dugger . . .shall . . .ee . . .dugger . . .shall . . .ee . . . duggar . . .shar . . .ra . . .e . . .go . . .dupa . . .sha . . .chee . . .a . . .shy . . .chee . . .a . . .dupa . . .
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Gdansk airport

Gdansk Airport


Polish news at Gdansk airport & business men gathered round to count and count and count and I exchange ZL for £ and stuff it all into an envelope my life is down to 15 kilos

plus a laptop . . . . I am off to London . . . then SLC . . . then . . . looks like Turkey . . .

There is a Polish woman in the lounge. She dreams of Mexico, dreams of warmer climates. She breaks her chocolate. This is her sacrament. Don't let me be lonely. She is 40. All of our clocks are ticking, honey.

el chimps . . . oh my fresh springlings . . . . I have taken up a course and what ails me
is not the journey but the settlement . . . . what praise doth enter this abdomen what sloth doth climb into this intestinal tract . . . .

The Polish woman tells me her name is Beata. She zones. I zone. We all zone. I'm ok you're ok we're flapping our way out of this cold Polish night into another cold night. Stone gods sit on the hill overlooking the ships . . . docking . . . undocking . . . .

come play in my garden

I want to cycle

these faces

come flicker

my screens

Can you hear
the love

that
governs

oblivion
in the instant

I am
stone deaf


I want to touch your face

Euston Station (3-12-09)

our pores
have opened
too soon
the spam
of an open
blouse
we sit
in Nero
after the meat
feast
skimmed
breasts
in a soy cup
you taste
like Christmas
lines are x-ings
this is not
a singing
postcard
the peasants
have sold
out
beep! beep! beep!
there is fur
on yr toilet
seat!
My heart is
shuffled it
is intelligent it
is a lot
like me
poetry is cheap
I hunger &
hunger
and at the
end
of my hungering
I hunger
some more

poets of the nine

. . . borders and margins . . . danish and hebrew and arabic and english . . . intelligence never tasted so fine . . . gatherer of detritus . . . nebulae of syllables and sounds . . . . . . still feeling those skirted glottal stops . . . those shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh's and love his ppppppppppppppppp's . . . . sound placer of tongues. . . .


ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh


Michael Zand

poets of the nine

tireless prankster . . .. the twin zodiac of the moustache king of all kings harry godwin . . . partner in crimes and minor misdeamings . . . .

Linus Slug

ahhhhh great to be in London among these folks!!!

poets of the nine

fantastic presence . . . . and . . .. and well . . . . i dunno . . . . but great great presence as a performer and language acrobat. .. . i want more of this fella!!!

richard parker

poets of the nine

textures and layers and turtles on the back of universes . . . . Nat Raha

poets of the nine

absolutely excellent performer and photographer and . . . well . . . feckin great work . . . loved all of it . . . and the interview . . . call and response . . ah . . .

Georgie m'glug

poets of the nine

Welch poet and fab reader of slippery lines and images . . . not dreary old english lyrics . . . Owain Lee

poets of the nine

and recently returning from a trip to Wroclaw . . . . with a bit of the plague . . but still kickin strong . . . Ms. Frances Kruk . . .

the poets of the nine

and introducing edmund hardy with his sweet shoulder get up . . . . crumpled and fed and jumping . . . . fences . . . .

the poets last night

The one and only Mr. Harry Godwin (need I say more)!!!!

poets of the nine

kick ass London/UK poets. Yep yep. great readings last night at X-ing the Line. Limited limited edition of ninerrors poetry zine . . . . get yr freak lung!!! Ah linus slug . . . you you . . . .

nine poets:

harry godwin

edmund hardy

frances kruk

owain lee

geogie m'glug

nat raha

richard parker

lunus slug

michael zand

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

hell yeah!

a child of the door . . . . (quick first draft)

a cactus king blowing
raspberries in this make
believe you hardly
know in the cardboard
sundown I've yet
to find the dignity
of a proper fork
it is not true
that we are bunnies
it is not true
it is not true
we are balled
and waded we've
sporked this city
we've frosted
the tooth kings
my love my love
is the snow yet
to fall the solitude
changing hands
I travel these streets
with jeden bilet