Somewhere in Brazil cops are being thrown into the ocean. Not from planes, just dunked. Let’s put things and cops into a suitcase! Not that I eat them myself, but I’m with Lila: Jellybeans for everyone! You know how it goes: “We laughed at the hollyhocks together / and then I sprayed them with lye.” And, “I gave away the money that you had been saving to live on for the next ten years.” What the hell is Moral Monday??? A woman with a cognitive disability and her daughter were held captive for over two years in an Ohio home where they were abused and made to perform slave labor. Watched Warm Bodies; have to say, not half bad for an existentialist feel-good zombie apocalypse. The inspector cometh, / doffs his head carefully, / the brainstem boils the lobster / half a careful red. / Come back an hour later. The sky is raining the clouds’ pants off with flattery and non-sequiturs ... and baby kitty is purring about SARS in Saudi Arabia. If Walt Whitman were alive today, he would probably get his asshole bleached. And don't tell me he “wouldn’t like that.” Because, seriously, he liked everything. “Leaves of gas, leaves of get a towel louder.” Maybe it’s indulgent, this insisting on making my DNA / my curry stains present and part of. But “The chickens I’m to meet in weather unapproachable”, I read this line and crawled out the window with some raisins shoved in my mouth. I handed my body dumb to the nearest Kimchi pot about to go under. “My agitated arms grow knotted. / The term to describe this is inextricable.” I reply, “Really?” in a voice that people often mistake for my mother’s on the phone. “One characteristic of Tomaž’s work I find fascinating is the constant naming of people — family members, friends, lovers, acquaintances, heroes, poets, artists, politicians, villains — that seems partly not able to be helped: they are recollections of the EARTH and the startled, shimmering CLOCK FACES.” “The city came by [and] for the trash.” “It’s raining, but Matt says, / that isn’t rain. / You make tea with it / or it gets to you. It’s an antelope.” It’s a small hole of pebbles at Luther College. As Schwitters put it, whose birthday it is: Yes? No? PRIZE QUESTION: 1. Eve Blossom is red, / 2. Eve Blossom has wheels / 3. what colour are the wheels? / Blue is the colour of your yellow hair / Red is the whirl of your green wheels (Kant also understood this in his engagement with Swedenborg’s nebular hypothesis).
[Note: Sources: Ginger Stickney, FB post, 20 Jun 013; JBR; Lila, Robert Archambeau’s daughter, not quite as quoted in his FB post, 20 Jun 013; JBR; Kenneth Koch, “Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams”, at April is a Poem-a-Day for National Poetry Month, 28 Apr 010; JBR, FB comment, 20 Jun 013; Michelle Diamant, “Mom With Disability, Child Held Captive For Years, Feds Say”, at Disability Scoop, 19 Jun 013, via Ginger Stickney, FB post 20 Jun 013; Cati Porter, FB post, 19 Jun 013; Pierre Joris, “Two poems from Meditations on the 40 Stations of Mansour Al-Hallaj by Pierre Joris: 28. Circumspection (hiyata)”, at Reading Between A&B; Hazel Sullivan, FB comment, 20 Jun 013; William Keckler, and Gertrude Stein, “Yet Dish”, as quoted in Keckler’s “If Walt Whitman Were Alive Today”, at Joe Brainard’s Pyjamas (The Sequel), 20 Jun 013; Carrie Lorig, Jack Christian, Family Song, and Brandon Shimoda, as quoted in Lorig’s “25 Points: Family System”, at HTMLGIANT, 20 Jun 013; Geof Huth, FB post 20 Jun 013; JBR (Schwitters b’day = 20 Jun); Kurt Schwitters, “Home in Hannover 1922” (tr. Colin Morton), at Colin Morton: The Merzbook: Kurt Schwitters Poems, “Eve Blossom” (Schwitters’ own translation of ‘An Anna Blume’”), at Kurt Schwitters; Justin E H Smith, “Walt Whitman’s American Philosophy”, as seen at wood s lot, 20 Jun 013]