From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Sun Dec 6 17:10:10 2009 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Sun, 6 Dec 2009 20:10:10 -0500 Subject: [Realpoetik] MICHAEL SIKKEMA Message-ID: <86a3fe410912061710x150c1390l969cf8c6f10fed5e@mail.gmail.com> IN THE ROOM THIS IS WHAT IS SAYING last night invented insects enough to own us SAY ME INTO THIS THEN You said *h**emorrhage* I heard* chicken* *wrap* some day-shit- accidental THE SCORE We’re three musics deep, Mr. Pulse, in this hear this IN THE ROOM THIS IS WHAT IS SAYING Tired of why why not talk “limping like a clock on her left leg” *Michael Sikkema* is the author of *Futuring* which is available here: http://www.blazevox.org/bk-ms.htm. He believes that birds are simple magic. You can reach him at Michael.Sikkema at gmail.com. -- RealPoetik realpoetik.blogspot.com -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Sun Dec 13 17:46:49 2009 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Sun, 13 Dec 2009 19:46:49 -0600 Subject: [Realpoetik] ALLI WARREN Message-ID: <86a3fe410912131746n134016a5na7ea19bf061610f@mail.gmail.com> HOES NEED NECTAR TOO The wild west rings out choppers Greeks the underside Gasters are bulbous Things coming in the night Heavily and oiled and reeking out In the trench with it Gurgling and then bulleted The outside and gurgling That’s why they call it rogue Confessing in dirt-face Under pylon Knocking haters on their asses They come arresting all over town Please approach the bench How did this dove deflate? There’s never enough milk In the hay in love of verbs I went not once but twice through Code in hand Waxing real hard My tail-end grows out of whack The nuts inside us are unreasonable Pussywillows whip in the wind Animal problems in the accounting The area around the fault line Bands around the infield Blows cork I need a new mole-skin This one’s all sticky and full Of pricking the in and out Of the woodwork In the saddle I want that stuff that gives My tooth aches activate that asset Weevil release *Alli Warren* works in psychoacoustics on the Left Coast. Recent chapbooks include *No Can Do*, *Bruised Dick* (a collaboration with Michael Nicoloff), and *Well-Meaning White Girl*. She works in Berkeley, lives in Oakland, and co-curates The (New) Reading Series at 21 Grand. -- RealPoetik realpoetik.blogspot.com -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Sun Dec 20 19:11:35 2009 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Sun, 20 Dec 2009 22:11:35 -0500 Subject: [Realpoetik] SCOTT INGUITO Message-ID: <86a3fe410912201911g41a92efbked1d066aeab475b@mail.gmail.com> DON'T FETISHIZE MY BUCKET. OKAY, YOU CAN A LITTLE. If you are the guide, who am I? If I want to lay in the sun like a dog with a smooth belly knowing well that my belly is not smooth though it is distended, you will be unfortunately abandoned. And if I want to be the new dog on the roof—higher than perennial love though I piss in the corner of the lowest part of the roof— you unfortunately will be abandoned. If I say 'You are now in me,' but I want to live on the roof at night and during the day, but with access to the stairs so I can do my business when I want, outside—but I am loyal, I only want to be in the cool bushes at night (this is not semantic)— you will be unfortunately abandoned. And If I say 'Here is my obsession, scarves and strangers, ' even though my dog dandruff perfumes deep into the strings, sand and salt, you will be unfortunately abandoned. Where am I? I am on the roof, in the sun in the corner on my side, in the dirt in shadow; under the palm tree shitting; sleeping in a swarm of scarves and strangers watching with closed eyes gummed with salt and spit the welded together buses. AGAINST THE SURPLUS OF BIRD Dogs and strangers and glances fill the riverbank, come to abandon esthetic longings. Not the dogs but the strangers. And the glances. Fallow delusion takes more scrubbing at the river, barks until hoarse in the dog throats. Strangers find strangeness in other strangers, but the thing about making money is. In the river tossing away no one is waiting; its opposite. Ruins sit back over there. They are the were that makes the will be, the dogs and glances for the still- starved strangers in the what is left. *Scott Inguito* lives in San Francisco and is the author of the chapbook *Dear Jack*, published by Momotombo Press. -- RealPoetik realpoetik.blogspot.com -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Sun Dec 27 14:21:44 2009 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2009 17:21:44 -0500 Subject: [Realpoetik] Aaron Kunin Message-ID: <86a3fe410912271421g3d714cedrcf62266ced45903d@mail.gmail.com> CLEANING MUST FAIL Good spot to commit suicide. Nothing "to" distract, interrupt Or change your mind, little mess and Someone "to" pick It up tomorrow. "The" best place Is a hotel Room. (Bathtub.) Remember "the" poem By Lisa Jarnot where she took "The" paper that Jim Buckhouse wrote For undergrad Intro "to" philosophy class About whether He could be wrong "about" being In pain "and" changed "it" "to" Paris? I'm doing "the" opposite "of" "That." This little Body I uncover without Expectation "Of" pleasure, intimate but not Sexual, like handling someone's Stomach, "or" has "that" been rezoned? All professors "Of" English should take "a" vow "of" Celibacy. Do you even enjoy "the" things "You" call "pleasure"? "I" was tempted "To" whisper "do you" love me "or" "Do you" merely "Love" "your" work? Both varieties Are restricted. Anyone who "has" made "a" list Knows how difficult "it" can "be" "To" "do" "work." My job "is" finding Curves, overlaps "And" confused "by" "things" "that" used "to" Turn "you" on, links "On" "the" burning necklace, without Activating "it" recedes, rough "And" smooth interests "of the" flesh Withdrawn from "you" "I" resented "the things" "I" loved "And" couldn't feel. Only "the" cold recognizes "The" appearance "of" "love." Gelid "The" heart, wrapped "in" "a" plastic sheet Acknowledges "The" power "and" extent "of love." "You" "turn" "me" "on" "But" "you" don't make "me" laugh. "You don't" "Turn me on but you" "do" something Better: "you" influence "me." "My" "Turn" "is a" kind "Of" uniqueness ("only"). "Only" Criminals know "How" "to" "enjoy" life. Change "it" back "To" "pain." "Do" "not" restate "do not" Resuscitate. Visualize Myself "in" "a Hotel room" when "the" door opens "And" "pain" walks "in"! *Aaron Kunin* is the author of *Folding Ruler Sta*r (2005) and *The Mandarin * (2008), both from Fence Books. A new chapbook, *Cold Genius*, is available from The Physiocrats. He lives in Los Angeles. -- RealPoetik realpoetik.blogspot.com -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: