From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Sun Apr 4 21:10:01 2010 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Sun, 4 Apr 2010 21:10:01 -0700 Subject: [Realpoetik] DAVID BRAZIL Message-ID: IN your treatment room a 'run-on' line is a huge liability as they wonder qua aletheia what does she do when she enters? (as I myself did for a long time both of these assume a common language cited in the opening as we know from the fragment of a system *************************** but now the ship-wrecked mariner might lead philosophy full of objects and coming to terms with a loss through the early phases as the quoting source informs us concepts of pistis from the only sphere (in the space of the other) in her exile picking out the rhythm *David Brazil* was born in New York and lives in California. With Sara Larsen he coedits *TRY!*, a xerox periodical. His chapbook *Spy Wednesday* was recently published by TAXT Press. -- RealPoetik www.realpoetik.org -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Mon Apr 19 07:15:37 2010 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Mon, 19 Apr 2010 07:15:37 -0700 Subject: [Realpoetik] AMY MCDANIEL Message-ID: REQUESTING INFORMATION Please tell me your best facts about animals. I’m asking everyone. I’ll begin. The Tasmanian devils are being wiped out by a frightful epidemic—like the bees but worse. The epidemic is *actually called* Devil Facial Tumour Disease. It is communicable within the species via bites or especially vehement sex. To sex a sea urchin, you tap it until it emits a thin puddle of egg or sperm. What if this worked on other things! Imagine wondering what a thing is. For the price of a few pats on the back, the thing releases onto your palm a frank sample, a tiny pool of its own essence, meaning, and being. Maybe in another lifetime. Most things are coy in our world. They are couth. *Amy McDaniel* writes for HTMLgiant.com and helps run the Solar Anus reading series in Atlanta. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in *matchbook*, *Alimentum*, *Tin House, Porchlight and The AgricultureReader. She co-edited From the Second Line, a collection of her students’ personal essays about Hurricane Katrina and its aftermath. Her chapbook, Selected Adult Lessons, is available from Agnes Fox Press.* -- RealPoetik www.realpoetik.org -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Sun Apr 25 10:38:28 2010 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Sun, 25 Apr 2010 10:38:28 -0700 Subject: [Realpoetik] BRANDON SHIMODA Message-ID: A GIANT ASLEEP IN FORTUNE'S SPINDLE I, with a slight injury, was human And you were human too People now dressed in top fashion with long skirts Are human And people buried with no one to look after them Are human too Grandchildren, mind you Sitting, reading Correcting the manipulations For example I am not your rightful granddaughter With good legs describing perfection in fire Racing over the black roof as a gray tree swinging a stunted hick may be a wind-flattened hammer of land, a giant steadying for the worst Purple hair on a brown head. The whitest Gotten away with Yellow head Weighed by strenuous floss. A pink body walking the shoulder of a busy road To meet the blister she is giving herself to Hands clutching a tiny trophy, and yet When is the pink body going to stop stuttering and care? Living human beings twenty-seven years ago who were no better than rags Shimoda is a fleshpot of inferior rank is the first line of a poem that bears the imprint of lopsided children raised in exactly that manner of irresponsibility And that is that family Clad in long skirts, regardless of gender With a hand on the fluttering water is a gorgeous cheek again also But I am different. I am not your rightful grandson Hanging from blood thousand trees Language in its infancy to an infant mind Neither a familiar party Nor one of earth’s many wondrous accessories Struggled up And over a severely arched bridge Startled by the majesty of trees along the coast Accretion of earth in spots, accounting for the isolationist aspect of trees bunched in mounds There are indigenous voices resounding in a half-digested ear Waiting for the bellow to smoothly pinch The gamboling children Free Once And for all I have done I am done with you How many times can this be said he said So he says point blank It is your future or mine. Either leave me conjoin me or detonate THE PREGNANCIES *Brandon Shimoda *was born on the west coast of North America. His collaborations, drawings and writings have appeared in print, online, on vinyl and on walls ... and most recently in *Lake M: Book One *(Corollary Press) and *The Bowling*, with Sommer Browning (Greying Ghost Press). 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