From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Sun Oct 2 09:18:25 2011 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Sun, 2 Oct 2011 12:18:25 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] KATE SCHAPIRA Message-ID: SAFETY FACT 4 *Railroad tracks, trestles, tunnels, bridges, yards and rail cars are private property.* When I can’t see the family of a person I can imagine they’re their own property. I can go wandering over your bridges and trestles your lonely but in-constant-action tracks and yards and weeds and tags your body’s the entrance to. A person can be owned but not own or the train goes the other way toward the opening point I linger near. Bodies are mutually exclusive—this not that—relax— that’s the way to love them mine including yours— The tracks stretch night and pale day. I feel like I’d be moving in the right direction if I were behaving in the bravest way my bravest self imagines: magnetic explorer! Congress of crossings! Friction is one way to generate heat whether you want it or not what’s the biggest gift a train can give us? I don’t think it’s safety It might be electricity It might be outside the soaked tradition chest. *Kate Schapira* is the author of *TOWN* (Factory School, Heretical Texts, 2010), *The Bounty: Four Addresses *(forthcoming from Noemi Press before year's end), and two more books forthcoming in 2012 from Stockport Flats and Horseless Press, as well as chapbooks from Flying Guillotine, Horseless, Rope-A-Dope and Cy Gist Presses, and Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs. She lives in Providence, RI, where she co-curates the Publicly Complex Reading Series and teaches writing to college students and 4th grade scientists. -- RealPoetik www.realpoetik.org -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Sun Oct 9 21:35:49 2011 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Sun, 9 Oct 2011 23:35:49 -0500 Subject: [Realpoetik] KATE SCHAPIRA [Part Two] Message-ID: SAFETY FACT 5 *You cannot always hear a train coming, especially high speed and quiet electric trains!* A dead one doesn’t know anything anymore She doesn’t become a spirit with the right to hold or invite herself to tunnel through you If the train got me I’d be just like most people Most speeds are high, most times cut in half Keep coming back or reverting to undergrowth and other things people have built— the awkward but accurate position of “we” destroying “ourselves” to build the railroad I haven’t liked to pretend to be big when I know I’m small listening for the sounds of great violence approaching Listening to you and the sound of movement through you The movement we belong to like a border between the planet’s hot history, magma states soft ball and thread stages and the way when the water touches us we roll up We leave the water more full of water than ourselves Sink gently because when you’re relatively small gravity is not your most important force Forces will take ownership of our surfaces and our one day dead material bursting with lionfish-like lights *Kate Schapira* is the author of *TOWN* (Factory School, Heretical Texts, 2010), *The Bounty: Four Addresses* (forthcoming from Noemi Press before year's end), and two more books forthcoming in 2012 from Stockport Flats and Horseless Press, as well as chapbooks from Flying Guillotine, Horseless, Rope-A-Dope and Cy Gist Presses, and Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs. 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URL: From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Mon Oct 24 06:34:41 2011 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Mon, 24 Oct 2011 09:34:41 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] TOPHER HEMANN Message-ID: MATERIAL SHIFT * * *for Matthias Regan* thinking thru things the material of it what I thought it would be was more solid, more like this voice is almost an audible pressure behind ear drum—it's a click thinking thru light switches the ease with which faucets expect water every thing broken reveals its utility a hammer bare to tang returns to its unhandleable lump but not its purpose: thru new verbs material shifts as a mind grapples not so much with what it is but what the word for it does pressing against the ear *Topher** Hemann* grew up in rural New Hampshire, where he worked as a stonemason, landscaper and gardener. He graduated from the University of Chicago's MAPH program in 2006. He has lived in South Korea since 2007 and teaches in the College English Program at Seoul National University. His poems have recently appeared in *The Cultural Society*. -- RealPoetik www.realpoetik.org -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Sun Oct 30 07:25:29 2011 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Sun, 30 Oct 2011 10:25:29 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] J. MICHAEL WAHLGREN Message-ID: WIDE MARGINS yes I conflux into *me*, the person I’ve longed to be most days I quiver mostly away from hex hours, the lemon branches leave waters sour. That winter, The suits & shovels arrive with elegance: fashion: long long boots strut a mile until us through, *no*. * **J. Michael Wahlgren* is a publisher for Gold Wake Press. He is author of * Valency* (BlazeVox Books, 2010) & *Silent Actor* (Bewrite Books, 2008) & an unpublished collection entitled, *Chromatography*. -- RealPoetik www.realpoetik.org -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: