From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Sun Jan 13 07:22:45 2013 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2013 10:22:45 -0500 Subject: [Realpoetik] Scott Abels Message-ID: ARS POETICA: SETTING UP AN AQUARIUM You go from a disclosure to an announcement in 4 gallons. Friends, your cigarettes look like tiny fish food morsels and are killing our fish. You of course want proof. There *is* a goldfish society sunlight will find. A bright red flag. Science in the daylight will not reach a definite conclusion. You are horrible thunder over the water. When you’re setting up an aquarium, your teeth snap. __________________ A half an inch of good, flat skipping rocks. Your speech patterns will become simpler over time. If the fish lack heads, 1 can diced chilies. A color scheme based on nature. Across the street there is an aquarium under construction. I am writing postcards with text and 2 old men fishing with dynamite. *Scott Abels* currently lives and teaches in Honolulu, where he edits the online poetry journal *Country Music* *.* He is the author of *Rambo Goes to Idaho* (BlazeVOX, 2011) and *Nebraska Fantastic *(Beard of Bees, 2012). -- RealPoetik www.realpoetik.org -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Mon Jan 28 11:42:39 2013 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2013 14:42:39 -0500 Subject: [Realpoetik] JAMES COOK Message-ID: *From *When Dylan Went Electric At times the camera seemed to be revealing its own inner workings as subject & object. An argument with memory. Pan slowly over rainy street. Dark salt waves pulse. The news man’s plastic face suddenly grown so sad & strange. The world outside was subject to constant paralysis – curtains were invented. The radio turned in on itself (see camera above) & beauty refused abstraction, squandering all its silly money at the pawnshop, reveling in the flickered light. Never before had we been able to say what we were doing as we were doing it. We told all our friends & then they told us what they were doing. Often we were standing in lines. This is how I remember the 21st century. Listen: some kid’s drawing of an exploding flower. The poem you wrote once about her eyelashes. How you looked forward to coffee. All the things that had nothing to do with disaster. The town with its one water tower. The cancelled sky. *James Cook*'s poems have appeared in various print and online publications, including *The Cortland Review*, *BlazeVOX, Lake Affect*,*Scissors and Spackle *, and *Colbalt Review*. His first full-length collection, *Moments at Point Light*, is in manuscript. He is currently at work on a book-length poem titled *The Croatoan Songbook*. He lives in upstate NY. -- RealPoetik www.realpoetik.org -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: