Al, Free of Re-: a Sponse

(Considering that pre contains mostly re, it does Work to Create a linear fantasy.)

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oh, if films were as Plays,
the spectator would never
Tire of film's fixed Position.
the stage Petitions for Vision
afresh; film Treats a
Lapse between Presentations
as non-existent!

i Place this thought in space
not Marked with Wire
or Cord; space Stored in hearts
hardened to obtain:

again, lover.
once more, Volver.
as in the past we
Possess each other
but now we Mind our
Cycles, they hover
like Births Pressed
back for Cover.

you're my Ally, brother.
Construct your fantasy
of Verb and Fuel
your Quest, your Mission
with my contrast, with my 
Cognition.

Eadweard Muybridge
Movement of the hand, drawing a circle
1887

THE ANTIPOEM

An urge to "write" a poem entirely of cliches (qualification: a few connectors here and there). Yeah I threw these idiomatic expressions together in service of the slant rhyme, but can I claim authorship when eighty-thousand teenage girls reiterate these phrases daily. Poetry combats cliches but I ask you to consider THIS: "better the devil you know than the devil you don't." Does "start from scratch" mean nothing to you? What about "better safe than sorry." 


Music vid that follows competes for most radical manifestation of pop-music clichedom. At least in 1979. Actually I just heard it on a beer commercial a couple hours ago. Marked entrance into the cliche: when Miller incorporates you into their latest advertising campaign.



It Was A Dark And Stormy Night
in The Good Old Days - and Good Things Come To Those Who Wait -
a Damsel In Distress Could Care Less
about Labours of Love.

Life Imitates Art.

It Goes Without Saying that
When Fools Fall In Love,
When Push Comes to Shove,
When The Going Gets Tough,
"These Things Happen..."
i'm Calling Your Bluff.

Art Imitates Life.

My Two Cents? or A Penny For Your Thoughts?
Plenty Of Fish In The Sea is a Poor Excuse For
All's Fair In Love And War. Look Before
You Leap. the Calm Before The Storm.
It Was A Dark And Stormy Night.

(A Moment's Respite)

a Baptism Of Fire.
Blood Is Thicker Than Water.
It Was A Dark And Stormy Night.
a Kiss Of Death -
Spring To Life.

The Poem You Have Been Waiting For (for what?)

note 1: a new meaning for each viewing/a new meaning each time you read it. Repetition does not imply verbatim duplication. Subtle differences between/betwixt repetitions generate meaning. Omission and inclusion of parenthetical or slashed letters, words, and phrases renders a new reality. This piece is meant to be read several times; please intuitively or experientially omit and include bracketed entities to your liking. Of course, you could read it just once, but since the world is always in flux, it is unfair to enforce the words we use to describe it a static existence.
note 2 (*some of one*): An icon, a caricature of the deity never captures its Pure Reality, just fragments of infinity. 
We miss you. -A, L, & B.
 
& I do too.




(Let me [first]) E/elaborate with a sad tale from my own life(.)/(-)
s/Second let me distinguish between a
sad tale and a sad life.&a sad tale from a (sad) life.
asad tale from asadder life. Falling-ladder-like. (Let me)
welcome (t[w]o) the abyss.
(we)/come
back, to me
wel(l then)come back to me, misery came
back to me. Alone to face ([a] face of[f])
reality:


-the coward pursues
banality,

the muse inspires
conditionally–

while gods maneuver marionette strings
and still claimed to me
“neutrality.”

A Key That Girl Wears as a Necklace

for Alyssa



An entry granted granted correspondence. Lost in green grass then brown dirt from silver to red, embeds in earth. A tooth got loose, got lost underground. A door slammed shut. Lemon-induced luster moves up, moves down, swings tethered.

How-To Poetry Lesson Two: Arranging the Bricks 0 Intro

(Yesterday the universal subconscious lost its faith in “integrity” by the margin of one soul.)
Now that’s out of the way; we can begin.


“Poetry is the pruning of language into an organic structure.”
“Poetry is the erection of words into rhythmic patterns.”
“Poetry is philosophy condensed.”
“Poetry is not encouraged in academic writing.”

But most of all poetry is active.

A writer not only energizes language, but channels it down a particular string of circuits.

A carefully directed linkage intensifies a poem’s speculative richness.

Think of it like a micro-macro relationship.


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Until the next beautiful thing comes along,
k.

“How-To Poetry Lesson One: Building The Bricks”

I am dieting on elemental words.
Rudimentary prose.

Solid: “the axis”
Liquid: “penetrated”
Air: “bluish-toned rows”

Solid: the/a, a concept or thing with clear empirical verifiability OR inclination towards willful suspension of disbelief via geometric, analytic, and/or commonsensical application; e.g. “a ball, some star, arched lemon, the million little deaths, the millions I’ll never want to again.”

Liquid: basically what you’d think “verbose” meant if you didn’t already know it misleadingly means “wordy.” Verb-y. Pair with slant-rhymed adverbs to generate movement. Morally troublesome words can be limited in embellishment. Animation of non-verbs benefits from the hinting hyphen. e.g. “teeming, frothed, shimmer brimming, viscous slather, rape, violate, cross-bowed, center-folded.”

Air: deconstructive sector of the elemental triad; harnesses language and imagination with matched vigor. The meaning itself is contained entirely within the text. In e.g. “bluish-toned rows,” “rows” offers the physical presence thus far lacking in the stanza and also rhymes with “prose;” “bluish-toned” smoothes the always-abrupt end of the stanza by stitching a hyphen between a universal suffix on the left and a universal prefix on the right; one sees how light, how figure-eighted and muscled and slight -

Exercise. Fill these in. Use your pen.
Solid: ________
Liquid: _______
Air: __________


Next Lesson: “Structuring The Bricks”
Homework: think of Words That Sound Like "Brick" -or- think of Words That Sort Of Sound Like "Brick" But Also Operate Within Similar Systematic Environments.