Nov 1, 2012

DANCE POEMS


“… como el musguito en la piedra, ay si, si, si …”
 Pina Bausch

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O horse
                                    earth eater
                        soil imp
                                    dowse
            the throngs on the cracked earth

the tossed sprites
                                    the measurer
                        like a rod spinning
                                    a grist
                        of the shells & horn

            who is taken
                                    without
a double
                        is a reprise
            a destroyer
            firm in witness
            a bivalve
truly

                        seeding
            civilization / grief
                        storms
                                    of air
            gravity’s dark sand
                        shriven
harvest
                        the offal of continuance
a small flame
                                    what i am

                        in the rain
                        a body

in the true light no-one needs

            the fissure appears
                                    churning

quickness on the ice
                        what cannot be grasped
            the smoke of intimacy
the revenant a white bat
            frozen again

the light fruit of obeisance
            & the dance of the mundane
an atomic age
                        orchestra


schools
of fish
                                    thoughts

                        the precise measure

of brazen suicidal
                        ideation
out in Antarctica
                                    among the others
            the teeming
            improvisation
            within
                                    limitations

this long fall has the appearance of volition

            the remnants
                                    a footprint of sweat

dragging
            the commodities
                                    interfere
a shadow
            like
                  a thrall           
the slap of literality



Obeisance
wood
wind
            bird                        alone
                        tremulous
            in the head
                        snake motifs
            self-directed
lifting
            abracadabra

                                    Swing low
                                    eyes

            marched motley

linearity
            picking nits
logistics
                        Daphne
            centripetal
glad rags
            a switch
                        singing

            traversing the shadows

plumbed
                                    always
            a figurehead           
                                    tether

a tortured duet

            grounded skidoo

lilting power
                                    blood on the snow

a number
            raining swing
                        amazon
                                    bow

upsetting the needs

                        a cobra
            instructs
                        instrumental

            salmon
                        gossamer

ripped refrain
            brook
                        side
devil
            last imp
                        drags
            hair

                                    cord of sound
sapphire
            rag
                  knelt
                        before
            hands
                   folded
at                            furling
            rainbow

                                                games
                                                drums


palomino
            palomine
                                    a flag
                                                insect legs

INTERMISSION

Glyphed
            tunnel                        reins
                        beat
                                    neck swung
            evil-eye
                        precarious


                        gilt stars

                                    Piscean gaze


            gloamed


                                    fluid

            slow walking

                                                slow





            spotlight
                                    makes
                                               
                                                            a hole

            in the torrent




            shook flapping

            round hush









namer arm
                                                            strong
                                                            spun
            fell
                 upon
                        embrace





            from above




            bright
                        roam wrong bow

wrong rolled strung

                        a seat
                        an offer


glitter
            aplomb

                        repast
smoke signals sole

            above                                                long ones
            after


screechgold            orbit
                        X
                                    hover
            swivel
                        lean
                                    feral
                        spark

record
            sun            gold
                        struck
                                    thrown
tiller
            barnacle posture

conflagration
                        hopper                                    slept
            last
                        from sounding
                                                dream

                        drum shimmy
                        legged rain
                                                stalking

corporeal
            eel

in shroud vector
            outlives

inchworm mile
            million
                        mitosis



mired rose light

                        unarched

                        archerfish

take root
                        center            twist

me shriek
                        beckoning

pulse
            shrug


circumference
                        combed
            a story

            moonlight
                        lifted

gyre             swung               tired


            away

mover
            before
                        limbed

            staccato

                        arm jig

jive



fire eyes



                                                maenad
                        speech
                                    effect
                        system

backwalk
            jungle
            power

                                    a pair
                                    out among


leitmotif
            motive

                                                collider

            fission
                        great bass
where it                                    last drum
                        began

O horse

Sep 18, 2012

FUTURIST FLOWERS- Giacomo Balla

 
1.

Sex ship
            four-pronged
                        fuschia
                        shibboleth
            like a clock of need
                        transportive
                        the litter of the stars’
            spit drips
                        on the landing
                                    pad
                                                take me there
with you

2.

                        Kapow
for the heart tree
            the green falls
            like a man
            like a poison
dart frog in
            the war
                        of its shadow—
a sheaf of nasty
            A’s


3.

Shivering candelabra
            sweats a balm
a rude candy
            sconce
a saw of sugar
            rips the plain
            evening
                        what has burned
roughed up
            by puckering ice

 
4.

The palm shields
            this firey nakedness
like a government
            a cup with a point
the salt of dry lips
            history &
                        honesty
            the tongue taste
                        of a knife
edge

 
5.

            Uncertain staff
the night of
            a slept-through
day
            the backwards
                        figure
bows or strikes

 
6.

            A mothering
                        lollipop
fans
            the humped-up
            beads
it sits in the belly

            gesso

                        a thousand years

7.

            An idea
                        a scoriation

the sitting Buddha
                       
                        sells you
                                    carbohydrates


 
8.

A tree of explosions
            all the white
            destiny
                        the fruit in quadrants
                        like a land
war propped up
            on the mace
of a rocket
            certain feet
a crown of morning
                        stars

9.

            Two fates
                        like a parliament
what it shades
            what it buries
                        the middle

                                    is a funny wand


 
10.

            The terror
                        of the mother
                                    seed
a sailor’s star
                        coming
            on unidentified
a pinwheel
            like a god
that god
            who forgets you

as sure as it moves on
            a tired trooper

in the square for dancing



Sep 2, 2012

WEEDS, 1996- Yayoi Kusama

 
Visage of Green
            Man like
a pillar of spermatozoa
            the face
that is just
                        spasm
            titter of leaves
the little teeth
            of a dryad
It is a wave
                        of eye parts
            like a spray
of fronds
            the nape of a stem
a tiny breeding
                        scythe

May 28, 2012

GREAT CLOWN, 1971- Krishna Reddy



Blubbering hyacinth crux
            a split head

meridian
            black                        face
                        clowns

regard neon passion
            of chickenwire,

barbed & stained
            mineral blood

of the circuit board
            regime

                                    we
                                    begin

like a spasm
            of cells

            a gushing
            aorta
                                   
                                    religion what falls
through the opening
 

Apr 19, 2012

Periphery


Lost light
with nary a design,
deigned to designate
a swathe of the badlands
for running water.  Immersed
upright forms suggest figures moving
far away on the tops of buildings on the impossible
line of the horizon, which is never so close as to be
touched—a pink line, shimmering with heat from which
emerge churches of bone like teeth.  Their ilk demarcating the horizon,
a cadre of corpulent fools; such things as were discussed before you were born,
the art of sucking on a lemon.  Those things that are rotten at the core.  You know,
way back when, the boat of the best fell off

the edge of the world.

Apr 13, 2012

Beachcombing Robots


Last ocean & blue
sky.  Beachcombing robots
supercede us long
after we’re gone. 

The segmented hoses
of their gentle arms—
violence is stoked
by hunger,

despair by thirst.
To take it all in,
like a steady stream
of irritating smoke. 

Even under your skin
it’s still you—a million
little reactions you have
no idea about.

What does it even look like
inside your lungs?
To this day, still a mystery
to yourself & everyone else.

Mysteries sell
very well,
but not yours—unsolved
& with no apparent motivation.

Apr 8, 2012

The World of Tomorrow


What made wings into arms?
Not to anticipate actual birds
inhabiting the bird-angles
of the dynamic chariot of the future;

flowers of rust paint the rippling
calves of the Atlas of tomorrow—
striations frame the real still blood
of anticipation, now long lost;

how the unseen will kick balls
around the reflecting pools
as the empty lightning cracks
rock bottom.  Ice cream trucks

tinkle above the time capsule & remain,
unironically, the same
just like today is
the same as yesterday. 

Concentric rings above
the forgotten amphitheater, songs
in the wrong tongue for some,
but songs nevertheless rebound

around the disintegrating saucer,
tear-stains of the moldy gods,
the great steel shoulders
of industry burrowed through

by minutes & air & noisy shadows—
what holds the torch high above
the muddy fields will burn
down to the knuckles & the body

itself will ignite, an alien sun in the sky
above the fields
you will never know.

Apr 7, 2012

DANCE POEMS

 BYE
 Mats Ek


Looking in


                        looking out



                                    going
                                    the double

the flower of portals

                                    lifting the bucket


swung braid


                        backed

                                    puppeted

                                                spirited

            circus


                        ghost


                        stereoscope
                                                wallflower

                        bilateral
                                    flutter


                        without
                                                gravity


                                                            mirth


                                    monkey

realign
                        crossed



path                                         revenant

                        reassured

                        square              jumper


knocked            circler
                                    looper
                                                breather



                        pacer



                        like breath on glass





            apace
                                                visit


                                                            wander

in place
                        found
                        horns of the dilemma



                        nodded
                        stuck
                                                boxed

quotidian popper


                                    window light


                        pool



                                                plane



                                                recall



                                                huddle
                                                            lift



anemone


                        rise


                                    a mill

                                    aspun


boxed
            lick of flame


                        audience
                        is


                                    astir—


                                                hello