Tag: pre-simulationism
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October 23, 2007 02:31 PM EDT --
for Ed Nudelman, Gather´s most prolific poet troubador and my dear friend in the emptiness. This poem is as much about weathering brickbats in the real world as in the virtual. . . .
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August 11, 2007 10:55 AM EDT --
For Kathryn Esplin-Oleski, versatile journalist, fiction writer, and poet, who I am lucky to count as one of my virtual friends on Gather. The documentary on global warming featuring Vice . . .
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February 28, 2007 02:13 PM EST --
For my youngest brother Patrick Walter, brilliant and versatile actor and writer, now living with his beautiful wife Monika and baby Yrja in Norway's northernmost Arctic Circle, who probably has . . .
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March 11, 2007 04:34 PM EDT --
This prose poem is dedicated to that magnifique intellectual and poet par excellence, John Walter. Who I'm in love with. Isn't every woman on Gather? Ahh... some of the lines in this piece came . . .
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March 21, 2009 05:14 PM EDT --
For David Lipshultz (1970-2004)
If I could wash my face in this basin
while I wept at your grave in Phoenix
dude I swear . . .
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November 18, 2008 08:46 PM EST --
Even this begoogled poesy I can´t enact anymore.
And--hot damn!-- I thought I could at least get by
in this fashion, by flimming myself into
flamming you folks a little bit longer.
But the truth . . .
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October 28, 2006 02:19 PM EDT --
I am writing something. Not a swan song, and not, not me. But - I will post it here - every stanza - as it happens. And finally. Some.Of.You.May.Comment.
That too, will go into the next stanza. And. &&& . . .
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September 14, 2007 09:13 PM EDT --
Singularity 101:
Odysseus’ Return / Lucifer’s Adieu
Goodbye, I say, to high ideals,
to lofty spirit tones.
Too-long-denied-within-me pains
would bring my aching . . .
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April 02, 2008 10:59 AM EDT --
For Boris G., virtual buddy and fellow poet, who keeps me on my toes with his incandescent prose.
---Hypocrite lecteur--mon semblable, --mon frère!*
Au Lecteur, LES . . .
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December 14, 2008 02:08 PM EST --
for Ron Breedlove, soldier, storyteller, poet and astute political observer.
a little accordion music maestro
will the goggling geese in the back . . .
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December 19, 2008 03:31 PM EST --
you imagine oatmeal
wish for a hot shower
then view again a shore a sea
zoom back to your tracks
tamped into wet sand
it's started raining on your bed
but there's no parasol
flung . . .
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January 11, 2009 11:33 AM EST --
You´re bound to a place by habit or choice.
´Picked this spot here.´ ´ Forgot to move away.´
So speak the stones, when each spectral voice
rustles tomb grass with reasons . . .
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November 15, 2006 06:37 AM EST --
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re-mixed morning, flowing filled of threshold. one is still hungry, evoking ends between wake & Id,
and memory. I connect the night - moment . . .
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July 15, 2007 12:22 PM EDT --
Sonnet elegy for Don Francisco Cara Martin, my father-in-law (1930-2002).
I never liked its name, 'Alzheimer's,´
Which brings to mind a faulty rhymer,
Who, . . .
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March 13, 2007 06:10 PM EDT --
For Brenda Clewes, beautiful dancer and brilliant pre Sim poet of the embodied mind. Her work interrogates consciousness and the evanescent self in a way that recalls a great modern American video artist, . . .
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July 22, 2007 05:38 PM EDT --
For all contemporary artists who get mired in the latest critical theories and lose hope. This one especially goes out to my pre Sim homegirls Amy George and Jill Pazerackas of . . .
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October 06, 2006 06:06 AM EDT --
Set <me> @flame
decentralized decay
Ardent Urgent Urban
goto burn your quivering lip : a rose
is // de-con.structing * paX
Pass.ions
for Control /?/ Surveillance
or.but.and
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October 11, 2006 04:50 AM EDT --
"He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet's soul. Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation . . .
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July 20, 2008 11:41 PM EDT --
There´s no wife tonight: no other half of the tale.
No questions or desires blurted down the hallway.
No delivery of daily vignettes across the sofa´s pillows.
No flurry . . .
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October 18, 2008 05:16 PM EDT --
when you fling yourself upon that time
no when you touch it back into life
the core episode savored like a drug
like memory´s fuel-injection system
boosting your custom-built time machine
you . . .
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