Tuesday, July 27, 2010 To-uncaring by Tatjana Debeljacki Lost in the grey loneliness. Cognition intruder – rustling from the mind. Unclear thread, passionate, cruel, is awaken. The fruit is not conspiracy. The lunatic, genius of silence! Get closer to the unspoken. The analysis of reason- slavery! During walking, visible shame! Exciting autonomy, Opened door, the windows, Draft! In the mist the stairways Leading to heaven. Paralyzed conscience, Portable mirror. In the plural against the fluency, Conducting, behavior, And admit the guilt. The line connecting, The road to the spacecraft. Submissions Ross Vassilev, Editor. Paste up to 3 poems in the body of your email, title it "submission" and submit to [email protected]. Simultaneous and reprints OK. No pay and you keep all rights. Response time is a week or less. Check out my other zine Opium Poetry 2.0 and my own poetry at my homepage. *An Asphodel -- poem by Allen Ginsberg *Lost Battles of The Vietnam War Дели Пријави злоупотребу Следећи блог» Направи блог Пријавите се Asphodel Madness POETRY! POETRY! POETRY! POETRY! POETRY! POETRY! POETRY! Page 1 of 59 Asphodel Madness 7/28/2010 http://asphodelmadness.blogspot.com/
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Tuesday, July 27, 2010
To-uncaring by Tatjana Debeljacki
Lost in the grey loneliness.
Cognition intruder – rustling from the mind.
Unclear thread, passionate, cruel, is awaken.
The fruit is not conspiracy.
The lunatic, genius of silence!
Get closer to the unspoken.
The analysis of reason- slavery!
During walking, visible shame!
Exciting autonomy,
Opened door, the windows,
Draft!
In the mist the stairways
Leading to heaven.
Paralyzed conscience,
Portable mirror.
In the plural against the fluency,
Conducting, behavior,
And admit the guilt.
The line connecting,
The road to the spacecraft.
SubmissionsRoss Vassilev, Editor. Paste up to 3 poems in the body of your email, title it "submission" and submit to [email protected]. Simultaneous and reprints OK. No pay and you keep all rights. Response time is a week or less. Check out my other zine Opium Poetry 2.0 and my own poetry at my homepage. *An Asphodel -- poem by Allen Ginsberg *Lost Battles of The
Vietnam War
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On Religion Those who love God/god will always love
Those who do not believe in God will never believe Why are we inducing our insights on common people? If you are intellectually fulfilled then it does not necessarily Means that you should make fool of your intelligence. Religion will never be dead and be dead. What is not dead is spiritualism. We are bunch of spirits Or soul and we are here for short periods of time. This is our standard existence. If we follow moral, ethical, social and humanistic principals. We will be blessed among ourselves. There is no need to worry and doubt other’s intelligence, we Are here and we will be here in one form or another. The philosophy of life is not life of philosophy rather journey towards sustainable peace and prosperity. Remember, the more Differences you will create, the more difference you will have to solve. We are the problems and we have the solutions.
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Monday, July 26, 2010
Waste of Time. by Laura Whelton
You know there was a day once
That stood out from time
Curled hair and tanned legs
A staple of a youthful past
Time was cruel and marks like blood
Soak this skin
Sun like butter now
Thick and blinding
No longer the painted happiness
Which held a hopeful thought
No longer the empty glasses
Held by a friend
Today was long
Cradled the sleeplessness
Worn out fatigue and promised nothing
Was it all a waste of time?
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38 years of an alcoholic brother. by Laura Whelton
How easy to be the drunk
Eking out each day with coinsShuffling towards another oblivion
With each waking stride.
How easy and forgotten
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The long days of alcohol
Drank like a dying man with water
How easy the daysSpent doubled in pain
Vomiting nothing
But the pure torture
Of your condition.
How easy and sad
Begging at street corners
For the same coinsThat last only a second
The endless walk
Of the drunkAs he staggers home
Night after lost night
Muttering dissatisfactory
Soliloquies
To the sombre moon
Diluted by spent eyes
How easy
To wake and have a conviction
On how to spend your day
While we soldiers of disciplineWork like animals for survival.
How easy.
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Sunday, July 25, 2010
I ONCE GOT A GRANT TO
GO TO PRAGUE and interview people about the homeless there,
but the government representatives kept telling me
they didn't have any homeless, even though I could
see
them on the street. They said they weren't really
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that they were drunks who fell asleep on the way
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that there just isn't a problem. And then one of the
papers
reported that a tram driver got sick of a homeless
man
who kept riding without ever getting off and so
when
the man was sleeping the driver pulled over, took
out
some gasoline, and lit the homeless man on fire.
I went to ask them about that, but they wouldn't
return any of my calls.
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Saturday, July 24, 2010
A Real Man by Suchoon Mo
a real man
writes poetry
plays flute
and he masturbates
upon mountain top
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Country Fair Weekend by Nicole Taylor
I drank beer with strangers, coffees downtown,
teas with Mary, Mike's hard liquor with strangers
and neighbors. At camp I bought a corduroy hat
and sodalite earrings. At camp I watched
drummers, musicians and a fire show with nude
dancers. Later I watched another fire show from a
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great band, a fun pantomime and large chess
board. At camp I ate Baklava and noodles. I also
ate granola and a sub, a muffin on the ride home.
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Thursday, July 22, 2010
THE SIGH by Stephen Jarrell Williams
Middle of night music
soft in shadows
remembering you
breathing in my ear
wanting more
and I giving you more
and now
separate
we wonder what we did wrong
no tears
only a sadness
song
still penetrating a sigh
lasting for years.
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PAULETTE, LIVING IN HER CAR by Lyn Lifshin
I was a ballet dancer,
then I got divorced.
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I tried to be a
secretary but
learned that tho
I’m healthy
I couldn’t get
any job. I fill
my car with things
that don’t let
you know there’s
a person in there,
a lot of bags and boxes
and I cover myself
with newspaper
and hunker down
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Wednesday, July 21, 2010
boston girl, well, I am chinese firecracker lame by kenneth mulvey
don’t go you fuck
don’t you darebut it’s a busted
taillight drive
for a broken door handled
barroom anda ponytailed joke
bowing, ejaculating
yessir yessir
alla the timeevery time you look
at him,
asleep rumbling
throat after hekicks you out
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in a cold front
lawn till
the blistered moon
threatens themystics dreaded and
lovemakers
so I spend my
morningpeaking
into pieless windows,
wives shrugging their
pale shoulders atempty tables,
husbands busy rubbing
one out in
hot showersso they don’t
fuck this up,
whilst me down on
1st streetwith bustop bums meagre
cuz the women stay
limber
with methamphetaminesores volcano naked
all the praised day,
where somebody stole my
empty wallet,acting out the futile
show yet
we still are all
afraid,no, I don’t ask for
it all back since
the emaciated
boy .22’s bunny rabbitshowling like babies
on a cyanide trip
and that’s enough,
I think,until the midafternoon
pederasting fat russian elite
rape bloody violent
shouting 12 year old girls
between the 14th
and 12th floors,
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behind unseen windows
upon papercut carpet,
police guard says
you better leavebuddy boy,
I whip up the
chaise into
crazy motion,leave
the jealous road
sniffing his own usefulness,
stride dejectedhead down and
bent enough for to
load confidence
upon her freckled eyelidsenough to fold
her desolation knees,
it will be easy, this,
the army boys are outof town
and she’ll forgive,
she’ll need somebody,
she’ll drop her synthetic nuclear vestin the presence
of an evolutionarily doctored cock
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Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Tense Darkness by Farida Samerkhanova
I am waiting for you in the middle of the night
And there comes a moment when
My body turns boneless and indifferent
Like a soft cotton pad
Every cell of my brain is plugged with
disappointment and fatigue
I stop distinguishing between the sounds around
me
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The drops of rain jingling against the unfriendly
surface of the roof
Your tires whispering something to the wet
pavement
A distant neighbour’s garbage bin being dragged along the driveway
Your cautious steps on the telltale creaking kitchen
floor
The irritating ticking of the clock on the bedroom
wall
And my own miserable heart beating
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Monday, July 19, 2010
CRUDE by Lyn Lifshin
the blackness
rising to the surface
oozing up to
the surface, slick
oozing in the back
yards. “No trespassing
Danger” signs. Oily
muck in the street.
“If they stay
they’re signing
their own death
warrant” on a sign
near a house
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Candidates come
here days before
the election
to shake hands
***
it’s like a ghost
town, houses boarded
up. I’m afraid if
I leave the house
they’ll loot or burn
it. I have a child
with birth defects
of heart, pancreas.
Kidney. Chloroform
was so high it
wouldn’t be allowed
in any work place.
I was pregnant.
The state told me
nothing wasn’t
safe
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http://www.lynlifshin.com/books.htm
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Sunday, July 18, 2010
Coastlines of My Dreams by Jake David
The shadowy past,
vague. Vast. Lone as the walls
a barren mind resembling
ungripped realities
like the coastlines of my dreams,
laying secretly within hidden pages.
brushing naked against the burgundy sky
underneath a Halloween moon
during a saxophone wind,
the ghost of a yesterdaynight's kiss.
I remember on the coast lines of my dreams
with eyes like the seven seas after Earth's climax.
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Saturday, July 17, 2010
The Grandest Gestures by David Tomaloff
I have been
to your cities
and seen
the Ducks
hiding coyly
among the lions
and thieves;
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all huddled
together,
at once
defiant
and
terribly
alone.
Concrete
and Shoes,
sunglasses
and Stuff(!);
coldly
ablaze
like
science
fiction
just
w aiting
to
happen.
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Thursday, July 15, 2010
11:45
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by Stephanie Wytovich
The phone refuses to ring
I wonder if it’s broken
Silenced
Or was quietly murdered
During the dead of night
It taunts me
Stares at me
Its numerical patterns
Circularly counting repetitively
Around the clock
While it ticks away seconds
And tocks away minutes
Relentlessly stealing hours from me
From my day
The carpet itches my thighs
And my nails dig into my arms
A nervous twitch
That draws blood
I try to distract myself
My spinning head is to full
To think otherwise
You’re probably busy
Wrapping yourself around her legs
Your tongue down her throat
Panting to the rhythm of her movements
Dancing in the crevices inside her
Or screaming to the beat of your heart
You’re probably occupied
Talking to your friends
Telling them about your night
You spent in a drunken stupor
Drowning in whiskey
Swimming in beer
Yelling at family
You’re probably lying
Telling them you’re in love
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After you beat me in your room
Left me stained with tears
Dried blood on my lips
As you passed out in your bed
And I drove home
Battered
And broken.
You’re probably living your life
Going about your day
Like nothing is wrong
While I’m left
Sitting by the phone
Waiting…
Waiting…
For you to call,
Because I know if I leave
You’ll find me,
And I’ll be worse off
Then laying on this itchy carpet
In your run down apartment.
I’ll be dead.
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Wednesday, July 14, 2010
YOUNG GIRL’S DIARY by Lyn Lifshin
There is nothing to eat.
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We are going to die of hunger.
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My teeth ache,
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my left leg is frostbitten.
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I almost finished the honey.
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What have I done?
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How selfish I am!
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What are they going to say?
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What will they
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spread on their bread now?
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Mother looks terrible–
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a shadow of herself.
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She works very hard.
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Whenever I wake up
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at twelve or one in the night
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she is bent
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over the sewing machine,
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and she gets up at six.
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I have no heart, no pity,
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eat everything
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I can lay my hands on.
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Today I had an argument
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with Father.
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I insulted and even cursed him.
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And this was because yesterday
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I weighed the noodles
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but this morning took
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a spoonful for myself.
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When father came back
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he weighed them,
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found there was less,
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started yelling at me.
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He was right, but I was
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upset and cursed him.
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Father just stood
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at the window
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and cried like a child.
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No stranger ever
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abused him like I did.
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Everybody was home
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I went to bed quickly
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Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Let Us Play by Santosh Kalwar
Dear Women,
come out and let us play,
reveal your secret and let’s swim
In a river of your pain with enthusiasm and excitement