m o r e | w o r d s

Feb 24, 2010

In Taiwan




Everyone quotes poets and philosophers
with ease: Li Po, Confucius, Lao Tzu, Lao Zi.

We burned paper houses, paper Mercedes
assuring ancestral comforts in heaven.

Feb 21, 2010

Why Comedians Make Excellent Poets (but rarely vice-versa)



I am not a funny poet. If I am, it's usually unintentional. :) But I love to laugh and I love certain poetry, so in thinking about poets I most admire folks like Tony Hoagland and Matt Cook come to mind. Not just because they wield words wryly and thoughtfully, but because they're also damn funny--and truthful--and not afraid to say it like it is. To do so and still leave an impression on readers long after the poem has been read is the mark of true genius. 


Truth is, I find poetic inspiration from comedians more so than contemporary poets, though I like to pretend I am both. But really, just think about it for a moment: everything that makes a good joke makes a good poem; most of what makes a good comedian makes a good poet. Look at Stephen Colbert, for example, and the ways his humor mixes with tongue-in-cheek but nonetheless relevant complexities of human language and human nature, particularly during  "The Word" segment of his show. Hey, thanks to Colbert, "truthiness" is now an official part of the American lexicon. Next up? Wikiality or Absinthethinence? What about Americon Dream or Blackwashing? C'mon Webster, whadya say?


The Colbert ReportMon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c
The Word - Truthiness
www.colbertnation.com
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Feb 18, 2010

l a n g u a g e | o f | h a n d s


Once in India we stood on the edge of a grave 
and looked down at the bones inside. I could not tell
the women from the men or which hands killed;
marveling at the identical stillness; their pelvises
opened the same, like prayer books lacking words.





Feb 15, 2010

On Glück's Meadowlands

         Glück engages readers of Meadowlands, her seventh book of poems, by crafting a tight collection of accessible poems featuring candid conversations, provocative commentaries, opposing perspectives, sobering parables and poignant vignettes drawn from her own life as well as guest appearances by Homer's Odysseus, Penelope, and Telemachus. These unsectioned poems are uniformly neat, short, stylistically similar and best appreciated as a series since the veiled references and deeper implications regarding Glück's own marriage in poems like "Circe's Torment" and "Parable of the Swans" can't help but rise to the surface when paired alongside poems like "The Dream" and "Meadowlands (1, 2, 3),” which show Glück's marriage and family life on the brink of collapse. The drawback to Meadowlands is that despite well timed infusions of levity readers end up on a distressing modern odyssey of sorts—a ride too often weighed down by moments of private suffering made public. Unfortunately, it’s a ride many of us 1.) are all too familiar with, and 2.) prefer to avoid, especially during playtime.
            Sadly, the tagline for Meadowlands may as well be “Much misery, not enough light.” A sense of dark hopelessness and stark admonitions pervade the collection; for example, in "Midnight:"
If I were you
I'd think ahead. After fifteen years,
his voice could be getting tired; some night
if you don't answer, someone else will (26).

Feb 14, 2010

h a n s e l | c a n c e l s | t h e r a p y | s e s s i o n | w i t h | g r e t e l



Pt. canceled session w/sister via letter.
No interest in rescheduling. Follow up
Calls on 10/10 and 10/15 unsuccessful;
Billed ins. for missed appt. Current pt.
Status unknown. –Dr. X.







Nov 16, 2009

d e a r | f a t h e r



I know you wanted to be scattered like seeds 
across water; dust and ashes and one final sunset. 
Story goes that Mama, stuck inside her grief,
decided to shellac the body, covering it 
with kisses and glaze: a homemade varnish
to seal your soul inside. No one knows 
what to do with such information.




Nov 14, 2009

a u b a d e

I wake up to my face mopping up the sunlight. 
It’s bright. The bed is cold, his side especially. 





Nov 13, 2009

t r u e | b u g s


In water and on land
I take my beating
trays to capture you;
a simple wish:
I want to hold you

prisoner inside


s t a t s