May 2013
27 posts
Anonymous asked: So I've heard that you're also a pretty good prose writer. Ever thought about posting any prose on your blog? Also, do you own a pair of argyle socks?
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chaiivee:
This issue of Episodic’s theme is ‘Spaces.’ It’s really quite a simple submission we’re looking for:
(1) a picture of a space (indoor, outdoor, anything)
(2) a poem/ short reflection/ prose story about that space (or a memory there, whatever!)
SUBMIT SUBMIT
I know you have something lovely to share
Boost!
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Third Attempt pt. 2
We’re going out of entrances
because he who waits despairs,
hopping here and there like a dumb
bird on a branch - but if you’re going
to be up there, at least climb the tree
and get me a real coconut!
We’re coming in at exits on a high
note, growing ‘til it reaches the heavens,
and if it isn’t a violin, then it has
to be a cello. Put out your claw
and start talking about happiness...
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Third Attempt pt. 1
What do you think you’re thinking?
That the world is just a sphere
and we are too many?
The last time I did that birds pecked
out the eyes of my dreams,
and I remembered a wayward
stash of crows jutting out
of the trees like a taunt.
Screw up your courage ‘til it seems nothing
to think of night as having a sunrise in it;
can you actually look at the glass?
what is the...
hbjewell asked: Hey, I really like your poetry! I was wondering if you have any advice on getting poetry out there, so it gets more readers/more followers on tumblr? Also how does the Feedback Project work?
Anonymous asked: classic motorcycles
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Easily the best discourse ever had about The Great...
Doug: You don't think the Great Gatsby was lost before he became a magician?
Carrie: He's a magician?
Doug: What the hell else could he be? He's the Great Gatsby!
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Poetry might be a mysticism
but every time I approach it
it flirts away awkwardly
like a bird that can’t fly
and I’m afraid to pounce it
for fear it would confetti
itself like a fucking dodo.
Why am I even talking about poetry
in a poem? My head is empty,
so empty, and really I’m trying
to be cool like an asymmetrical
shirt tuck. But I worry because
asymmetrical wings lead to crooked...
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I know futility is the size
of the bird in my heart
whose wings always celebrate
the arrival of a now
My weakness is that gravity
accumulates in seeds
blowing about the street
until they pile to a paralysis
There is no flutter
a noun can’t mend
into a pile of paralysis
I hear the wide world
spins itself into a pile of paralysis
I also hear you get caught
up in chants til you’re...
tonight →
Hmm, do I dare disturb the universe that is Monday?
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“Frank throws
pebbles into the
map if the
world and
readies
himself
to ride...”
– from The Book of Frank by CAConrad
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Lit Mags on Tumblr
theaprilreader:
onehundreddollars:
engl272:
Electric Literature’s Recommended Reading, fwriction : review, and Lightning Cake are three literary projects on Tumblr.
What other lit mags are on Tumblr?
N/A Literary Magazine!
We’re about to release our fifth issue.
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The April Reader!
We publish at the beginning of every month
Yes! Support both NA and...
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Anonymous asked: Just wondering, is there an estimated release date for A Literation?
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The World Lacks Reversibility
And so does time, which is why
my grandma tells me she grew up
in an era where indoor toilets weren’t
a given and that she remembers how
“glorious” her first shower at age 15
was and how she fears the world
our kids are growing up in: Make It New
and you can shit yourself when you wake
to the price of milk or a drone
asking to lend a cup of sugar and to put
your...
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I Wish I Were in the Woods with Joe
zacharylp:
5 May 2013
I wish I were in the woods with Joe penetrated by music from above too drunk to work and, anyway, on the inside. I stand at the window, feet below, open to exactly the elements in the green grass, eyes on the green morning to come, so that the day loses its shape and turns to something named and manageable: a...
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I.
I motion like a lichen when you ask
me what I want; I say don’t disappear,
instead fill with a flicker
of birds. I’m not going to apologize,
I want us to be the first rate animals
required in New York but I’m worried
about all the claw traps left
on the parkway and how infection makes us
unable to depart without notice.
II.
Words like flight are boring and...
cat leth ?????: So last night, after the AMAZING... →
cat:
So last night, after the AMAZING Poetry Bomb event, Kevin [thetargetbird], Turner, Keith, Androo, and I got drunk and spent all night playing exquisite corpse - channeling the surrealists of the past and making collaborative poetry. We’ve decided to start a Tumblr Poetry Salon in…
Yes this was definitely as awesome as it sounds.
aseriousbibliophile asked: Hey I've been trying to find a place to place some of my poetry online. Is Tumblr a decent place to put it up?
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April 2013
18 posts
Anonymous asked: BREAK TWO LEGS TONIGHT, tTB!!!!!
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Two years ago
I published a poem called What Got You Here. To me, it’s not a particularly interesting poem, and it feels a bit dated. But this poem started the The Target Bird Year, which I never thought I’d finish when I started out, and certainly never thought would lead to me maintaining this as a regular blog.
Flash forward another year, and I see this pop up on my dash:
a poster for the Poetry Bomb...
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The Arsenic is a Memory
To what end can it reach back
To childhood’s crawl space and pull
Out my old blanket’s rib cage? It may not
Be a dead hill to climb but it might
As well be; a poison’s half-life goes on forever
Even when it stops killing you as fast
As you want. Why am I aching so much
For so little debris? What small particles,
Barely caught by light can I cling to?
I’m at a bus...
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What Makes You Think I'm Enjoying This?
I say “blue” but mean beautiful looking.
Making words imitate living things
implies the minorest immortality that isn’t
mine but could very well be. Purple
stands for “Please, your restful
purple little eggs” and there’s got to be
a better way to keep the animal in us,
because the ghosts aren’t enough.
The pink ink stands against the rim
of night...
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I get hung up on the grotesque
Details of knowing how well-
Formulated location becomes
When it’s your place or mine,
And I only have a few things
Getting me through: 4 different pens
Leaking in my pocket, a thermos
Of 6 hour old coffee, sharp sticks
To poke myself with when I go
Blank at the auction for a grave
Yard. Even feeling like a lunch sack
Of bones I refuse to be a nomad...
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Marathon Monday
I’m running out of exegeses to mellow out
the buzz of tragedy. I’d run 2,600 miles to save
you from even another missing eyelash.
What’s a wish for if we can’t
drink away Mondays for happy reasons —
waking up is already a bummer enough.
I’m sorry for blacking out
on the T and arguing with the world
for trying to push me underground;
I just wanted it to feel boisterous
as Boylston when we...
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Symmetrize Space
I almost never rewrite poems, but this one got some pretty good comments in Dottie Lasky’s workshop, so here’s my second stab at it.
Positive sounds must have
their negative, does that bind
The barely northern lights
to shine over some Chicago
I know not what
they ask but maybe
A star exists that isn’t
thrusting towards us ass-first
Blowback to the communion
of its...
kaznguyen asked: Hello, are you a bird?
waldojack asked: Hello,are you a writer ?
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I notice myself, then others notice
me, and that I’ve fallen on a syllable.
What do I know about this? It’s an idea,
and ideas are just time living in the future, no?
Clouds did not have names a couple hundred
years ago, but what is left to do now?
I swear I didn’t notice the light shining
through me on the streets, at least not now
because the reason is nothing much more...
Congratulations Issue 2 Contributors!
aliterationmag:
The long wait is over! Issue 2 of A Literation is now in production, and we’re pleased to announce and congratulate the following fine poets and writers, whose literary offerings will grace our digital pages. If your piece wasn’t selected for this issue, we encourage you to try again next issue. Submissions for our third issue will open sometime within the next two months....
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When you wake up as early as I do reality doesn’t
set in until around bedtime. There’s then a life
where my kids will force me to put money in
a swear jar for every bad word: duty,
all, same, brave, free, and cool (we ain’t real
cool ‘til everyone says it without a billiard smack
tremble giving fear away). I’ll tell them to keep
dancing until it’s called...
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I approached perfection once
because the moon was doing half-
assed work, but it saw me and it’s fast —
I got a picture to put in the gift shop
of hollow aspiration. I also bought a book
there called “War: Between Who We Can Be
and Who We Are (is the Greatest),”
and after the first page I dreamed
I was a poem surrounded by a bed
of trees unwilling to break lines...
The Goat: The Spirit of the Stairs →
dtwocubed:
a pitcher of sangria with a hole in her womb,
smaller than the circumference of sewing thread,
and every hour that i am away she stitches
another hatch mark in her skin,
she loses an ounce of wine
through that portal in her umbra
until i can cradle the back of her head in
the palm of my…
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It occurs to me much too late
That we can do anything
In fact, if we’re willing
To kill our particles’ possibilities
To sit everywhere at once
And smoke from soft packs
(& you’ve changed
The outcome just by reading this).
Are we happier trying to make things
Like piles and piles of moon-
Light real because eventually
We won’t be? “Young lady,...
March 2013
32 posts
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All of the oxygen had vanished
from the desert and my old man
looked at me as if he suddenly
recognized me from somewhere
and everything went plumph
like a soft wall collapsing and if I paid
close enough attention I could hear
birds singing from within the dying
cacti. He asked me who kept vigil
over Nogales’ body, and what was
the size of the bull she had to leap into
to...
ivyofthe420 asked: I never heard of that but there is a fungus hat splits ants heads & makes them like a cannibal after it kills them, so they r zombie ants. lol.... not really a question, just had to say it.
Anonymous asked: is there a fungus that speaks to you?
