November 2011
32 posts
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Reject 27
If love is depressed that she cannot live
in a vacuum anymore, I’ll look for the eroticism
in having to tell the time.
We’ve done this at least three times now,
can we call it a tradition yet? It’s only natural
to look for a pattern that assumes a shape
within reality and causes us to walk
around it on our way to the kitchen.
-C.S. Henderson
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Digital Chapbook: "Anti-Revisionism:...
thelazylazarus:
Formerly “Thirty-one Ways I Would Have Done Everything Different”, this is a collection of recent poems, collected, connected, and edited. Thank you for reading.
“Anti-Revisionism: Schizophrenia, Schizophrenia, and Memory”
Something to help get you through the week.
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You could just tell me how home
is just a bird fluttering against
your lap, or laugh off the stammers
of trying to be elevated above
the sentimental maintenance
of integrity, or put a sudden shock
of orange into your hair before dinner —
either way, we correspond oddly
and with an odd thing
of wonder, like the future is a crag
jutting out of a sudden fog,
and then we leap!
-C.S....
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I grip the throat of my echo
as it careens into the bathroom
while I’m taking a shower,
lamenting that life is just
shedding in my lap
until it no longer purrs.
-C.S. Henderson
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You wanted to be the thick molt of dreams, green words billowing white until they mix with spit, the ashy salve I use to keep you from smelling me on the hunt. You lower the arrowhead into happiness, love it for its woundedness, embed it into its expansions and contractions until it erupts violently and dependently across my face.
I watch a bus in flames on 35th.
Tonight, between bourbon and...
DIGITAL CHAPBOOK #2, DREAM A DREAM
lavosxii:
Hey all, Dream A Dream AKA the Player’s Guide to Kirby 64: The Crystal Shards is now available at this location. Enjoy responsibly.
Jesus H. If you’re not reading everything this kid writes you’re failing.
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582 Love Sonnets to the Rock: 4
After the fantastic idea mentioned in THIS POST by TheLazyLazarus
Let’s sink into the caldera
and wait for day
to crack itself open, oozing
yolky light into the room.
The same yesterdays blossom into large
fears, anywhere is too great
a distance and I hyperventilate in its dust.
With eyes spilling boulders from sleep,
you said we’d never rhyme
above sea level, needing the...
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Why did we decide that getting drunk
and drawing new maps to find each other
when spinning darkly into the pit of lives
meshed with the soft crashings engendered
by intentions we can’t do anything with
was a good idea? Because I woke up,
head adangle like a broken chandelier,
lost amid the stained and sticky cartography.
-C.S. Henderson
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I laughed at the broken toes melting at the beach,
a loamy joke you told with lampshades
to defer the full speed of the punchline —
if I could stomach the embarrassment of always being
cold in bed with you, then maybe I wouldn’t tremble
so much as you scratch my wrists like they were beautiful.
To hell with the wall of sleep
and trying to complete the revolution
of thought!...
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582 Love Sonnets to the Rock: 3
After the fantastic idea mentioned in THIS POST by TheLazyLazarus
Shallow dawn spills
Like magma into the room,
The viscosity of rising thicker than anything
More than an arm
Over the quarry. I’m still
Unable to predict the dispersion
Of days in your light,
Rays on your head bellowing
Within the chasm that precludes
Each tender lonely night.
Your lips, still stained of gabbro and...
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582 Love Sonnets to the Rock: 2
After the fantastic idea mentioned in THIS POST by TheLazyLazarus
Bless the columns of Rome spilling
Into my lap, polished white and apologizing
For all subsequent earthquakes and sheets
Of rubble. Historically, it’s too dark
To swim at this time of year,
So we settle on eroding at the foot
Of the shore. I get upset thinking
Of the hardships of sand,
How many people they could have...
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582 Love Sonnets to the Rock: 1
After the fantastic idea mentioned in THIS POST by TheLazyLazarus
I felt hungry and hollow
In the gypsum morning, you the back
Eternally turned, you the face
Of granite, eyes freckling dawn.
In what cave did love harden, uncut
With ardor save the endless dynamite
Kiss. The sky bruises easily
Waiting for your first blink,
The air chewed apart by jagged fate.
The moon was supposed to rise...
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A Possible World: The Target Bird for #Poetry... →
thelazylazarus:
Okay, maybe 2083 is a bit to long from now. But it seems like that’s as long as it would take for someone who clearly deserves editorship to get it, so now I am now announcing CS Henderson’s (thetargetbird.tumblr.com) campaign for #Poetry Editorship. Please do not be…
I am beyond flattered by this, not only for the nomination (be it 2083 or now), but also for the accuracy...
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Morning in Zuccotti Falls
The year was already tired
from moving in all directions,
wanting to rest on the porch with tea
before finishing the week.
Thinking boiled over and scalded our hands;
determination, polka-dotted underwear,
obscene if not for it’s cute ridiculousness;
politics dispensed in a Coke machine,
tickling our noses if we drank it too fast.
Everyone ached on both sides:
the infinite awful...
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The One Where I Forget It's Your Birthday
The room explodes away from me,
Suddenly everything is holy
And light skips as oil in a pan,
Light breaks its yolk in my hand,
Light does not wash off in the dishwasher.
The dark is farther
From me and you than Los Angeles,
A crisis
Erupts from the milk
As it tilts
Coffee into a god:
God of courage, odd
Bouncing of wings inside
The brain, lied
To as a consequence
Of responding...
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Reject 26
If love is the dreams reverberating off the marble
as history digs its heel into our backs,
reality must increase the frequency of taking
a sledgehammer to desire
as it circles itself into a storm.
-C.S. Henderson
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The Present is a Rhyme (A Surrealist's Brunch)
A collaborative poem written with David Pritchard via text message.
Don’t tell me what to do.
I’ll tell you whatever I want to:
Deaf ears, silent jeers ,quiet fears, wired mirrors.
Goliathan cheers, Golgothan seers, going to Sears,
Bowling arrears.
Napalm peers, gassy biers, fallowing leers, laundering sheers,
cloudy deers, bored careers, mach piers, swerving queers,...
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Four Thoughts on the Moon
I
The headache welcomes afternoon
slowly, the antlers of a dusky elk palm
muting twigs, the burgeoning synapses
of a plush moon.
II
The engineers try to fill the craters
with broken levees and track houses,
the meteoric bombardment of the ought
not to be modern age, but we don’t know
how to call it anything else when drunk.
III
The moon lifts the twi-lid of a dusty
city,...
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The wilderness of the tongue
braids itself in silent mutation with gin
and clicking teeth. The bad kiss of love
lost and won back becomes the beat.
The dance was heard from a distant room.
The brain is evolving
as fast as it can, the consolidated
assets weighed against how much tissue
can be balled into the hand.
Genius can go unrecognized
if it’s always spilling its drink at the...
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Gap: Ruining the Webs
The last of the good leaves stunned
the coffee into being warmer. No lemon,
no melon, no way to start the morning,
looking past & finding it the same future.
There’s nothing left but the dry oases
of the heart, the bursting of stars
at the brief switch of dusk.
-C.S. Henderson
Nothing Incomprehensible: Awesome Tumblin' Your... →
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thelazylazarus:
I’ve been thinking about doing this for a while and want to give proper credit to some of my favorite tumblrs because they’re fuckin amazing and deserve it, and are the only reason this dumbass website is worthwhile. So, thanks,…
I don’t care that I’m on this list (but very flattered, *fist bump back at ya). I care that...
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Reject 25
If love has seen its reflection in every adjective between “grapey” and “sledgehammering,” folded itself into a sandwich, left itself on the counter for three days, and complains about being misinterpreted, then I might as well throw myself upon the bonfire, lest I spend the next hour negotiating the scaffold which may lead to heels-on reverberation but more likely just the...
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Shamelessly Cynical Monday Poem
After Brooks Lampe of UutPoetry
What if we do not end up happy,
always cleaning the maroon
and brick from the expansive blue
trying to reach out from the sun?
The earth is a clutter of hoses, umbrellas
and brooms — what else could there be
but surrender if not from the matches
(it’s hard to hear, but there’s no use
denying that we could understand
the transcendence...
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Reject 24
If love is trying to perfect the image
of a stillest peach, heavy flesh spilt and marbled
with fucking and pain, then at least
remember that if you ask for her number
you should call.
-C.S. Henderson
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Jumping Through the Security Checkpoint
After Chris Schaeffer of ComeFriendlyBomb
We heard over the radio that youth had stopped
considering going to point A after watching Speed
and Motive make out drunk on the patio last night
and instead decided to oscillate tightly around
the wringing hands of the sun.
The commercial break makes the body feel quaint
with radio-activity, glowing in the way a sick
nose does after the cold...
Digital Chapbook: Eleven funerals for the heads of...
thelazylazarus:
thelazylazarus:
hihihihi. after the fantastic poet Sam Stein, i wrote up a short diggie chapbook of eleven poems. check it out :]
“Eleven funerals for the heads of perspective
Watching Judith behead Holofernes”
pdf version: http://dl.dropbox.com/u/48263816/judith.pdf
Some more weekend leisure reading.
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Eos
Like a good man, I’m tickled
by a God who spackles shut the sky.
The morning is not still enough,
it percolates through itself and drowns
in my lungs with a roar.
I look out the window and try to capture
the sun in a millisecond, look at it
bursting polyps to feed on twigs
in the Styrofoam fall of a glinting city.
Like a good child, I claw at God’s
breast to shake the...
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Palindromatic Love
Won’t lovers revolt now
that everything said
moves backwards
against the future?
The narrowing verge
slurs itself to sleep,
never odd or even
to them who wish to say:
Now, sir, a war is won.
-C.S. Henderson
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VoCL, Draft 4
The continuing saga of this project that I never take the time to work on and make better.
We lay at each others’ feet because hereafter
there is no room for our heads but in the sun.
The dark tomb is not the dynamite blast of God
into the soul nor us.
We remember that death promises a moment
and that the eyes are the stone
leading to the alchemy
of making empty full.
If I could...
