Pornography Disclaimer

This is a an imaginary diary of facts, confessions, or messages. This is a notebook of working but broken ideas, lines, images, notes on books I'm reading, writers I admire, and brief fantasies of language. Here unfiltered  all mannerings pseudo-private, publicized, ur-. Here I am art and unrevealed: poetic, political and pop. These are my moonlit rough beginnings and should not be taken literally, directly, truthfully, reliably, and none of it is legally binding. These lies are all choreographed, but only haphazardly. Beware.



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I don't know am I in love with oranges or his lips or the fragments of ah

some hour too swift where the memory of the first sun is painted

by the fragments of another a color where the sea a little translucent darkens

the new depths and the luck of his eyes new from nowhere aquamarine

shot green with a blindness long longed for, a winter thinned by the difficult

spring of dreams its pure demands its fast jealousies its reckless hopes

across the waves all birds all lyres all beckonings

the bare trysts of light and want like flower and boat I don't know

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"Having fallen in love and resided centuries in the sea I learned writing and reading

So that now I am able . . . to see to a great depth behind me succeeding generations
the way a mountain begins before

The other ends . . . And in front again the same:

Young Armed Helen . . . with her side against the whitwash . . . fills with wine
of the Virgin

The deep dark bottle . . . half of her body already fled to Asia opposite

And her embroidery all . . . transposed into the sky . . . with the forked birds
the buttercups . . . and the suns."

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the. e. a. said...

have you just given me another new infatuation? elytis and his wall painting...

oranges, they are the scent of winter here in the desert.

do you believe that when he wrote, "half of her body already fled to asia opposite"

it makes me tingle inside?

Marci Twitches said...

Miguelito! Mirate! You are amazing. Just barely started reading you here, but I mean to catch up. You are a feast for the eyes, in word and in photo. I hope all is well. I can't believe I never saw you when I was living in LA. Now I'm in Hawaii. Boo. Escribeme!

Alexis said...

Great stuff. Take a look at my poetry; it is filled with the ashes from the sun and mouths of marmalade.

My photo
I've got one foot in the grave and the other's in my mouth.

Poetry Disclaimer

My work has been awarded the Katherine C. Turner Prize from the Academy of American Poets, a Swarthout Award, and has twice been nominated and shortlisted for the Pushcart Prize. My first book, A Book Called Rats, was selected for the Blue Lynx Prize for Poetry (Eastern Washington University Press 2007). I'm curating editor for the online journal of poetry: PISTOLA and my poems and reviews most recently appear in Massachusetts Review, Beloit, Ploughshares and RAIN TAXI. I currently teach writing and literature at Santa Monica College in southern California.