Friday, October 28, 2011

Poem by Mebane Robertson

This Stupid Dig

I've been out here out on the summer working the same map --
The topology of tribes, beads, bribes, and brides.
It was adequate, where I went and first ran into in a class
My truest love, granddaughter of the joint head of staff

Dab in the middle of Nam.  I bought her a ring of blue pearl
With a tinny little diamond set center.  Even though that's all history,
If you ever see this in a conspiracy documentary, please
You meant more than St. Charles Street to me.  But she's fazed,

Another face laid in memory.  Should we fronting all this to go on?
The pairings, and vintages that show rare spices had been imported.
Black labs with their wild pink tongues, the site overseer walked
Between the twine that was my love's pirouette and the laudatory

Trading of fourths the band took to please the challenged visitors.
Ho.  I'm getting this wrong.  The dogs were when we were in an undisclosed
Location.   I guess I'm writing to please a friend away.
Someone unlike me who prefer morse to ouija.

And pearly late October skies.  Things live (and die) by schedule, at least
In the looking back.  I have been given some gifts by friends I love.
And I have been given likewise by enemies far, I thought, in the offing.
And I fold my hand sometimes, and ask that this be good, goofy enough.

thanks to Mebane for this poem. Read more by the same author here. 

Monday, October 17, 2011

Poem by Veronica McStocker


Have you ever been so lost,
That you don’t know where to go?
Not in the sense of
Needing directions on the road lost,
But the kind of lost when you aren’t really sure who you are.
Maybe you know who you are.
Or who you’d like to be.
But you aren’t sure of how to get there?
Everything is so complicated,
Sometimes I sit and think.
Who am I?
What am I even doing?
It keeps me up at night,
This constant worry that I won’t be
Everything that will make everyone proud.
I won’t live up to everyone’s expectations,
I can’t make everyone happy.
Sometimes I even try to see myself from outside.
If I didn’t know me, what would I think of me?
Would I think that I am the perfect daughter?
Would I think that I am the perfect student?
Am I a perfect citizen?
Would I be proud of me?
I don’t know.
Am I even good?
I know I try,
But is that good enough?

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

A Winter Tree by Yea Weon Kim

A mother’s love shining on weak light and a brown tree.


No leaves, no birds or squirrels ... only black

Lost flowers, floating shifting in a dew

Created by brown horse hairs    Oh, Lonely and

What a lonely tree nothing around it, only a white white

Wonderland that greets black, flower, dew, tree.

Touching the two clouds -----------------high upon the sky

Why torture yourself you poor thing that’s why

Your hand has no circulating blood Yes, I know

I know your loneliness, I might be your mother, Please

come down from that cloud that freezes

Your life; it will hurt you; cloud promises no harm,

But they are all lies; I know your loneliness; I am your mother, Please

come down from the cloud before

I drop tears; I can’t lose you

I’ve lost others in whiteness already; clouds’ cold hands

Took them away -------- evaporated;

Don’t tell

Me to live without you. I am your mother, I’ve known

You very well; I was always there right

Next to you touching your shoulder, shoulder to shoulder

Come down my dear, our beloved one, your

Hurt will be gone; your heart will be back; Bump

Bump. Can you hear?          Can you hear this?         I see your

       Fingers                tapping on the air.

I hear you. Yes, yes of course,

I know you. Don’t worry; I can read your eyes

     Your eyes

Are beautiful; it will be more beautiful if you come down. You must

Be afraid! Hush! but don’t cry remember? I’ll be with you

I’ll hold your tiny fingers that I love to hold;

Please now

Close your eyes and come down

Come down my dear Come down just remember

I know you;

Come down I want your sunny smile

Smile                          smile

[watercolor, ink, and tissue on paper illustration by Yea Weon Kim]

Monday, October 10, 2011

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Opposites by Jay Bonti, remixed by Sarah Shulman, Green Hill, and Renee Waller

Two weeks ago, Jay Bonti gave his class a poem entitled "Opposites." He was ready for revisions, but maybe not as many as he's going to get — fourteen of them, if everyone in the class does their own version. The only rule is not to put in any new words. Words can be taken out, and everything else is changeable. 
Here are three remixes of Jay's poem. The original, you ask? It's gotta be somewhere...look for it here soon.


by Jay Bonti / Sarah Shulman

Every day, sometimes, 
almost always, sometimes, 
I think of you.  

We can accomplish anything, 
Being "us" is the reason. 

Day becomes night,
night becomes day.
Here we still stand.

Different pieces of everything, 
clustered within, come out
during times of rejoicing.

Us. We have peace.  
We live in a world of opposites, 
but you and I are not one.

Every day by Jay Bonti / Green Hill

I spend every day with you
Sometimes, almost always
I think of you

We swim in the sun
Ants march between our toes
Watch out gentle giants
I caress your hair so lush
I peer over
Your tops untied
Sweat rolls down your spine
night and day become one
and moon and sun

There’s an opposite to everything
There’s an opposite of everyone
I am my own ransom

As by Jay Bonti / Renee Waller

As I caress your hair, to the touch so lush,
the smell, so sweet
it could be a crush.

As day and night become one,
everything has an opposite.
Are you mine?

As I look into your eyes, 

I see the sun rise
against the starry night,

and we are still together.
We can accomplish anything.
Everything is possible because of us.