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Poetry and Conceptual Writing Archive

An asemic sign is like conceptual writing.


A former professor of mine once said of poetry that you can’t sell out because there’s no one buying in. My approach to conceptual writing is through a postmodern exploration of identity with collage poetry. And how such constructs manifest inside mobile and web browsers. Writing for me is re-writing something from the past. Something that is living in some other historical moment.

Ars Poetica of Conceptual Writing

This exploration of conceptual writing goes hand in hand with my poetry. The process is usually about identity and sexuality. And the result is usually something disjointed, lyrical, minimal and musical. These collage poems that I use like musical notes tend to reflect my obsessional nature of things. The process becomes the constant ticking, thinking and the tearing of an object/subject apart. The disjointed construction of a conceptual writing piece reveals my own thought process of thinking far into its minutia of individual words. The bigger picture vaporizes into an opaque mist that is carried by the rhythm and helps keep it together.

If you want to read more, I have a 60,000 word Ph.D. thesis about this stuff here.

This is a collection of previously published and some unpublished poems from 2004 onward. This conceptual writing portfolio of sorts does not include the poems from the multimedia collections that consist of TRY ME., and Ten and One Left.


 

Mystic Nil (2015)

Whisper, whisper nil river
whisper ear worm! mirror, gasp!
exhale
as a whisper canter
nil will repeat in a high pitch voice
people question what – that they don’t speak
highest pitch – ever?

Why, when, what happened
is a difficult response to –
back in the day, we overheard patients
talk about loved ones
parents shake their heads
‘is just not natural!’

Entanglement and –
not – pressed so close
so blue, so often – sets it constant, so to speak
like life that just couldn’t handle life –
brings with it candlelight
poses for
an engagement
falls it apart


 

John 10 of Doors (2005)

I am out of: the door
and by out, I stand factory stacked: by me
and if by me: if I call to five different doors by any man
he shall find the wall I locked myself in to

Day-drained: four hours changed: and nine grew until
a man entered a car I locked myself out of
I go in and out, I go, and I find his attention standing
over-involved behind me

He spoke still, still in time terms and yet I – (harsh-lit)
I don’t see what he conceived to me

The man scared across from me: my point
wore faith so tall to illustrate his life frame

slight coughs
sex outdoors: numerous booths

passing his indirect product until
everything he could jail: bore over me
I wasn’t really me this morning

Caught: if any enter in he shall be saved
no soft guarantee involved

I am the door: I locked all that I held myself out of
he shall uplift the handlebar I locked myself in
and by 10:9 I shall bed with man: just him
maybe for a lifetime


 

The Burrowing Owl (2008)

Speotyto Cunicularia

The world is submerged
like a bulldozer written in my head
carving
but flooding on higher ground
horrendous and still

Earth is on the road
imitating land
tall from a crease
on two loose ends
excavation and passing

Voices on the thumb align
evaporating the pass
why follow through?
It will not
be the last goodnight

Our horizons
softly folding ourselves
praising thunderstorms

The pen from its core
burrowing
diamond judgment
stitching up
way up
but:
the sky


 

Childhood (2007)

Irate
for all the children
not
a feather-width nonsense
islands
to their languish
disciples
over trivial disciplines
the elder’s faith
asleep with highlights
red lights
worm wit, incipit
signaling is meddling
rather than
singing
a lived, reversed
lifetime

Be
be stable
my dog, a hearse is relevant
to those who drive
on the right
dialect
is permeating
from any thoughts
limns, holes
today
or in twelve hours
the first morning
is warm
nets with velvet for quite an
ethical thief
be able to fight
back


 

For Kurt Cobain (2008)

Reach for it
reach for the moment
it takes
again however it
plays for the big things
trying, it’s time
to drop this pain
to a smile

It’s that time
it’s necessary
then it’s not, no it’s not
however it depths
for how long?
I do not know

Strip for it, trial for it
manage
then bust a repertoire
I quit, I got over it
through it
though I never knew it
had too far to let go
when I withdrew it

Left mother Bunny
I’ll hand her back
walk all over
what is a memory
published, perished
indispensable
this card is the end
but splendid
is a liver in water


 

Botany (2007)

Botany: context from her canvas

I close
end in row
standing for those who give way
had they both become better victims

Side one
life is second –
stand for another
woven inside any sill set of awareness
defending over any near-right collar

Fibers and tile
positions by convictions
starch-less streets, tight like pure –
how one held across the long fastening wake
over direction along any deviant devastation,
birth or none

Botany: from thread to gateway

Invade on –
secure for, rise to
rejoice from! Beam
and feed in, stand lethal
offer secure sharp pushes

Round right, buttock up
rose by basin, stray until solid
tune a blur to end any quiet lens –
season successful groin from a fine
feeding intestine

Crown a digest upon text –
hide window, lock courage
distant with footing across irrelevance
witness whether binary where ordinary
invites fall valentine


 

Graceful Fauntleroy
Any Distorted Lies, As An Excuse (2004)

Mamma him, his father was ill, his mother, very ill, shut down
Fifty percent
more abortions left his widowed mamma optimistic
in America

Grumpy
hard-hearted life changes and grandfather’s wishes
transforming curves into
hard lines, they were poor if possible
if able to buy a boy’s good
nature, no pride made him rich
a favored bourgeois holocaust

Pale and thin
beginning to sit in her chair covering up by the window
eyes dressed in
black, all the dimples gone, her pretty face
against her will, suddenly
looked large, a mournful deformation
liquidation repeats again

Brought to England, grandson grew up by letting go
estranged from the
original trust, no one, he returned home
and everything was over, knew
nothing never asking why
whatever about it never carried burden on his shoulder


 

Dark at Blues Cubist Circle (2004)

Ah’ve been sleepin’ on floors
fought out like a full black-burn
singer
missin’ my karaoke cue at the Booby Trap
toughen up for the ending 20 miles much farther
on a coolin’ chorus line, ah’ll
live as long

Is good when life is simple
this is the best
time of my life

Ah gave up the thinkin’ device
shut myself
in with this window, shut light
shut shade, even stingin’ in many
tattoos can’t mend this shutdown
gone out on the hunt for trouble, burnin’
lots of bridges
losin’ my wolfish shoes, inkin’ in a housin’


 

Barra (2010)

for The Boy Who Lived Before

You’re me under the telescope
seeing all the change in West Lothian
too, my bed of gas
silent cheeks to shave until you
release the viscus
to an all and meaningful exit
patches, parody of God
break of the Prison, no enemies
no friends

Have you?

It seems you materialize
to evolve me
impair as to what I am capable of
you’re my lips, fancy that child
broken and above the rust
a threat is he
my tan industrial complex
forgive me, the stars
they have enough time to


 

World War Ill: Riot’ve September 17th, 1904 (2004)

Spelled [i]ll

up:
up me
up me up,
up me down
lend me fear
or catch me,
lend me brave;
or land me on
where you go,

one be knock
my me a heart;

where be

l ll will buck up
be back in wake
be buck up ll
be wither me;

a helping hand
a moment
is mine be
mine,
I’ve be mine
a hit hard honor
start’ve like fear
start
me let,
let me start
let me,
start


 

The Green Gleaners Glit Collect By Hit (2004)

“False promise and no thought!” declared a man
who trusts
no one, laughing over others
his accidents make more species than
circumstances

Soft emotions to an all short story known
met a corner cold creature of another man’s making
shaped by the
will of those who known-me-not
bending weaker-wills beneath his own
tyrant throat

Possessed by a fool-fueling full food formula for deception
desires as simple still tracks do most meet minor threat
feeding
his suspicions, analyzing his superstitions
recognized the blindly
read truth

Justifying may well just the awaited answer
housing condiments claim to a top-felt tool
for any evil inability, enslaving answers
to his yearn imaginings

Witting or unwilling working without
strength
housing the victim until those around who answer
regret to be left


 

Key Be Me (2004)

Alone I walk a help own get
because how I own, do my own
I, the will of a way, a (move) on
walk by with feel
of ears going, love would
with would, sing little
worry love

Anything for them, love
me, little me, help with of
does me sing, help up my I
does be little sing my
and tune

Tune be me of would by get
and own on, you’re by the with
I’ll friends

Think and sing a my get
what from sing you help high
key my ears would,
would ears out,
I’ll be my tune to on by not
I to sang song think
if walk

Out a do up
when out is and I help day
help little, get by your I, of friends
sad my little i up, of you
help out

I i with does, worry on to my,
friends the I
a help be tune by get, does
by the with, with friends will
think and are


 

Aurora Coffins (2004)

The slow moon, exhausted by the afternoon
advances the sun, with the
power to decide
who to feat furtive fruits

Cut rare from a
threshold of the room
with the pungent twilight fields, dawn red fissures
horizon to the solitaire sky, once so old gets late

Hereto ergo, the
internal night fire, tired of light
binds your body, bowties your cold feet
to ice
and another full-fertile heart straightened up
like an erection, as an omen