Monday, October 12, 2015
Pantoum: The future of party killers resides in jail
(given a key, you lose it);
— shifting attention but staying in touch
I forget functioning ghost towns caked with tire tracks,
I draw a blank on Havana interiors and decades of Tonkas
[...there is no outside [...] only what’s already here [what we breathe] below, which is
Immature, impulsive...] [as above]
— I forget empirical relationships, the visual force of
a “mottled taxonomy,”
Complaints and sworn declarations,
I forget meeting you.
Sunday, October 11, 2015
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Rhode Island’s motto has hope, implicative of passivity discharged by shore conditions, handsome, calm, also a bit on nerve.
Talking it over maximizes signals.
That’s why poetry is the preferred medium.
Posted by Jack Kimball at 7:54 AM
Friday, October 09, 2015
for Harold Bluegrass
I’m a member of the takeaway school.
Mean something and take it away.
Fawning v welfare. Belated as a pledge.
Say when nothing is wrong
What might be the considered argument
For missing stairs..
Posted by Jack Kimball at 5:02 AM
Thursday, October 08, 2015
Response: Captain, can I bare your hooligan credentials?
Captain scientist, see what we’ve done? See what you can do! throw us in a hole and keep me there, cover me up. Only these exceptions: I wasn’t talking to you. I was speaking to the best interest of the corp. Eh, same time, I’m afraid I can’t keep working with you looking over my shoulder.
I hope I’ve been clear.
Wednesday, October 07, 2015
Talk is politically cheap. I guesS
...what? on the edge o’ song
When you got up your voice was
Vibrating w/ a head cold, falling
Flat into dust in 4 dimensional motes.
Vibrating = Sturm und Drang,
Dust controls anger / how minds are wed.
Posted by Jack Kimball at 5:01 AM
Tuesday, October 06, 2015
Monday, October 05, 2015
Old ideas are out. Cal Tech outsmarts Harvard. Colgate is a better ‘deal’ than either. Tod’s loafer beats Weejuns. Sure.
MoMA in the original shifted genealogy, different periods of shifts changing contexts for us; we were both wearing black Lacoste.
Posted by Jack Kimball at 5:03 AM
Sunday, October 04, 2015
— Wetter. Saltier.
I noticed her too. The earnest one in the PhD scarf, ‘I am very, very anxious and trying to do all I can to eat at the truth.’
I think we’re avoiding intimacy. My other therapist says...
“You know the rules. Get rid of her, Mr Fuzzy is yours.”
Posted by Jack Kimball at 5:29 AM
Friday, October 02, 2015
We pick the bests of show to set the timeframe for a prize bowl,
Really a vase,
Set it, let sunset pitch in its foam, declare
Poetry goes thru many drafts.
Posted by Jack Kimball at 5:07 AM