#PoetryTuesday— AAWW (@aaww) October 31, 2017
the master/carpenter implied/went beyond/road/port
nut/bolt/wharf/a nail
In a railroad port/a pipe
that opened and closed...
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ETERNAL LEADERS SIXTO ENRIQUEZ RIVERA AND VIRGINIA MILLANO EVANGELISTA FABRO~RIVERA (Experimenting with Paint 3D)
星期四
星期二
"Cindy Warmbier holds a photo of Otto as a child."
www.facebook.com/freeotto
www.jta.org/2017/06/16/news-opinion/united-states/otto-warmbier-american-student-released-from-north-korea-was-active-in-hillel
www.jta.org/2017/06/16/news-opinion/united-states/otto-warmbier-american-student-released-from-north-korea-was-active-in-hillel
Dang, the plot thickens: North Korea told Warmbier's parents he's been in a coma for a year (first detained in Jan 2016) via @washingtonpost pic.twitter.com/pG9oqQH11W— Elise Hu (일리스 후) (@elisewho) June 13, 2017
Botulism and a sleeping pill from which he never awoke? https://t.co/MKgFhhaRQv— Ms. Kim (@KtownLALA) June 13, 2017
😳WTF? Otto Warmbier's in a coma? 🙄🤔Hmmm... Botulism? 🍝😏BULLSHIT! Given 💊a pill? 😴Coma? North Korea?☠️Poison? 😱😒Likely poison! 😤😡— Zach Beasley (@ZacharyPBeasley) June 13, 2017
There are things of which I may not speak;There are dreams that cannot die;There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,And bring a pallor into the cheek,And a mist before the eye.And the words of that fatal songCome over me like a chill:"A boy's will is the wind's will,And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
星期四
Austerity Alchemy
What does it mean to be possessed
By-and-by Southern Sheets?
A world noose, but denies
The Houses haunted.
Hosts are notorious
For transparent tunics:
They knot only hide
Inn graves and caves
Butt beneath reed
Lions.
Boxers.
Steeds.
Their traces war every wear.
星期三
"WHAT IF IT WAS MIRIAM ALL ALONG?"
by Sandy Supowit
What if Pharaoh meant to kill the Hebrew
girls, knowing their wombs could bring
forth enemies? What if it was Miriam
who rode the reeds and heard the voice
of the Shechinah from the heart
of the burning tree? It couldn't
have surprised her that the bush
was not consumed; she understood
the symbolism: All green things
sprung from the ever-pregnant earth
burn with life. She absorbed the flame
of prophecy, felt the febrile heat
of passion. She also knew
as every woman does, the potency
of blood and its frightening power
over men. Suggesting blood
on the lintels as a sign — that
had to be a woman's brainchild.
Miriam sanctified the awful night
her people didn't die by weeping
with Egypt's mothers who had to lose
so much for the sake of someone
else's freedom. It was Miriam's
compassion, still sharp with pain,
that split the waters. Her seaside
music was not a shir but a shira,
a female song, as natural as the song
the wind sings, as honest as the music of sky.
If Moses was the patriarch
doling out so much of the Law
in negatives — Lo teenaf, Lo teegnohv —
punctuating so many laws
with threats — Kol ha-ohseh milacha
b'yohm ha-Shabat, moht yumaht —
if Aaron, handsome in his priestly robes,
led the slaughter and the sacrifice,
maybe Miriam embraced the Shechinah
like a mother, worshipped G-d with love
and joy. In the rush to leave the Nile,
when so much was abandoned,
when even bread was in a hurry,
Miriam still took the time to tell the women
Bring your timbrels and your tambourines.
What if Pharaoh meant to kill the Hebrew
girls, knowing their wombs could bring
forth enemies? What if it was Miriam
who rode the reeds and heard the voice
of the Shechinah from the heart
of the burning tree? It couldn't
have surprised her that the bush
was not consumed; she understood
the symbolism: All green things
sprung from the ever-pregnant earth
burn with life. She absorbed the flame
of prophecy, felt the febrile heat
of passion. She also knew
as every woman does, the potency
of blood and its frightening power
over men. Suggesting blood
on the lintels as a sign — that
had to be a woman's brainchild.
Miriam sanctified the awful night
her people didn't die by weeping
with Egypt's mothers who had to lose
so much for the sake of someone
else's freedom. It was Miriam's
compassion, still sharp with pain,
that split the waters. Her seaside
music was not a shir but a shira,
a female song, as natural as the song
the wind sings, as honest as the music of sky.
If Moses was the patriarch
doling out so much of the Law
in negatives — Lo teenaf, Lo teegnohv —
punctuating so many laws
with threats — Kol ha-ohseh milacha
b'yohm ha-Shabat, moht yumaht —
if Aaron, handsome in his priestly robes,
led the slaughter and the sacrifice,
maybe Miriam embraced the Shechinah
like a mother, worshipped G-d with love
and joy. In the rush to leave the Nile,
when so much was abandoned,
when even bread was in a hurry,
Miriam still took the time to tell the women
Bring your timbrels and your tambourines.
THRESHING ANGELS
"David saw the angel of the L-rd: Who smote among the people by the threshing floor of Solomon" ~ 2 Shmu'el 24:16-17
The Bleating Willows
Some chase storms, still others are birdwatchers.
Stargazers outnumber chemtrail clouds, but mi:
I wish to identify angelic assassins, Hu smote
Hmong rice reapers by-and-by the threshing floors
Of Solomon, the wisest of all the children of the East.
星期四
Thirst
And the farmers marched toward camps, extending
Calloused hands, famished. The townies avoided
Eye contact: raising a standard of Figs at half-mass.
They died in puddles of mud, unmoved
By the sins of mothers and fathers _
A bloody bayonet to mark their son's
Wounded heart.
Calloused hands, famished. The townies avoided
Eye contact: raising a standard of Figs at half-mass.
They died in puddles of mud, unmoved
By the sins of mothers and fathers _
A bloody bayonet to mark their son's
Wounded heart.
星期日
Hanukkah With Emmanuel
The Foreigners
We stayed in the slums in Washington D.C.,
A Filipino, a Dane, and two Italians.
Three nights we guzzled bardolino
And talked of films, women, armaments,
Giant angels for the first-born.
The fat freckled landlord and his black mistress
Questioned us on love. The tipsy Dane
Chanted notes from walls of johns.
The last night, the streets sipped us;
The White House studied passively the labels
Of our skins. Squatting on its teeth,
The Italians dreamt of brazen serpents,
Reunions, and morning planes. We watched the night
Dividing, found ourselves drowning
In its waters. Going back to bags
Concealed by beds of sleepless smells,
We passed a closed and dark apartment;
Guitars inside sang Hanukkah:
We stiffened like diplomats
Called by nature at dinners of state.
We stayed in the slums in Washington D.C.,
A Filipino, a Dane, and two Italians.
Three nights we guzzled bardolino
And talked of films, women, armaments,
Giant angels for the first-born.
The fat freckled landlord and his black mistress
Questioned us on love. The tipsy Dane
Chanted notes from walls of johns.
The last night, the streets sipped us;
The White House studied passively the labels
Of our skins. Squatting on its teeth,
The Italians dreamt of brazen serpents,
Reunions, and morning planes. We watched the night
Dividing, found ourselves drowning
In its waters. Going back to bags
Concealed by beds of sleepless smells,
We passed a closed and dark apartment;
Guitars inside sang Hanukkah:
We stiffened like diplomats
Called by nature at dinners of state.
星期一
Bar Mitzvah
Poem by Emmanuel Lacaba:
There are silences pinned on shirt pockets
associated with rain.
Folded checkered blouses in musty closets
are crossword puzzles spelling Shema Israel,
there are sounds called
silences called puzzles called tennis rackets:
Adonai Elohaynu, I remember the sounds
of characters I don't
understand, bouncing O a forbidden word.
The followers in black have left for bed.
Tiles sear, fires invade
courts of collars, knives, balls in patens.
There re sounds called silences called wives.
Rain is rabbi and repeats the name
meaning one, explaining all or nothing.
星期四
Diversity Manifesto
We were kidnapped to shovel
The Abominable
Coincidentally, the Fatherrland haas split
Babel into Fascist ashes
Circumnavigating
Our Moat of Ire und Copperhead
Wildfire Suite
In the Treehouse of Wisdom, I was exhumed
The Year of the Dragon Fruit: I rearguard hiss
Law of the Jungle and never wish for you to be
The Year of the Dragon Fruit: I rearguard hiss
Law of the Jungle and never wish for you to be
Exiled. If Humanity errs:
Bombard den without Knowledge.
Recent:
Calling All Daughters of Jerusalem
Medinat Weimar, Sambatyon, Khazaria
Your exile is your whiteness
If you lose your Directions
The horsemen will have their way
With you in the Wilderness
Where the Clouds Withdrew and Left U.S.
星期三
YEAR OF THE SILKWORM
I was born yesterday in a volcanic haven toward the East
Guarded by colossal Siberian Dragons of str@nger speech
Whose Schizo Spring nourishes an Islander
Labyrinth satiated with fishermen craniums
Hairy lepers covet
Hiss ~
Venomous fruit salad
Guarded by colossal Siberian Dragons of str@nger speech
Whose Schizo Spring nourishes an Islander
Labyrinth satiated with fishermen craniums
Hairy lepers covet
Hiss ~
Venomous fruit salad
星期日
Deval's Threesome
To Ché
Before Einstein’s Atom Bomba set
Nippon was an ambitious Archipelago
Shooting arrows of sunlit snow angels
Commissioned to bee or not to bee
En Garde!
After Hiroshima und Nagasaki rose
Like Sodom and Gomorrah, Japan
Saw stars: as numerous as metallic dust
Collecting debt beneath our swollen Panda
Sandals.
Before Einstein’s Atom Bomba set
Nippon was an ambitious Archipelago
Shooting arrows of sunlit snow angels
Commissioned to bee or not to bee
En Garde!
After Hiroshima und Nagasaki rose
Like Sodom and Gomorrah, Japan
Saw stars: as numerous as metallic dust
Collecting debt beneath our swollen Panda
Sandals.
Courtesy of Danny Katz
星期四
Deserter Storm
”It does not matter how slow you go so long as you do not stop.” ~ Confucius (Babylonian Talmud: Sotah 13)
Gently, Saraf rings
Debts.
Paralytic
Barbiturates.
Hooded
Iron Men and Copperheads
Clock
Colossal sheds.
Behold:
Mummy Dearest
Erupts in silk
Assassin
Nascence.
星期六
Hai Malachim
To the oppressed we are the friendly face/Who appear like avengers on that day, angels of resurrection:/The omnipresent, solemn, watchful eye of the eclipse. ~ "To the fascists we are the faceless enemy/ Who come like thieves in the night, angels of death:/ The ever moving, shining, secret eye of the storm." ~ From Open Letter to Filipino Artists by Emmanuel Lacaba aka The Brown Rimbaud, Salvaged Poems and Salvaged Prose; author of posthumous volume entitled, Bar Mitzvah
Se'ir Ascending
We'll be gone in September.
You'll be Gan in September.
They'll be Gehenna in September.
They'll be Gehenna in September.
WarGames until Splendor
In the Broke Glass
Ceiling.
Ceiling.
The Basturds of Babylon
That stood with one left hand
In Amalek's groin and one right hand
In The Valley of Ham@n Gog's grave
Will have their closeted Ashura Polls
Divided.
Their secret lovers
Aborted.
Their uncut genitalia
Mutilated.
Their ambidextrous Amrika home-
Their ambidextrous Amrika home-
Sliced to smithereens.
When The Mulberry Trees sway in The East Wind
I will measure the contours of my forefather's scalps
I will measure the contours of my forefather's scalps
Together, as we phantom climb the Mountain of our Seer:
星期三
"Northwest to Southeast" Horah Story
"A cave discovered during excavation work by Israel Railways in Jerusalem contains the largest and most impressive underground water sources ever discovered in Israel, scholars say. The surveyors said that during their initial exploration, they found water flowing through the cave from northwest to southeast. Nevertheless, [Prof. Amos Frumkin] says the cave must be protected as a valuable natural phenomenon, and that this can be accomplished without impeding construction of the railway station."
星期二
Americanaan
The lines will be redrawn in November —
We'll be gone in November.
You'll be gone in November.
They'll be gone in November.
They'll be gone in November.
WarGames until Splendor
In the Broken Glass
Ceiling.
Ceiling.
The Bastards of Babylon
That stood with one left hand
In Amalek's groin and one right hand
In The Valley of Ham@n Gog's grave
Will have their closeted Ashura Polls
Divided.
Their secret lovers
Aborted.
Their abusive genitalia
Mutilated.
Their ambidextrous home-
Their ambidextrous home-
Sliced to smithereens.
When The Mulberry Trees sway in The East Wind
I will measure the contours of my father's footsteps
I will measure the contours of my father's footsteps
As we phantom climb the Mountain of our Seer:
Se'ir, later.
星期五
Mi'Hasherim
For Johanna Almiron on her engagement and my informal flames: Muzzle Tough!
I Hadashe crush
On y'all, Thoreauly
My striving curls of Reuel-Tea,
Our shared Bea Arthur Longing,
Your Keshet Skeletor Closet,
Pregnant with clumsy chimney
Sleuths, swinging
Black and Forth...
Colores of my Eval
Hari-Carrie yearling-limo.
Smoke wrings
North-Westurn
Windy Tent Cuidados
Into Fields of Vocussion
Goal Mine
Posts;
Often P.R. ruining
Nooses, while Mourning
Doves work Daniel's Den;
Freeing Robinyamin
Gideon's freezing
Bill's in Knots —
Landing
Brokeback Hardy Har-Har
Bong
Shits.
星期二
Seoul Needs A Bath, She-R@e
Drafted
Baldheads of Drunktards
Don't want U.S. Ⓐssholes;
Screw U.$.O.$. loose!
Samba-Chinotown wood
Like 2 darn
Gad-Daniyel and ingather
Dicks'
Buttons menufactured in She'Chinatown;
Comfort Rooms assembled and Rebound
In United State of Kore'añotown;
L@g Ba'Omer-Seas, Lost and found,
Kneading
