Feast of Stones [Today's News Poem, July 18, 2010]
The lovers are reaching one hundred degrees.
The blankets are trapping the fricative heat.
And deeper! The two of them breathing, they beat
Together—a furnace by passion's decree.
The bride will wear gemstones—a mineral crown.
The groom will bring water he stores in his veins;
And joined with a shaft, both the lovers remain
Interred for a feast of the stones 'till they drown.
“At least 38 miners have been killed in three separate accidents in China's notoriously dangerous coal mines, according to state-run media.”
– BBC, July 18, 2010
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-pacific-10675363
“Coal makes up 70 percent of China's total primary energy consumption, and China is both the largest consumer and producer of coal in the world.”
http://www.eia.doe.gov/cabs/China/Coal.html
http://www.msha.gov/FATALS/2002/FTL02M36&37.HTM
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Feast of Stones [Today's News Poem, July 18, 2010]
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Dialectic Of Enallages With Wittgenstein [From This Week's Combatwords]
Dialectic Of Enallages With Wittgenstein [From this week's Combatwords]
And the nightmares were worse you said; reaching an apex
In your waking. I said it was terror—ennui, not
An invader of sleep. And you said you were riding
In a trance as you opened your eyes in the morning.
And the sleepiness, real. And this wakefulness, figment
Of a thing you’ve forgotten or haven’t the language
To just state in pure symbols. The language is failing
You: its signals are static—absolving intentions
Far beyond definitions, in spaces between us.
Relevant a little after 5:45
Scottish Cowboy Gangsta Opera-Rap
I think it sounds best if you press play on all three at once... in fact, I think I'd argue it's most complete playing all three at once. It's as if they were secretly synchronized.
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And the nightmares were worse you said; reaching an apex
In your waking. I said it was terror—ennui, not
An invader of sleep. And you said you were riding
In a trance as you opened your eyes in the morning.
And the sleepiness, real. And this wakefulness, figment
Of a thing you’ve forgotten or haven’t the language
To just state in pure symbols. The language is failing
You: its signals are static—absolving intentions
Far beyond definitions, in spaces between us.
Relevant a little after 5:45
Scottish Cowboy Gangsta Opera-Rap
I think it sounds best if you press play on all three at once... in fact, I think I'd argue it's most complete playing all three at once. It's as if they were secretly synchronized.
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July 18 2010,
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A Dictionary's Cheap [#twitterfoundpoem, July 18 2010]
A Dictionary's Cheap [#twitterfoundpoem, July 18 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
English plz!!
I don't understand a word your sayin...
you're not doing the language right.
goddamn!!English...plz!!
I don't fuck wit cheap ass, small headed
sportos, motor heads, geeks, sluts, bloods,
wastoids, dweebies, dickheads...
But I fuck wit so called englishes
so look me in the eye when I'm
talking to you, you so called English motherfucker!!
#yeahyousexybut your voice is something like Alvin & the chipmunks
your inner personality makes you ugly!
the dragon breath is awful.
you got six fuckin fingers! Wht in the fuk!
and umm... U barely speak English, you motherfucker!!
Lemme show you How to English, you motherfucker!!
*cues music*
your daddy is BADD!!!
your English is sad!!!
you got six fuckin fingers
and umm... your BADD smell lingers
so buy a fuckin word
you wannabe nerd.
Stupidity iz steep
and a Dictionary's cheap.
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English plz!!
I don't understand a word your sayin...
you're not doing the language right.
goddamn!!English...plz!!
I don't fuck wit cheap ass, small headed
sportos, motor heads, geeks, sluts, bloods,
wastoids, dweebies, dickheads...
But I fuck wit so called englishes
so look me in the eye when I'm
talking to you, you so called English motherfucker!!
#yeahyousexybut your voice is something like Alvin & the chipmunks
your inner personality makes you ugly!
the dragon breath is awful.
you got six fuckin fingers! Wht in the fuk!
and umm... U barely speak English, you motherfucker!!
Lemme show you How to English, you motherfucker!!
*cues music*
your daddy is BADD!!!
your English is sad!!!
you got six fuckin fingers
and umm... your BADD smell lingers
so buy a fuckin word
you wannabe nerd.
Stupidity iz steep
and a Dictionary's cheap.
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A dictionary is cheap but stupidity is expensive,
July 18 2010,
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