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Friday, April 20, 2012
Friday, April 13, 2012
skittles [Today's News Poem by @HikiMadwoman /Preservative Woman, April 13, 2012]
skittles [Today's News Poem by
@HikiMadwoman /Preservative Woman, April 13,
2012]
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HikiMadwoman/Preservative Woman http://preservativewoman.posterous.com
barefoot florida
when i was five hot sand
mixed with tar black dirt
and
lacquered stickers waited
just under the surface
to slip dark spines deep
into my pink soles
my mammaw on that side believed
in fake lashes and make-up mastic
and a rainbow jesus
sealed in yellowed plastic
i played sky and scratched vinyl
on brown shag carpet
our shades pulled down
to keep the kneegrass out
mammaw had stories about kneegrass
with figured armor and wings wide
their eyes rolling
with heavy lips slavering and obscene
the kneegrass were bold
came close to the back door
hiding in sharp sun
their weapons flashing signals
between detergent commercials
whiter than white
she told me of their buffalo-haired hides
and muscled thighs
how they would steal cars
and drive
rubber pulling up tar and crushed coral
under paved florida skies
she talked of killing
them and all they had wrought
she even had a chrome gun
a boyfriend had bought
one concrete morning
whitewashed bright
i pressed against the
screen door sulfur smell
at ten o'clock am
sunlight was already acid
mammaw at the sink
told me to look
"see them kneegrass
walking weeds with trash
my how they must smell
gotta be someone i can tell"
i looked for shoulder'd wings beating
armor and buffalo hide
black skin and rolling eyes
a beast of great size
but she pointed at two girls
my age
holding a pink doll by the legs
one blue eye flapping open
they were slow as gray sand
thin bodies out of sweat
i wanted to give them water
to bring them into shade
but i could only stare
at mammaw
red hands and polyester dress
eating the window glass
and thanks to you i know
how to make monsters
we have only to refuse
to see them as they are
from on the other side
of our flyspeckled past
:separate
:other
:unhuman
:other
:unhuman
"Racist past haunts Florida town
where Trayvon died" Orlando Sentinel:
http://www.orlandosentinel.com/news/nationworld/sns-rt-us-usa-florida-sanfordbre837069-20120408,0,557366.story
Barely Edited HikiMadwoman Bio As Per
Twitter: Reclusive Madwoman. Careful. She bites.
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Friday, April 06, 2012
Spotlight>> [Today's News Poem by @weatherlover420 /Jeff K, April 6, 2012]
Spotlight>> [Today's News Poem by
@weatherlover420 /Jeff K, April 6, 2012]
"siberian plane in crash not
de-iced" is the spotlighted article
the newspaper is australian
"do the australians know more about siberia than me?"
"do the australians know more about siberia than me?"
"russian plane crash kills 31"
from the times
"that's too bad and stuff, but
whatever, no need to spend feelings about it. it has a wikipedia
article."
"utair flight-120"
there are pictures and videos of frozen
airplane wings sticking up at 45 degrees. "australians were
hearing about this exactly 2 hours ago. what was i doing 2 hours
ago?" the pictures are mostly light blue and white
there are 875 other sources. there is a
man with ice in his mustache and on his hat. There are russian
letters. "siberia still has thatch-roof villages and people like
'serfs.'"
"raw video: 5 shot at calif.
religious school" the associated press
"[asian name]'s victory leads to
rethink about sanctions" the wall street journal
"kfc's game of big chicken"
businessweek
"are all all kfc reps intensely
charismatic and 'in your face' businessmen? are they required to put
off an aura of powerful decision-making and manhood?"
google search kafka machine wiki, leave
the spotlight
http://news.smh.com.au/breaking-news-world/siberian-plane-in-crash-not-deiced-20120403-1w9oo.html
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Friday, March 30, 2012
Toylit for March 30, 2012: 2 Poems & Some #Combatwords
Toylit for March 30, 2012: 2 Poems & Some #Combatwords
Combatwords will be here from now on.
To play, just post your composition in the comments section:
http://toylit.blogspot.com/2012/03/combatwords-march-30-2012-trayvon.html
Snake & Mercury Oil by•••/@ten_ten_ten/TJEdge:
http://toylit.blogspot.com/2012/03/quacks-lament-todays-news-poem-by.html
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Combatwords, March 30, 2012: Trayvon Martin vs George Zimmerman
Combatwords, March 30, 2012: Trayvon
Martin vs George Zimmerman
Do you see Trayvon Martin & George
Zimmerman waving you over here? They're directing you to the new
CombatWords arena. Do you even need a primer? Some pics should do it.
I guarantee it.
Combat Expiration: 12am PST, 4/2/2012
Bonuses/Penalties: Time: +1 if posted
before 2am PST, 3/31/2012. -1 if posted before 6am 4/2/2012
Updated Rules:
Scoring: +1/-1 under the WITS structure:
Wit: wordplay, cleverness, clumsiness,
choppiness etc
Ideas: good/bad, whatever. Got to be a
cut above the ordinary poem.
Taste: Liked it/hated it
Structure: Is the sonnet a sonnet or
the essay an essay? Does the structure help the composition? A bonus
would go to an outstanding structure, not just a competent one.
The highest score any one critic can give could be a +4 &
the lowest could be -4. Scores are cumulative.
Finally, you need to defend each
portion of your WITS score. Either the composition has or doesn't
have wit. It either does or doesn't have good ideas. Etc. These are
not objective traits, but they can be calculated somewhat by the
readers/critics.
Critique: Any critic can question any
part of another critic's WITS score. Majority rules in deadlocked
cases.
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The Quack's Lament [Today's News Poem by •••/@ten_ten_ten/TJ Edge, March 30, 2012]
The
Quack's Lament [Today's News Poem by •••/@ten_ten_ten/TJ
Edge, March 30, 2012]
By
••• (TJEdge)(@ten_ten_ten): http://tententen.posterous.com/
in the year of mercury rising
i ate white calomel
and applied salves to syphilis biding
in bodily alleys hid well
as we'd lie to patients sizing
up nostrums to sell
in the year of mercury rising
i ate white calomel
and applied salves to syphilis biding
in bodily alleys hid well
as we'd lie to patients sizing
up nostrums to sell
by
the coarse cloth of night
we lit pine fat torches
danced hi-diddley-red blue and light
on coal dust-folded porches
stacked in burlap bags of blight
children smearing scorches
we lit pine fat torches
danced hi-diddley-red blue and light
on coal dust-folded porches
stacked in burlap bags of blight
children smearing scorches
the
taxman etched lines on my tongue
as into glass i bottled
white mercury powdered with a black lung
from a cracked skin infant who waddled
where mud and meat and flies were hung
and whores were manured and mottled
as into glass i bottled
white mercury powdered with a black lung
from a cracked skin infant who waddled
where mud and meat and flies were hung
and whores were manured and mottled
and
in that year of mercury retrograde
we carved in dung and dust
diagrams in the skin of the sun to aid
us in assuming a more fatherly trust
and of many young girls women were made
to satisfy our daughter’d lust
we carved in dung and dust
diagrams in the skin of the sun to aid
us in assuming a more fatherly trust
and of many young girls women were made
to satisfy our daughter’d lust
’til
faces caked with tar and feather
we rode across the briar
horses whipped in blood and lather together
barely escaping the ire
of townspeople writ in cork and leather
with wings of broken fire
we rode across the briar
horses whipped in blood and lather together
barely escaping the ire
of townspeople writ in cork and leather
with wings of broken fire
we
let blood into smoke and chill
and round an empty mine
they strung us up and did their will
packed our bodies in brandy and brine
without even a hole to fill
fated thus, born under a mercuric sign
and round an empty mine
they strung us up and did their will
packed our bodies in brandy and brine
without even a hole to fill
fated thus, born under a mercuric sign
holding
hands with mercury and sun we go
where
hell wobbles to and breathes us fro
“Mercury may be hiding water ice, NASA spacecraft finds”
—MSNBC,
Space.com, 3/27/2012 3:28:39 PM ET
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/46871204/ns/technology_and_science-space/#.T3Yvsl1lJF8
“Retired Pharmacist Arrested in Albany Mercury Poisoning Case”
“Retired Pharmacist Arrested in Albany Mercury Poisoning Case”
—Paul
Grondahl, Times Union.com, Updated 01:57 p.m., Friday, March
30, 2012
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Friday, March 23, 2012
…and here be tygers [Today's News Poem by HikiMadwoman, March 23, 2012]
…and here be tygers [Today's News
Poem by HikiMadwoman, March 23, 2012]
in the mountained mouth of northeast
asia, an empty gray tooth marks north korea
one red pin marks a model city, painted clean without pity, the lovely pyongyang
stuffed with concrete girls and empty tilt-a-whirls smelling of blood and dark urea
fringed 'round with wooden spooned schools, where watered women in hanboks sang
one red pin marks a model city, painted clean without pity, the lovely pyongyang
stuffed with concrete girls and empty tilt-a-whirls smelling of blood and dark urea
fringed 'round with wooden spooned schools, where watered women in hanboks sang
i have watched the young man mountains
surrounding pyongyang's potent potted smile
holding silted rivers sleeping flanks with their banks free of boats neatly curled
in roofless shopping cart valleys stamping out the arduous march for another mile
pocked 'round with unknown holes, dead wells perforating their white paper world
holding silted rivers sleeping flanks with their banks free of boats neatly curled
in roofless shopping cart valleys stamping out the arduous march for another mile
pocked 'round with unknown holes, dead wells perforating their white paper world
in another map i found a name for the wooden saint plastic paint model railroad town
and named collective farms, plaster dams and coalmine arms, all drawed out in blue
prison camp lines sketched famine fine and where they lay the tin missiles down
i drank of jet fuel and submarines, and climbed the steppes of golden mount baekdu
there these sleepy-limbed sons of korgyo kings spoke in fury and threatened hell
from a republic of none and nuclear sun, red revolution in a boot on our neck
yet in rare photos i saw, a child
playing in straw, an infant grasping a pale shell
two girls giggling pink at a sink, and a grand old man with a donkey in check
two girls giggling pink at a sink, and a grand old man with a donkey in check
i knew them in one bright flash, and furious, i ask, how could it be the case
we could have forgotten there are people living and laughing in this place?
http://online.wsj.com/article/BT-CO-20120323-700094.html
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