Georgia O'Keefe Talks With Karl Marx Over Cappucino
at a Point Equidistant from Sante Fe and Manchester
(New Hampshire) and Untitled.
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GEORGIA O'KEEFE TALKS WITH KARL MARX OVER CAPPUCINO
AT A POINT EQUIDISTANT FROM SANTE FE AND MANCHESTER (NEW
three skies under a tree
Upon a solitary acre
like the body in interpretation
a cactus isn't political
he said, scratching an armpit and the severence pay
is retarded. Your mother
Attention of passerby
twenty-four years ago come April
burst stars and suffering
and the dazed light streaming into its future
whence it comes for you like a dark arm in a dark sleeve of
"Tack into the wind which is windswept."
Your heart in the body I would imagine from the inside,
processes scudded by
blood, ducts and rhythms. But why?
She had a parakeet.
So the personal /is/ the political
And this one is a grandmother
or a series of them they died with some frequency to be
replaced by ones of different, usually gaudier colors
in the lapsed cage with the sheet-bedecked couch beside it.
Wheels, rollers, spindles and shuttles are now propelled at
increased and increasing rates; fingers must be
quicker and defter in their movements to take up the
broken thread, for, if placed with
hesitation or carelessness, they are sacrificed
green's green apogee
While in visionary space
the arm retarded in its sleeve
like sleep comes to an unworthy population
in Cinemascope and Thx.
The great advantage of the machinery employed in brick
-making consists in this
when it is finished it will end
the employer is made entirely independent of skilled
The word is retracted.
They asked what's it about? Hmm.
the blue cloud comes scudding along on its ass
retching merrily along it sweeps up sects and derbies
O you who enter the gates of the golden arches of Carnak
whether there's any such thing know only too well.
Where Macdonalds sits is the head of the table
That's all the difference between them and me
I don't know what I am saying
But as the Lizard said to Alice:
1. I am 38 and discovered the nudist lifestyle last summer.
Never in my life have I felt anything that feels so
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together we enjoy our place in
the sun. I wish I had found this lifestyle sooner.
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3. Do you care enough to know?
2. Wear nothing commoner than Snow -
No Ornament, but Palms -
3. frugal underwear and frugal /in/ underwear
4. have left no addresses
4. Jed had been wrestling with the python now for what
seemed an eternity. A mental python--not one of the seven
deadly sins, exactly, but something (he felt) even deadlier:
that he couldn't name it only added coils to its ferocity.
The python, grinning like the Beave confronting Wally with
the wrong picture of mother, opened its huge, unhingeable
5. Grave diggers hear baby's cries as coffin is lowered into
Yes, without obligation. I would like more information
about your Pre-Need Funeral Plans
Space aliens put man under giant microscope
7. Another solution for "Missing Out in L.A." would be
either to go to a topless bar or hire a strip-o-gram.
I understand these plans are designed to spare my family
needless grief and expense.
8. Yet another moment, o tender waiter.
What I assume you shall assume.
And of these one and all I weave the song of myself.
8. 'At a rolling-mill where the proper hours were from 6
a.m. to 5.30 p.m., a boy worked about four nights every week
till 8.30 p.m. at least . . . and this for six months.
Another, at 9 years old, sometimes made three 12-hour shifts
running, and, when 10, has made two days and two nights
running.' A third, 'now 10 . . . worked from 6 a.m. till 12
p.m. [sic] three nights, and till 9 p.m. the other nights'.
'Another, now 13, . . . worked from 6 p.m. till 12 noon next
day, for a week together, and sometimes for three shifts
together, e.g., from Monday morning till Tuesday night.'
'Another, now 12, has worked in an iron foundry at Steveley
from 6 a.m. till 12 p.m. [sic] for a fortnight on end; could
not do it any more.'
9. I see the butcher and the baker.
I see the candlestick maker.
All these I see and am . . . . I am the candlestick
I am the bread the bleeding hog the candle.
10. Please don't misunderstand. This lifestyle is not for
everyone. I myself cannot eat sushi.
10. Here is an unctuous piece of tripe
Wrapped in banana leaves in the traditional fashion
And here next door is a spaceship with a modular kitchen in
the space capsule
Wrapped in leaves of the tamarind tree with the poet sitting
beneath it O happier star
Naiads shooting down the Colorado on inflatable rubber rafts
bringing bad tasting water to Tucson at great
expense, like kyaks in that Coors commercial,
remember? where the water was pure and the girls
were spume, pure spume, being sure to spell it
Yet there is some integrity in the prickly pear
shadow my ass. Or as Pound said of the Oliophant:
The word is not obscure to those who have /seen/ one
And as Stein said: nice if you're a village. And that's how
it was with the prickly pear, in southern Arizona
in May 1992, the yellow flowers not bursting so
we shall not express the expressible. That's my
Meanwhile pick up that gum wrapper
and deliver those fleurs.
But it was time to get back to some serious work in the
poetry biz, inventory mounting up like hollow men
dancing round cacti in the mind of T.S. Eliot and
his overly attentive readers: LIFO, FIFO, as long
as it's good to its mother. Or as the village
explainer said to Alice:
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Picture of Poe as Drunken Devil Called All Wet
By Mary Pemberton
The Associated Press
Baltimore--Edgar Allan Poe's image as a death-obsessed,
despairing figure has obscured the legacy of a hard-working
journalist who was the Stephen King of his day, says an
expert who wants to rehabilitate the author's image.
"Poe was not the drunken, dope-addicted, crazed maniac
that he has been depicted in the past," said Jerome. "He
was a dashing man--a poet, with an air of refinement."
The practice was so common in Poe's time that coffins
came equipped with bells and flags so the "dead" could alert
the living if they woke up.
18. When in disgrace with shit on the nation's face, fifty-
two dead in Los Angeles but we must respect law and order
assuredly making it a very good thing indeed that University
of Arizona President Manual T. Pacheco encouraged employees
to deplore the violence but forbad faculty from deploring
the Simi Valley jury's verdict. Two weeks later Dan Quayle
blamed the whole thing on Murphy Brown anyway, she having
had a t.v. baby out of wedlock and moreover having liked it.
Fifty years later you won't know this but you can look it up
and it will be history. Or ever so many generations hence.
There you will also learn that Dan Quayle once really was
Vice President of the United States. What did he go on to
become? Closer yet I approach you. Just stick to the facts
ma'am. Bootless cries, "and look upon myself, and curse my
18. It is more likely, however, that Neil was born with a
predisposition toward becoming gay, and his mother's strong
wish for a girl contributed to his preference for doing
"little girl" activities rather than "little boy" activities
during his childhood.
Thus, Neil's ultimately becoming gay was a combination
of nature and nurture.
19. VARNER, Ark.----Arkansas Gov. Bill Clinton left the
Democratic presidential campaign trail yesterday to return
home for the scheduled execution of a brain-damaged cop
killer. The execution was delayed for 50 minutes because
medical personnel weren't able to find a suitable vein in
which to inject the solution, prison spokesman David White
said. Asked if he wished to make a final statement, Rector
said, "Yes. I got baptized and saved." The execution began
at 9:50 p.m. CST, (8:50 p.m. Tucson time) and Rector was
pronounced dead at 10:09 p.m. (9:09 p.m. in Tucson) by
Lincoln County Coroner Jimmy Hawkins. Clinton denied
clemency to Rector on Thursday. Rector was the first black
inmate executed in Arkansas since 1960. The execution could
help Clinton distance himself from his party's soft-on-crime
liberal image, said some political observers in New
Hampshire, site of the nation's first primary, on Feb. 18.
"I think the death penalty is a trump card for being tough
on crime," said Kimberly Cook, president of New Hampshire
Citizens Against the Death Penalty.
20. Thank you for steering that gentleman toward another
solution, and allowing me to dispel some misconceptions
about the nudist lifestyle. Abby, you may use this letter
as you see fit.
23. swine, spiders, snakes, pests, mad-houses, prisons
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22. an angel looking as though he is about to move away
from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are
staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread.
24. Dear Abby: When you announced to "Neil's Aunt" that
Neil's becoming gay was a combination of nature and nurture,
it took my breath away. Where was your usual sensitivity
and intelligence? Parents of gays and lesbians have heard
this nonsense all their lives. So, when they learn that
they have a homosexual child, they agonize over their role,
perceiving it as a family tragedy. My second son is gay.
Never during my pregnancy did I pray for a daughter, nor did
I foster gayness with "little girl activities," or
inappropriate clothing or behavior during his childhood. He
is gay because God made him that way. My husband and I
first felt confusion and guilt when our son came out to us,
but with the help of other parents of homosexuals, we came
to understand that our son's sexual orientation is normal;
it is our culture's fear and hatred that are perverted.
Abbey, please remind your readers about the Federation of
Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays, a group of loving,
supportive parents who can help anyone who is troubled about
a family member's homosexuality. There are P-FLAG chapters
all over the country, and meetings are free. You may use my
name.--Rita Buckley, Newbury, Calif.
Be silent in your luminous cloud and hear
The luminous melody of proper sound.
27. Dear Rita: I have always believed that one's sexuality
is not a matter of choice--that homosexuals, like
heterosexuals, are born that way. I apologize for my lapse
in judgment in buying that "nature-nurture" theory. I knew
better and am profoundly contrite. World B. Free
21. There is no document of civilization which is not at
the same time a document of barbarism.
It is possible, possible, possible. It must
Q. My brother had a vasectomy 10 years ago and was told by
his surgeon the procedure was successful. His live-in
girlfriend is now pregnant. Could he be the father?
A. Hmmmmm. This is a challenging question to which I can
only give a general answer.
22. But a storm is blowing from paradise; it has got
caught in his wings with such violence
that the angel can no longer close them. This storm
irresitsibly propels him into the future to which his back
is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows
30. So it came sliding along like a turbine, but with
frills--underpants, panties, and bells--and the batter
prepared according to her recipe was duly blended, ladled,
and baked. Strike three. It was raining on Capitol Hill,
like a hanging curve, and in it, where the ship of state, a
paper boat on an inland sea menaced by leech gatherers, was
moved by the invisible arm of Adam Smith and his heirs, who
are legion. Not that there was an alternative when the
phone rang. The Soviet Union, of course, had long ago
discredited itself, and murdered millions, and thrown up its
hands and dissolved (while trying to wash them), and
democracy, as my father had said, was the worst system on
earth except for all the others. Despite the predictable
air of cheap irony I mean everything I say. This didn't
mean that there was nothing to worry about, but it meant you
could read a book with a good conscience even if it was
fiction, even escapist fiction, since there was no escape
and you knew and admitted you were caught in the illicit
willowy webbing a few feet about Reagan's non-existent
safety net, at a fairly reasonable income and comfort level
though still underpaid and in debt and besides, were in some
way leading people to challenge their settled beliefs in
your work, or in theirs. Time, as Ashbery said in
"Variations, Calypso, and Fugue on a Theme by Ella Wheeler
Nudist Colony Convert Advises Man Looking For Eyeful to Look
Clinton, Wife to Answer Rumors of His Infidelity on "60
Days of Roe vs. Wade Nearing End, Foes Say
Confessed Serial Killer
Says First Victim Raped, Tortured Her Before She Shot Him
A prostitute who admits killing seven men on Florida
highways over a two-year period testified yesterday that the
first one raped and tortured her before she managed to get
her gun out of her purse. Aileen Wuornos said Richard
Mallory, who had picked her up, tied her to the steering
wheel of his car and sodomized her. She quoted him as
saying "You're going to do anything I want you to do, and if
you don't, I'll kill you." "I thought to myself, I got to
fight or die," Wuornos told the 12-member jury in a soft
voice. She has told investigators that she later shot and
killed six other men who picked her up for sex and then
Please give my love to Marx and the kids.
Crossed out shells in turbid water
now it's cooked:
raw this is just to say
drest in his shroud for twenty years
with briefcase aloft in hand
staring at my reflection in the other book.
promotion's turbid pool
the soldier camped my face
I have said that the soul
and as to you o life
now I wash the gum my words itch
but the little man
gain fast on the pumps
I broke him in two like wood
clinging to the shore
because he was wood
nothing but texture, tissue of lies as Walter Benn Michaels
said to Pat stop clinging to the shore
A plank is beside your head
the leeks gain: fast! I typed the keels o! laughingly!
impassive with your hair drest black and dash You laggards
in his shroud
one and all drest
in his blue shroud
and sing myself
only in revision
Section 34: taxonomy of body parts in the poetry of, guess
who, Walt Whitman
simple tools imbued with pathos as American industry passes
over from the guild organization and craftsmanship
of the artisan republican era into manufacture,
then into the full-blown factory system, all of
which the poetry records.
I can name a hundred tools in a single line what am I?
A hundred lovers. See Wilentz, Erkkila, Thomas. Or Charlie
Viz., the blown hair of the seas, fuzz and moss of arctic
Huge boreal nights your body arched across
binding the polis together or ripping it apart
while the body in dreams is 99.5% air at 4:40 p.m. on May 2,
1992 in Tucson, Arizona (this is a regional art)
not water, or water:
June 26, 1993, 3:14 PM
flux, ripple, and recoil.
Charles said thirdbaseperson.
Thus in his high decorum he is wise.
And hence to R. Mutt
likewise arched we cannot say so.
I paean North Korea.
Little traceries of your death here and there
who say so.
it was still impersonal: water, linoleum, air,
passion part of the motive social force, binding the polis
together by ripping it apart
like the truisms of the age
in a bed with wind
produced as an effect of culture
: a beauty never seen weeping softly
at the end of part one
which is the the end of part one
Yes it will change the way we write
and it will change your culture
but Melanie is it political?
Wipe your T-Bills
I'm talking to you Melanie
The way mud sticks to wind
Because when it came out with rags all over its face,
mustard seeds, carroway, and coaldust,
It hum-drum and extraordinary all at once like you a
still talking to you: please get your billboard out of my
face I want to be visionary
In another way: with built-in retractors and the speaker
system adjusted to produce the sound of 220
cornets and drums
Under a huge mock-up of the Indy 500
as men in spandex shorts run a brisk 220
not like those who lost (pretty please)
(just call me Bruno)
and the devil made a trumpet of his ass
enhanced value in the new, inflated market where
V =V^3 (Vegamatic: but it wasn't one): aka Vim, Vigor, and
Roll them diced (California, here we come inside out).
Hold the seaweed, Walt
We're at the beach.
Thus had I come to the age
and will arise and go now
He's thinking of beans again
Shh! The old man's asleep.
These were symbols of another age,
he said, rejectamenta really (bits)
(I say unto you) Getta job.
I got to my feet and
The trundle bed fell on my toes, or hideaway or Sleepy Joe I
think (it crushed my Sloppy). (That was in New
York--the winch is dead.) There were beans in the
wainscotting (bytes), newspapers from the turn of
the century in the wall
Like an effect of closure
I mean culture
like beans in wind.
But what do you make of it, I want to know?
mic-mac of mocking birds
In the land of big mariners
(Tall Paul and Mrs. Paul.)
T-Bills was once the name of the whole darned thing.
The Whitman brothers, Walt and Slim.
The Everly Brothers, Gypsy Rose Lee and Pip.
The Wright Brothers, Mickey and Sylvia.
How do you call your loverboy?
Potatoes and beans: the breasts. Hey Loverboy.
And if he doesn't answer?
Hey loverboy : Canon Aspirin.
And if he /still/ doesn't answer? Three by Bruce Lee: Huey,
Dewey, and Louie Aparicio. Come /'ere/ lover boy: a
Hispanic, the head in its black girdle.
Zucchini carbonara. Three by Dan Quayle: potatoe,
elementary, that was very good. A shortstop.
These are the collected words of Dan Quayle:
He said: Our country is only as strong as the family and
values they live by. When the sophisticated folks
laugh at those moral values, they are laughing at
America itself. They are laughing at America's
He said: 75 percent of the media leaders questioned
described themselves as political liberals
compared to 27 percent of Americans in general.
Only 7 percent said they attended religious
services regularly. 44 percent claimed no
religion at all. 80 percent said they did not
believe homosexuality is wrong. 66 percent
reported making more than $200,000 a year. 51
percent said they don't believe extramarital sex
is not wrong. "In other words, the majority
approve of adultery," he said.
Three by Robbe-Grillet: a, it, the.
The Vice-President was less obscure: anti-semitism thinly-
veiled, let's not say fascism. I mean that. So
does he. And he wants to vote with your feet.
It is ridiculous to reproach chewing gum for diminishing the
propensity for metaphysics
Yours truly, Max Horkheimer
I am watching you
the individual is immeasurably exalted as an idea while each
individual person is convicted of moral bankruptcy
by the epigones of disillusioned romanticism
Yours truly, Theodor Weisgrund Adorno
US Role in World Hot Spots? Your Views
Who knows but I am as good as looking at you now, for all
you cannot see me?
I'm peering up your dress.
I am watching you from the occluded window of the big tower
invented by Jermey Bentham and described by Michel
My name is Tenney Nathanson so Foucault was wrong someone
does wield power
It is incorrect to say it is me.
Oh no I'm Walt Whitman
I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.
I am not Jeremy Bentham the words you hear are the
i nstrument of your liberation and not your
These words are no instrument
Who touches this touches
whang dang doodle
It is not that chewing gum undermines metaphysics but that
clever elites conspiring to bring about a dubious
Frisson. Forget Foucault? Your views.
We believe that the foremost issue of our time is this: A
world civilization is emerging. It will call forth our
best. This culture, sustained by a transnational myth
structure, must be generated with faith and imagination, not
left to the slogans of advertising. We are being called to
an enormous adventure.
The Council on Ideas Is an Operating Program of
The Gihon Foundation
I believe in the following, one and individible, under water
and all at the same time:
I believe that the body is a pet rock
And I believe that this /is/ the fundamental error of our
But you won't catch me running around acting like Bataille,
Like Bataille. The human head in a poll.
Which is this, and it wants you to tell it what it means:
Language Poetry: a text that empowers the reader and
encourages him or her to come up with their own
Or her own.
Nevertheless we really were saved by the phallus
subject verb object
literally dead on our feet.
You have some important body parts
And the way in which they don't add up to making you a
person is what I like about them.
I like you too. It's just different, is all.
The screen descends. We climb through it
Right into the bathtub. That's the beauty of words.
and it's our secret (yours and mine)
about as far behind the screen on which the poem is written
As the bathing body is behind the picture plane in the
darkened theatre. Your views
Don't amount to a hill of beans thrust into the foreground
By the laws of renaissance perspective and violating them
all at once. See, here they are--
I hold them towards you.
So I am the /Sprecher. And if you think that just means
you're missing a warp.
The dog's at the door
Who be no dog of war.
So that's how the day at the factory turned out.
It's true though: production isn't the problem so much as
And once you realize it you have to do something about it.
You have some responsibility. You might even be
teaching the Japanese a lesson and starving a few
third world people by feeding them their wages, or
go out to dinner at what's pleasantly called a
trattoria. Still each person can do only so much.
Even with a Japanese industrial group behind them:
I hear footsteps, you hear backers. Just say what
you think. But hang onto your Plaque Attackers.
This kind of poetry is not my lifestyle.
I can imagine poetry being part of my lifestyle, just not
I like my lifestyle.
It is one of the things about myself I like the most.
He's being less commodified than thou.
Thinking too much about interior third world people.
Like a problem in sexual ethics, a riddle: if your private
parts are private, why are they parts?
In each sestina, you have six tries to get the words back,
or to give them away. Which might be part of
politics, or a part of a politics, as Wallace
Stevens might say
Yep purpled my nail in blood of innocence
a line you would do better to erase
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