a non-pre-/pro-scriptive uncomprehensive list of some qualities I like in poems

a lot of nouns

syntactic complexity or strangeness

a combination of the borrowed and the personal

some sense that I am getting to know the poet through the poem, even as persona, or through even the coldest strategies (also a “personal” statement)

signs of struggle

simultaneously reaching historically backward and inventively forward

humor that isn’t merely smartass

mystery or puzzlement that isn’t just precious “vagueness”

a combination of innocence (the writer not knowing something) and experience (the writer knowing something

I have no problem with strategies and procedures but I want the poems to overcome those strategies and procedures rather than existing for the sake of them

no dogma.  fuck dogma

rhythmic, syntactical, lexical attention to forward motion, speed, slowness, stillness, loops, and backtracking

who am I to say what is gratuitous and what is not? but I don’t like it when I have a feeling that something is gratuitous: a political sentiment, say, or a pop culture reference, or a kind of empty “poetic” floatiness

a poem like a suckling duckling.

a cat suckling a duckling.

Degradation is always in the texture of everything

…especially pop culture… not //real// pop culture as in grassroots culture, the evil pop culture created by magnates so that kids can have their consumer rebellions in place of real ones.  I don’t mean that they are rebellious consumers, but that they buy rebellion and naughtiness/evil as some sort of lame imprimatur of independence while they work their shit jobs or watch shit TV and eat shit food in their shit bedrooms.  The ugliness of the t-shirt slogans I typed up in my previous two posts is just yet more proof of how vapid and awful popular culture is now.

Subway ads: does it get worse? Horrible pig/bear monsters, fake shiny trash women in bandage dresses, vicious mansports, miserable dystopias… now and then the relief of an SVA ad or a museum exhibition ad…

Degradation is always in the texture of everything

Then in order to feel more “free” I watch a TV show about a prison.

No…I binge watch tv shows about prison.  I can’t get enough of prison prison prison prison prison.

Life has taught me that we are in a snakepit.  The beloveds put on wigs, for example, so they look like humans, but in fact they are snakes.  Some snakes leave their pregnant wives for little blondes…but WHO CARES? Because degradation is always in the texture of everything!

Accepting this, I am beginning to think, will just make my body and mind work better.

As I type this, kids in Japan with blue hair are pretend shooting pretend enemies in arcades, there is a whirl of metallic sounds, they are stamping and clamping.  Degradation…the orange hair of the hosts, their strange pointy footwear like the strange pointy footwear of the snakes.

In order to feel more boring I binge watch a TV show about a beautiful drug dealer. Dante licks his own back.  I binge watch TV because I want it to swallow me up, to get away from the pictures of Richard Nixon and the hellbeast pigbear in the subway.

Some days the world is my oyster, I wallow around in the oyster, its slimy flesh, for example on the bus from the reversible destiny loft to Kichijoji, thinking this is a kind of freedom and I have had a lot of tea, the world is my oyster, my matcha, my gomoku kamameshi, my kaiten zushi, I can just let it spin before me and take the most tantalizing tidbits, ah.  But I am reveling so hard in being there that I am almost not really being there, I am focusing more on the reveling. This forces a kind of amplification of  and effect-imposition on experience, as if I were using some kind of WAWA pedal:  the druggy, passionately appreciated moment…it extends out in time…becomes burned into memory as a sense-impression.

I remember when I used to feel accountable to this blog.

I thought that if I didn’t blog my world would wither. Of course this proved not to be true, but there is something in me that wants it anyway. I don’t care if you read it. It is just a place to put things. In a way, I’d rather you didn’t read it. No, I don’t care.

And now it is 9:46 and being in front of a bright screen is a bad thing.

Cool! right on! wow! rad!

Ramones
Te Amo
Rookie
Star Trek
Dweeb
Fake
Cool!  right on!  wow!  rad!
broke
Love
don’t go with the flow
God save the queen
DORK
CHIC
Bite me
Fake 4
Tear it up
Tom Boy
Check me out
Amore
Jaes
D.A.R.E. to resist drugs and violence
Weirdo
New York
Back to the Future
The dark side made me do it
Come to the dark side
Love
Sometimes I love you
Rebel
Meow
Drugs (in slash circle)
Geek 83
Legend
Cray Ray
Thanks for listening
Kiss
Geek
War is over!
FRIDAY
NERD

GEEK

You only live once make today susprisingly fun
This one is a keeper
Takeit ea$y
Fresh
Ramones
Michael Jackson
NO WAY
BOSS
Stop
Wake up
Peace Love & Rock n Roll
Shark attack
Over rated
Love
Marvel
WHAT
I HATE MORNINGS!
DUH!
Let’s roll
LOVER
THE FERS ES
OIU SODME
HRS FE
LOD HUNTING MIHTICK
MAIN EGO ITX CHO
LISEG TSE THE
GNUODSL EGO
EGG SDIBES
HWACHUN EGO
EGO YOUNG SUK CHUK
OF IMAPCH
YOUR RHOUGYOUNG
YOUNG EGO NO FEASR
GDIVES EGO ITK CH
Chill out
Chic
My boyfriedn the pool boy
New york City girls
How about NO!
Just chill
Genius is born not paid
Aimez vous na
MONEY
Never mind
Meow
City of Angels
WORD UP
Strike while the iron is hot
I only date super heroes
H HATER
FAITH
Talk is Cheap
Holy Chic
Steal my heart
Wild free
Let all that you do be done in love
Metal
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind
Youth gone wild
No love lost
Heart Breaker
It girl
I Fancy
I try to avoid looking forward or backward and try to keep looking upward
Metal cat
Let the good times roll
Perfection is overrated
Mind your BIZ!

 (list of t-shirt slogans from the Forever 21 web site)

This Is My Slutty Doctor Costume

The end
Lone wolf
I got 99 problems
but my cat ain’t one
Epic and shit
Witch don’t kill my vibe
No new friends
Califuckin fornia
Yeah
Eat your heart out
hunting season
OBEY
Too many crooks in the kitchen
Folk you
Witching hour
Boy london
Go fuck your selfie
Missing unicorn
Keep it surreal
Parental Advisory
Explicit content
Cash rules everything around me
Bitch
New York
Doper than your dealer
Meow
Le noir est le nouveau noir
Naughty nurse
School sux
This is my drunk costume
Bitch, please
Love money pizza
boy toys  & hip hop
magical mother fucker
Ain’t no wifey
Stay spooky
Wild flower
Trick or treat bitches
Bitches be trippin
Oh shit
666
Il faut bonner au diable son du
Boys ain’t shit but hoes & tricks
Bitch Bitch Bitch
This is my slutty doctor costume
This is my slutty cop costume
Rock the casbah
Pizza pimp
Powered by evil since birth
OMG
Totally high at school
Los fucking jealous
Fuck Yeah
So young
So lovely
So vicious
Ice cube
Bigfat
Meowie wowie
Never get real
How do you like meow?
Know hope
je t’aime

scum bag
(a list of t-shirt slogans typed from the Urban Outfitters web site)