Silence
Glorious and Terrifying
I want to stand in
front of you in
Silence
Silence
Glorious and Terrifying
I want to stand in
front of you in
Silence
"O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself. "
-Louis Aragon
Thank you for your kind response, MazHur.
you are welcome.
This is a parody of symphony's signature:
a word
becomes a world
a dot
a donut
Aunt Sheky, the "s(h)" (air sounds) you carry throughout this is masterful. I liked it very much.Originally Posted by AuntShecky
Thank you, dear Firefangled.
"Who are a little wise the best fools be."
--John Donne
Let's see now, you've got your
stupid fools, and your damned
fools, and a delicious dessert
called a raspberry fool,
and lest we forget, of course,
there's no fool like an old fool --
But never in the world's history
has there ever been such
a damned stupid old fool like
me.
Last edited by AuntShecky; 11-06-2007 at 11:46 AM.
Dark walls
Empty rooms
Lights off
Misery looms.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
Ah, Loneliness---
Nice!
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
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Darkening Days
The child sleeps too soon
and awakens too soon.
The night sky hides the moon,
else we could embrace the moon.
The fuel we’re not supposed to burn
at both ends of day, we burn, we burn.
Oh that the sun would lengthen the day
that heaven would return us another day:
pray.
Pray.
- - - - -
The dog licked his bowl as clean as he could
a morsel of meat escaping his tongue
frustrated his sense of a job well done...
"Man, of all the animals, is probably the only one to regard himself as a great delicacy".
Jacques Yves Cousteau
Location: Turks and Caicos Islands,2003
I've received an email containing the following request for very small poems:
VERY SMALL POEMS WANTED
Since its first issue in 1972, Clown War and its successor CLWN WR have frequently
published very small poems in both regular and special small poem issues. Among the
writers who have contributed small poems to Clown War/CLWN WR are Cid Corman, Ted
Berrigan, F.A. Nettelbeck, Ray DiPalma, Bruce Andrews, Lyn Hejinian, Eileen Myles, Bob
Holman, Keith Abbott, Dave Morice, Joel Dailey, Nathan Whiting, Brian McInerney, Charles
Bernstein, Alex Caldiero and many others. We have also published very small visual poems
by David Cole, John M. Bennett, Scott Helmes, M. Kasper, Hannah Weiner, Roy Arenella and
others.
After a long hibernation CLWN WR is once again starting a series of special issues devoted
to the very small poem in all of its manifestations. We invite small poems no larger than
50 words (but prefer works much smaller) that will fit comfortably on a 5 ½ by 4 ¼ inch
page. We also invite visual poems no larger than 3 by 4 inches actual size. We are
particularly interested in the experimental, the minimal, and the highly compressed, in
prose poems, and in works that touch the sense of wonder. We have little interest in haiku.
Pieces will be judged both on their own merit, and on their ability to coexist with the other
small poems with which they will be sharing space.
Issues will be fairly ephemeral, usually 32-48 pages, with a press run of around 200
copies. CLWN WR will not be sold, but will be distributed to a select list of poets, artists,
editors and others who I want to receive it. Each contributor will be given several copies of
the issue in which they appear. In order to reach more readers current issues will also be
archived on the CLWN WR web-site which is currently being built.
Please send works (with SASE) to:
Bob Heman, ed.
CLWN WR
P.O. Box 2165
Church St. Station
New York, NY 10008-2165
USA
E-mail submissions will not be considered (except from those who live outside the United
States), but queries, comments, etc. can be sent to me at: editor@clwnwr. org
Please spread the word.
http://www.clwnwr.org/SubmissionGu ide.htm
Last edited by blp; 11-09-2007 at 03:07 PM.
Why are you here?
Missed the bus.
You?
Car broke down.
Think the train will be on time?
Usually is.
Harris.
Jackson.
Going to work?
Dropping off a manuscript. You?
Lawyer. Anders, Richards, and Jackson.
Well, good luck.
Pendragon
© 11/10/07
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
nice one, Pen. i "hear" that as conversation with a beat, wow.
put my piece in a separate thread, don't mind me.
Last edited by jon1jt; 11-12-2007 at 07:32 PM.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
It's true, that's a really great one, Pen.
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