Dust Blows But Dirt Has a Home

An army of poses laid flat, the flush of your cheek--

This tower has a spiral staircase, a little window at the top--

From here, your confession made a clean unraveling--

Listen to me, Aldo (as if comfort could be contained)--

"It's like pulling socks out of the wash, trying to remember last night's dream"--

A different language for a different time of day--

Drawing targets on everything, a kind of twitch--

The dance, the dance, the dance, dance without turning.

Go Canadian?

CNN ALBUQUERQUE, New Mexico (AP) -- An American T-shirt company has a solution for their fellow citizens who want to vacation in Europe without having to answer questions about U.S. politics -- pose as Canadians.

Why not go Swiss, eh?

Finders Feel

collapse, you've been granted
a cluster or two, thanks
built into the pavement

if you could smell the person,
hear the compressor, the escalator,
the negotiating casters

comfort leaves the chair

thanks built into the cheek

Monkey Shakespeare Simulator

A monkey could type Shakespeare's plays, given enough time. Of course he couldn't write them, even using a typewriter. Because then they wouldn't be Shakespeare's plays, but the monkey's.

What Would Jorie Do?

One need wait no longer to find out.

NY Times Poetry Symposium.



aka Fame 20th Reuinion

Breath

Shindell, is, as usual, an inspiration. I too will begin work on something longer now. My cousin's novel is out with an agent and I have nothing to type anyway. (Polar bear gone. Pooped in pool.)

Polar Bear, Fake Pumpkin

For the pool?


[via abc news]

Parabolic

your paper tongue

sleeping bear hour

berber shadow games

fridgeless coeds

(epicene lamsters)

crept and dumped

cloud kitchens!

Big in Germany

Unfortunately her hand covers half my name. I will try to buy the actual issue and represent it here sometime soon.

Frags

The line's not knot-free,
the skiff drags the skipper.

Waves crest, white-capped,
to speak of "immortality's corridors."

An orgy of parsing, lasers, and clouds.

                                                        

 _____/                    .    |                       

|_____| ,     . |-----.   -|--  |       ,-----. ,-----. 

  __|_  |     | |     |    |    |'----, |_____| |     ' 

 |____| |_____|.|     |    |___ |     | |______ |       

Here Comes Spencer and Johannes

Something to get your brains going in the morning.



The game

Post-game commentary (Johannes and Spencer)

Wallace Stevens, graffiti writer?

[more fun at LetterJames]

Tomorrow is Always Fresh

Cult of the virgin.
     (I saw it twice.)

Hedgerow to Speedo--
     I read you clear.

Pool cover plus
     eucalyptus bark.

Fools, lovers, we.
     Spark, you clipped us.

poem on the way...in the meanwhile

Ali J?

Who is this man and why does he say Booyakasha?

(It's Ron $ and we have no idea.)

Beautiful Image

Jim Behrle's been reading my mind while I have been sleeping. Obey. Silliman. Classic header image.

NEW LOOK

Folks, welcome to the hot new look of Gunther's Block. Thanks to squidfingers.com for the pattern.

Also: Fictioneer Lewis Robinson has embarked on a blog of his own. I very much enjoyed his book OFFICER FRIENDLY, and the new cover is wild.

My Ears Scuffled Down the Stairs

Via my eyes. In lieu of a new poem from me, how about one from Spencer? What a pleasing density. I don't know if it's advisable to use kohl and cardamom (as colors) in one poem. I guess it depends on how long the poem is. Anyway, I link it here because I like it. Gun