Monthly Archives: June 2016

Our Lady of Boxes

A box for you
And a box for me

A box for the mother
Another for the father

Boxes and boxes of bad memories set aside to gather dust
A box of bad memories set open on the table

and polished until nothing is left
but a beautiful blaze of burning fear

A box for family traditions,
like liquor and incest and therapy bills

A box in which your brother whispers
I always thought you were coming on to me

A box of I’m sorry
A box of don’t apologize

A box for the first time someone called you beautiful
and you believed they meant it

A box for the boy who kissed you by surprise, sweetly
A box for the boy who kissed you by surprise so hard it hurt and made you cry

A box for boy you slapped,
and then you cried, and then he died

A box for the woman you never kissed. The women.
All those beautiful real women,

big bodied and pungent, demanding
that you think, feel, love yourself first

A box for introspection
A box for flinging yourself into the breach

A box for things that go bump in the night,
bad dreams, blurred reflections in the mirror

of people you don’t know, the glittering
of ceilings in sunlight and broken glass

A box for pain that stops,
And another for pains that never go away

A box for kinks and twists and aches that never go away
A box for urges unacted. A box for answers to questions unasked

A box for the prude. A box for perverts who deny it
A box for perverts who lay claim and joy in the name

A box for blue eyes. A box for freckles and roses
A box for sweet scents you want to remember

A box for the tall dark stamens of magenta flowers,
tender and evasive. A box for solstice dancing

A box for an oddly beautiful sunset before a blurry orange moonrise
A box of rainbows beating at the edges of the sky

A tiny box, almost invisible,
for an infinite blaze of glory

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Our Lady of Impossibilities

In memoriam, Elle Janet Plato, 1966-2016.

An erasure poem constructed from Facebook posts and comments of Elle Plato’s final week. In other words: all Elle, nothing but Elle (except for some punctuation), but never again the complete Elle.


(1)
Here we have a guy
so completely dedicated
that he changes the Idea
from the old concept;
says with a straight face,
“be transparent.” I have
breakfast in various places,
and listen. It is
kind of amazing.

(2)
What took them so long? Mustard or
go home, bitches. You might have this
confused. Accept without question:
De gustibus non est disputandum:
In matters of taste there can be
no dispute. In matters of taste,
I am free to be snide about
low brow heathens who
do not appreciate the good-
ness of {my cuisine} preferring
instead {their cuisine}
which is clearly monstrous. I get
to feel good about myself for
liking mustard as long as I
remain oblivious to the
irony of my position.
Or maybe I am
just a very silly person?
Nah, I really am
this oblivious
to irony.

(3)
I do so miss interacting
with you in person. Although I
cannot argue with you, I will.
That being said, I was kidding.
Eat what you like, it is none of
our concern. (#Heathen)
I do not like New York hotdogs….
boo hiss booo…. Chicago dogs or
go home. But I had a couple
halal hotdogs, with that tomato-ish
red hot sauce, by Rockefeller
Center (or is it plaza?) and
they were sooo good.

(4)
Having said all that,
I find it fascinating to
see which get traction, and which get
ignored. Also interesting,
that anything I say gets traction… but
I leave that for another thread.
I just remembered
the term for this…. Poe’s Law. That is
not something I’d have
predicted, I will
have to give it a try.

(5)
I ❤ Good Guy Lucifer,
even if he is not real.
Although I do not believe
in the supernatural
my go to joke is that god
really is the evil one,
but he has a better
publicist. I am not
familiar with that author.

(6)
I’ve been here for two years,
even though it gets
harder every
day to stay
here

(7)
Don’t leave before
it is over,
even if the odds are long. Be
prepared to support your second
choice. Vote your conscience, understand
what it might mean:
a vote for someone.
Making a statement
nobody will hear.
If you really want
to make a statement,
vote for somebody.

(8)
Yeah, internal negative? NOT helping.
My views in this matter. The ironic
thing is that people are turned off
by emotions outside the emotion
they currently feel. To have broad appeal
you have to have tight message discipline
but if you have tight message discipline
everyone feels you are fake.

(9)
They feel he will not compromise.
Intransigent. I see no reason to
expect them to cooperate.
Brilliant, with a way that sets them up. Be
something else. Or admit they were,
not because they believed it was.
I did not know that, and I bet
there are a lot of other things
I do not know.

(10)
New ground, apropos
of my comment elsewhere from
2 minutes ago.
I was unaware
of most of those. If you have
more examples, feel free to
queue them up when it’s
convenient. Don’t go
out of your way, we
have time.

(11)
That said, I stand by
my original
misunderstood
comment…. I have
every intention
of standing, but
actions make it harder
every day
to do so.

(12)
It just occurred to me
Poe’s Law also applies
to comments with respect
to condiment selection.
Turtles all the way down.
I meant any specific
dessert aggregation that
includes chocolate, caramel and
pecans. Hazelnuts are for
heathens. Catsup is a fine
condiment… but it has no place
on any hot dog of mine.

(13)
So while this is good news,
it has nuance in it
that I do not have time
to unpack. Short version:
an all time low, despite
rhetoric about cold,
this is not flattering;
a nice chord about trans-
parency; and a song
we have yet to see sung.

(14)
Outside what I have in my memory.
It surprises me that you did not know,
at least in rough terms, the answer. And it
worries me a little, because you are
above average in terms of being
informed. Look up SALT, and so on, and then look
into validation, compliance. I
do not understand. I also feel it
was excessive but was unsure.

(15)
I can’t in good conscience
recommend actually
subscribing to my worldview.
With a hearty thanks to
TheVoicesInMyHead.

(16)
Friend might be a strong word,
but we’ve chatted a few times,
and this is one smart
and interesting
individual.

(17)
Drowning is very hard to recognize
without some training. Over 10%
of drownings occur within 10′ of
someone who did not know it was happening,
even if they were watching the person.
Watching the video of the drowning
as it happens, I am amazed
how hard it was to spot before
I understood what to look for.
I am not often amazed. Please,
read this, and watch the video.

(18)
The Iron Age is considered to start
around 1200BCE, but
meteoric iron beads have been dated
back to 3200BCE,
and isolated iron working was done
in the middle bronze age. Awesome.
Exactly. I suspect if we tested
we would discover blood that proved this
was used to kill off royal rivals
during the well known Egyptian
“Game of Pyramids” period.

(19)
Slowly we move forward,
although the slide into
the police state has been
moving backwards pretty fast.

(20)
I really want to see an end
to culture wars. Fastest way to
end christianity would be
to get people to read,
really think about the bible.

(21)
Fascinating to sit in a cafe
having breakfast and listen to people.
Humans fill me with a sad poignancy,
best described by the Japanese phrase
“Mono no aware.” Literally,
the pathos of things, but really more an
awareness tinged with sadness at passing
of the ephemeral.

(22)
I suspect I know how
your wetware works better
than you know yourself, but
I still find you charming.
Sadly, you contain within
both amazing nobility
and seeds for your own destruction.
The most likely solution to
the fermi paradox
is a great filter, where
intelligent life destroys
itself. The universe
will not mourn you, but I find
the situation kind of sad.

(23)
Because
fuck yeah,
knowledge!

(24)
This is phenomenal. Sharing.
The essence is this: certain results are
simply impossible. For example,
people only vary in intervals.
Something is a bit more involved. This is
fabulous. Half had one or more
impossible values. 1 in 5 had
more than one. In all cases, error was found,
sometimes in the person. What about those?
Never replied; were hostile; were friendly,
but refused — identical refusals,
though there was no obvious connection.

Our Lady of Shimmy Shimmy Ko-Ko-Bop

She dances with the springy slinky curves
and high energy of electrical

wires, twisting in reflections and sunlight
full of purpose and shadows, pulsing with

untranslatable messages. She twists
like a cat, coos like a mourning dove. She

is her own rock band, her own blues. Her smile
could charge spaceships. She is not so simple

as people think. She tells me she was raped,
but no one believes her. Except for you,

she says, and my mom. After what he did,
she says. Do you think he chose me because …?

she says. Yes, I say. A brief moment of
silence. She tells the story in the guise

of a dark cloud, and she is the thunder.
She storms out. She tells me she is bi, but

no one believes her. It’s a phase, they say,
you’ll grow out of it. Why don’t the women

I like like me? She droops wistfully, graced
and graceful, a slim gerbera daisy

of a girl surrounded with petals, then
bounces, surging upward as if launching

herself, as if seeds, as if percussive,
as if ballistic choreography,

as if she’s a superhero sizzling
into space. You go, girlfriend, you just go.