Category Archives: Erasure Poems

Nevertheless, she persisted.

“The Gestures of the Body must be Suited to the discourse you are upon.” G. Washington

I rise, I ask, I hope there are enough here
who understand careening over a cliff,
out-of-control; the world turned upside down for
refugees, mothers and children, friends, neighbors,
real people. We all breathed a sigh of relief,

slow-walking, halted, and questioning his act,
these dangerous times. I wish we could give
the real world dreamers, justice, help, that right to
race, coming here, have a skill and success,
to like whom you love. Praise commonsense, propose

the handful of secrets now public. Give me
an awesome thing, in the right hands, steady;
in wrong hands, defenseless. Lives misunderstood.
The time is here. Let’s be clear, close, certain,
faithful, fair. We are all responsible to

immigrants, to every LGBTQ person,
to women. I ask, where are the thirty to serve,
to stand up for justice? I urge them to read,
to review a very moving letter, to start
with the most important. Determine whether

the commitment to life and death, shaping
and reshaping, rights and duty is allowed.
There is more — much more. We worked on problems,
also rights, rights for doing it. I know both
thought it inconceivable. I will stand;

I will cast about strong, longstanding, and equal.
Compel leaders to free the awesome, to chill
the free, to serve, to happen to be many,
to march, to struggle, to participate.
Exercise the depth of commitment. Unite.

Stride. Be alive, vital. I don’t think I quite
understand. I am reading, I am simply
reading what it would mean. I would be glad
to repeat it in my own words. Can I ask
a question? I want to understand. I am

allowed, I am asking what this means. The fear
was real, as bones and heads bore witness. Who forced
a march on children? Who? Of all who have suffered
over the past century, who tried to
legalize just one more criminal? Who

had been key? The only sin was being
too grave, selective, critical, “correct.”
Consider questions of who suffered so much.
My husband called it denial, denial
of other problems. If we are going to dream,

we must spirit the unique into respect,
integrity, confident with different
views. I do believe sensitivity. I believe
progress. We have made every dream ring true.
Who will fight hours to keep our families safe?

An erasure poem derived from the words of Senator Elizabeth Warren on February 7, 2017,

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

fuck yeah,

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, Robin

Abundant and widespread.
So familiar. Cities,
towns, lawns, farmland, forests.

Running and hopping with
upright stance. Robin’s
rich caroling is the

earliest song in Spring.
Heard at dawn, beginning
just before fall. Gather,

roaming, running, pausing.
Hear the move. “Robin’s-egg
blue.” Young leave the nest, tend,

defend territories
by singing. Most buildings:
horizontal ledges,

houses, barns, bridges, cup
of grass, twigs, debris, worked
into mud, lined with fine

grasses. Migrate in flocks
by day. With the breakup,
it may be a bird that

wintered only a few
miles away. All seasons
common. All seasons un-

common. Song is rich notes,
rising, falling: cheer-up,
cheerily, cheer-up, cheer.

An erasure poem from “The Audubon Field Guide, American Robin, Turdus migratorius