Various Mashes
angeli
the root
civil stone rises
tangles prophetic
ambiguous
amaryllis every where
am. Where/ever/ever
morningdisa-
ppears/pates
meaning a-m.
buffoon
Remnant of a cavity
hold feathers
Particles spit light
exhibit
Bone of smoke
Pigment of bone
Yellow hollow
Head of man
Head of oil
Head of pigs
Skullbone meals lamp
honestly earned
reaps
It’s a good thing to move to France
The inner posture
change the orange
change the blue
Directions: Possibly
Cross-hatches
The absence of lemons
the absence of absinth
in a carafe
The language of paint
( )
Reject the one-eyed man.
But why?
Once you leave
There is no re-entry.
This is where
it begins.
Years of wheat.
katubah
begins and
reverses nothing
I relinquish
°
What it means to move
Into another form without repetition
°
It had to separate from itself
Begin and
°
unravel into cloth
°
written
°
in reprise
this
°
and
°
fluid earth art and terror
negombo 2
Bay of the moon
white butterfly
mineral rust
temple of the godless
stele
fountain nest
the idea of water.
The relationship
between the eye and the navel.
Who walks out of the cave
into the cold.
A wall divides them
for the sake of clarity
When Ambience issues her warning
the body stimulates comfort
In the labyrinth
things become easier
the opposites draw closer
under the dome
vision inscribes concentric circles
light as breath
pas
Quite or quietly. A pencil is a read. A palm is a pillow where hands go happily
pequash
You didn’t answer my question
Tiny birds feathered across my feet
A cat explodes
A back wall to the village breached by dynamite
Gaudi’s wall
or Gaudi’s wall
The balloon-shaped cards
lift you into the air
as you grab them
as everyone does
The travel agency office
Hi-jacked, floats into the harbor
Round pellets
Root the Chinese doctor to the sea
region
The museum of kidneys
Looking down from below
Blue space aches
Yellow rises
There is no object of silence
There is no word for sky
We have to reach the girders
Practice the pose
Then
The poem is gone.
It is strange to be out among people.
The poem is gone.
In the continuous present there is no coherence.
The poem is gone.
The repetition of that.
would you like something else
Shutters.
From where?
Images subtracted
one continuous meal
Bio:
Rebecca Goodman is the author of the novel The Surface of Motion (Green Integer) and the composition textbook The Assignment: Why Am I Writing This Essay (Fountainhead Press).
Martin Nakell’s most recent books include Form (poetry: Spuyten Duyvil), Settlement (fiction: Spuyten Duyvil), and The Assignment: Why Am I Writing This Essay (Fountainhead Press). While he teaches creative writing at Chapman University, he believes, with Joseph Bueys, that "In places like universities, where everyone speaks so rationally, it is necessary for a kind of enchanter to appear."
Sources:
Our method: Our minds are mashed; we don’t have a choice. We compose together, working off of, against, and with each other’s spontaneous language/image/rhythmical suggestions. We each know at the same moment when a piece reaches its end, and we look at each and laugh: “that’s it!”