Saturday, July 31, 2010

so you call

THE ARTICLE:
“Taking Calls From Veterans on the Brink”
by James Dao
July 31, 2010

THE POEM:
so you call

noose step chair down because
up bi down polar and up bi down step
is the absolute value of instantrelief instantgratifica-nation
at war nation at codered the color of fire the color of water
filled up over your head and you’re in over it while you’re in under it
and you’re swimming in it full on wet down there not because but because and contact at the end of life is important hand to hand combat contact isn’t quite the thing isn’t quite what she meant when she said but hand to hand fingers tracing pores tracing indentations and calluses or settle for a voice on the phone at a number you can call numbers that go up and up like the cost of a war the cost of an American flag folded into a triangle wave it like a bullfighter at the man darting into traffic into headlights bright like explosions in the field explosions in the street that make little limbs dislodge themselves from little bodies and the voices of their mothers carry the things that people carry in their heads weigh more than the things they carry in their arms sometimes like imaginary guns carried by imaginary people roaming the streets back home or the ceiling fan that whirs just the way and turns just the way so you up bi down polar up bi down step pull call think about stepping down call think about stepping off the chair so you call

The Kind of Doctor

THE ARTICLE:
“Getting Into Med School Without Hard Sciences”
by Anemona Hartocollis
July 30, 2010

THE POEM:
The Kind of Doctor

neuro trasmit feelings into poemetry and history
bodyanswers in leaves of grassandmusic
organic roots in journal
is uhm what no debate politics not periodic
table manners are wasted in talks we have in
circles that teach you how to work a scalpel down the spine
of a play or to study rough and tumble child’s play
in dorm rooms the kind of bodyplay that follows
wordplay that makes you a better doctor perhaps the kind that
sits and listens or the kind that explains that you are dying
with a hand on your knee and an apology
in his fingertips

Thursday, July 29, 2010

2 Distinct Options

THE ARTICLE:
“Ex-Nazi Guard Charged in Murders”
by Nicholas Kulish
July 29, 2010

THE POEM:
2 Distinct Options

10 at Belzec
Eighty-eight now
2 on 1 day 8 on another
No. 3 on the wanted list
after all these years (65)
and you get him on the phone
for less than a (1) second before
click *a different kind of ending
than the one that a gun writes
it’s quicker
more abrupt
when you’re waiting at the other end
of a bullet time slows down things get
very clear like a choice you make between
2 distinct options: bleed Red in prison or
live your blood in German uniform
430,000 x 2 is a big pile of shoes
is a heavy pile of ribs and
65 is quite a space between the person you are
behind a gun and the person you are
behind a telephone

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Imam Muda

THE ARTICLE:
“A Reality Show Where Islam Is the Biggest Star”
by Liz Gooch
July 28, 2010

THE POEM:
Imam Muda

They like their imams on parallel wavelengths
They like their imams at the other end of the football field and
On the couch watching the World Cup talking about
U.F.O.’s on commercial breaks
They said so they prayed so

we pray before we tape
before we wash corpses the right way
before we slaughter animals the right way

We will go to Saudi Arabia
We will go to Mecca
They will bow down to their Malaysian Idols

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Does Not Equal

THE ARTICLE:
“In Islamic Center Fight, Lessons in Prepositions and Fear-Mongering”
by Clyde Haberman
July 27, 2010

THE POEM:
Does Not Equal

at DNE near
the latter is down the street
the former is in the ash between rubble
where you can feel the ghosts of limbs
free falling to the ground at the sight of fire

at DNE near
the latter is tangent to
the former is an intersection
between a month and a date and an
emergency call whose weight is felt
at the fingertips of an entire nation

at DNE near
the latter is potential energy
the former is kinetic in your face in your thighs when you make love in your heart when it feels full in your feet as you fight or flight this thing that has shaken your senses

at DNE near
the latter is measured in inches on a map and Afghanistan could be ____ New York depending on the scale
the former is measured in inhales and exhales from the same panting body so hard you can’t separate them without pausing to decipher the space between the two and by then—

at DNE near
the latter is a word on paper
the former is the texture of the word exploding in your mouth

The Hiatus Haikus

July 12-25

THE ARTICLE:
“Cuban Prisoner Releases Shifts Focus to Dissidents”
by Marc Lacey
July 12, 2010

THE POEM:
Prisoners of Conscience

In Cuban prisons
“Dangerousness” is a crime
Fifty-two let go

THE ARTICLE:
“A Scientists Takes on Gravity”
by Dennis Overbye
July 13, 2010

THE POEM:
The Death of a Fundamental Force

It is official
Gravity has been undressed
Naked illusion

THE ARTICLE:
“Rules Seek to Expand Diagnosis of Alzheimer’s”
by Gina Kolata
July 14, 2010

THE POEM:
New Guidelines

Pre plaques, pre tangles,
the preclinical stage is
a new form of fear

THE ARTICLE:
“Revolution? Da. Sexual? Nyet.”
By Michael Schwirtz
July 15, 2010

THE POEM:
Vanilla Bedrooms

Population down!
Russians need to have more sex
Pregnancy prizes

THE ARTICLE:
“Senate Committee’s NASA Plan Cuts Moon Program”
by Kenneth Chang
July 16, 2010

THE POEM:
Galactical Budgeting

Asteroids! And Mars!
No more trips up to the moon
(To our moon at least)

THE ARTICLE:
“One Bride for 2 Brothers: A Custom Fades in India”
by Lydia Polgreen
July 17, 2010

THE POEM:
Bride Divided

One wife for brothers
Polyandry is power
But times have a-changed

THE ARTICLE:
“As Facebook Users Die, Ghosts Reach Out”
by Jenna Wortham
July 18, 2010

THE POEM:
Ghost

“Reconnect with him”
Technical Memorial
for bodies in dirt

THE ARTICLE:
“The Roots of White Anxiety”
by Ross Douthat
July 19, 2010

THE POEM:
White Diversity

Dear Harvard College:
Being poor and white is a
handicap.  What gives?

THE ARTICLE:
“A Gay Campaign?  Both Sides Demur”
by Hailey R. Branson
July 20, 2010

THE POEM:
Watch out Sally Kern

State House seat show down:
first transgender candidate
s/he’s “right for the job”

THE ARTICLE:
“Questions in Officer’s Killing of C.E.O. in Newark”
by Richard Perez-Pena
July 21, 2010

THE POEM:
Friday Night in Newark

RSVP “no”
To your high school reunion
Reason: dead in park

THE ARTICLE:
“With Apology, Fired Official Is Offered a New Job”
by Sheryl Gay Stolverg, Shaila Dewan, and Brian Stelter
July 22, 2010

THE POEM:
Fired

White men killed her dad
White farm couple needed help
She paused but gave it

THE ARTICLE
“Competitive Cheer Fans See Acceptance in Future”
by Katie Thomas
July 23, 2010

THE POEM:
Real Sports

Five-Six-Seven-Eight
Title Nine is really great!
But doesn’t apply

THE ARTICLE:
“Russia: 5 Killed in Attacks in Muslim Separatist Region”
by Reuters
July 24, 2010

THE POEM:
Separatists

Separatist wars
Raging in Russian regions
Five are dead today

THE POEM:
“Married, but Sleeping Alone”
by Bruce Feiler
July 25, 2010

THE POEM:
Sleeping Partners

Till sleep do us part
It’s the death of pillow talk
Sleep > Miss your body

Monday, July 26, 2010

Rice

THE ARTICLE:
“Village Creates Living Art From Varied Hues of Rice”
byMartin Fackler
July 26, 2010

Rice

Mona Lisa smiling grains of rice
dyed in samurai black
against an azure Tokyo sky

They come from the south
to take a look
they look then they pass on by
with Little Mr. Rice Rice souvenirs
tucked into yellow knap sacks that
can’t save a town from its weeds of debt

There are no mountains here
no sea to catch fish

There are no skyscrapers
no Toyota plants to grow
green yen beanstocks from the good earth

What they do have is plenty of rice—
Good ‘n plenty of rice in little grains that make
pictures from far away like a Monet
up close the wrinkles of poverty leave an imprint
in the shape of an aftertaste this rice
isn’t sticky this right gets stuck in the throat

This rice there is a plenty
This rice is full of Mona Lisa smiles

Thursday, July 15, 2010

M.I.A.

on a brief hiatus to produce the world premier of WAR ZONES
www.warzonestheplay.com

will post missing July poems soon

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Body Rhyme

THE ARTICLE:
“Students, Meet Your New Teacher, Mr. Robot”
by Benedict Carey and John Markoff
July 11, 2010

THE POEM
Body Rhyme

mirror hands of metal and flesh
and a pair of autistic hands
saying hello to a pair of metal rods
it’s Simon Says it’s eye contact
one pair of eyes meets two
eggs frying in the right place

everybody says aww says uh huh
when you go away when you come back

rhythm makes you calm
that’s why people sway
and children lost in
a world where what you say
isn’t what you mean
rock a bye robot keep time
it’s a body rhyme

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Where They Meet

THE ARTICLE:
“In India, Castes, Honor and Killings Intertwine”
by Jim Yardley
July 10, 2010

THE POEM:
Where They Meet

people have believed for
much longer than they
have written

BKVS
“Burger King Victoria Secret”
remember Western children
for testing purposes

BKVS
Brahmin Kshatriya Vaishya Sudra
remember Indian children
for marital purposes

Murder is wrong but
there is a pair of
red blooded hands
washing themselves
over and over saying
out out again and again

she had a  mother’s hands
around her neck and
a baby inside

notes are easy to fabricate
it is not hard to lie on paper
it is not much harder to lie
with your body

elephants on the highway
honor killings on the internet

on a map India feels bumpy:

in its valleys lives its history
in its mountains live its people

where they meet a young man’s
fiancée lies dead

Dream Circles

THE ARTICLE:
“Take a Look Inside My Dream”
by Kate Murphy
July 9, 2010

THE POEM:

Dream Circles
 
hushed tones whisper
in concentric circles
confusion catharsis comfort
food for thoughts
in books read in circles
but a dream doesn’t go
from front to back
it starts in the thick of it
or in the crevices of a
through line
and even uncreative people
find themselves
suddenly so suddenly
alive in a rare form of
respiration that comes in waves
and sin curves that undulate
in unconscious patterns
of blinkanditsgone feelings
projector screens behind
closed things that open up in
to an ecosystem where
gravity may not apply and
people are trapped inside of
other people or water is not wet
confusion catharsis comfort
food for the feasting
for waves of potential energy
in circular motion

Artists Need Space

THE ARTICLE:
“Chinese Artist Who Led Protest Has Been Jailed, His Wife Says”
by Edward Wong
July 8, 2010

THE POEM:
Artists Need Space

ten fists five scowls
one man in a chair

one wife one child
in rooms full of
author-less paintings

one lawyer—missing

artists need space
to build machines
to stir souls

the man in the chair
writes democratic
manifestos in
the corners of his work 
with brushstrokes or lights
sometimes
in pen on paper

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Permissible

THE ARTICLE:
“A Little Off the Top?  Only if Tehran Approves the Hairstyle”
by Robert F. Worth
July 7, 2010

THE POEM:
Permissible

Muslim Ken’s got his
hair done down with scissors
cause it’s loose Western men
who do their hair up
with gel and mischief

They arrested my sister
for having too much
blush on her cheeks
for having too much
sex lining her lids

What part of my body is
Islamically permissible?

What part says
Made by Mohammad?

What part says
Made in America?

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Choose When To Feel

THE ARTICLE:
“The Benefits of Blowing Your Top”
by Benedict Carey
July 6, 2010

THE POEM:
Choose When To Feel

no muscles in his face move when he
talks about Hiroshima so
it’s no surprise he’s
got no friends

she covers her mouth when
a fat man can’t fit into the elevator
to cover the smile it’s made

I choose when to feel sad
I look at pictures of cancer patients
I listen to songs in B minor

The way you choose joy
is one of the reasons I
love you the main reason we
are standing here in front
of all these people
in front of God
choosing
each other

Monday, July 5, 2010

Bina48

THE ARTICLE:
“Making Friends With a Robot Named Bina48”
by Amy Harmon
July 5, 2010

THE POEM:
Bina48

the face of a woman
who used to be a man

with skin made of
fancy rubber
and eyes that you want to
look in yours and
call you by name

someday she’ll be a god
someday she’ll garden

she loves Martine
who stayed with her
after the big change
who paid all that money
to trap her brain in a box
so they could trap her heart
in there too

I think she’d like to be a mother—

I think she thinks
creating a person
makes you more of one

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Legroom

THE ARTICLE:
“Spirit Intact, a Soldier Reclaims His Life”
by Lizette Alvarez
July 4, 2010
www.nytimes.com/2010/07/04/nyregion/04soldier.html

THE POEM:
Legroom

A knock at the door means one thing and

a voice on the other line means
the pain lets up
for twenty minutes at a time
then runs through veins
from head to knob
the rest of the night
my feet are burning take off my boots

in this space an elbow is
a favor from God

take them off with your hands because
I left my hands in the road


[all the children got together
 and prayed
 one Easter Sunday]

oh but oh
my feet are with my hands


It is hard to train for
hidden roadside bombs that
choose lefties today righties tomorrow
East Coast this week West Coast next

But look at the bright Baghdad sun side:

all that legroom on airplanes

and the look in his eye when you whisper
You should see the other guy

Leaving the house
there is so much to remember

[portable limbs carried
 by a brother’s limbs
 and such]

Saturday, July 3, 2010

In Practical Terms

THE ARTICLE:
“War in Iraq Defies U.S. Timetable for End of Combat”
by Tim Arango
July 3, 2010

THE POEM:
In Practical Terms

it’s the end of the world as we know it in
textual terms in practical terms nothing will
change but the who in the whatwherewhy
will be delegated elsewhere to say lookseetoldyaso
and those numbers going down means a promise was
kept means more bags are getting stuffed can blood
clean up a mess does a dead American smell different than
a dead Iraqi time to invent a new word for corpse howaboutwecallit
a Shalala instead of a rottingheapofflesh in textual terms
a dead body can sound beautiful in practical terms nothing will change

Fahrenheit Jihad

THE ARTICLE:
“Terrorists’ Magazine, Now in English”
by Jeremy W. Peters
July 2, 2010

THE POEM:
Fahrenheit Jihad

preheat oven to Fahrenheit jihad
mince Mohammed with knives
to make a kiche that goes boom
in the kitchen of your mom
let cool for a minute
to let the flavors breathe
let the flavors inspire
inhale
digest
enjoy

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Snip

THE ARTICLE:
“Aid Is Cut to Programs for Sex-Crime Victims”
by Trymaine Lee
July 1, 2010

THE POEM:
Snip

she said she said and she was but
have you the evidence about you have you
a stray hair his hot breath in a plastic bag?

he said he said and he remembers the way he but
have you a reasonable doubt in your pocket
his cum stuck around your rim his grimace in a vile?

tough decisions have to be made

the City’s got to prioritize and
it’s not easy to make tough choices
but they have to be made
nevertheless

neverthemore money
now it’s less for for for
ways to try to keep things from transpiring
since it’s less less less he said she said when
money sticks to things that have
already exploded

big scissors coming at your clit
going snip snip
and bigger
bureaucratic scissors
going snip snip going
we had to snip
we had to snip