Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Overhear

A mathematical explanation:
1 hectic life + 13 entries knocking on a cortical door + an enthusiasm for literary synthesis = One Supernova Poeartical 

THE ARTICLES:
“Killings of Homeless Rise to Highest Level in a Decade” by Eric Lichtblau
“‘Step Forward’ in Limiting Smoking Scenes in Films’” by Michael Cieply August 20, 2010 http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/20/movies/20smoking.html |
“Facebook Feels Unfriendly Toward Film It Inspired” by Michael Cieply and Miguel Helft August 21, 2010 http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/21/business/media/21facebook.html | “The Littlest Redshirts Sit Out Kindergarten” by Pamela Paul August 22, 2010 http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/22/fashion/22Cultural.html | “Students, Welcome to College; Parents, Go Home” by Trip Gabriel August 23, 2010 http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/23/education/23college.html | “Desert Dwellers on a Fast-Food Diet” by Sheila Prakash August 24, 2010 http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/24/science/24ants.html | “At West Point, Hidden Gay Cadets Put in Spotlight” by Corey Kilgannon August 25, 2010 http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/25/nyregion/25cadet.html | “Rider Asks if Cabby Is Muslim, Then Stabs Him” by N.R. Kleinfield August 26, 2010 http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/26/nyregion/26cabby.html | “German Singer Convicted in H.I.V. Case” by Michael Slackman August 27, 2010 http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/27/world/europe/27germanybrief.html | “Black and Jewish, and Seeing No Contradiction” by Trymaine Lee August 28, 2010 http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/28/nyregion/28blackjews.html | “Medical Use of Marijuana Costs Some a Job” by Jennifer Mascia August 29, 2010 http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/29/us/29marijuana.html | “Obama Dismisses Faith Rumors” August 30, 2010 http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/30/us/politics/30prexy.html| “It’s a Movie. A Rock Musical. And It’s Rooted in 9/11” by Michael Wilson

THE POEM:
Overhear

plan hatch happenings over
fast food to
beat up a bum
smash up a skull
with makeshift bats
while digesting
strawberry slurpies and
Big Macs from Mickey D’s
the same food ants in
Brooklyn don’t eat to
fuel a homeless man on fire
—They eat for art

this kind of violence is
Rated R
unlike smoking on screen
unlike my legal right
want a perfect body
want a perfect soul
want to click point proof it
that we are friends
it’s the self-esteem movement
don’t redshirt my love please
don’t redshirt my body please
because haven’t you heard
my mother thinks I’m fantastic
—she was always scared she’d
set me up for failure
never wanted me to feel
inferior
[she’d have been a Velcro
parent if I ever went to college;
she’d never want me
swimming in a whirlpool of lies
people asking are you family
meaning do you like to eat box
what an elaborate way to train spies
these covert campus lives
where even straight kids can’t
hold hands or French each other
in uniform]

don’t you know haven’t you heard
hate speech
leads to hate crimes
people stab people from the back of
cabs they hear I beg of you don’t kill me
and respond I have to bring you down
checkpoint check those Muslim
throats face arm and thumbs
outa outa outa here

Obama’s got that same disease
haven’t you heard
bet he just loves his Ramadan
bet he smokes it up like medical marijuana
to ail his faith pangs
that were stored in towers that fell down
—maybe he sings it out it
—maybe he dances it out
President and the Angry Dick
…don’t fill me up with that
HIV stuff you’ve got going on
tell me before you strip off
my clothes strip off my shields
dramatically with jazz hands
before you undo my sense
of balance and the sky caves in
on a clear blue Tuesday
T minus 8 years and 51 weeks
ago T minus brackets of fear
that live in a man’s gut

Elsewhere big black cocks
don’t point to Mecca
They bow their heads in
Crown Heights synagogues
yarmulkes on top of
hip hop heads and bodies
that are beautiful because
God made them Jews of color
God made us all and all









Monday, August 30, 2010

headfirst

THE ARTICLE:
“Study Says Brain Trauma Can Mimic A.L.S. “
by Alan Schwarz
August 18, 2010

THE POEM:
headfirst

apply squeeze-on tears to me
external water makes this body
less dry

wish I could tell you how I feel
with my mouth
with dew in my eyes

it might not be this word
it might not be that cause
it might not matter
[because]
a single word
can’t wrap its
wet tongue around my eyes
and make them see
what’s happening here

I ran into the world headfirst
too many times

I am not the luckiest man
on the face of the earth

before, I used to make my
muscles dance to make the
girls laugh

a little thing like that did stop me
a little thing like that was not so
miniscule

Friday, August 20, 2010

the what happens

THE ARTICLE:
“In Bold Display, Taliban Order Stoning Deaths”
by Rod Nordland
August 17, 2010

THE POEM:
the what happens

hundreds of stones
the what happens after
we love each other
no matter what happens

a woman’s face without
its ears with a hole where
there should be a nose
comes to mind before
I go to sleep

tally the number it took to fall
compare it to the number it took to
keep two chests from rising and falling

ban the bans they hold to the sky
that say we shouldn’t love each other

Focus

THE ARTICLE:
“Outdoors and Out of Reach, Studying the Brain”
by Matt Richtel
August 16, 2010

THE POEM:
Focus

waiting checking hoping

It’s a matter of certain urgency
They’ll want a response

waiting for people who will be
waiting for me
feels good

time slows down
out here
the rocks don’t talk back
the people don’t as much
here either

a timely manner
how relative

Focus
Focus
Focus

an agenda etched in boulders
and boat paddle currency

it is not wrong to want to
access people

it is not wrong to want
them to access you

but the secrets of neuroscience
may not be in the 216 emails
waiting at home

Line

THE ARTICLE:
“Good Grief”
by Allen Frances
August 15, 2010

THE POEM:
Line

line in the
battlefield
draw between
normal cries
and abnormal
symptoms of grief
for the bodies we lost
for the love torn from our
core our gut our esophagus
the kind of sadness
produced in saliva
that you swallow
the whole day through
the price you pay for
building a life in terms of
someone else
for letting yourself
react to an unrooted love
that unrooted itself from you

this (beautifully?) broken
ness
can’t be good grief
can’t be what I
need to feel
in any shape
or way

I read it is biologically advantageous
to cry

puffy-eyed borderline on the ground
where a body lies and a mother lies
over him

line drawn with mascara running down a
woman’s face onto the bed where
a man has left 6 feet of unwanted space

line in a tired face
when it creases it sounds
like the space between
gunshots in war


Ratios

THE ARTICLE:
“F.D.A. Approves 5-Day Emergency Contraceptive”
by Gardiner Harris
August 14, 2010

THE POEM:
Ratios

limbs in the night
thrust over climax
scream over skin
moaning ratios

1             1             1
______________

20          40         50

ella ella
her name over and over
whispered in nervous ears

a million sets of thighs
will go boom in the night
tonight every night

on a late Friday night
signatures and stamps
voices saying aye
so some people won’t hear
fertilizing bills
is a timely business
afterall

he implants his strong self in me
and makes me whisper
ella ella in a nervous ear
racing out of bed
after

he has seen inside of me
even I have not done that
looking with a mirror is so
helplessly indirect

the angles of our bodies
worked well together
not as well alone

we cycled apart

my body found you
a numerator
to live inside of me

twisty ratios—
sometimes
you can’t tell if there is
a top if there is a bottom

your body around mine
like the ring around my finger

there is whispering
but there are no nervous ears

you do not race out of bed
after



math

THE ARTICLE:
“Cleared, and Pondering the Value of 27 Years”
by James C.McKinley Jr.
August 13, 2010

THE POEM:
math

2.2 greater than or equal to
18 and wrong place wrong time
with the wrong kind of face
and the same one at 45
just more lines
written in missing semen
cause nothing ever came out
nothing ever stained her jeans
nothing got up and got inside
except a black body in a square
of bars that lock bars that aren’t
flush with any other bars
cause bad boys need time by themselves
to read books and undo
triple tragedies
32 semen stains
not one of them his
a box of stuff that
should have been thrown away
those jeans those jeans
a man can pull of a woman’s jeans
by force he can dear Italy
but this man
did not
2001 was a good year
2008 was a good year
2010 is a weird year
for a man getting to know
his face in terms of sun against skin
in a wide open field
for a man doing math in his
head 2.2 is it greater than or
equal to
32 semen stains
not one of them his


14 reasons

THE ARTICLE:
“Births to Illegal Immigrants Are Studied”
by Julia Preston
August 12, 2010

THE POEM:
14 reasons

I straddle the border
half my vagina in
half my vagina out

I crown

I cry

I moan

I push

heeheehoohoo
hokeypokey
birthbreathing

I do themeltingpot
it’s a two-hundred year dance craze
sweeping the nation

14 reasons to love this soil

It accepts my body
It accepts my blood

I drop a child in the redwhiteandblue embrace of a
nation-state stating one day he could be president

One day he could—



shaky bricks

THE ARTICLE:
“Mexican States Ordered to Honor Gay Marriages”
by David Agren
August 11, 2010

THE POEM:
shaky bricks

it’s the letter of the southoftheborder law
mister mister love
sister sister dovesintheair after the I do cherish you
on the court stenographer’s record times two

no inbetweenthelines no room for loose construction

no shaky bricks in Mexico

no humptydumpty situations
when you’re in love

until the afterglow and the typewriter
paints people in boxes after the
hesaidhesaid after the shesaidshesaid
and bricks cut in half like eggs
against a wall when they’re thrown
over postfight breakfast

I’ll have a Western omlette
with plenty of telenovela spice
overkill the cheddar
cause my babyloveherskinsosoft
cracked me up and this time
all the court’s horses
and all the law’s men
can’t put me back together again

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Symmetrical

THE ARTICLE:
“A Masterpiece of Nature? Yuck!”
by Natalie Angier
August 10, 2010

THE POEM:
Symmetrical

I see my baby in the mistake of a
framed face in that corner can’t tell if
it’s looking at me where does it
digest the world I don’t trust
things that can’t
look me in the eye

it’s unsettling

if I touched you I think I’d get
some kind of rash
at the very least

but I’m biased to
beefcakes and beauty queens

aren’t we all

there were days I thought you were
perfectly symmetrical
there are still days I still think you are

but now
there are days
I think you look more like a blobfish
than a man to love

maybe
U-G-L-Y is a social construct
constructed on your face
or in the place where daggers grow
inside bodies before they’re thrown

color me aesthetically prejudiced

color me a woman scorned

color me likestolookatuglythings that can’t look back
and make you feel guilty for staring

it’s rude

so I look at old pictures
of symmetrical days

don’t trust things tha
can’t look me in the eye when
throwing daggers at my face
now it’s u-g-l-y
constructed in cuts and scars
when an inhuman hand
married a crescent wrench
under a crescent moon

I shiver when I see
your ugly face in my baby’s face
his fingertips feel dishonest
like yours
his smile makes me smile
like yours

he is perfectly symmetrical

Big Little Girls

THE ARTICLE:
“First Signs of Puberty Seen in Younger Girls”
by Denise Grady
August 9, 2010

THE POEM:
Big Little Girls

seven years and
two breasts old
she’s got hair down there
in the shape of a girl in pink
who’s too young to
be a woman
that old men like to imagine
when they stare at her chest

fat girls too big all over
filling up those cups with
vitamin C D E or F
take the JMZ downtown
and get the eye across the aisle
as they cross those legs show off
those thick juicy thighs
like steak like meat
the man in green just wants to
bend over and smoke
all night

little white black yellow and red girls
with big girl bodies big girl ideas
planted in their bones by big boys
with big pockets growing bigger
by the minute as those
imaginations run wild
run upstream downtown
and the sparks go crazy below the
platform of this subway car
too heavy weighed down with
big little girls

Tone Deaf

THE ARTICLE:
“First Lady’s Spain Vacation Draws Criticism”
by Peter Baker and Raphael Minder
August 8, 2010

THE POEM:

Tone Deaf
 
a tone deaf trip across the ocean
where the sound of waves
assaulting other waves
makes it harder to hear the voices of
empty pocketed Americans

they’re saying that sensitivity chip has been
chipped away on our modern-day
Marie Antoinette

Let them drink sangria
She says
They blogbellow

Let them eat tapas
She says
They twittertwist

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Gloomy Times

THE ARTICLE:
“Putting Our Brains on Hold”
by Bob Herbert
August 7, 2010

THE POEM:
Gloomy Times

feeling the way over and under
lumpy ratios in the dark

these are gloomy times in the United States

feel pencils points puncturing
the bends on downhill roads
every twenty-six seconds
and everyone is to blame
so don’t even

these are gloomy times in the United States
when you need this and that to bracket yourself respectable
back in the day your grandfather’s day
didn’t cost much to say you’re doing fine

feel a foolish game of stop drop and roll
there is no fire underneath these kids today

these are gloomy times

Friday, August 6, 2010

Spoken Suicide Note

THE ARTICLE:
“In 911 Call, Killer of 8 Spoke of Wanting to Kill More”
by Ray Rivera
August 6, 2010

THE POEM:
Spoken Suicide Note

They treat me bad over here
They treat all the black employees bad
So
Tell my people I love them
So
Listen for
4 minutes and 11 seconds

This is a spoken suicide note:

They treat me bad over here
They treat all the black employees bad
This place here is a racist place
So
Tell my people love them
And I had to take it into my own hands

He Said He Said

THE ARTICLE:
“Cyclists Said to Back Claims That Armstrong Doped”
by Juliet Macur and Michael S. Schmidt
August 5, 2010

THE POEM:
He said He said

he’s got nothing to say on the matter
and will say the other as long as he lives

It’s a federal case of
testicular tampering

thunderstorm thighs
and wheels that go turn
time trialing
mountain climbing to
the same old story

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Choirs in Manhattan

THE ARTICLE:
“Broadway And The Mosque”
by Thomas L. Friedman
August 4, 2010

THE POEM:
Choirs in Manhattan

our Most Competitive Advantage
has first billing onstage
in the form of a black man
singing the song of an Irish composer
alongside his Hispanic scene partner
to the rhythm of the drums beaten by
white hands

The White House says so

Redwhiteandblue’s best asset isn’t
its double D’s in democracy
isn’t its bill of righteous rear end or...

it’s a big rich stew

it’s divergent and then
convergent

a ka-BOOM of different things you know
in brand new colors and
new sounding of words

no use preaching to choirs in Manhattan

preach to the Mecca-faced bodies bent in prayer
in Saudi Arabia give them Bibles I dare you

let’s meet in the middle name Hussein mid-size
families playing dress up
walking in these western shoes
isn’t always comfortable 

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

99er

THE ARTICLE:
“99 Weeks Later, Jobless Have Only Desperation”
by Michael Luo
August 3, 2010

THE POEM:
99er

99 bottles aren’t on the wall
we buy the cheap beer these days
and not much of it

tell ya what is on the wall
a diploma that cost 99,000 dollars
it’s collecting dust like a desert

I used to be a New York City girl
Used to be in business school

and these food stamps don’t taste too good to lick
they taste like a harsh new reality
don’t taste too good at all

what do you put where it says address—
Unknown?
My car doesn’t collect mail
Neither does this motel

And when they disconnect the phone—
that’s when all those employers will
come a-knockin at the door
#3A down the hall
from the ice machine

Plagiarized

THE ARTICLE:
“Plagiarism Lines Blur for Students in Digital Age”
by Trip Gabriel
August 2, 2010

THE POEM:

Plagiarized

it’s common knowledge that
the words you said to me
were borrowed from
other versions of yourself

you chose the spikiest ones
to make little dents in the air
bigger dents in my bones
so that my spine curves now

there isn’t enough gravity
to keep us together

my intellectual property
is littered with ideas you wrote
with your tongue on my body
with your nails on my back

if there is no such thing as originality
broken hearts are plagiarized every day
in the most authentic of ways

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Radius

THE ARTICLE:
“Targeted Killing Is New U.S. Focus in Afghanistan”
by Helene Cooper and Mark Landler
August 1, 2010

THE POEM:
Radius

soles walking in a nine year circle
around the names and heads at the center
of a problem

We are in Afghanistan for one express purpose

[we are] divided at the mouthseams
stitched up ideas come out
in webs that stick to
different corners of an explanation

We are not there to nation-build

[we are] tying cautionary friendship bracelets with Pakistan

We are not

[we are]

a year from now we will walk to the center of this circle

a radius lined in bullets
a radius lined in bombs