As/Is







11.30.2008


happily (as happenstance) a sentence

mere formalities brush off a pilgrim
on the shoulder singular
with tension fraught

least sum of sacronym
and virtue voyage
plum cut rapt

a boy goes home his home
immerses him in loverboy
type wilderness

the daylight caught in
someone's coat and stored
is framed a gentle overplay

his house the fingers
and headlines the lighter
sort of font beneath

his velvet greeting
and the work that came before
his turquoise flush of eyes








11.23.2008


love song (celan, baghavad g., ferrante)


DU WARST mein Tod you were my death
i don't know the one that can delete my pain
na hi prapasyami mama ‘panudyadyac
chokam ucchosanam indriyanam…
Viene da piangere, ma non posso
i'ld like to cry but i cannot
----------------------------------------
paul celan baghavad gita marco ferrante








11.20.2008


unscrew the moon

strange stars plucked the bones of her piano
dying the same dream night after night
if love might could be taught to be
cellphone refugees’ genuflecting lips
throw long o’s of sweeter life preservers
lies to each glance foretold by eyelash tips
mounts of sweat that creak of compromise
forgetful togetherness crayoned on chest
blacklisted alibis swallow to drain to fertilize
hazel-eyed assassins disguised as buoys
bobbing on a feather-filled lake in fishnets
tread tongues along bottom learning disturbed
a pixilated fantasy of horizon bloods up swells
each shell confesses when crunched underfoot
of delusions of grandeur fake a chain unscrew moon
where pretend is promise it’s best not to get








11.16.2008


"After Andrew Marvell" (adam fieled)



Twelve long years, with the length
of all that time squeezed into a
universe that hovers between us,
as I knock back a third Jack and
Coke and you stir your Jameson,
as our eyes meet and I re-read in
my head what I wrote in a journal
twelve years ago: "two-faced,
mannish, and frigid." That's our
universe: words scrawled in the
heat of undecided passion, which
resolved in the submissive caresses
of another. Yet they hover there,
still undecided because I bet you
kept a journal too, and a good
one, and if you didn't well then
our universe isn't much, I don't give
a shit about the coyness that
can't be squeezed without stress,
and I'll find another mistress.









11.15.2008


Season(ed)

fathoming
fathoms
deep
(father)

a mistule
and a brake
still art
if ice

landing
on only
probable
p/lace








11.14.2008


Calliop Nerve 17: A Crash Course in Brain Surgery

"The words are cutting deep inside my brain." --Budgie





The newest issue of Calliope Nerve is now available and featuring an interview with small press maverick Jason Behrends of What to Wear During An Orange Alert as well as works from an impressive line up of writers including J.D. Nelson, Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal, Jim Benz, David McLean, Ariel Lee, Christian Ward, Felino Soriano, Puma Perl, Sergio Ortiz, and John Grey. Our thanks goes out to the contributors for this issue.



Due to recent finances, we are only offering free printed copies to contributors, if you are a contributor and would like a copy, please contact us. Otherwise printed copies are available for three dollars by check, money order, concealed cash, or for $3.30 per issue via pay pal. Email nobius (AT) gmail.com for details. Digital copies are always free of charge.

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We'd like to kick off the site with Thirty Days of Calliope. In other words, thirty or more original pieces to be published over a month's time. And we have several major projects in the works that will run under the Calliope Nerve banner.

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Have a great week. Keep the faith, keeep poetry. God is ink.

Peace, love, death metal,

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11.13.2008


twenty four hours

she'd wonder'd at me
in my hour of darkness

alcoholic aquariums
where i'd swam shitdeep

paralysis of rooftops
picking fights with clouds

if only
i'll i'll i'll

isle of deepened
i'd send it over

no longer a victim
to own twisted lights

and the icicles
i'd partied into void

and the bodies
i'd left behind








11.10.2008


crams tardiness, Drowned wizards tartness, puckers of sourer lemon moonlight.

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...


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...
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...

Renee Frenchman optimizing
sacredly chuckled
worshiper

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Drinkability- Whatever the
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The moonlight filters
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Reflections
on a
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...
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11.08.2008



poet runner

i left the airport
made a beeline to the future
no one was waiting
world fell asleep

woke up underground
where the fountain flows backwards
where distortion turns the keys
in my cell

scrambled my things
grew mad wings
lift off union square redemption

made a pact
we bend to our space

kissed our time
with indigo lips

poet anticipated
the proverbial misunderstanding
the petty mindset phenomenon
human escapes human?

i left a hole
in the past
for the new ignorance





Kindgston Is The Need To Bust Down The Doors And Eat Munich

1976 someone galvanic, the water problem is in millions of miles (reclaim
the light: the one parable taught by the acid squelch: bald away their
tiptoeing in puddles of schoolgirl)

+++to begin and end as tranced feet, everything piled rainbows, aeolian
the paragraph I claim no vast lying there in a special x-ray, like apes
and longer+++Music's zero. Cigarette smokes The shriek out of Christ and
MAGNITUDE+++

Over neptune what isn't Jungle. My soul. The entangled GUN is not so red
Your Heart Floats silly things. Method first as Oxygen City in walls of pink
And drone. Its own phantom designed by galaxies of blonde hair. The first
Truly Tribal Genitals Quiver, climbing the socket's was...

O150: an exercise in pure mentality-->Andromeda the ecstasy of 0150


(((...that speared you+rites by language...(((paradigm fur, where your
carbon is, the fact absorbing your ribs...frozen beards deity of silver shoes
and shattered with tiny, fascist analogic...melodies in glass/the desert is
attached...there are months dissolved, but yes, my love...rhizomia 1922)))








11.07.2008



Gabcast! Monday









11.02.2008



Raining Schizophrenia, Towers of No More And Trilogy

We Are Jewelled Semen Logic

Don't 10th Our Fur...

Cursed and a sky, progress marched asleep. But convex, like every jolt of sin. A million eyes from Mars, transfigured howls with the possibility to incognito, therefore the difficult hours measure and clad wetness in memory.

Veins mirror your money, a fresh tongue or two away from genuine soul power. Thoughts instant the sunny cinema, where what is new lips and tresses icy waves of lazy afternoons spent giga-bitten. The Sphinx of complexity means only the interior monocle can be your father.

Time is intended, the bone conjured by winter's mingling of cracked nights and weeping tufts of Parisian hair, the arrogant music stored in one face. There, warbling gold as tomorrow, the nucleus is no longer warm.