Saturday, November 2, 2013
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Garbanzo Opera
When I was six, garbanzo
beans felt like grainy
mud-pebbles to my mouth.
They tasted like a menacing
nothing. When I picked
them out of a salad
and marched them to the edge
of the plate, a parent's
order became inevitable:
"Finish them." Finishing them,
I gagged. They became
soft bullets of
esophageal assassination.
Now I love the little
bastards. I bathe them
in olive oil, bequeath
unto them garlic and pepper.
I now know their nom de
guerre: chick peas.
People may not
change, but their taste-
buds do, and I would pay
good money to go to
see a garbanzo opera.
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beans felt like grainy
mud-pebbles to my mouth.
They tasted like a menacing
nothing. When I picked
them out of a salad
and marched them to the edge
of the plate, a parent's
order became inevitable:
"Finish them." Finishing them,
I gagged. They became
soft bullets of
esophageal assassination.
Now I love the little
bastards. I bathe them
in olive oil, bequeath
unto them garlic and pepper.
I now know their nom de
guerre: chick peas.
People may not
change, but their taste-
buds do, and I would pay
good money to go to
see a garbanzo opera.
hans ostrom 2013
Corporations Keep Rats
Corporations keep rats.
They keep them running.
The rats have some cash,
which they pay
the corporation for stuff
the corporations make.
Run there! Pay here!
The bait is technology.
Hey,rat, run after
the new eye-fone 18.3Z!
Pay cash first! Or
put it on a rat-card!
Imagine if the rats
turned around one day
and said, Rat Master,
we don't want any
more stuff right now.
We like the look
of your throat. That's
what we want. For free.
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They keep them running.
The rats have some cash,
which they pay
the corporation for stuff
the corporations make.
Run there! Pay here!
The bait is technology.
Hey,rat, run after
the new eye-fone 18.3Z!
Pay cash first! Or
put it on a rat-card!
Imagine if the rats
turned around one day
and said, Rat Master,
we don't want any
more stuff right now.
We like the look
of your throat. That's
what we want. For free.
hans ostrom 2013
Monday, October 28, 2013
Thursday, October 24, 2013
How White Operates, Too Often
Way too often, White
goes out like a boomerang
toward what is right
and fair and just, only
to turn in reactionary air
and curve home, home,
to righteous hate, selective
outrage, a change of "heart,"
smug safety, reunion with
old friends, and other amenities
of the supremacists' field
from which
the boomerang
was launched.
Whether you're Black
or White or something else,
here's the thing: if
you truly "get it,"
then you will know
what "it" is, and
you'll nod at
the tautology
(for sure),
and so,
you know,
no doubt
gratuitously,
I advise:
Beware of the White
radical, the White liberal,
the White conservative, and
it goes without saying
the White unapologetic bigot
spewing hate like a spigot.
Beware of them all. Be
unsurprised if they turn
back, if they curve a return to
"home," if, in fact,
they simply are not able.
For they are simple and White,
terrifyingly simple,
and they live
in a White-rewarding world,
and in most cases,
over the long haul,
they are not able.
They just aren't able.
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goes out like a boomerang
toward what is right
and fair and just, only
to turn in reactionary air
and curve home, home,
to righteous hate, selective
outrage, a change of "heart,"
smug safety, reunion with
old friends, and other amenities
of the supremacists' field
from which
the boomerang
was launched.
Whether you're Black
or White or something else,
here's the thing: if
you truly "get it,"
then you will know
what "it" is, and
you'll nod at
the tautology
(for sure),
and so,
you know,
no doubt
gratuitously,
I advise:
Beware of the White
radical, the White liberal,
the White conservative, and
it goes without saying
the White unapologetic bigot
spewing hate like a spigot.
Beware of them all. Be
unsurprised if they turn
back, if they curve a return to
"home," if, in fact,
they simply are not able.
For they are simple and White,
terrifyingly simple,
and they live
in a White-rewarding world,
and in most cases,
over the long haul,
they are not able.
They just aren't able.
hans ostrom 2013
Computer As Penis, Penis As Computer
You have unused icons on your penis.
Your penis is at risk: no firewall is turned on.
Your penis will restart in 30 seconds.
Would you like a full or partial scan
of your penis?
Your penis needs updating.
Would you like to upgrade to Penis 3.0?
The program, penis.dic has
encountered an error.
Please restart your penis.
Download the latest version of penis.dic.
Scan your penis for malware?
Scan has detected 8 problems with your penis.
Report as penis-spam?
You are forbidden from accessing this penis-page.
New penis.dic software is available.
Your penis hard-drive has crashed.
Report error to penis.dic?
Please tell penis.dic about this problem.
Would you like to change your penis password?
Log off penis?
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Your penis is at risk: no firewall is turned on.
Your penis will restart in 30 seconds.
Would you like a full or partial scan
of your penis?
Your penis needs updating.
Would you like to upgrade to Penis 3.0?
The program, penis.dic has
encountered an error.
Please restart your penis.
Download the latest version of penis.dic.
Scan your penis for malware?
Scan has detected 8 problems with your penis.
Report as penis-spam?
You are forbidden from accessing this penis-page.
New penis.dic software is available.
Your penis hard-drive has crashed.
Report error to penis.dic?
Please tell penis.dic about this problem.
Would you like to change your penis password?
Log off penis?
hans ostrom 2013
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Triviality and Guilt
I celebrate your new coiffure
and worry about the hungry and the poor
at the same time. What
good does either trivial focus or guilt
do to affect big problems? I state
the question in a homely way.
I congratulate your hips
and fret over how White Americans
will never "get it"
(until they get it).
What good? Fuckin' white people.
I remark on a grey cat's
behavior and think of
our water on fire
our air carcinogenic
our land
either flooded
or
baked
our politicians
embalmed
with corporate money,
ah, what good?
I rest my teeth
on the image of a chrome fender
and I wonder
how many bombs "we"
have dropped, on what,
on whom, and why
(why not!)
since, say,
1941. What. Good?
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and worry about the hungry and the poor
at the same time. What
good does either trivial focus or guilt
do to affect big problems? I state
the question in a homely way.
I congratulate your hips
and fret over how White Americans
will never "get it"
(until they get it).
What good? Fuckin' white people.
I remark on a grey cat's
behavior and think of
our water on fire
our air carcinogenic
our land
either flooded
or
baked
our politicians
embalmed
with corporate money,
ah, what good?
I rest my teeth
on the image of a chrome fender
and I wonder
how many bombs "we"
have dropped, on what,
on whom, and why
(why not!)
since, say,
1941. What. Good?
hans ostrom 2013
Poli-Tics
Politics
Slit
Tic
Clot
Slop
It
Slip
Post
Plot
Lot
Cop
Lop
Sop
Cot
Lit
Lip
Lisp
List
Politics
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Slit
Tic
Clot
Slop
It
Slip
Post
Plot
Lot
Cop
Lop
Sop
Cot
Lit
Lip
Lisp
List
Politics
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Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Steady As She Goes
Yes, it was in
that decade when
the first animated
cartoon-character
was elected to
Congress. Financiers
bought the Air Force--
all part of privatization.
Regarding privacy,
citizens played online
surveillance-games
and mugged for
the cameras they
knew about. Personal
letters were criminalized
for being inefficient
and vaguely subversive.
Through it all,
careers flourished.
The number of opinions
held remained steady.
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that decade when
the first animated
cartoon-character
was elected to
Congress. Financiers
bought the Air Force--
all part of privatization.
Regarding privacy,
citizens played online
surveillance-games
and mugged for
the cameras they
knew about. Personal
letters were criminalized
for being inefficient
and vaguely subversive.
Through it all,
careers flourished.
The number of opinions
held remained steady.
hans ostrom 2013
Monday, October 21, 2013
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Sonnet for an Actress
(reposting one from way back)
You should have seen her yesterday.
She was more beautiful than our
Idea of beauty; and the way
She carried beauty in her hour
Unveiled achievement by a body
Unmatched by art. You should have seen
Her. Yes, our gaze was always ready.
What, though, did her beauty mean?
Did she embody what we thought?
Or did she teach us to desire?
And were we seeing what we sought,
Or held in spell by beauty’s choir?
Confused, nostalgic—what to say?
If you’d just seen her yesterday....
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You should have seen her yesterday.
She was more beautiful than our
Idea of beauty; and the way
She carried beauty in her hour
Unveiled achievement by a body
Unmatched by art. You should have seen
Her. Yes, our gaze was always ready.
What, though, did her beauty mean?
Did she embody what we thought?
Or did she teach us to desire?
And were we seeing what we sought,
Or held in spell by beauty’s choir?
Confused, nostalgic—what to say?
If you’d just seen her yesterday....
hans ostrom 2007/2013
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Failed Insults
Oh, you Kurdish book!
Don't give me that look, you fascinating nude portrait!
How can you live with yourself, hideous mildly tart apple pie?
Gesture of kindness, get out of town, hit the bricks.
Unpretentious professor, feeder of the hungry, calm presence, loyal friend:
you make me sick.
Working-class White male who isn't racist, I hope you're happy.
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Don't give me that look, you fascinating nude portrait!
How can you live with yourself, hideous mildly tart apple pie?
Gesture of kindness, get out of town, hit the bricks.
Unpretentious professor, feeder of the hungry, calm presence, loyal friend:
you make me sick.
Working-class White male who isn't racist, I hope you're happy.
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Tuesday, October 15, 2013
A Pre-Dating Conversation
She: Are you single?
He: Well, as you can see, I'm more like a double. But I always say I'm a party of one!
She: Are you interested in a commitment?
He: Not if it involves a state-operated institution. Hey, I've paid my debt to society.
She: What are your turn-ons?
He: Uh, women without clothes on and, uh, also women. Without clothes on.
She: Does anything about women threaten you?
He: If they have a gun, a knife, or a stupid ex-husband. Otherwise, no.
She: Where would you go on a first date?
He: Anywhere--any place where combat wasn't occurring.
She: What do you think about vegans?
He: I think they're so cute that I'd like to eat them. Just kidding.
She: Do you have a lot of baggage?
He: No. I have this real cool duffel bag and a really old Samsonite.
She: Do you like to communicate?
He: Yes, especially when I need something.
She: I'm not interested in playing games.
He: Me, neither. Especially board-games. And video-games. Soccer, too. I mean,
I could be talked into a game of ping-pong, but that's about it.
She: Are you romantic?
He: Fuck, yeah, I'm romantic. Roses, dinner, a new dress, jewelry. My thing
is: whatever it takes!
She: I don't think this is going to work out.
He: Yeah, I guess not. It's not you. It's me. How about a drink?
He: Well, as you can see, I'm more like a double. But I always say I'm a party of one!
She: Are you interested in a commitment?
He: Not if it involves a state-operated institution. Hey, I've paid my debt to society.
She: What are your turn-ons?
He: Uh, women without clothes on and, uh, also women. Without clothes on.
She: Does anything about women threaten you?
He: If they have a gun, a knife, or a stupid ex-husband. Otherwise, no.
She: Where would you go on a first date?
He: Anywhere--any place where combat wasn't occurring.
She: What do you think about vegans?
He: I think they're so cute that I'd like to eat them. Just kidding.
She: Do you have a lot of baggage?
He: No. I have this real cool duffel bag and a really old Samsonite.
She: Do you like to communicate?
He: Yes, especially when I need something.
She: I'm not interested in playing games.
He: Me, neither. Especially board-games. And video-games. Soccer, too. I mean,
I could be talked into a game of ping-pong, but that's about it.
She: Are you romantic?
He: Fuck, yeah, I'm romantic. Roses, dinner, a new dress, jewelry. My thing
is: whatever it takes!
She: I don't think this is going to work out.
He: Yeah, I guess not. It's not you. It's me. How about a drink?
Monday, October 14, 2013
Happeningness
The happeningness
of reality never pauses,
"is" being a fiction,
a slice of approximation
imagined to be there
between "was" and "will be."
No wonder wonder
sometimes tires me.
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of reality never pauses,
"is" being a fiction,
a slice of approximation
imagined to be there
between "was" and "will be."
No wonder wonder
sometimes tires me.
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Saturday, October 12, 2013
Hello, Everything
Hey, Hello, Everything, I said,
trying to be polite.
Hi, Everything said, I'm busy.
Hey, Everything, I said,
I've worked in a pickle factory,
I've worked in a gravel plant,
I've pounded nails and washed pots
and taught rich kids and
dug trenches and written articles--
--Who cares? said Everything.
Everybody does something and there's not
much difference between
any of it. Oh, I said. Well,
how are things with you,
Everything? I'm always
changing, and I have to go,
and you're a loser and small,
said Everything. Bye.
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trying to be polite.
Hi, Everything said, I'm busy.
Hey, Everything, I said,
I've worked in a pickle factory,
I've worked in a gravel plant,
I've pounded nails and washed pots
and taught rich kids and
dug trenches and written articles--
--Who cares? said Everything.
Everybody does something and there's not
much difference between
any of it. Oh, I said. Well,
how are things with you,
Everything? I'm always
changing, and I have to go,
and you're a loser and small,
said Everything. Bye.
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Friday, October 11, 2013
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Monday, October 7, 2013
All Right, Now
Having successfully eluded
fame, he took
a long nap
and awoke refreshed.
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fame, he took
a long nap
and awoke refreshed.
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The U.S. Congress, Observed
Have you been watching
these little legislative haters,
these law-mockers and logic-blockers
sent to the Hill (our Golgotha)
with cash stuffed up their pipes?
They've done no reading in history,
economics, philosophy, or science.
Their self-interest is artless, their
corruption as bald as a brass door knob.
It's a little like watching a person
with lousy reflexes drive a stock car
at Darlington or Daytona,
or some drunk college lad
pick a fight with a seasoned
body-guard. It can't end
well. Yes, of course,
after the wreckage, it will be we
who'll have to clean up
as best we can. Politics
now seems to have an endless
supply of punks, and
not the musical kind.
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these little legislative haters,
these law-mockers and logic-blockers
sent to the Hill (our Golgotha)
with cash stuffed up their pipes?
They've done no reading in history,
economics, philosophy, or science.
Their self-interest is artless, their
corruption as bald as a brass door knob.
It's a little like watching a person
with lousy reflexes drive a stock car
at Darlington or Daytona,
or some drunk college lad
pick a fight with a seasoned
body-guard. It can't end
well. Yes, of course,
after the wreckage, it will be we
who'll have to clean up
as best we can. Politics
now seems to have an endless
supply of punks, and
not the musical kind.
hans ostrom 2013
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Fall's Always Good for a Laugh
A large, allegedly evolved primate,
he passed through an exterior door
of his abode, intending to gather
a newspaper on the stoop (this
was in the last days of print-culture),
and he was caught in a spider’s web.
Webbing on his face, he looked
at the fat brown spider as it danced
like a portly Vaudevillian on its
filament, and he laughed.
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he passed through an exterior door
of his abode, intending to gather
a newspaper on the stoop (this
was in the last days of print-culture),
and he was caught in a spider’s web.
Webbing on his face, he looked
at the fat brown spider as it danced
like a portly Vaudevillian on its
filament, and he laughed.
hans ostrom 2013
Positionality
I've misplaced my subject-position. It happens.
According to the post-modernist rulebook, which
is only virtual, my default positionality is therefore
one of befuddlement, which could be a ruse, except
a ruse seems so pre-modern, even atavistic. One
thing's certain: I'm not a mystic. Positionality
is such a tricky business. If you write or speak
the word, "positionality," then you've pretty much
positioned yourself into a pretentious corner, and
the commonly insensitive Anglo-Saxon ax will fall
on your multi-syllabic Deluxe Latinate Impressor,
which comes with its two-speed abstractionator.
Cut to: a meadow. My subject-position transport-
system, a hot-air balloon, lies sideways and un-
inflated, mere fabric amidst flax-stubble. This
is Not A Problem. This is Laugh Out Loud.
[re-posted from 2008]
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According to the post-modernist rulebook, which
is only virtual, my default positionality is therefore
one of befuddlement, which could be a ruse, except
a ruse seems so pre-modern, even atavistic. One
thing's certain: I'm not a mystic. Positionality
is such a tricky business. If you write or speak
the word, "positionality," then you've pretty much
positioned yourself into a pretentious corner, and
the commonly insensitive Anglo-Saxon ax will fall
on your multi-syllabic Deluxe Latinate Impressor,
which comes with its two-speed abstractionator.
Cut to: a meadow. My subject-position transport-
system, a hot-air balloon, lies sideways and un-
inflated, mere fabric amidst flax-stubble. This
is Not A Problem. This is Laugh Out Loud.
[re-posted from 2008]
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Friday, October 4, 2013
Quit While You're Ahead
Many times in his life he had heard
the advice, "Know when to quit while
you're ahead." Well, hell, he thought
at last, I never get ahead. Sometimes
I catch up, but that's about it. Otherwise
I'm always behind. So I think I need
to learn to know when to quit
while I'm behind.
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the advice, "Know when to quit while
you're ahead." Well, hell, he thought
at last, I never get ahead. Sometimes
I catch up, but that's about it. Otherwise
I'm always behind. So I think I need
to learn to know when to quit
while I'm behind.
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Of Them and Of Hiram
While the others
majored in pre-law,
Hiram majored in post-law.
While they practiced
their interviewing skills,
he fell in love with women--
in particular and as a
concept. While the others
began good careers,
Hiram drove on dirt roads,
found some employment,
and wrote odd poetry.
While they took over a
political Party and insisted
on hating Black people,
Hiram read Black authors,
listened to blues, soul,
and funk, and was politically
powerless. They sold their
souls. He rented his out, but
never for very long.
They dined on the entrails
of the poor. He grew
his own vegetables.
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majored in pre-law,
Hiram majored in post-law.
While they practiced
their interviewing skills,
he fell in love with women--
in particular and as a
concept. While the others
began good careers,
Hiram drove on dirt roads,
found some employment,
and wrote odd poetry.
While they took over a
political Party and insisted
on hating Black people,
Hiram read Black authors,
listened to blues, soul,
and funk, and was politically
powerless. They sold their
souls. He rented his out, but
never for very long.
They dined on the entrails
of the poor. He grew
his own vegetables.
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Thursday, October 3, 2013
Justice
justice
just ice
just is
in just
in jest
ingest
indigest
indigestion
indigest onion
in dig est
in dig o
o blue o blue o
injustice
in jester
no justice
no jest is
no just is
no peace
know peace
know piece
no peace
no peas
no pleas
no, pleas
no place
no justice no place
just please
just pleas
just peace
just us
justice
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just ice
just is
in just
in jest
ingest
indigest
indigestion
indigest onion
in dig est
in dig o
o blue o blue o
injustice
in jester
no justice
no jest is
no just is
no peace
know peace
know piece
no peace
no peas
no pleas
no, pleas
no place
no justice no place
just please
just pleas
just peace
just us
justice
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Race/Ism
Race is mmmm.
Racism is.
Racist.
Racyst.
Resist.
Re: racism:
White, White, White
Why it, Why it, Why it
Wyatt burp
Wee, Wee, Wee
Wit, Wit, Wit
Nit, Nit, Nit
Not, Not, Not
Knot, Knot, Knot
Know, Know, Know
No, no, no, no, no
no racism no
more.
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Racism is.
Racist.
Racyst.
Resist.
Re: racism:
White, White, White
Why it, Why it, Why it
Wyatt burp
Wee, Wee, Wee
Wit, Wit, Wit
Nit, Nit, Nit
Not, Not, Not
Knot, Knot, Knot
Know, Know, Know
No, no, no, no, no
no racism no
more.
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The GOP
What used to be Eisenhower's Party
is now a toxic,
radioactive brew
of John Birch, Joseph McCarthy,
Orville Faubus, Jessie Helms,
the enfeebled Ronald Reagan,
Birth of a Nation,
the Bush Crime family,
Ayn Rand (speed freak),
and the KKK. Lord?
Help us.
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is now a toxic,
radioactive brew
of John Birch, Joseph McCarthy,
Orville Faubus, Jessie Helms,
the enfeebled Ronald Reagan,
Birth of a Nation,
the Bush Crime family,
Ayn Rand (speed freak),
and the KKK. Lord?
Help us.
hans ostrom 2013
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Sexuality
sexuality
sex you all, mais oui?
sex, oo, ah, & tea
sex, you, quality
sexual equality
sex you wall it. ee!
sex you wallet tee
sex, you all
sex you all at ease
sex, sex, sex
you, you, you
all, all, all,
it, it, it,
y, y, y
sex ual it y
fits you to a T
oh yes yes laugh at me
i like to laugh you see
i like to laugh, Lucy
you laugh, too, you/me
without humor, we
have no sexuality
we must be loose
loose/loosey, oh
sexuality
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sex you all, mais oui?
sex, oo, ah, & tea
sex, you, quality
sexual equality
sex you wall it. ee!
sex you wallet tee
sex, you all
sex you all at ease
sex, sex, sex
you, you, you
all, all, all,
it, it, it,
y, y, y
sex ual it y
fits you to a T
oh yes yes laugh at me
i like to laugh you see
i like to laugh, Lucy
you laugh, too, you/me
without humor, we
have no sexuality
we must be loose
loose/loosey, oh
sexuality
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Monday, September 30, 2013
Into
Into.
In two.
In, too.
Intuitive.
Inn, too.
Inn. Two.
Into Inn.
I, too, in.
I to in.
Into me.
Into mate.
Intimate.
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In two.
In, too.
Intuitive.
Inn, too.
Inn. Two.
Into Inn.
I, too, in.
I to in.
Into me.
Into mate.
Intimate.
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Minor Intimidations
A tag on a blanket
tells me in writing
not to remove the tag.
Removal, it notes,
is a criminal act.
Another entry, I think,
for The Encyclopedia
of Minor Intimidations.
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tells me in writing
not to remove the tag.
Removal, it notes,
is a criminal act.
Another entry, I think,
for The Encyclopedia
of Minor Intimidations.
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The Plot of the Universe
Plot, a human invention, a narrowing
we need, is something
the universe doesn't require.
For the universe
is thermodynamic
and never exactly
itself any time.
It
is infinitely, multi-
dimensionally episodic,
in all and no directions.
This is a little
story about the universe.
You tell one. It's
what we do.
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we need, is something
the universe doesn't require.
For the universe
is thermodynamic
and never exactly
itself any time.
It
is infinitely, multi-
dimensionally episodic,
in all and no directions.
This is a little
story about the universe.
You tell one. It's
what we do.
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Sunday, September 29, 2013
Friday, September 27, 2013
People Are Disappointed
When I say "October" I feel
compelled to say "again."
People are disappointed.
A military aircraft flies overhead
and makes great noise as I try to teach.
People are disappointed.
Today somebody said, "I saw a scorpion in
my house,": and her friend said, "That's impossible."
People are disappointed.
In Syria alone there are two million
refugees. And elsewhere refugees. Refugees.
People are disappointed.
Over the years, several times, I've said,
"I can't influence anything political."
People are disappointed.
Into the o's of October, I stuff
my acrid outrages, what a joke.
People are disappointed.
I tried to tell someone about jazz,and the
person said, "You mean like Light Jazz on FM?"
People are disappointed.
I think I've died a hundred times, and yet
I still look forward to death.
People are disappointed.
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compelled to say "again."
People are disappointed.
A military aircraft flies overhead
and makes great noise as I try to teach.
People are disappointed.
Today somebody said, "I saw a scorpion in
my house,": and her friend said, "That's impossible."
People are disappointed.
In Syria alone there are two million
refugees. And elsewhere refugees. Refugees.
People are disappointed.
Over the years, several times, I've said,
"I can't influence anything political."
People are disappointed.
Into the o's of October, I stuff
my acrid outrages, what a joke.
People are disappointed.
I tried to tell someone about jazz,and the
person said, "You mean like Light Jazz on FM?"
People are disappointed.
I think I've died a hundred times, and yet
I still look forward to death.
People are disappointed.
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Thursday, September 26, 2013
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
The Organoids
I enjoy how science hunts down philosophy
like a big cat on a plain:
the clever bastards now make
organoids--
yes, that's right, brains
in vats, the old
thought-experiment.
Yes, of course, maybe
it's a case of brains in vats
imagining
they're making brains in vats;
and of
other brains in vats imagining
they're reading and writing
about same. Alas, not likely.
Occam's Razor slices a leak
in vats of that sort.
I do hope there is a neo-funk-
rock-digital-punk-post-sexual
band out there now named
"The Organoids." That,
by the way, is something my
brain thought, some meager
morsel a big cat might snack on.
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like a big cat on a plain:
the clever bastards now make
organoids--
yes, that's right, brains
in vats, the old
thought-experiment.
Yes, of course, maybe
it's a case of brains in vats
imagining
they're making brains in vats;
and of
other brains in vats imagining
they're reading and writing
about same. Alas, not likely.
Occam's Razor slices a leak
in vats of that sort.
I do hope there is a neo-funk-
rock-digital-punk-post-sexual
band out there now named
"The Organoids." That,
by the way, is something my
brain thought, some meager
morsel a big cat might snack on.
hans ostrom 2013
Monday, September 23, 2013
In the Chambers of the Sounds
Hearing the off-off-beat rhythms,
sonic schisms. Hear-
ing the syncopations out of
diasporic nations: ah, the
daughters sweat when they dance
and they laugh into lances of light. Ah,
the world, too much, in its trembling
under the weight and the hate
of its machineries: beat-
en down. One mind's
a mental gleanery, a picking up
of bits from a mowed-down
psychic scenery. Hear-
ing sounds made of sounds recorded
sounds effected now, an overlooping
digi-lapping mix-re-mixification,
queen and princess and
good king syntheslaus
at the feast of even beatsintune.
Hearing
the on beat, off-again
ch- ch- ch-echoing
in the chambered
arterials,
air-displaced materials,
endless musi-chilled imp-
rovisations,
hearing.
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sonic schisms. Hear-
ing the syncopations out of
diasporic nations: ah, the
daughters sweat when they dance
and they laugh into lances of light. Ah,
the world, too much, in its trembling
under the weight and the hate
of its machineries: beat-
en down. One mind's
a mental gleanery, a picking up
of bits from a mowed-down
psychic scenery. Hear-
ing sounds made of sounds recorded
sounds effected now, an overlooping
digi-lapping mix-re-mixification,
queen and princess and
good king syntheslaus
at the feast of even beatsintune.
Hearing
the on beat, off-again
ch- ch- ch-echoing
in the chambered
arterials,
air-displaced materials,
endless musi-chilled imp-
rovisations,
hearing.
hans ostrom 2013
Friday, September 20, 2013
Animal Authors
Ernest Hummingbird
Emily Cricketson
J.D. Salamander
Charles Chickens
Jane Mothsten
Leo Toadstoy
Herman Moleville
William Bobcat Williams
Otter Conan Doyle
Flea S. Eliot
Percy Fish Shelley
William Rattler Yeats
William Snakespeare
Margaret Catwood
Allen Ginsbug
Albert Camoose
Franz Calfka
Charles Bucrowski
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Emily Cricketson
J.D. Salamander
Charles Chickens
Jane Mothsten
Leo Toadstoy
Herman Moleville
William Bobcat Williams
Otter Conan Doyle
Flea S. Eliot
Percy Fish Shelley
William Rattler Yeats
William Snakespeare
Margaret Catwood
Allen Ginsbug
Albert Camoose
Franz Calfka
Charles Bucrowski
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Wednesday, September 18, 2013
The Sheriff Has Absconded
You touch the moon on water,
a century collapses into a train
& the engine's light shines
on tracks, which ladder up
from night into a blue dawn
buttered. And now unfixed
factories march across
a plain to kidnap fugitive
workers. You're at red
rim-rock's edge, watching
all of this--you,
the emperor of images,
brewer of creosote beer,
melter of topaz, escaped
sheriff.
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a century collapses into a train
& the engine's light shines
on tracks, which ladder up
from night into a blue dawn
buttered. And now unfixed
factories march across
a plain to kidnap fugitive
workers. You're at red
rim-rock's edge, watching
all of this--you,
the emperor of images,
brewer of creosote beer,
melter of topaz, escaped
sheriff.
hans ostrom 2013
Monday, September 16, 2013
All Are All Alone
All are all alone
in the cave of the cranium.
Data and, via language, guests
may enter. Only the one
lives there though, bent over
a fire, cool-napping or
listening to underground streams
and echoes of screams.
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in the cave of the cranium.
Data and, via language, guests
may enter. Only the one
lives there though, bent over
a fire, cool-napping or
listening to underground streams
and echoes of screams.
hans ostrom 2013
Friday, September 13, 2013
Self-Contradiction Blues
Self-Contradiction Blues
"I am an atheist who says his prayers"
--Karl Shapiro, The Bourgeois Poet
He's a hick who got
cosmopolized, a fierce
coward and a timid stalwart.
He's a shrewd fool, a
half-assed genius, and
a morbidly morose optimist.
He adores libraries
and hates the intelligentsia.
He considers himself
a feminist but would stare
at women's naked breasts
until the end of Time,
transfixed, forever adolescent.
He's a lost soul but a found
failure, lazy and obsessive,
driven and languorous.
An over-achiever who
never measured up. A
glad-handing recluse,
quick and dull, exuberant
and plodding, fanciful,
serious, frivolous. He's
nothing but exists.
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"I am an atheist who says his prayers"
--Karl Shapiro, The Bourgeois Poet
He's a hick who got
cosmopolized, a fierce
coward and a timid stalwart.
He's a shrewd fool, a
half-assed genius, and
a morbidly morose optimist.
He adores libraries
and hates the intelligentsia.
He considers himself
a feminist but would stare
at women's naked breasts
until the end of Time,
transfixed, forever adolescent.
He's a lost soul but a found
failure, lazy and obsessive,
driven and languorous.
An over-achiever who
never measured up. A
glad-handing recluse,
quick and dull, exuberant
and plodding, fanciful,
serious, frivolous. He's
nothing but exists.
hans ostrom 2013
Education
She says,
I took the post because
I wanted to teach students
English. Well, all right,
I also needed to earn
a living. In the classroom,
there was boredom. And noise,
endless noise. Most of the students
were distracted by their poverty,
hunger, hormones, phones, talk,
music, and self-loathing.
Outside the classroom,
the corridor was always
crowded, with parents,
administrators, politicians,
consultants, pastors, priests,
rabbis, police, coaches,
pimps, pundits, and God.
The crowd pressed
against the door every day.
In other words, I never
had a chance; worse,
they never had a chance--
the students: you remember
them. She says,
Now I'm a clerk at a
building-supply company.
It's easier, and it pays
the bills, I admit. It
doesn't feel crucial to me,
though, like education
used to feel.
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I took the post because
I wanted to teach students
English. Well, all right,
I also needed to earn
a living. In the classroom,
there was boredom. And noise,
endless noise. Most of the students
were distracted by their poverty,
hunger, hormones, phones, talk,
music, and self-loathing.
Outside the classroom,
the corridor was always
crowded, with parents,
administrators, politicians,
consultants, pastors, priests,
rabbis, police, coaches,
pimps, pundits, and God.
The crowd pressed
against the door every day.
In other words, I never
had a chance; worse,
they never had a chance--
the students: you remember
them. She says,
Now I'm a clerk at a
building-supply company.
It's easier, and it pays
the bills, I admit. It
doesn't feel crucial to me,
though, like education
used to feel.
hans ostrom 2013
Thursday, September 12, 2013
America's Bible Challenge
I shit you not, Brethren,
a cable-network in the U.S.A.
has added a game-show
called "America's Bible Challenge"
to
its
lineup.
The "host" (hear me, people)
is a smart man who became a
stand-up (hear me, people)
comedian with a hick-schtick.
Just before the break,
he says, "Our two teams
are backstage studying
for the Revelation Challenge!
There is twenty thousand dollars
on
the
line!"
You cannot make this shit up,
sisters and brothers. What
the fuck did Jesus Christ
and Moses, for example and
e.g., do to America that
America would make such
an unholy motherfucking
carnival (and I do apologize
for my language) out of
the
Bible?
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a cable-network in the U.S.A.
has added a game-show
called "America's Bible Challenge"
to
its
lineup.
The "host" (hear me, people)
is a smart man who became a
stand-up (hear me, people)
comedian with a hick-schtick.
Just before the break,
he says, "Our two teams
are backstage studying
for the Revelation Challenge!
There is twenty thousand dollars
on
the
line!"
You cannot make this shit up,
sisters and brothers. What
the fuck did Jesus Christ
and Moses, for example and
e.g., do to America that
America would make such
an unholy motherfucking
carnival (and I do apologize
for my language) out of
the
Bible?
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Jesus Reminder
And the Man said,
the name is Jesus Christ.
Jesus Christ.
Not Jesus Price
or Jesus Pri$e,
not Jesus Whites
or Jesus Right or
Jesus Lite.
Certainly not
Jesus Might or Jesus
Might-is-Right, and
no not Jesus Kike.
Nor Jesus Flight,
as in your wealth-gospel's
corporate jet. Nor
Jesus Blights. Okay?
Not Jesus Sites,
as in a real estate de-
velopment, or Jesus Sights,
as in the things you
aim your guns with.
And the people, they
got a little quiet.
And then they started
talking, too much, again.
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the name is Jesus Christ.
Jesus Christ.
Not Jesus Price
or Jesus Pri$e,
not Jesus Whites
or Jesus Right or
Jesus Lite.
Certainly not
Jesus Might or Jesus
Might-is-Right, and
no not Jesus Kike.
Nor Jesus Flight,
as in your wealth-gospel's
corporate jet. Nor
Jesus Blights. Okay?
Not Jesus Sites,
as in a real estate de-
velopment, or Jesus Sights,
as in the things you
aim your guns with.
And the people, they
got a little quiet.
And then they started
talking, too much, again.
hans ostrom
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
The Topic of Your Thighs
Your thighs are and are not
like warm, supple glass. They
make me think of seven golden
horses galloping across a field
of black grass; thus, I must
disrupt the senator's speech--
and instantly find myself
stopped, frisked, tazed,
Mirandized, Godoted, Kafkaed,
NSAed, SWATted, and entered
into the system. Why, why
did I stray
from
the topic of your thighs?
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like warm, supple glass. They
make me think of seven golden
horses galloping across a field
of black grass; thus, I must
disrupt the senator's speech--
and instantly find myself
stopped, frisked, tazed,
Mirandized, Godoted, Kafkaed,
NSAed, SWATted, and entered
into the system. Why, why
did I stray
from
the topic of your thighs?
hans ostrom 2013
Are Reviews Necessary?
I don't know: are reviews necessary?
I mean, of books and movies, and so on? I've written some.
Quite a few. I don't the genre. I was almost
always kind, beyond fair. But the
question is more general (who
cares about me?) Many
reviewers seem like little brave,
yapping dogs. They bark
at the stone-mason walking by
as they imagine they're guarding
the huge stone mansion behind
them (Art). They imagine the mansion.
Others are like dogs
that indiscriminately sniff
the boots of anybody
walking by. Everything
excites them. That's not so bad.
A lot of reviews and reviewers
are pleasant to read. Some
reviews save time--you get
the idea of a history book,
or one on science. That's
a service. Otherwise, I'm
just not sure: are
reviews necessary?
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I mean, of books and movies, and so on? I've written some.
Quite a few. I don't the genre. I was almost
always kind, beyond fair. But the
question is more general (who
cares about me?) Many
reviewers seem like little brave,
yapping dogs. They bark
at the stone-mason walking by
as they imagine they're guarding
the huge stone mansion behind
them (Art). They imagine the mansion.
Others are like dogs
that indiscriminately sniff
the boots of anybody
walking by. Everything
excites them. That's not so bad.
A lot of reviews and reviewers
are pleasant to read. Some
reviews save time--you get
the idea of a history book,
or one on science. That's
a service. Otherwise, I'm
just not sure: are
reviews necessary?
hans ostrom 2013
Monday, September 9, 2013
Those Weren't The Days
I found your aluminum parachute.
You weren't nearby, thank goodness.
I still have your wood carving
of a chainsaw. Cute.
(Using a tractor),I ran across
a photo of you and me.
I don't miss you but I still talk
about you to people, mentioning
your hammer-toe and other
minor flaws. Ah, you and I,
back then. In fact, those
weren't the days, my friend.
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You weren't nearby, thank goodness.
I still have your wood carving
of a chainsaw. Cute.
(Using a tractor),I ran across
a photo of you and me.
I don't miss you but I still talk
about you to people, mentioning
your hammer-toe and other
minor flaws. Ah, you and I,
back then. In fact, those
weren't the days, my friend.
hans ostrom 2013
Friday, September 6, 2013
What Should I Watch?
Wow, I can order, like a general,
movies on my TV! On Demand, with a
price. So: On Pay. That's
kind of cute. I see what
you did there. What should I watch?
How about the tenth sequel based
on a fucking comic book, with a short
actor dressed in latex
and a plot
as predictable
as a
bowel
movement
and credits
as long as
the Bataan
Death March?
How about the 15th gangster movie
from the noted director who makes
gangster movies with short actors
who have New York accents and
play at being tough, with make-up
and all? Bada-Boom, Bada-Wadda-
Dada could you please just
stop talking, stop
talking
in
that
accent?
How about a film in which Black
women actors play maids or whores?
Or another film with the wrinkled,
70-year-old actor whose eyes look
like charcoal piss-holes in the snow?
He will be paired with a woman
who has had her faced carved
by switch-blade Frankenstein
cosmetic surgeons in Beverly Hills.
Or another political thriller
in which a short man with a broad
female ass plays a rogue agent
who is American
who is American
who is American
who blows up shit
who glows up shit
and flows up shit and
who never grows up? Shit!
How about a goddamned puppet-movie?
Or a virtual puppet-movie, with
that digital puppet-crap they
invented? Yeah, a talking fucking
car, a virtual teddy bear, all of it
"voiced" by members of this
bizarre celebrity oligarchy
that invites world leaders
to parties in Malibu, pays
people to carry dogs no bigger
than postage stamp, and gets
high-colonic enemas in Costa Rica?
Oh, I know. A romantic comedy,
in which the actress, who is 45,
plays a flirty nerd who is,
I shit you not, supposed to be
less than 30. You know, one
of those romantic comedies
that isn't romantic or funny
but basically a set of still photos
paired with frozen jokes
and inept physical stunts?
Jesus Moses Sebastian Mohammed
Buddha Bogart, what ever
happened to timing?
Oh, wait. There's another movie
by that guy who is 108 years old
and jacks off to kiddy-porn
and lives in New York
and is important
and gets the financing
and gets the financing
and has a broker
and is afraid of anybody
not White
and is
a
genius
and is
a genius
and is
and is
and is
and is
a genius? Have
you seen his
latest movie?
Oh, it's wonderful.
It's set in a famous city
that middle-class
Americans
visit
by
the
millions. He
is a
genius. Have
you seen it? Oh,
he is wonderful. Oh,
I love
his
movies.
Yes, please, a movie
by the hick-genius
who made one good movie
and who is short
and talks tough
and now says "we"
when he means "I"
and is no doubt
and is no doubt
thought to be smart
in Hollywood.
Better yet, a movie
with one of the three
older Black male actors
who get work in Hollywood.
One has a voice but doesn't act.
One acts but doesn't have a voice.
The third acts and has a voice
but is just a bit too
talented to be safe.
"A Black man in Hollywood ..."
say those in the know. Inside
joke.
Imagine if people, seriously,
Occupied Hollywood. Imagine
progressive, suave poseurs
having to call the police
to have the police
beat up the people. Imagine,
that is, Hollywood
without the makeup,
no longer the last
institution that is
beyond
scrutiny,
beyond
contempt.
Imagine Hollywood
on
the
run,
shitting
its
pants,
stuck
in its BMW,
stuck
in a mob. Cut!
Wow. I think I'll
watch
that.
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movies on my TV! On Demand, with a
price. So: On Pay. That's
kind of cute. I see what
you did there. What should I watch?
How about the tenth sequel based
on a fucking comic book, with a short
actor dressed in latex
and a plot
as predictable
as a
bowel
movement
and credits
as long as
the Bataan
Death March?
How about the 15th gangster movie
from the noted director who makes
gangster movies with short actors
who have New York accents and
play at being tough, with make-up
and all? Bada-Boom, Bada-Wadda-
Dada could you please just
stop talking, stop
talking
in
that
accent?
How about a film in which Black
women actors play maids or whores?
Or another film with the wrinkled,
70-year-old actor whose eyes look
like charcoal piss-holes in the snow?
He will be paired with a woman
who has had her faced carved
by switch-blade Frankenstein
cosmetic surgeons in Beverly Hills.
Or another political thriller
in which a short man with a broad
female ass plays a rogue agent
who is American
who is American
who is American
who blows up shit
who glows up shit
and flows up shit and
who never grows up? Shit!
How about a goddamned puppet-movie?
Or a virtual puppet-movie, with
that digital puppet-crap they
invented? Yeah, a talking fucking
car, a virtual teddy bear, all of it
"voiced" by members of this
bizarre celebrity oligarchy
that invites world leaders
to parties in Malibu, pays
people to carry dogs no bigger
than postage stamp, and gets
high-colonic enemas in Costa Rica?
Oh, I know. A romantic comedy,
in which the actress, who is 45,
plays a flirty nerd who is,
I shit you not, supposed to be
less than 30. You know, one
of those romantic comedies
that isn't romantic or funny
but basically a set of still photos
paired with frozen jokes
and inept physical stunts?
Jesus Moses Sebastian Mohammed
Buddha Bogart, what ever
happened to timing?
Oh, wait. There's another movie
by that guy who is 108 years old
and jacks off to kiddy-porn
and lives in New York
and is important
and gets the financing
and gets the financing
and has a broker
and is afraid of anybody
not White
and is
a
genius
and is
a genius
and is
and is
and is
and is
a genius? Have
you seen his
latest movie?
Oh, it's wonderful.
It's set in a famous city
that middle-class
Americans
visit
by
the
millions. He
is a
genius. Have
you seen it? Oh,
he is wonderful. Oh,
I love
his
movies.
Yes, please, a movie
by the hick-genius
who made one good movie
and who is short
and talks tough
and now says "we"
when he means "I"
and is no doubt
and is no doubt
thought to be smart
in Hollywood.
Better yet, a movie
with one of the three
older Black male actors
who get work in Hollywood.
One has a voice but doesn't act.
One acts but doesn't have a voice.
The third acts and has a voice
but is just a bit too
talented to be safe.
"A Black man in Hollywood ..."
say those in the know. Inside
joke.
Imagine if people, seriously,
Occupied Hollywood. Imagine
progressive, suave poseurs
having to call the police
to have the police
beat up the people. Imagine,
that is, Hollywood
without the makeup,
no longer the last
institution that is
beyond
scrutiny,
beyond
contempt.
Imagine Hollywood
on
the
run,
shitting
its
pants,
stuck
in its BMW,
stuck
in a mob. Cut!
Wow. I think I'll
watch
that.
hans ostrom 2013
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
I Like Missing
I like missing California. Do
you? I like California twilights,
blue. And perfume of the women,
swoosh, going by. And the going by,
the gone. I miss the gone,
the streetlights popping on,
Chevy Impalas as low-to-asphalt
as lizards. And I like
missing bitter smoke of burnt
alfalfa fields & also
valley oaks never seeming
to move, great clouds
of black-green. And I like
missing everything that's
wrong-careening and wrong,
excessive and wrong, about it,
about it all, the bursting
all of California, God
help us.
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you? I like California twilights,
blue. And perfume of the women,
swoosh, going by. And the going by,
the gone. I miss the gone,
the streetlights popping on,
Chevy Impalas as low-to-asphalt
as lizards. And I like
missing bitter smoke of burnt
alfalfa fields & also
valley oaks never seeming
to move, great clouds
of black-green. And I like
missing everything that's
wrong-careening and wrong,
excessive and wrong, about it,
about it all, the bursting
all of California, God
help us.
hans ostrom 2013
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Birch Trees, White Folks
I've come to expect
white folks who used to
behave like "liberals"
to bend Right at the slightest
urging of confusion,
the tiniest testing
of their privilege.
Like white birch trees,
they grow crooked
and drip sap. The scars
on their white bark
are black. These
become hieroglyphs
that tell of interminable
injustice, of an unrelenting
white illness.
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Monday, July 1, 2013
A Pigeon in Rome
A pigeon strutted
into a bar on the
Via Veneto. This was
not the first course
of a joke, although
when the pigeon spoke,
it said, "Yes, I know
my head goes forth
and back. I have feathers
not funds. Allow
me some crumbs."
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into a bar on the
Via Veneto. This was
not the first course
of a joke, although
when the pigeon spoke,
it said, "Yes, I know
my head goes forth
and back. I have feathers
not funds. Allow
me some crumbs."
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Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Taking A Break
I'm taking a break from the blog for a while.
I'll see you in the Funny Papers.
CM, you can take me off your route.
I'll see you in the Funny Papers.
CM, you can take me off your route.
If You Judge Me
I saw her thinking and thought
she was thinking of them this:
If you judge me, do it silently.
Don't sentence me
to listening to the noise
of your opinions.
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she was thinking of them this:
If you judge me, do it silently.
Don't sentence me
to listening to the noise
of your opinions.
hans ostrom 2013
Monday, June 17, 2013
Two Important Activities
(based on found language, facebook)
In my retirement,
I do two important activities. First,
I always keep a close eye on my
stocks. Secondly,
we like to travel to new places.
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In my retirement,
I do two important activities. First,
I always keep a close eye on my
stocks. Secondly,
we like to travel to new places.
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Sunday, June 16, 2013
Father's Day: "Bear Nearby"
My father (1920-1997) spent a good portion of his life hunting bears, observing them, cursing them (not really) for breaking down his apple trees and devouring the fruit, and so on.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Saturday, June 8, 2013
The Lost Poems
Sometimes I think
of all the great poems
lost to us through
one happenstance
or another. They
gleam like rare
stones lying on the
face of another
galaxy's moon.
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of all the great poems
lost to us through
one happenstance
or another. They
gleam like rare
stones lying on the
face of another
galaxy's moon.
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Friday, June 7, 2013
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Istanbul
In that city, small shops
formed hives of work and talk
and tradition. Birds whirled,
wheeled in flight, dove above
dusty trees at dusk. Voices
called, young and old. There
was the voice of the boy in
the alley calling for his friend,
"Ahhhhh-maaaad!" There were
the voices of the calls
to prayer. That city was a place
of tough vitality. Ferocity
and beauty shone in dark eyes.
Oh, yes, we recalled that
James Baldwin loved it here.
There was a seduction of breezes
after the sun went down. In that
city, acres of red-tiled
roof-tops accepted light and heat,
and people there accepted
their lives, their condition--
for the time being.
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formed hives of work and talk
and tradition. Birds whirled,
wheeled in flight, dove above
dusty trees at dusk. Voices
called, young and old. There
was the voice of the boy in
the alley calling for his friend,
"Ahhhhh-maaaad!" There were
the voices of the calls
to prayer. That city was a place
of tough vitality. Ferocity
and beauty shone in dark eyes.
Oh, yes, we recalled that
James Baldwin loved it here.
There was a seduction of breezes
after the sun went down. In that
city, acres of red-tiled
roof-tops accepted light and heat,
and people there accepted
their lives, their condition--
for the time being.
Hans Ostrom 2013
Monday, June 3, 2013
The Back-And-Forth
They forced him
to go shopping
but he got back
at them by having
all their memos
drained from
his consciousness.
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to go shopping
but he got back
at them by having
all their memos
drained from
his consciousness.
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Friday, May 31, 2013
Poetry Isn't War
Plath advised, "Write with blood." That's not
necessary unless you're imprisoned. Poetry's
not war. Writers like to give melodramatic
advice and even take it sometimes. That's
their problem. Write the best way you know
how. Ink--real and virtual--works just fine.
Don't kill yourself--because then you can't
write anything. Unless you're really oppressed,
don't force yourself to act as if you are.
They like to keep Plath's morbid celebrity
alive. They have their reasons, I guess.
I recoil from those. Read Plath's poems.
Many of them are very good. That is enough.
More of them would have been even better.
Life, life, life: poetry is life.
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necessary unless you're imprisoned. Poetry's
not war. Writers like to give melodramatic
advice and even take it sometimes. That's
their problem. Write the best way you know
how. Ink--real and virtual--works just fine.
Don't kill yourself--because then you can't
write anything. Unless you're really oppressed,
don't force yourself to act as if you are.
They like to keep Plath's morbid celebrity
alive. They have their reasons, I guess.
I recoil from those. Read Plath's poems.
Many of them are very good. That is enough.
More of them would have been even better.
Life, life, life: poetry is life.
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Qualifications
I have a Ph.D. in Foolish,
with specializations in
Impulsive and Awkward.
I earned a certificate in
Befuddled--and pursued
additional training in Perplexed.
"You're kind of a fuck-up,
aren't you?" I asked myself.
"Yes, yes I am," I replied,
"but you're no goddamned bargain."
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with specializations in
Impulsive and Awkward.
I earned a certificate in
Befuddled--and pursued
additional training in Perplexed.
"You're kind of a fuck-up,
aren't you?" I asked myself.
"Yes, yes I am," I replied,
"but you're no goddamned bargain."
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In Pursuit of Happiness
Headquarters, be advised,
we are in pursuit of happiness.
Officer is down
on his knees, praying
for redemption. Alleged
miscreant has been advised
of his lights,
and is rising in a red sky.
Moses and Christ,
also Buddha and Allah,
we ask:
what has happened
to our species,
which achieves, achieves,
but that is all?
Headquarters, please
copy our call.
We are over. We are out.
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we are in pursuit of happiness.
Officer is down
on his knees, praying
for redemption. Alleged
miscreant has been advised
of his lights,
and is rising in a red sky.
Moses and Christ,
also Buddha and Allah,
we ask:
what has happened
to our species,
which achieves, achieves,
but that is all?
Headquarters, please
copy our call.
We are over. We are out.
hans ostrom 2013
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Re-Posting One for Memorial Day: "For Charles Epps"
For Charles Epps
(1953-1971)
What's left these 38 years after Charlie
died? The same as what was left a minute
after he died: an avalanche of absence.
I've visited the grave. I always go alone. I
let morbidity, a pettiness, arise, think
of what's under ground, including
the baseball uniform in which they put
his body. It's easy to move past small,
awful thoughts. What's left to resolve?
Everything. He ought to be alive. God
knows that as well as I. My knowledge
stops there. I don't know why he died,
only how, when, where, and with whom--
Sonny Ellis. Their death numbed,
scandalized, and scarred me, but so what?
I got to live at least 38 years more
than they. When I die, so will my grief,
and so it goes. Like an instinctive,
migratory mourner, I think of Charlie
at least four times a year and every May
and try to think of something more to say.
Copyright 2009 Hans Ostrom
(1953-1971)
What's left these 38 years after Charlie
died? The same as what was left a minute
after he died: an avalanche of absence.
I've visited the grave. I always go alone. I
let morbidity, a pettiness, arise, think
of what's under ground, including
the baseball uniform in which they put
his body. It's easy to move past small,
awful thoughts. What's left to resolve?
Everything. He ought to be alive. God
knows that as well as I. My knowledge
stops there. I don't know why he died,
only how, when, where, and with whom--
Sonny Ellis. Their death numbed,
scandalized, and scarred me, but so what?
I got to live at least 38 years more
than they. When I die, so will my grief,
and so it goes. Like an instinctive,
migratory mourner, I think of Charlie
at least four times a year and every May
and try to think of something more to say.
Copyright 2009 Hans Ostrom
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Monday, May 20, 2013
We Are In the Waiting Room
The waiting room waits for us
to move through it. Magazines
collect like silt. We try to collect
each other's thoughts; fail;
return to our own. The waiting room
is quieter than most places
of worship. A door opens rudely.
The caller of names holds
a file, speaks two words brusquely.
One of us gets up. No one
says goodbye or good luck.
Those remaining settle too quickly
back into waiting. We've become
like birds on a roost at dusk.
The world cannot end as long as
there are waiting rooms
because that would be too dramatic.
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to move through it. Magazines
collect like silt. We try to collect
each other's thoughts; fail;
return to our own. The waiting room
is quieter than most places
of worship. A door opens rudely.
The caller of names holds
a file, speaks two words brusquely.
One of us gets up. No one
says goodbye or good luck.
Those remaining settle too quickly
back into waiting. We've become
like birds on a roost at dusk.
The world cannot end as long as
there are waiting rooms
because that would be too dramatic.
Hans Ostrom 2013
Sunday, May 19, 2013
"Choking It Back"
Today I happened to be
watching a cat choke back
the urge to vomit
a hair-ball just
as I was thinking of
the sheer number of Americans
who, first, consider themselves
White and, second, simply
cannot abide even the thought
of a Black man as President.
I want to say to them,
Vomit up that hatred, first,
and, second, read a
goddamned history book.
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watching a cat choke back
the urge to vomit
a hair-ball just
as I was thinking of
the sheer number of Americans
who, first, consider themselves
White and, second, simply
cannot abide even the thought
of a Black man as President.
I want to say to them,
Vomit up that hatred, first,
and, second, read a
goddamned history book.
hans ostrom 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Monday, May 13, 2013
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Friday, May 10, 2013
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Gary Snyder's Birthday Today
It is Gary Snyder's birthday today. My favorite books of poems by him is The Back Country. He was born in San Francisco in 1930.
Here is a brief selection from his nonfiction book, The Practice of the Wild:
Here is a brief selection from his nonfiction book, The Practice of the Wild:
Monday, May 6, 2013
They Don't Want to Hear From You
Lou, they don’t want
to hear from you. They
don’t want to see
anything you do.
You don’t belong, Lou.
So how long you going
to keep asking to be
considered? Lou,
you were born behind
and never caught up.
Stubborn’s not a talent
they’re looking for.
If they had wanted you,
they would have sent
for you by now, Lou. They
would have sent for you.
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to hear from you. They
don’t want to see
anything you do.
You don’t belong, Lou.
So how long you going
to keep asking to be
considered? Lou,
you were born behind
and never caught up.
Stubborn’s not a talent
they’re looking for.
If they had wanted you,
they would have sent
for you by now, Lou. They
would have sent for you.
Hans Ostrom
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Friday, May 3, 2013
Consumocracy Blues
They're spending what they don't have
on stuff that they don't need.
Yeah, they're spending what they don't have
on things they do not need.
Maybe they need to slide into
life with a simpler creed.
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on stuff that they don't need.
Yeah, they're spending what they don't have
on things they do not need.
Maybe they need to slide into
life with a simpler creed.
hans ostrom 2013
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
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