Showing posts with label absurdity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label absurdity. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Friday, April 18, 2014
"Canal Dream," by Hans Ostrom
Oh, lovely nightmare
of the canal and futile,
panicked paddling, I do
love to wake from you
with you. A film
of absurd residue
coats my grogged
consciousness. You
depart like a cool
lover. I get up and
get into a day,
which joins other
days I haven't understood.
Dearest canal-nightmare,
you're so easy
by contrast to these
lived days. I enjoy
working with you.
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of the canal and futile,
panicked paddling, I do
love to wake from you
with you. A film
of absurd residue
coats my grogged
consciousness. You
depart like a cool
lover. I get up and
get into a day,
which joins other
days I haven't understood.
Dearest canal-nightmare,
you're so easy
by contrast to these
lived days. I enjoy
working with you.
hans ostrom 2014
Friday, April 4, 2014
"She's Checking," by Hans Ostrom
in the Parkway Tavern, Tacoma,
i'd been drinking lemonade
for a half-hour or so.
a different waitress
came to the table. i
wondered if waitresses
and waiters like
to be called servers
now or not. i kept
this question to myself.
anyway, she said,
"what are you drinking?"
i said, "lemonade."
she said, "we don't have
lemonade." i said,
"i have been drinking
lemonade." she said,
"well, i'll check."
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i'd been drinking lemonade
for a half-hour or so.
a different waitress
came to the table. i
wondered if waitresses
and waiters like
to be called servers
now or not. i kept
this question to myself.
anyway, she said,
"what are you drinking?"
i said, "lemonade."
she said, "we don't have
lemonade." i said,
"i have been drinking
lemonade." she said,
"well, i'll check."
hans ostrom
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
You've Been One of Those
After you don't, in fact, get it
done, or after they don't let you in,
you sit at a table and look across
at yourself. You stare, shrug, and smile.
For you know it's all been a comedy,
a practical joke:
you knocked on a door and produced
no sound, then found out
it was the wrong door anyway.
You then come to think that
you've been one of those
who sometimes help others
get what they want to do done,
who hear the knocking
and open up.
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done, or after they don't let you in,
you sit at a table and look across
at yourself. You stare, shrug, and smile.
For you know it's all been a comedy,
a practical joke:
you knocked on a door and produced
no sound, then found out
it was the wrong door anyway.
You then come to think that
you've been one of those
who sometimes help others
get what they want to do done,
who hear the knocking
and open up.
hans ostrom 2014
Friday, November 22, 2013
Time to Move
When Daddy started growing antlers
out of his temples,
we decided it was time
to move away from Chemical County.
After they were arrested
and held without bail or a
hearing in a converted warehouse,
one of them had the idea
of reciting Eisenhower's
speech about the military-
industrial complex. They did.
They recited it. And then
they were moved to another
facility. Facility.
After she attempted to burn
all my clothes and kept
leaving cat-carcasses
on my doorstep, I decided
it might be time
to make the move of
re-thinking our relationship.
She shouted as loud as she
could at the people, and they
obviously did not hear her,
so it was then that she knew
she had moved into
a ghost's existence. Which
was fine with her.
hans ostrom 2013
out of his temples,
we decided it was time
to move away from Chemical County.
After they were arrested
and held without bail or a
hearing in a converted warehouse,
one of them had the idea
of reciting Eisenhower's
speech about the military-
industrial complex. They did.
They recited it. And then
they were moved to another
facility. Facility.
After she attempted to burn
all my clothes and kept
leaving cat-carcasses
on my doorstep, I decided
it might be time
to make the move of
re-thinking our relationship.
She shouted as loud as she
could at the people, and they
obviously did not hear her,
so it was then that she knew
she had moved into
a ghost's existence. Which
was fine with her.
hans ostrom 2013
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
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.
hans ostrom 2013
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?
hans ostrom 2013
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
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.
hans ostrom 2013
to go shopping
but he got back
at them by having
all their memos
drained from
his consciousness.
hans ostrom 2013
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Financial Advice
"Mr. Debit, we advise you to put part
of yourself in stocks and part in bonds.
These punishments should occur in the
Town Square, as penance for your miserable
money-managing skills, and as an example
to all. Unfortunately, your folio seems
never to have left port. It's taking on water
and barnacles. Our projections indicate
you'll be able to retire uncomfortably
when all the mountains run into the sea.
By then, the National Economy
shall have melted, leaving a residue
of prosperity. In those far-off days,
travel by burro, but don't go near
the fortresses of the mega-rich
and super-celebrated. From bastions,
their minions will train designer-weapons
on you. You must understand that from
the wealthy's point of view, few
things drive down property-values
more than semi-retired, Quixotic
geezers sitting atop humble beasts.
Currently, your liquid assets fit
into a shot-glass and may be
downed in one gulp. Among
your liabilities is you. Please
try harder to be a credit to
yourself. Crawl low. Pray high,
and, incidentally, fuck you."
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of yourself in stocks and part in bonds.
These punishments should occur in the
Town Square, as penance for your miserable
money-managing skills, and as an example
to all. Unfortunately, your folio seems
never to have left port. It's taking on water
and barnacles. Our projections indicate
you'll be able to retire uncomfortably
when all the mountains run into the sea.
By then, the National Economy
shall have melted, leaving a residue
of prosperity. In those far-off days,
travel by burro, but don't go near
the fortresses of the mega-rich
and super-celebrated. From bastions,
their minions will train designer-weapons
on you. You must understand that from
the wealthy's point of view, few
things drive down property-values
more than semi-retired, Quixotic
geezers sitting atop humble beasts.
Currently, your liquid assets fit
into a shot-glass and may be
downed in one gulp. Among
your liabilities is you. Please
try harder to be a credit to
yourself. Crawl low. Pray high,
and, incidentally, fuck you."
copyright 2013 hans ostrom
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Overheard: It Changes, and It's Changing
The problem with
having everything online
is that it changes
all the time, and
it's changing.
--Hans Ostrom 2013
having everything online
is that it changes
all the time, and
it's changing.
--Hans Ostrom 2013
Found Poem: They're All Dead, Ashes
Message on my phone
when I arrived home that
I was late for the grooming
appointment for my animals.
They'll be hard to groom.
They're all dead, ashes.....
found Feb. 27 2013
hans ostrom 2013
when I arrived home that
I was late for the grooming
appointment for my animals.
They'll be hard to groom.
They're all dead, ashes.....
found Feb. 27 2013
hans ostrom 2013
Friday, February 8, 2013
No Answer to the Ocean
It's like this, maybe: A tide comes in.
It brings things you come to believe.
There they are, objects on glassy sand.
They're what's come of all your coping.
A stone, a crab-shell, a worn piece of
wood, a string of kelp. They're no answer
to the ocean. They don't add up to a code.
You keep walking on the beach,
trying to figure things out. There's
nothing wrong with that--walking,
wondering. What are you hoping for?
Hans Ostrom
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Mentioned Honorably
This is to inform
you that you received
an Honorable Mention
in the recent publication,
Who's Who In Global Obscurity.
hans ostrom 2013
you that you received
an Honorable Mention
in the recent publication,
Who's Who In Global Obscurity.
hans ostrom 2013
Friday, November 2, 2012
The Economy Needs the Poor
“The economy needs the poor,” says
a wee lad on the precipice of a bachelor
of arts in economics to me. He’s the son
of some remote dickhead CEO in France
One of the brightest students I’ve ever taught,
a Black and Latina woman from
Oakland (she likes the 49ers, I like the
Raiders, we riff on that) says, “The
political science students on campus
are the least culturally competent—
they’re not equipped for this society.”
Today, this month, November 2012,
I think, well, Whiteness will have its
way: cocaine-speed-meth
capitalism, fuck-you-
we’re going
to fucking war, if you’re a
thinking
person, then go fuck yourself,
we will
dominate you, we always have,
so suck our illiterate radioactive dicks.
Old, I wish to God it would be different
for the thinking young I know. You don’t
know how much I wish that this were so.
I wish God would empower them.
And then I look at the mainstream shit
they all must countenance, and I think,
“God damn it, the demons have won.
The motherfucking super-rich have won.”
Hans Ostrom, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Bless Meaninglessness
God bless meaningless noise people
make, such as, "I knew I shouldn't have
trusted February" or "the piece that I'm
not seeing is some kind of evaluative
framework" or "How can people not
get that?" The froth of not-meaning's
whipped up into magnificent meringue
sculptures. I walk among them all day--
the fantastic shapes! I say little in response
Maybe "interesting" or "wow,
really?" or a well placed, "Good grief,
let's hope it turns out all right."
I can pretend to understand just
enough to escape scrutiny. Then
I must come home and rest, maybe
read a detective novel, in which
the world represented coheres
and meaning means. Out there
online, at work, and in the public
sphere, people say and write a
great many things which neither
swing nor mean a thing. God bless
them and that noise.
Hans Ostrom, 2012
make, such as, "I knew I shouldn't have
trusted February" or "the piece that I'm
not seeing is some kind of evaluative
framework" or "How can people not
get that?" The froth of not-meaning's
whipped up into magnificent meringue
sculptures. I walk among them all day--
the fantastic shapes! I say little in response
Maybe "interesting" or "wow,
really?" or a well placed, "Good grief,
let's hope it turns out all right."
I can pretend to understand just
enough to escape scrutiny. Then
I must come home and rest, maybe
read a detective novel, in which
the world represented coheres
and meaning means. Out there
online, at work, and in the public
sphere, people say and write a
great many things which neither
swing nor mean a thing. God bless
them and that noise.
Hans Ostrom, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
And So It Begins--the Semester, That Is
I'm re-posting a short poem to mark the beginning of the semester or quarter at many colleges.
"Dialogue on a College Campus"
"Dialogue on a College Campus"
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
The Situation
even if you believe in a
divine ordering, you have to feel
the absurdity of our wee
ball-bearing, which spins
in a corner of infinity.
there's no way
to make sense of the situation,
so you just live in the situation
as you find it. i will not say God
isn't. how could i know that?
us and our "minds": ha!
this is one unfathomable
situation, this situation of
ours, for sure.
Copyright 2012 Hans Ostrom
divine ordering, you have to feel
the absurdity of our wee
ball-bearing, which spins
in a corner of infinity.
there's no way
to make sense of the situation,
so you just live in the situation
as you find it. i will not say God
isn't. how could i know that?
us and our "minds": ha!
this is one unfathomable
situation, this situation of
ours, for sure.
Copyright 2012 Hans Ostrom
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