Re-posting one from 4 years ago.
Link below:
Poet's Musings: Torture: In a discussion-group recently, we read Poems From Guantanamo, edited by Marc Falkoff. As you might guess from the title, the poems were wr...
Monday, January 7, 2013
Waltzing
Oh, let us hold
each other turning
slowly ‘round
the floor. A waltz
is humorous
and kind, old-
fashioned intimate.
We’re a little high.
Oh, the perfume
of your hair, the
architecture of
your back, the
present of the
presence of
your hand in mine.
Hans Ostrom, 2013
each other turning
slowly ‘round
the floor. A waltz
is humorous
and kind, old-
fashioned intimate.
We’re a little high.
Oh, the perfume
of your hair, the
architecture of
your back, the
present of the
presence of
your hand in mine.
Hans Ostrom, 2013
Friday, January 4, 2013
Over, and Not Over
the big election is over
the most recent atrocity is over
the most recent Winter holidays are over
also the latest predicted apocalypse, over
the morning news, over
cup of coffee, over
cats fed, over
work, work--over
not over is
my lifelong
need to do
things for
people &
worry about
keeping
them pleased so
that i may get
some
sense of my
worth. this search
for worth, not over.
Hans Ostrom 2013
the most recent atrocity is over
the most recent Winter holidays are over
also the latest predicted apocalypse, over
the morning news, over
cup of coffee, over
cats fed, over
work, work--over
not over is
my lifelong
need to do
things for
people &
worry about
keeping
them pleased so
that i may get
some
sense of my
worth. this search
for worth, not over.
Hans Ostrom 2013
Zen Treasure-Map
On a Zen treasure-map,
there’s an X but no lines
or place-names. The four
directions are all marked E.
What you do is, you carry
the map with you at all times
and assume wherever you are,
is X—where treasure lies!
Hans Ostrom, 2013
there’s an X but no lines
or place-names. The four
directions are all marked E.
What you do is, you carry
the map with you at all times
and assume wherever you are,
is X—where treasure lies!
Hans Ostrom, 2013
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Sex in a Graveyard
We were all sinew and youth,
impulse, tendon, and sex.
When we fucked in the graveyard,
we probably didn’t think
of ourselves as fucking…
We didn’t think of desecration.
Or of ghosts. We lay on cool
concrete that topped a tomb.
We heard creatures stir: I
suspected a doe in the sweet-pea
vines that covered the wire fences.
Moonlight made it through
the canopy of old oak branches
and shone on your body as it
arced above mine: rib-cage,
nipples, breasts, neck, hair,
face, abdomen.. . . Afterwards,
you clutched me close, on top of
me who lay on top of corpses.
Young, anyone might fuck
in a graveyard. Later, they’ll
think of the holding-close, the clutching,
the chill on flesh, everything that happens
before, and after.
Hans Ostrom 2013
impulse, tendon, and sex.
When we fucked in the graveyard,
we probably didn’t think
of ourselves as fucking…
We didn’t think of desecration.
Or of ghosts. We lay on cool
concrete that topped a tomb.
We heard creatures stir: I
suspected a doe in the sweet-pea
vines that covered the wire fences.
Moonlight made it through
the canopy of old oak branches
and shone on your body as it
arced above mine: rib-cage,
nipples, breasts, neck, hair,
face, abdomen.. . . Afterwards,
you clutched me close, on top of
me who lay on top of corpses.
Young, anyone might fuck
in a graveyard. Later, they’ll
think of the holding-close, the clutching,
the chill on flesh, everything that happens
before, and after.
Hans Ostrom 2013
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Thursday, December 27, 2012
The Number of Likes in the New Era
(found language)
i want to puke bc
my friends' lives now revolve
around the number of likes their pictures get on facebook
and instagram and there are only a handful left who still have souls
so who wants to be my friend
hans ostrom 2012
i want to puke bc
my friends' lives now revolve
around the number of likes their pictures get on facebook
and instagram and there are only a handful left who still have souls
so who wants to be my friend
hans ostrom 2012
I Like your URL: Compliments in the New Era
(found language)
I like your URL
and seriously enjoy your blog
One of muh favs! :3
And your smiles amazuhn! Lol
and you are so not rude. Lol
you're seriously love
on here, though--
like one person says something and
10 peeps back you up(: I enjoy that.
hans ostrom 2012
I like your URL
and seriously enjoy your blog
One of muh favs! :3
And your smiles amazuhn! Lol
and you are so not rude. Lol
you're seriously love
on here, though--
like one person says something and
10 peeps back you up(: I enjoy that.
hans ostrom 2012
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
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Monday, December 24, 2012
Sunday, December 23, 2012
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