February 01, 2007

THE BARN

 

The right way

to approach

 

the broad side

of a barn

 

is with one eye

closed

 

and both hands

in your pockets

 

then start

whistling

 

to let it know

you’re coming

 

—Michael Rothenberg

____

Previously published in Rolling Stock

 

Posted by dwaber at 05:46 PM

January 31, 2007

POLARIZATIONS

 

 

“A madman doesn’t need success. All he needs is a good hospital.”

Mohammed Mrabet

 

 

Experiment is an accident

no matter how carefully planned.

Can’t you see

I’m walking

between abstraction and magic

Because that’s who I am

 

The buffalo of the Great Plains

ghosting skittish herds

on Champs d’Élysées

under deconstruction. Supervised

by The New Pound Projective

Semioticians

and The Magicians of Jazz Street

 

Medicines & Mirrors

Weight gain & Hair-loss

Wallpaper of Hollywood Muse

Switching between Calvinist

projection and a drunken buffet

Call the doctor

or print your own magazine

Distribution is academic.

 

11/23/2000

 

—Michael Rothenberg

____

Previously published in Small Town

 

Posted by dwaber at 05:45 PM

January 30, 2007

REDWOOD FLOODWATCH

 

 

Below the radar

Used up

 

I’ve forgotten

what to write...

 

Historically

Geographically

 

 

    GUERNEVILLE

 

 

Redwood decks, a middle-class colonialism

 

 

       I don’t write

 

when morning comes,

a bell, the terror of quotidian

 

Heaven in a coffee pot

Winter rain

 

      

     90,000 W/OUT POWER

 

 

  No, I haven’t forgotten

what to write. I have a list.

 

 

FLOOD LEVEL- 32 FT

RUSSIAN RIVER TO CREST AT 46 FT

 

 

“What’s your address in the redwoods?”

 

Redwood, “Sequoia sempervirens

A very tall, evergreen, coniferous tree

 

“Sequoia, Cherokee who invented Cherokee alphabet

Sempervirens means ‘ever-living’”

 

And beyond that:

 

 

A POT OF CHICKEN

SQUASH    ONIONS    MUSHROOMS

IN WOOD STOVE

 

 

Components

Constructs

 

 

“Native to coastal ranges

of southern Oregon and central and northern California,

 

having small seed-bearing cones

with peltate scales and unflattened branches.”

 

 

     CREEKS    SPILLS    SEEPS    FALLS

 

 

“Some Native Americans stripped bark off redwood trees

to gather sweeter cambium layers for food”

 

 

Hot tub in the redwoods

 

 

    HIGH WINDS OFF PACIFIC BLOW DOWN

    FROM ALASKA BAY

 

 

Donald says he’ll show me how to climb a redwood

 

Listen to wood stove

(Audible)

 

 

RED CROSS

 

 

Shuffle wood in stove

 

 

BLIZZARD IN SIERRAS

 

Dennis says,

“Do you believe it, you own all these trees!

 

“You own me,” I tell the trees

(under the stars)

 

 

Begin again

Continue

Pretend

Preview

 

Vacuum carpet downstairs

 

“One of the survival strategies of redwood trees

is ability to sprout from bud tissue called burl”

 

 

HIGHEST TIDE OF THE YEAR

 

 

“If a tree falls, logged, or trunk damaged,

the burl can be triggered to start sprouting new growth”

 

 

EVACUATION

 

(Audible)

 

 

“The sprouts use the root system

of the parent tree and are genetically identical”

 

 

Who’s to say they’re not the same tree?

 

 

NEW YEAR’S EVE IN THE DARK

 

 

Past

Present

Future disconnected

 

Who wears a hat?

Who discusses this?

Who is? (In the immovable grove)

 

scratch   twitch   scratch  rumble

 

 

NO WAY OUT OF THE CANYON

 

 

madrone  oak   tick   black tick   toc   creek

 

green mossy coffee mug

 

 

“Second-growth redwoods often grow very fast”

 


            CONDITIONS WORSEN (AUDIBLE)

 

 

“Often, stumps in old logged-over areas are ringed

by smaller trees that grew from roots of parent tree

These rings are called ‘fairy rings’"

 

   gray hum

 

Opossum stalks creek with walking stick

 

 

MUD SLIDES    ROCK SLIDES    LAND SLIDES

 

 

Submission

 

   Natural O-Currency

 

 

EVERY DAY A NEW DESTRUCTION

 

 

Needles clog the gutter

 

Quail scratch bark mulch to find seed

fallen from bird feeder

 

 

DEAD DEER IN THE SLOW LANE

 

 

What war?

Which war?

 

Is it ever a good war?

 

Fog on the deck


What door?

The open one?

What for?

The war?

 

 

NERVOUS EYE ON THE HIGHWAY

 

 

Oh, The Redwoods!

 

This New Growth door
Go ahead, open it!

 

Frogs!

(audible)

 

                        BLUE SKIES

 

 

Blue Jays wake the morning

 

 

Yes! Come in!  Sit!

 

I’ll be    right     with you

 

There’s a war I must finish!

 

I will win it shortly

 

December 19-28, 2005
March 3, 2006

 

—Michael Rothenberg

____

Previously published in Golden Handcuff Review

 

Posted by dwaber at 05:45 PM

January 29, 2007

ANGELS SLEEP IN PEACE!

 

 

Angels sleep in peace!

Devils stay past midnight

 

listen to Paganini

Pretenders, King Of America, Heartless Liars

 

Have you heard them playing 8-ball while reading Content’s Dream?

 

Did it matter when the Army closed

imagination’s terrifying halls to Strategists of Art?

 

No, it doesn’t make sense to matter

No explanation needed for transfer of funds

 

from one pocket to another

For those Charlie Chaplins entering data, boiling nouvelle shoe leather soup

 

Supping on Valentine’s Desires and Therapeutic seasonings

It makes sense

 

Angels sleep in peace!

Devils stay past insomnia

 

& possum scud across the roof

Listening to accusations of the trite and trivial from Fashion Fascists

 

Reveling in accusations of the ideal & naïve

 

soaked in gross dependencies & mother

 

Have you heard them in their drunken dance

on granite floors,

 

in the rhythm of Sisyphus?

 

                        Would it matter if Superman

disappeared in his glacial fortress and forgot about Lois Lane?

 

No, it doesn’t make sense to matter

No explanation is needed for the transfer of sperm

 

from one pocket to another

 

For Cryogenic Automatons taking surveys & grants, boiling eclectic dialectics

Gorging on Cornish hens & Sweet & Low

 

It makes sense

 

Angels sleep in peace!

Devils stay past gunshot

 

& sweat soaked orgies

& tender whisperings

 

Have you made up your mind,

in those white silk gowns,

hair loose on freckled shoulder,

 

licking your own nipples,

raising your naked ass to four impossible walls?

 

That I should be persuaded by repressed exhibitions of genitalia

Does it matter when crisis rings

 

the death of a poet & saw-grass fires kiss his naked guilt?

 

No, it didn’t add up to verse, or wake the angels to salve the clawing innocent

No, it doesn’t make sense to matter longer

 

No explanation needed for the transfer

of one fish from one

 

Amazon to one aquarium

on a bookshelf on one hill above Pacific shoreline

 

For Game Hunters tracking down genuine tears & renderings, boiling conceptual logic

Mounting vanquished language of invisible jaguars & hornless rhinos

 

           On walls…

 

It makes sense

 

For those lazy drifters beneath the stars

 

 

 

2/21/98

—Michael Rothenberg

____

First published in Kickass Review

 

Posted by dwaber at 05:44 PM