saturday poem

on perusing my manuscript and finding your drawings in the margin

I want you out.

I want to stop dropping to my knees
at the force of the automatic waterfall
whenever I see something of yours
because I live in us still.

I want you out.

I want you to stop inhabiting my words,
haunting my stories, and
my steps through the city.
Stop interfering with my laughter
it diminishes when
I remember I’m alone.

You obscure my sight
my view of a tomorrow
the memory of you
a shadow
stand in the way.

Lingering dark
black dog.
I want you out.

I want you out
of my liver, my skin,
my core, beyond the ribs that
extend when I breathe us out
my own warmth disappears
in the cold air
frozen by the idea of you.

I want to turn to stone to banish you
with the flick of my wrists
or become empty
like a vessel for
something without within.

But no.

I want you out
Out
please
exorcise you with
smudges and blurs
good days and parties
these exclamations
of hope in paint
and words become
powerless sigils
when you’re here.

I am convenience

because my heart still beats
and tries to keep up
with that rhythm when
we first met
while yours thumps wildly
too far away for me to hear
and also to other metres.

I want you out!

But you can’t do anything
and that’s the rub
that by doing nothing
you’re still there.

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Response to Jennifer Chin’s A Morphology of Luxury at Undefined 2, 2015

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Not Jennifer Chin’s photo, but taken from here: http://www.cashsherpa.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/Faux-Hostess-Cupcakes-016.jpg

The following poems were read at Undefined 2:  http://jacquelinevalencia.com/2015/02/16/undefined-2/ as a response to Jennifer Chin’s artwork in exhibit.

Her work is a visceral take on consumption and consumerism.

Before you read below, check out her work here: http://jenniferchin.ca/section/372581_A_Morphology_of_Luxury_2012_ongoing.html 

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Response to Jennifer Chin’s A Morphology of Luxury by Jacqueline Valencia at Undefined 2 2015

Fruit Loops

through the best minds of color, blue 2, turmerical

naked,

dragging

hysterical

naked,

dragging hysterical naked,

dragging hysteric color,

blue 2,

turmeric

color, blue

2, turmerical naked,

dragging hysteric cold-water

flavor, blue 2, turmerical naked,

dragging hysterical

naked,

dragging hysteric

color, blue 2, turmerical naked,

dragging hysteric cold-water flavor,

blue 2,

turmeric color,

blue 2,

turmeric color, blue 2, turmeric color, blue 2, turmerical naked,

dragging hysterical naked,

dragging hysterical naked,

dragging in the best

minds

of night,

who

poverty and/or

cottonseed,

niacinamide.

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Hostess, your cup cakes.

A cushion has

this best-selling

difference

a very

likely roundness

and a

difference

a very likely squiggle

costume is like roundness and

a difference

a very likely

roundness and more like

a chair and a cushion

consume

a difference a very likely

roundness and a place

to change

in appearance,

supposing you

know the signature squiggles

of

forever.

Enjoy in multipack

cake

in feather is

not much more joy in that you do

not

know there is like to season that

you

may not a very clean

that

you

may not

a very little

difference a very clean them.

Gratitude. You know. Squiggles.

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Little powdered donuts

 

little powdered donuts

making you feel good or

completing your fill

they can maximize

you

the agar stabilizing

chemical imbalances

with an icing agent

language is a virus

Sugar is a respite

fried up nine to fifteen percent shortening

the pastry

an O

an exclamation

a surprise

or eyes, or tits

if you have two

the little kid

with the phone for an eye

sees your no name package

of little powdered donuts

and you panic because

he knows you

shit

he will ask for just one

then his sticky fingers grab at another

one

Melodically he pleads

big o’s

You must resist

greed

from his or yours

an exclamation

You

hide them

stuff as many as you can

in your consuming mouth

fevered in love wanting in need

palm oil skim milk powder

skin skinned pleased

more high

elation

fast food gratitude

Donut. You contain stablizers

Maximize me

Hold me solid in this moment

Contain high levels of agar

enriched wheat flour

water

complete me with

potassium chloride.

POETS OF THE MONTH DAY 14: Rita Wong

For Poetry Month, I’d like to bring to your attention poets that I’ve loved.

Today, it’s Rita Wong:

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Her wiki: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rita_Wong

An interview with her:

http://www.openbooktoronto.com/greatcanadianwriterscraft/blog/great_canadian_writers_craft_interview_rita_wong

http://canlit.ca/canlitpoets/poets/rita_wong

Her poetry:

*http://blogs.eciad.ca/ritawong/?page_id=5

http://www.poetryinvoice.com/poems/fluorine

* J28
by Rita Wong

last year, i never imagined we would be

round dancing in Glenmore Landing

round dancing in Chinook Centre

round dancing in Olympic Plaza

round dancing in Metrotown

round dancing in West Edmonton Mall

round dancing outside the Cayuga courthouse

round dancing on Akwesasne

round dancing on Strombo

*

huychexa!

mahsi cho!

welalin!

*

drumming at Waterfront Station

drumming at the United Nations

drumming at Columbia University

drumming at Granville & Georgia

drumming at Dalhousie University

drumming at the Peace Arch

drumming on Wellington Street

drumming on Lubicon lands

drumming in Owen Sound

drumming in Thunder Bay

drumming in Somba K’e

drumming in Chicago

drumming in Chilliwack

drumming in Kitimat

*

taking a much needed pause for thought

on tarsands Highway 63

on the 401

on CN rail tracks

with Aamjiwnaang courage

a human river on Ambassador Bridge

time to stop & respect

remember we are all treaty people

unless we live on unceded lands

where rude guests can learn to be better ones

by repealing C45, for starters

*

we have to stand together in many places all at once

J11, J16, J28

Indigenous spring

Eighth Fire summer

autumn wisdom

winter sleep to

renew Indigenous spring

again & again

*

it is Gandhi we need to align ourselves with

Gandhi and Gaia and Vandana and Maude and marbled murrelets and mycorrhizal mats

Winona and Ward and Jaggi and Arundhati and phytoplankton and peregrine falcons

Naomi and Oren and Toghestiy and Jeannette and Lee and bittermelon and bees

Percy and Shiv and Jack and Elizabeth and chrysanthemum greens and canola, now radiated

Yoko and Yes Men and Chrystos and Dionne and dolphins and prairie dogs

Theresa and Melina and Pamela and Rosa and salmon and cedar

Wab and Harsha and Clayton and Eriel and eider ducks and water bears

Takaiya and Roxanna and Glen and David and wolves and whales

there is a time for pies and there is a time for rocks and beavers and snowy plovers

there is a time for poems and a time for rifles and coral reefs and caribou

there is also a time for the Haudenosaune Wampum Belt

two rivers running side by side

(as long as one party doesn’t try to dam and mine and kill the other’s river)

and a time for spinning wheels

it is Super Barrio, who stopped 10,000 evictions in Mexico, who I look to

it is the Zapatistas, the Mohawks, the KI, the Lhe Lin Liyin

the Mother Earth Water Walkers, the 20-year-olds suddenly in Parliament, the grannies and the grandkids

it is the children I will never see, but who I hope will live and drink clean, wild water

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with gratitude to Chief Spence, whose life I celebrate and honour

Her books:

http://www.nightwoodeditions.com/title/forage

http://www.amazon.com/Monkeypuzzle-Rita-Wong/dp/0889740887

http://catalogue.library.ryerson.ca/record=b1880795

Enjoy more poetry and walk the talk.

POETS OF THE MONTH DAY 4: Bänoo Zan

For Poetry Month, I’d like to bring to your attention poets that I’ve loved.

Today, it’s Bänoo Zan:

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Info on her and her work: http://lavalab.ca/artist/295

http://town-crier.ca/author-notes/banoo-zan/

Her poetry:

TORONTO 2012

Listen

You answer my call
by calling
me

What does it mean
to mean
nothing?

Life
inhabits the geography
of time

and parentheses
open their arms
to margins

You lick my tongue
like a lullaby

My branches
sawed
by my roots

Falling—
I drink destiny—
an extinct genre

I wish
I had
missed your call

http://www.generallyaboutbooks.com/2013/08/the-orgy-banoo-zan.html

She holds a monthly poetry reading night in Toronto: Shab-e She’r (Poetry Night) https://www.facebook.com/groups/poetry.gallery.toronto/permalink/893119844074126/

Her book, The Song of Phoenix: Life and Works of Sylvia Plath, was reprinted in 2010 in Iran.

Enjoy more poetry and walk the talk.

POETS OF THE MONTH DAY 2: SHENIZ JANMOHAMED

For Poetry Month, I’d like to bring to your attention poets that I’ve loved.

Today, it’s Sheniz Janmohamed:

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Her blog: http://shenizjanmohamed.com/

Her poetry: (excerpt)

“Peanuts” — Sheniz Janmohamed

They were banned from restaurants

that served

whites

drinking imported water and devouring choice cut steaks

from Masaai farmers tending cows in burnt grasslands

dining under sparkling chandeliers with generator power

while the rest of town

ate blindly.

Slapping down jeweled hands on mahogany tables

toothpicks teetering in their mouths as they laughed at

stammering waiters with holes in

their pants.

Where you can purchase her poetry: http://www.mawenzihouse.com/Mawenzi_Firesmoke.htm

Interview with: http://www.openbooktoronto.com/interviews/proust_questionnaire_with_sheniz_janmohamed

Enjoy more poetry and walk the talk.

Bauhaus into poetry

Bauhausfaces

 

On Wednesday May 14th 2014, a bunch of authors: Tony Burgess, Jade Wallace, Suzanne Alyssa Andrew, Liisa Ladouceur, Liz Worth, and myself gathered at the Nocturne in Toronto to remix Bauhaus lyrics into poetry.

Here are my remixed poems:

Ecstasy

Nerve ends

crucifixion ecstasy
One eye’s closed

checked in agony
Will it stay shut?

Stigmata bleed

What

if
if

if

Holes in head
Indelicate Nerves.

Delicate Nerves

Indelicate Nerves

Delicate Nerves

Stigmata oh

Stigmata oh

Stigmata oh
Tell tale tongues

weep for me
Brittle spittle
The fabric of dreams
Nerves.

As you feel the twist

pumping heart
Nerves nylon /nerves steel
Nerves nylon/nerves steel
Nerves nylon/nerves steel

Sense of serenity splintered glass.

Look into your crimson orifice
random cutlery cuts

In holy remembrance
Nerves. Nerves.

in your splintered plight
Nerves. Nerves.

Stigmata oh

Stigmata oh

Nerves.
Nerves nylon/nerves steel
Nerves nylon/nerves steel
Nerves nylon/nerves steel

In scarlet bliss

Father, son, and holy ghost

 

In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum

 

Aleb

Aleb

Aleb

Aleb

 

the man with the xray eyes is alone with everybody

(bauhaus meets bukowski)

 

the flesh covers the bone

shoes that no man would want to wear

and they put a mind
Wipe away the night’s last cold stare

in there and
Red fist curled ’round the house

sometimes a soul
Was away boy Shelly’s shoes
wash

and women break
Chocolate power is so crisp

vases against the walls
The atomic open house is really here

and the men drink too
And we have gone so desperate

too much
Your power knows no bounds

and nobody finds the one

And heavier with time

but keep looking
Are our shoes

crawling in and out
That no man would want to wear

of beds
New tread wipes a wet road so dry

flesh covers
it stings

the bone and the flesh
Into the borrowed course

searches for more than
Under the dreadful birds

flesh
Under the singing soil

there’s no chance at all
And all those guilty clouds

we are all trapped
I have seen too much

by a singular fate
Wipe away my eyes

nobody ever finds one
Too much

the graveyards fill

nothing else fills

 

who killed mr moonlight (bauhaus in haikus)

1. Consider green lakes

broken arrow face wound

smile shot innocence.

 

2. midnight proposals

shot nostalgia in the back

shadow of his smile

 

3. all our dreams melted

are hiding in the bushes

doing dead men stunts

 

4. our burnt stories

we can’t paint any pictures

as the moon had all our brushes

 

5. extracting wasps stings

you who killed mr moonlight

you his shadow smile

 

The Virgin Mary

Virgin mary was tired

So tired

Never would be invited

to the funeral rosegarden

that was hers
She’s tired of listening to gossip
Gossip and complaints

her disappointment runs with her guests
Her guests wreaking havoc

From all sorts of

All sorts of
Untidy whores without agency
Her men are chosen from the rest

They came from next door
And a bewildered stream of chatter

But their choice don’t seem to matter

 

She’s got swollen breasts and lips that putter
And her choice of matter and her screams of chatter
Is just a little parasitic scream of whores
Screaming whores

So tired of listening to gossip
Gossip and complaints is she

 

 

In the rosegarden funeral of sores
Virgin mary was tired

she came from next door
Came from next door

Opened up the gates

Intruder not, Owner

Rosegarden

Garden rose

Rose garden

Garden rose

Rose garden

Garden rose

The Virgin Mary laid down to rest

in her
Rosegarden funeral of sores

 

Beyoncé’s poem

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Mark Wilson / Getty Images

(UPDATE: This poem was written by Oriah Mountain Dreamer: http://www.oriahmountaindreamer.com/ Which makes this whole thing pretty cool that Beyoncé rewrote the poem word for word to post on instagram. Either way it makes for an interesting rewrite of a rewrite and a condensation afterwards.) You can see where she gives credit in the third post of the poem: http://instagram.com/beyonce

Some friends posted the buzzfeed article of Beyoncé posting a poem on her instagram. I thought it would be neat to condense it a bit into the words that interested me and came up with this:

 

Beyoncé Wants to Know

It doesn’t interest me

what you for
I want to know
what you for
and if you
of your.

*

It doesn’t interest me
how you.
I want to know
if you
for
for your
for.

*
It doesn’t interest me
what
your…

*
I want to know
if you
of your
if you
or
of
I want to know
if you
or
or
or

*
I want to know
if you
or your
if you
and
of your and
to be
to be

*
It doesn’t interest me
if you
I want to know if you
to be to
If you
of
and your
If you
and
I want to know if you.
*
And if you your
I want to know
if you
yours
and
and
“Yes.”

*
It doesn’t interest me
you
or  you.

*
I want to know if you
of and
and
and
It doesn’t interest me
you
or you.

*
I want to know if you
of
and.

*
It doesn’t interest me
or or
you.

*
I want to know
you

*
I want to know
if you

and if you

you.

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Source credit: http://www.beyonce.com/

 

Here is the handwritten version done after I typed the above:

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OULIPOST: Day 29 (Canada Dry)

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Google image search: Secretary of State Canada Dry

Secretary of State

John Kerry has been thinking about

an interview late Monday

spoke just hours after President Barack Obama

front is done with this latest round, the fourth so far.

*

why the administration continues to punish individual Russians

sanctions are biting at the top end

obviously very personally driven in ways

it appears to be so personal to President Putin

dangerous in this time and place.

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* Capital Journal, “Kerry Sees Ukraine Crisis as Uniquely Putin’s,” The Wall Street Journal, 28 April 2014: CAPITAL JOURNAL (online)

http://www.foundpoetryreview.com/blog/oulipost-29-canada-dry/