Crg Hill's poetry scorecard

Visual Poetry and Image Art on Vuggbooks

 

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Thanks to Nico Vassilakis for pointing me back to this site.

 

niche book

day job

out of hand

his league

he has sown

blown cover

woman possesses

% growth

unsustainable

6 of Spades

 

 

The old culture of the Sound—a still wild mix of scruffy boatyards, Gold Coast snobs and fishermen

 

Swing as blue sky is, I let sleepy in sunlight, up a pencil

in words. Chopping, breaking a time or two, I awakened daydream

 

Noemi wonders why sunflower seedlings wear shells

on their heads, worried the world’s

upside-down, no light in dirt

 

We can’t wish none of this happened. Yet each of these tri-

umphs of the spirit, the will, the body—and mountaineering tech-

nology—has chipped away at the mystery. For 50 years, we’ve been

replacing the visionary with the merely factual, the achievable

 

She had mixed feelings; he had oil and vinegar. When

he said Republicans think with their heads, Democrats

with their hearts, the Democrat’s head and heart expanded,

each inflamed by the Republican’s reductive proclamation.

The larger the canvas, she thought, the deeper the palette

 

The wounded shadows of the world: wounded,

winded: I’m comprised of time:

drowned, I piss if a puddle slurs:

I’m impervious: my morality’s insensate: if

a wish bloom dies, I fall as a stunned

Houdini and blow my nurture: and

 

ground for possible self-imaginings:

interwork, interwork, it’s interwork.

that pays with mind because mind

(if an entelechy)—

            shifting over here

            will request a tone-gap, slant,

            a redshift as of directions

 

Some of the Best Poetry Books I Read or Re-read in 2013

 

Glowball, Steven Farmer

The Lyrics, Fanny Howe

Near or random acts, Charles Alexander

Practical Water, Brenda Hillman

Once Upon a Neoliberal Rocket Badge, Jules Boykoff

Conduit, Jennifer Dick

Things Stirring Far Away, Larry Eigner

For Girl, Shanna Compton

Distance, Stephen Ratcliffe

a forgetting of, Colleen Lookingbill

The Year of the Rooster, Noah Eli Gordon

The Last Vispo Anthology, edited by Crag Hill & Nico Vassilakis

Things I could still do at my age

 

Have 55 grandchildren.

Work 55 different jobs.

Live in 55 countries.

Write 55 books.

 

 

Things I can't do at my age:

 

Kick a 55 yard field goal.

Drive 55 in a 55 mph speed zone.

Run more than half way to first base without losing my breath.

Hit a 55 foot buzzer beater.

High jump 5' 5".

Meet President #55.

 

Things I will never do 3:

 

Breathe without air.

2 of Clubs

  

The streetlights were fuzzy from the fire rain that was

 

I walk out of the highway, my head the entrance of dew,

lean feet planted loud in all that starts everything agog

 

You get to grow camphor by what they thaw all day.

Those who pay their mastic load, those who adore the rails

of laughter, posted in threes throughout my Zion, those are my boasts

 

tug of earth. I scrambled through the nest, dislodging it to drop

behind me. Even when I was standing on the ledge next to Lee,

I didn’t turn my eyes, I didn’t look at anything but him. I

grabbed his skinny arms with all my strength and felt his

 

Settle a bit miner with laughter everywhere.

You can’t wilt in any reflection sitting on the Round or

Lake Wishingbone, and from above the ruin belted down,

but never when you were purged from it. It was hand to air

to tell a form, the plural face, so I clamped it shut

 

Crude weapons could be

made by ‘almost any nation or

groups,’ and while they might

kill only small numbers of peo-

ple, ‘they could have signify-

cant operational repercussions’

 

I sit on the catch, hollow a president. The zipped bug

was a curt turn gun and I was scenting charlatans to mill

no reply. If I want tone, the dictator hiss-spits

all urgency he’d want to cope for, more toasts

than I know I’d fuel. I didn’t want to be impugned

were anybody to fume me, could stand my dead

and stuff leaves that weren’t me

Things I will never do 2:

 

I've admitted it those close to me, but this is my first public confession: I will never be a Dallas Cowboy teacher.

Things I will never do 1:

write, direct, produce "The salon," a film focused on Gertrude Stein's life in Paris, including her takedown of Hemingway. One I don't have the time to research Stein's life in Paris. Two, i don't have the time or money to travel to Paris to scout location. Three, if I approached anyone with such an idea, someone who has more resources, more connections in indie film, this person--with more chutzpah--would sbap the idea out of my hands.