Inspiration
Of late, my work has focused on the loss of tactility in our everyday experience as urban people. There is a great distance between the physical world and our conceptual engagement of it. Food is not recognizable from it's original state, music is downloaded and "face time" means screen to screen communication. This poetry longs for a recovery of our proximity to real presences and states.
One aspect of this exploration involves the use of typewriters. I find that the visceral nature of typing on these machines inspires an appreciation for each word and intimates a rhythm that would never be perceived otherwise. Many of these poems begin on the subway and then get banged out on my Olympia Report Deluxe Electric. I truly hope you will enjoy engaging with Tactility.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Don't You Wonder 'bout Me?
Don't you wonder 'bout me?
I wonder about you.
Don't you wait for me to lift
My seer's eyes from
Artificial pages
Pretending to read but
Looking far into your future
For that shirt lifted up along
One side when you turn the page
Or scratch an itch
I'd like to scratch it for you
With my addicted pain?
That bare skin is my whole bent
And I can't sway this barg's burden,
Ropes ain't holding that shit no more.
It's breaking down here.
I'm breaking down there.
Come smoke me out.
You won't bring no broom
when you come disturbing my nest.
Its that sting you dreamed when you
Swallowed under your breath.
Go ahead,
catch your breath.