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Showing posts with label vic. Show all posts
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Saturday, September 20, 2008

Wallace Stevens Responds to Vic Ruggiero



                  Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the black bird.

II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.

III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.

IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.

V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.

VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.

VII
O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?

VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.

IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.

X
At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.

XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.

XII
The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.

XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.

a question for joe weil about ambuguity?... and anyone else

there's some old school shit about ambiguity as a real literary mechanism... and aside from the obvious... tell me something...
i know those old writers beat around the bush on purpose...
i know it was supposed to make it seem timeless and i know alot of guys emulate the unclear bible style to make what they write seem heavy...
and i know a guy like hemingway leaves out details so that you fill em in for yourself...
and i know guys like charles dickens and dostoyevsky had to look out for themselves and keep getting work and try not to go to jail ...
ambuguity...
tell me something i dont know... its been the topic of the week for me...

                                                                                                                        -vic

my friends... the unintentional poets... mostly anonymous... by location...

-
"yeah... like that's poetry man..."

"no...what i meant is that what YOU said IS POETRY man..."




NEW JERSEY:

"any day is good, ...except tomorrow"
                                                            -pat byrne

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BERLIN:

Big fat snowflakes in berlin eastcross colour the street white (and a strong wind gives impression as if snow doesn’t come from the sky above, but from a machine hidden at the left side of my window and blows the really fat flakes horizontal - nice picture, especially when you are sitting inside with crackling sound in the oven), but its not cold enough and everything gets just wet in a few minutes. 
 Don’t worry about the lost flight or the money. You don’t.
I missed you the same morning, being lucky and sad and smiling all the time, so someone in the s-bahn thought seeing an apparition, smiled back and invited me (tipsy and still a beer in my hand-Tuesday at ten a.m.) spontaneous for breakfast. Such a sunny morning! that after three hours of sleep I had to stand up again and take a funny sunny walk with anne-marie.
Liebe Gruesze !!! and a kiss
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CLEVELAND:

 i had a guy come in the bar yesterday and tell me about a place in Switzerland
called needle park where it was ok for junkies to go shoot up. i thought it was funny. we got a new light up thing at the bar that says rather large NO JUNKIES ..under it in smaller but still big print it says YOU WILL BE BEATEN  spitfire saloon  what a strange but  odd place  yea good stuff . well my child is running around with ketchup hands


p.s. food is a delivery system for ketchup.


ha ha yea! the rock hall one of clevelands biggest jokes there is a guy that did a take off jeff foxworthy's you know your a red neck if . well this cleveland guy did you know your from cleveland if 'you have never paid to get in the rock hall'    anyway that place is a joke it was sold to cleveland like we might drum up some local bizz and  that all the inductions where goona be done here . yeah we are rock-n-rolls closet of ripped under pants and a album cover some one spit on but hey cleveland is rock and roll? that5 funeral i went to was super weird because it was a bunch of people that look like me mean muggin me and eyefucking me dude i really got treated like the basterd child i am  kinda neat when it all comes to a head. beastmaster came up in the basement of spitfire on sat . nice and so it continues what is next ?

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

thoughts: hospital

love means "i'm taking you down with me"

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if only there was one moment i could change... that one moment i damaged myself, and now you suffer... from that moment forward...



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hell is the t.v. on while you're dying

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love is knowing they wont be happy without you... so you must kill them first

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marraige is understanding ," that he's done what i told him for 62 years..."

"dont interfere with people's marraiges... we have an arrangement... i tell him what to do, and he does it."
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"where is he?", she says, "where is he?....call him and tell him i'm tired"


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so i complain to phil... i tell him about this bad luck...about this bad shit...
he says, "it's not even bad luck man, ...it's life...
you could be in the middle of a war man...
be happy your grandma isnt in the hospital cuz her house got mortared...
be happy nobody's shootin' at you"