Monday, June 27, 2016

IN HONOR OF SEVERAL MONTHS OF REJECTIONS








A couple acceptances in there, but not too many.  
I think the possibility exists that I'm out of step
w/ whatever passes for "good" contemporary poetry.  I can live with that.

3 current titles listed here, $20 for the set (includes postage and handling, whatever the fuck that may be).  Drop me a line if yr interested, I do PayPal, which is how you know I'm legit.

And, seriously - dig that artwork........











WORLD WITHOUT SOUND

3 early electronic publications gathered into
one print collection.
Available here:


World Without Sound.


Sunday, June 26, 2016

PRELIMINARY SKETCH FOR JUNE AFTERNOON


clay




And here, as the faun approaches the
sleeping woman.  As the first shot is fired.


Blood, yes, but not from anyone
you know, and it’s an old story.
 

Picasso opens his door to the news of
a friend’s suicide.
 

Pollock sits by his kitchen window all
winter, waiting for the day he starts
painting again, and the ending has already
been written, but it’s this silence that
matters.  It’s the lovers who will be
left behind after the war takes hold.  It’s
the myths that will be devoured.
 

We have never invented a god
who wasn’t hungry for power.



TO THE SKY


Saturday, June 25, 2016

A NATION OF ASSHOLES W/ GUNS


I still stand by the sentiment, and the poems.

Available here:

https://www.amazon.com/nation-assholes-guns-John-Sweet/dp/1519541341/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1466872346&sr=8-1&keywords=a+nation+of+assholes+with+guns



in amber





walls of rooms filled w/ dust,
on floors, on hands and knees and blinded
 


sing w/ your heart
 


grow scars
 


this is the place, you see, this house
where the dying man lives, and
there is nothing any of us can do
 


no blood on the carpet, but a sense
that it could happen at any time



a window
 


a back yard filled w/ fireflies and twilight
 


stand there, barefoot, wide-eyed, emotions
carved from dark, sticky wood



speak names softly
 


breathe in the warmth of
overwhelming joy
 


be as still as you can
until all laughter has stopped




DEEP IN THE SEASON OF SUBTLE VENGEANCE


Tuesday, June 21, 2016

PICASSO - WOUNDED HORSE

MAYBE SOMEDAY YOU'LL BE KING

MX-80 is still around, but I'll be honest - I haven't bothered with any of their recent stuff.  I loved Ralph Records back in the day, which is how I found out about OUT OF THE TUNNEL, and from there I worked in both directions to fill in the empty spaces.

Not quite punk, not really metal, more than just artsy.  Formed in the mid-70s, so you can sort of see the same musical mindset that powered Devo or Pere Ubu.  That same isolationist (Indiana in their case) vibe, creating something unique with the weapons at hand.

Atonal, dirgey, twitchy, repetitive, powerful stuff.  Monotone vocals, occasional synth or sax stabs, each song lurching towards its own unique conclusion.

I think I stopped looking for new stuff by them once the classic Ralph era (early 80s for me, anyway) came to an end.  Once the Residents botched the ending of the Mole Trilogy, I started to lose interest.  MX was gone, Yello was gone, Snakefinger seemed to lose his way after his first few records..... 

It was an awesome run for the label, tho.















FLIGHTLESS, HOPELESS