Wednesday, August 31, 2005

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so yesterday on Mingus Tourette's website he challenged his visitors to look through magazines and pick a word or phrase or passage from which to construct a poem. This is what I came up with. It proved to be a rather fulfilling exercise.

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never loud enough
always half tones
that move around me
but never sink in
her heart pounding
louder than anything
her vocal chords issue
lips shape
tongue licks
a breath pushes
always half tones
never loud enough
to register
never loud enough
to cause nausea
i wouldn't know
we were done
if i couldn't read
her mouth
or the way she
makes herself a feather
adding tears to her eyes.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

what magazine did you use? I would of used UTNE reader. I know its now defunct but its still great.

Michael said...

I used a music review from the latest issue of Maxim magazine. I know it's a bad habit to so frequently read such commercial men's lifestyle bullshit publications, but there's something about it that makes me just have to read it every month. Ugh. It's like having a toothache that you just can't stop touching. Oh well, I suppose I turned my Maxim reading into something worthwhile for a change this month.

Anonymous said...

you should read Hustler Canada. Same price and they cut the bullshit.

Michael said...

I'll take that into consideration. It's not that I read Maxim for the scantily clad women either because if it was really scantily clad women I was after I would just google image search them and there would literally be millions to be leered at. There's just something about these safe, non partisan, pro consumerism men's lifestyle magazines that just makes me want to buy them. Maybe I'm just anticipating the moment when capitalism hits critical mass and materialism finally goes too far. It's fascinating to me sometimes.

Anonymous said...

No really Hustler has great jokes and great cartoons. Some of the articles about anal sex on the bus should really really be considered for a pulitzer.

Michael said...

I thought Norman Mailer already won a Pulitzer or two for articles about anal sex on the bus. I'm not too familiar with the Pulitzer awards, I'm afraid. Are those the ones with the statues that are nothing more than bronzed dildos?

I just know that every single writer who has ever won a Pulitzer and reads that last paragraph will now get on the phone to hire a contract killer to come and find me and choke me to death with the Pulitzer. Good luck, assholes! It'll be cold day in hell before some hired assassin will get a bronzed dildo down my throat.

Anonymous said...

I think fist paragraph should win you a pulitzer.

Michael said...

That'll be the day. I suppose it couldn't hurt to at least give it a try. I wonder if there's a way to submit that paragraph to the Pulitzer Prize people for judging.