2022-23 poetry class (and writing colloquium) notes




the pronunciation of terror
drilling into me like water

trapped with strange eyes
L4

OMNISCIENT FIRST PERSON - EPILOGUES
that’s fucking interesting!

hoc est cur I stopped and started

you associate it with violence because it is the thing you know you are best at and it is the way you can be violent best. and it comes rushing forth

low, the seam of wood, I trip over words sometimes

of course of course of course
Alex is forcing their voice down and they didn’t check the class list. I don’t give a shit and I think they were right that one time and they might actually be more pretentious than last year. They seem sadder. Not like how I do.

FIRST YOU TRY TO BE SOMETHING, ANYTHING ELSE

when does the library wake up again?

________

That’s your prerogative, that’s your prerogative. He speaks slower and more thoughtful. Sitting nervous. I hate this because that’s how I like him best. One of the things I loved the most about him was how his voice didn’t sound like a teenager’s. Half annunciated like he’s always tired. Low. Warmly self-conscious and apologetic. He sounds peaceful right now.

________

the prof. has ink smears from his hands on his face
portfolio - 6-infinity poems
not electric. electrified.
bring 13 copies of poem.
thin, in messy gorgeous boy-hair, well-read, maybe high
it’s gonna happen at night

________

What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?

terrifying fun

tactile details
almost redeemed by what he tried to say

________

or hands. or hands. he reaches for her’s and thinks of nothing
I have to write so much shit
I have to go to so many zine fairs
I have properly fucked myself over

Layman. we don’t even touch, we just fall asleep

________

late late hours, Dreddit, Tor, what happens when you leave a guy or several guys alone in a room for too long or too often, people who only move around at night, shitty edm set attendees, Wayback machine archivists, people with FF memberships, metalheads, running away road trips, whump, girls’ bodies, competitive intellectualism, people doing weird drugs, the small web, backstage, drumming, people with no tattoos, concept of play, angels, Neil Gaiman, light, cool old people, kids living in shitty beach towns, PCs, time, used condoms, paraphilias, colors, blogs

________

Half-Light by Frank Bidart poem
or bring criticism
write something else

all watered down reds and blues of my body. your reds, your blues and greens
play guitar again

what amazes me is that you can remain on fire

go off the rails
be happy to be alive
what do you do when someone is reading your poetry

very very strange guy
subterranean presence
the greatest thing ever written in the English language and unbearable to read
What happens after you?

________

Liz says to write to Ryan McGinley
Write about what?

-MAX KNOLL SHOOT
-CHINATOWN
-LETTER TO ARCHIE

I believe in a few things and I believe in you

what on Earth are they writing down

the dream in the dream’s language.

consider what you will find in
the black garden
And its court

________

“It’s information.”
but I won’t promise anything

a cruel person with a kind streak, yelling all the things you wouldn’t speak
if the truth can destroy it, maybe it should
you said you disagreed, but of course you would

fuck your cast of characters
fuck garageband

wanna know how many freckles are on that girl’s nose

I think I was writing less because, for the first time in my life, I’ve had people to say things to

If I had been a boy everyone in high school would’ve thought I was a school shooter

It’s just Elsinore out there

________

I made you up and I can take you down