June 10th, 2010 / 12:08 pm
Snippets
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Blake Butler—
If only you’d written a better poem, the oil spill would have never happened.
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i knew it was my fault
Zagat’s Gulf Coast really havin a rough go of it.
i knew i shouldn’t have submitted to pank
here we go
and that bro would still have his life
or: like that borges story, if someone had written a poem/story describing the oil spill, it wouldn’t have happened, or, at leat not the same way.
“Then he would reflect that reality does not tend to coincide with forecasts about it. With perverse logic he inferred that to foresee a circumstantial detail is to prevent its happening. Faithful to this feeble magic, he would invent, so that they might not happen, the most atrocious particulars.”
I stared and stared
and victory filled up
the little rented boat,
from the pool of bilge
where oil had spread a rainbow
around the rusted engine
to the bailer rusted orange,
the sun-cracked thwarts,
the oarlocks on their strings,
the gunnels–until everything
was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!
And I let the fish go.
“Things became duplicated in Tlön; they also tend to become effaced and lose their details when they are forgotten. A classic example is the doorway which survived so long it was visited by a beggar and disappeared at his death. At times some birds, a horse, have saved the ruins of an amphitheater.”
a better orgasm could have done the trick
perhaps. if your acting in care can help other people to the same. in any case, you’d have a better poem!
someone should start poets against the oil spill just like poets against the war
http://poetsforlivingwaters.com/
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fc6qjVmwSgA
Scientists are using a piece of wood to pick up the oil that spilled because of you, Blake.
i knew it was my fault
Zagat’s Gulf Coast really havin a rough go of it.
High school kids think this poem is about a gay fisherman.
i knew i shouldn’t have submitted to pank
here we go
and that bro would still have his life
or: like that borges story, if someone had written a poem/story describing the oil spill, it wouldn’t have happened, or, at leat not the same way.
“Then he would reflect that reality does not tend to coincide with forecasts about it. With perverse logic he inferred that to foresee a circumstantial detail is to prevent its happening. Faithful to this feeble magic, he would invent, so that they might not happen, the most atrocious particulars.”
I stared and stared
and victory filled up
the little rented boat,
from the pool of bilge
where oil had spread a rainbow
around the rusted engine
to the bailer rusted orange,
the sun-cracked thwarts,
the oarlocks on their strings,
the gunnels–until everything
was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!
And I let the fish go.
“Things became duplicated in Tlön; they also tend to become effaced and lose their details when they are forgotten. A classic example is the doorway which survived so long it was visited by a beggar and disappeared at his death. At times some birds, a horse, have saved the ruins of an amphitheater.”
a better orgasm could have done the trick
perhaps. if your acting in care can help other people to the same. in any case, you’d have a better poem!
someone should start poets against the oil spill just like poets against the war
Or, according to Shitfork, stanching the spill is analogous to describing the music of Emeralds.
http://poetsforlivingwaters.com/
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fc6qjVmwSgA
Scientists are using a piece of wood to pick up the oil that spilled because of you, Blake.
High school kids think this poem is about a gay fisherman.
Or, according to Shitfork, stanching the spill is analogous to describing the music of Emeralds.