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ConnectHook Apr 2019

Enough of angry fixes, ***** streets
incoherent poems and arrhythmic beats,
drug-addled mystics and feminized fools
who compose no further than breaking rules.
Junior Dadaists, after the fact;
dull poetry’s second, third, and fourth act.
Actual poetry exists for the page
and ought to be able to last an age.
Real poems are NOT composed on the tongue,
as are the ravings of the angry young.
Diarrhetic voidings, awash in words
that rain down upon the poetic herds
are not the same as life-giving waters
fit to refresh our sons and daughters.

**** it up with your existential vacuum
from off the floor of that San Fran backroom.

PROMPT 28:
try your hand at a meta-poem of your own
(Meta-poem = a poem about poetry)

#beatpoets #modernism #freeverse

ConnectHook Apr 2019

PROMPT 27

Shakespear was really
A blak lesbian feminist.
Don’t believe the HYPE.

Haiku in response to a maddening NaPoWriMo prompt:
Here’s all of Shakespeare’s sonnets. You can pick a line you like and use it as the genesis for a new poem. Or make a “word bank” out of a sonnet, and try to build a new poem using the same words (or mostly the same words) as are in the poem. Or you could try to write a new poem that expresses the same idea as one of Shakespeare’s sonnets, like “hey baby, this poem will make you immortal” (Sonnet XVIII) or “I’m really bad at saying I love you but maybe if I look at you adoringly, you’ll understand what

#sheikspeer #shakspear #shakespear #napowrimo2019

ConnectHook Apr 2019

Reaktionary

America’s presidents: well deserved

(recall that cowboy Hollywood actor?)

React in vain while your meltdown is served:

let it glow—like a nuclear reactor.

Energy freed: progressively conserved,

in Uranium for all who backed her—

though some who bought it may become unnerved

and see her as less than a benefactor.

I blew off the prompt today . . .

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=589cROD17K8

#hilariousuranium #realrussiancollusion #trumpisyourownerandyourdaddy

ConnectHook Apr 2019

Feline Frenzy

Put on your ***** hat, grab your Kibbles—
Let that cat out of your bag
Celebrate your business, Womyn
Whether you be sprite or hag . . .
Which is which? You make us wonder
(as you hate on the head-of state)
What you're packing. Woman-thunder
Promises to titillate.
Lead us men into our future
Show us where we've gone astray.
Shine that light of Matriarchy
As we stumble on our way.
Pure emotion lights your gender.
Superficial party-lines
Tie us up. A *****-******
Just might straighten out your signs.
Talking-points at intersections
Promise to inflame the game.
Seeking brave new world directions
Ought to shift some blame.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpapjdwvRa8

PROMPT #23: write a poem about an animal.

#feministpoem #feminism #womensmarch #napowrimo2019

ConnectHook Apr 2019

Meditation upon “Annunciation” by Mati Klarwein, 1961

Saharan angels chant their song of abundance before a Cainite altar where the enigmatic artist laughs a jibaro-hippie laugh / Red conga-anima rides the rhythm / signalling to the drowsing Queen of the South lost in a vision at the wall of Jerusalem / she must lift her gaze to heaven / turn from her vanity and behold the celestial sign / Aleph-Alpha the cipher of Messiah / the egg breaks open: flowering zygote of conception / blood of the pomegranate, granada / blood of the goat flayed on the altar of mammon / terraces of chilies exuding fire in the crystalline torpor of a Mexican fishing village / hear the clear salt water at the foot of the stairs / hear the music’s underwater depths / hear the syncopated overcoding of this annunciation / the lilies rise, shoshannim / Shushan the citadel / nomadic deserts of the outer horizon threaten the opulent decadence of the jeweled elephant-headed idol of the world / Orpheus looks back emerging from the portal stairs into the burning light of the living / Behold Eurydice one last time in perfection and it all vanishes

PROMPT # 22:
write a poem that engages
with another art form […]
a wonderful painting, film,
or piece of music you’ve experienced –
so long as it uses the poem to express something about another form of art.

http://www.matiklarweinart.com/

#matiklarwein #abraxas

ConnectHook Apr 2019

That's the Way God Likes It (uh huh)

FLYING THE GREEN-TEA CAPSULE INTO CITY OF NIGHT BY DRIVING (KC & the Sunshine Band of moonlight/streetlight/headlight) ERRORLESS LEARNING / BRAIN OF HEAVEN / THAT’S THE WAY delayed response: vision by precognition, alert to imminent renewal deja vu SUPREMACY OF ORDER / SACRAMENTAL HEALTH / AUTHOR BEHIND THE SKY rhythm in flow of angelic code X musical mode required no deciphering PLANET OF PERPETUAL BECOMING / LOGOS>CHAOS / ETERNAL RECURRENCE OF MUSIC heightened perception: continual surge of lights on horizon INVISIBLE CONSTELLATIONS DANCING / QUEEN OF THE SOUTH’S SMILE instruments of the angels = seraphic versions of terrestrial instruments LIMITLESS DISCOTHEQUE SMOOTH SPACE= DETAILED LIGHT SHOW lost track of thought on a nomadic journey with no destination WELL OF LIVING WATERS / KEEP IT COMING LOVE / SECRET CHORD BEHIND SONG slow explosions over seconds, minutes, miles; motion times rhythm= yes THE LORD MAINTAINS ANONYMITY THROUGH SYNCHRONICITY random chains of association spiraling toward absolute sovereign transcendence. OVER THE BRIDGE INTO THE CITY / MUSIC OF THE SPHERES / DECENTRALIZED DISCOTHEQUE pray to maintain hermeneutic dimension or risk increasing instability READY NOW: RESTORATION OF ALL THINGS (BUT I HAVE TO STAY IN MY LANE) just some song from the 70’s, driving into the city . . . it was only disco GREEN TEA CAPSULE ARRIVES & ENTERS INTERPLANETARY HUB some song from the 70’s, flying into the city named KC & the Sunshine Band

PROMPT #21: write a poem that incorporates wild, surreal images.
Try to play around with writing that doesn’t make formal sense,
but which engages all the senses and involves dream-logic.

ConnectHook Apr 2019

P-Orridge 9 Days Old

A brainteasing cryptic digression evoking foul Genesis:
how insane just knowing Lord Megson, Neil (Orridge—P),
queer rebel satanist, turned unbecoming vapid woman:
xenolith = yesteryear‘s zenith.

Satanic Gender-Confusion is stranger than fiction:
https://youtu.be/cMMN0lty8z8

Prompt 19: write a very strict abecedarian poem, in which there are twenty-six words in alphabetical order, or you could write one in which each line begins with a word that follows the order of the alphabet

#genesisporridge