fogman @ February 9, 2010 # 4 Comments
manifesto
by jim benz
“Grammatical tautology” is the subject of this sentence.
Simultaneously, it is also the subject of the previous sentence.
The predicate of the prior sentence is also the subject of the previous sentence.
Therefore, the subject of the previous sentence is the predicate of the prior sentence.
Conversely, the subject of this sentence is the predicate of the [...]
fogman @ December 16, 2009 # 6 Comments
What it is like to be a bat
by jim benz
Abstract:
This poem partially describes the ongoing effort to home-build a JW-03 Luxury Blender. You may read it as an illustration of the brilliant things people do in their spare time, but I also hope to encounter a few readers who will attempt to wag their pistols [...]
fogman @ October 8, 2009 # 2 Comments
Catalyst of the fuel-injected pinhead (on a hot summer day)
by jim benz
Wind repels
the dull knife
of my body
like gravity
gives weight
to exhaustion,
and this broken
road, half drunk
on time-wasted
asphalt, is faithless
and wicked.
Minneapolis
on a bike
at East Hennepin
and Fifth
is nothing
but a salt-stained
pothole, emphasized
by the shattered
bottle (pointedly)
as I swerve
wide of its
puncturing gist,
and a car,
honking
in disagreement
with fate, flies
past my elbow
giving flight
to the bird
of [...]
fogman @ September 24, 2009 # 2 Comments
Schrödinger’s poem
by jim benz
A semantic meaning is crafted within a poetic structure,
along with the following device (which must be secured
against direct interference by the meaning): in the final
strophe, there is a self-referential contradiction, so
insignificant that perhaps in the course of a reading, one
of its implications has a subtle impact, but also, with equal
probability, perhaps it [...]
fogman @ August 13, 2009 # 5 Comments
The Radio Gods
by jim benz
[First Character: pissing in a kettle]
Vocation for a jug. A vocational
discourse is in pouring, and who
dreamed of drinking to enoble
this predilection for the old thing
newer. If the jug is drained, a brief
squawking will be enacted.
[Second Character: scaling fish]
Jugs and a liquid sanctum.
Pull apart a jaw and pouring
to avoid the judgment, disgorge
a [...]
fogman @ June 18, 2009 # 4 Comments
scythe and a sandglass
by jim benz
Serafino has one handkerchief
which he keeps in an oak box
wrapped in linen beneath his bed.
It is as clean as the tears of a saint
and twice as holy. Prior to its interment
beneath the bed, his wife Malvolia
wanted to burn it, to cleanse it of spells
and demons. She didn’t know
what she was [...]
fogman @ May 19, 2009 # 2 Comments
early evening
by jim benz
After the first glass of bourbon,
sitting in the shade, smelling charcoal
turn to dust and chicken skin
to gold, the grass and weeds
don’t look so tall.
fogman @ March 7, 2009 # 3 Comments
Spider web and sequence
by jim benz
1. In human terms, concrete thought is unavoidably abstract.
2. Divergent thought has convergence as its ultimate goal.
3. ‘Sequential’ is a human equation based on abstraction.
4. Interconnection is everything, but perhaps no one else sees it.
5. Spider webs are ephemeral.
6. They decay just as quickly as the interconnected ideas in my [...]
fogman @ January 19, 2009 # One Comment
Falling Down
by jim benz
pull yourself together, breathe
got twisted in a lung fit, coughing
spit up bone-songs, all stripped down
all feedback snarl and knuckle skin
choking on a dream nozzle shiver, spit-grin juice
grated, lesion-mated spastic anti-fortune juice
rasped a halo-skin against
a rusty sieve juice
knees, minor blood shot keys and snake-eyes
drumbeat fingers, amplified, bone-dead
slung a jaw
a crack-skull jaw, moon floor [...]