Tag Archives: poetry
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Birthday Prose Poem for Robert Creeley
1May 21, 2025 by tsk2001
“Dimensions,” by Robert Creeley (b. May 21, 1926), put through some ‘B’-based BTR filtration, yields the following prose poem, if …
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On Gary Snyder’s 95th Birthday
Leave a commentMay 8, 2025 by tsk2001
“For Lew Welch In A Snowfall“: A BTR Haiku Fluttering Louisville in March Snowing, reading in the white light poems …
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The Bob Kaufman Centennial Sestets: Jail Poems Sprung from a Can of Golden Sardines
Leave a commentApril 18, 2025 by tsk2001
In honor of the Kaufman Centennial, the Society for Bingian Translational Reanalysis presents randomly chosen sections of “Jail Poems” subjected …
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Lew Welch Birthday Cut-up
Leave a commentAugust 16, 2023 by tsk2001
From “Wobbly Rock“ Random number of syllables turns out to be 42. So, to Bard: (there is no separation)
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Lew Welch Anniversary Cut-up/Erasure Memorial
Leave a commentMay 23, 2023 by tsk2001
May 23, 1971.
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Adore the Booted Foot: Agony Pear in the Cradle (Cinnabar)
Leave a commentMay 16, 2023 by tsk2001
K takes the opportunity to Kandelize. “Lick it” demanded Madame Olga, and Poor Francine complied, the tears running down her …
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Stacked Spherical Perfection: The Voluptuous Weight of Eight (Cobalt)
Leave a commentApril 18, 2023 by tsk2001
“See what she’s saying?” G asks me quietly. “The very word emotion penetrates.” She puts her arm around me and …
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The Difference Between Art, Lunch and Cleavage (Grisaille)
Leave a commentApril 13, 2023 by tsk2001
He chuckles bitterly. “It makes me think of an art term: grisaille.” Grisaille? French, obviously, but I’m not familiar with …
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Red Guard Hotties in Pigtails: Suitable for Comin’ (Cinnabar)
Leave a commentApril 12, 2023 by tsk2001
. . . “And I could swear a light just went on upstairs in the yellow house.” I point to …
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Sapphrodite: The Pink Bird Throbs (Cinnabar)
Leave a commentApril 8, 2023 by tsk2001
Then I’m at it again: My fingers, gods you knew my fingers, entire honeysuckle swell forcing a temple longing, purer …
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Death Palette . . . . . . . . . 