In plots regaled by flippant vandals
In plots regaled by flippant vandalsany sparrow sings then halts as you approach.What of sloppy tubes running, rearing their legsgiven what some call the past a diurnal memorialwearing a brick smock, thus in appearance:year of the stripped screw,one jagged fingerin the pail catching roof water,six subject titles of ongoing threads.Less an inch from my damn faceis air or a reasonable alternative.I would love a bite of your lava cakeafflicted as I am by ongoing cycles of spewand cool in sun.
― healthy cocaine off perfect butts (the table is the table), Sunday, 8 November 2020 18:13 (three years ago) link
We are ultimately flimsy
We are ultimately flimsyhotdogs getcher hotdogsforeclosed in that sensestuck in the ravineswe constructed but unable to cryor comprehend our lack of marrow,how we once scooped it out of ourselves like little canoes in a wildernesswhere to cry was lit and we were undressed.My pouty lips made you sad and we were without clothes, laconic,ready to strafe our notions of will in our birthday suits.Birthmark on my inner thigh, a healthy rationof scars inedible despite your tonguingthat makes for laughter, shakingmy memory will waste its sweetness alwayson misallocation of my senses risingtoward outer orbs and you, damnedlike me in a bush wipingsweat from neck down.
― healthy cocaine off perfect butts (the table is the table), Sunday, 8 November 2020 18:14 (three years ago) link
Solons solemn as camels pass
Solons solemn as camels passMakers slammed in car door flapCigar box contents crux of suitToothsome mincemeat big surprise
Tension breaks as rafter spottedTiny schoolgirl dominates beeBenches empty as bean thrownKingpin snared in syrup sting
Rates rebound as bears retreatBridge snafu is laid to cableHapless hurler driven from moundCannon honored in Lions' fete
Teens nabbed in secret goofball ringLove birds dip in thermal spring
― Respectfully Yours, (Aimless), Thursday, 14 January 2021 22:29 (three years ago) link
Like that, Aimless
― Pere Legume (the table is the table), Friday, 15 January 2021 01:31 (three years ago) link
It's a sonnet. Sorta. I just wanted to catch treesh's sleeve.
― Respectfully Yours, (Aimless), Friday, 15 January 2021 01:36 (three years ago) link
i land
the waves roll infrom newfoundland and hit oldfoundlandand head. away againfrom cathedral cliffs and even keeldo wha, do girt, do we ga?do never!
the sound of the bridge at the soundbig hill and big stone and old town and little mesimple names have simple truthsa bull's mouth thats a tide and a valley thats a hillsure what's literature anyway but translation that stuckbecause it sticks or because it worksburnish til its ours, its what we got, its all we'll getnames and language and history
still and all I miss the bloody placewhat it is, and what it is to me
what i am to it remains a mystery
― spaghetti connemara (darraghmac), Friday, 15 January 2021 02:10 (three years ago) link
I'm thinking I'll hijack this, if treeship doesn't take over in the next few days. In the meantime, new entries are invited, because, why not?
― Respectfully Yours, (Aimless), Friday, 15 January 2021 17:59 (three years ago) link
I had plootered here so oftenThat I had become a sleepwalker,A solemn investigator of futile things. But this afternoon the land tiltedMoving like a sleeping cat;I was disembogued, come again to an old place. It was like I had re-learned languageOr grown my eyes anew,Reading, as if for the first time,A secret I'd years ago hidden within myself.
I'd stood here in winter's abeyance,Immured in a quilted bedchamberAnd written 'love' in the dusting of snow,Taking a photo with your camera. I'd wanted you to midwife its thin pale birthing,But need or ceremony or obligationTook hold and now it lies in the darkA geometry in an absence,A peace treaty signed in secretBy only one side.
― Vanishing Point (Chinaski), Friday, 15 January 2021 18:43 (three years ago) link
^pain of absence, distilled
― Respectfully Yours, (Aimless), Friday, 15 January 2021 18:49 (three years ago) link
It's looking more obvious every day that treeship has orphaned this thread, so I am proposing I take it to completion. Under the new regime, entries will be welcomed with enthusiasm until sometime roughly on or about midnight on January 31, 2021. Just figure on your local time, plus a bit of fudging. I'll assemble the ceremonial poll of ilx (mostly just the poets, if tradition holds) soon afterward.
― Respectfully Yours, (Aimless), Tuesday, 19 January 2021 18:35 (three years ago) link
Thanks for taking this on Aimless
― The return of our beloved potatoes (the table is the table), Tuesday, 19 January 2021 21:22 (three years ago) link
Its a brutal business, Big Poetry, and only the toughest survive
― spaghetti connemara (darraghmac), Tuesday, 19 January 2021 21:55 (three years ago) link
thanks for taking this on, aimless. i haven been busy with things, new job and getting married, and this just kind of dropped. not cool of me but glad the vote will still go through.
― treeship., Wednesday, 20 January 2021 00:41 (three years ago) link
new job and getting married
well, since you put it that way, I guess you're forgiven
― Respectfully Yours, (Aimless), Wednesday, 20 January 2021 00:49 (three years ago) link
Pfft ive seen the announcement snuck in slyer than that around here tbh
― Qanondorf (darraghmac), Wednesday, 20 January 2021 00:51 (three years ago) link
(grats)
― Qanondorf (darraghmac), Wednesday, 20 January 2021 00:52 (three years ago) link
love your saints piece Aimless
― assert (MatthewK), Wednesday, 20 January 2021 01:34 (three years ago) link
you can tell it is old because it mentions phone booths, which were still a thing when I wrote it
― Respectfully Yours, (Aimless), Wednesday, 20 January 2021 02:01 (three years ago) link
Reminder: only a short time left to the Jan 31, midnight (or thereabouts) deadline.
― Compromise isn't a principle, it's a method (Aimless), Thursday, 28 January 2021 21:23 (three years ago) link
"Différance"
The take you shared, the hot one,the one that’s roaring through the corridors of discourse lopping off heads and limbs in a frenzy of Enlightenment —
The take that’s taken you away from me, carried you on a wave of bloodinto the arms of a swarthy Frenchman —
Should I even say it? Would you believe me if I saidthat I'd arrived at this take before, completely independently?
It came into my line of vision, a burning star, a supernova:I turned and ran and escaped.
But now, my love, it’s caught you by the anklesand sucked you under the door.
― treeship., Friday, 29 January 2021 02:43 (three years ago) link
rip
― Qanondorf (darraghmac), Friday, 29 January 2021 02:54 (three years ago) link
last stop before the end of the line
― Compromise isn't a principle, it's a method (Aimless), Sunday, 31 January 2021 22:12 (three years ago) link
The competition is now officially closed. I'll prepare a poll thread later today for the voting. Because poets crave recognition, even if only from each other.
― Compromise isn't a principle, it's a method (Aimless), Monday, 1 February 2021 17:51 (three years ago) link
Thanks for your work here, Aimless
― The return of our beloved potatoes (the table is the table), Monday, 1 February 2021 19:02 (three years ago) link
Poll thread here:
2020 ILX Poetry Competition: VOTE HERE
Please note I screwed up in transcribing the entries, failing to separate the end of imago's second poem and the start of JHM's second poem. The true copies are included here in this thread.
― Compromise isn't a principle, it's a method (Aimless), Monday, 1 February 2021 19:05 (three years ago) link