Grace Paley

Thursday, 23 August 2007

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

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you know what that means

Tuesday, 21 August 2007

Last night, I almost started a grease fire, which made me think "man! I had better start writing stupid and bloodlessly surreal story poems!" So this afternoon, I got straight on dat shit.WE ARE JUST BELLS IN THE SOUP NAZI'S DREAMand play that 'who can be the more audaciousdumb.' Yet these swamp mi

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omg rhyming--he's like an obnoxious cell phone

Sunday, 19 August 2007

It takes me some of these sometimes to "build up" any "steam."THE CON MAN'S THIRTEEN CONSTRUCTION BALLADSThese games were built for solitude,These tricks were built for whores.These belts were built for hipstersAnd these wide roads built for war.This face was built for lotion,This discretion built

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train poems

Thursday, 16 August 2007

Most written downstairs in the lounge car. I should tell you stories but I would rather tell them like they were on a sandwich menu. Please ask if you would like the story selection.IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERINGYou got mustard all over,dumbface. Careful, or youmelt into the old drunkof flinches who pr

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oh okay

Wednesday, 15 August 2007

Now I am in Amherst.To my left:"Sharply criti-, um, criticizing the environmental --""Oh yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah."

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eye contact: the musical

Saturday, 11 August 2007

I am in Chicago right now.Zomgzers.

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noo journal musical soldier contest results

Sunday, 5 August 2007

NOÖ just posted the results of their famous Musical Soldier contest.This is a travesty.I edit the goddamn magazine and I wasn't even a finalist.I didn't even know the contest was afoot for Christ's sake.Somebody should call Foetry. We need a recount. I should be there somewhere, and so should Obama

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i am the applebees of contemporary poetry

Thursday, 2 August 2007

Today's hypothetical question: what toy makes you sad to be too old for it?Unrelated eulogistic hash below. This poem is about an imaginary person who dies because he is anti wiretapping or some shit. It is very relevant and inexpensive.REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE THE SIREN?Remind me again why we need y

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