Penguin Modern Poets 2: Controlled Explosions (Penguin Modern Poets, nr. 2)De (autor) Michael Robbins, Patricia Lockwood, Timothy Thornton
en Limba Engleză Carte Paperback – 27 Oct 2016
". . . by the bollocks I mind, by the virgin I'm like,
by the smell of teen spirit, the punch that I spike,
"by hydro and chronic and eight-legged sparks,
by G-strings and tassels, by bummers and narcs,
"by the temples I razed with a swish of my tail,
by the models of Jupiter I built to full scale,
"I am a man of few words, each one a thrown switch.
Shall I name the mouth-breathers at whom I pitch
"with superstitious loathing these excretions oozing bile?
Then pull up a chair. This could take a while."
- MICHAEL ROBBINS, 'Space Mountain'
"I was born as a woman, I talk you to death,
or else your ear off,
or else you to sleep. What do I have, all the time
in the world, and a voice that swings brass back
and forth, you can hear it, and a focal point where
my face should be. What do I have, I have absolute
power, and what I want is your money, your drool,
and your mind, and the sense of myself as a snake,
and a garter in the grass . . .
Why do I do it is easy, I am working
my way through school. Give me the money
for Modernism, and give me the money
for what comes next."
- PATRICIA LOCKWOOD, 'The Hypno-Domme Speaks, and Speaks and Speaks'
". . . we just hugged, sat on a high up bench
somewhere not that secret really
off the Lewes road, afternoon of gold
and magpies on a cusp. But no wholly
"depth-charge branch is too white, padded
shot a mushroom cap a cheapened rink
ice age glass of frozen, uplit tongues
unleaven how I never meant for you to drink
"a glass of day-old wholly sincere
spit who under maketh spring sew
tongues into my pocket tongue
of day-old really salt-sincere snow
and not just sitting on a bench
how much we want to fuck in circling spring . . ."
- TIMOTHY THORNTON, 'Broadcast'
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