BeeZeep (poem): TV culture

Posted by ractrose on 28 Aug 2017 in Art, Poems

        BeeZeep   What about that golden arm Give it back, will you give it back It would have been some other wife he’d rooked An after-image looking spectral, beckoning through glass Smashing sea waves shooting foam across the rocks spliced-in footage quick cuts from the door and back Saying not why […]

Come Back (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 23 Aug 2017 in Art, Poems

      Come Back   Come back to the eatery you’d picked Memory in the folder of un-wholly-spoiled success Cowardice and obligation, avoiding death Hands of the simple good that itch For prey to stop along the way Our subject jokes in a beggarly way The cowed man bringing his cowed children To take […]

On Taste: You, Yourself

Posted by ractrose on 22 Aug 2017 in Art, Nonfiction

My Curious Reading An appeal to the senses.   You, Yourself                 Taste can be understood both as a system of aesthetics, and a guideline to propriety. Regarding what might be labeled presentation, all things seen and owned, taste has two aspects: preference, and received perception. That is, […]

Taste Is Victory (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 12 Aug 2017 in Art, Poems

      Taste is Victory   Taste is victory You may as well not look Chaos, my partridge, is like The eye of shame in poor attire Swiveling and cocking As with these fowls I carry to the village fair Feathers ruffle and each movement stirs the air   Once I began to earn […]

Adventures in Research: Safety First

Posted by ractrose on 9 Aug 2017 in Nonfiction

My Curious Reading Adventures in Research Safety First               From the Nottingham Evening Post, Wednesday 18 October, 1950, “Bomb Head Find”.   Workers in Nottingham discovered an unexploded WWII bomb, one fitting neighborhood recollections as having failed to go off during an air-raid. The workers winched it up, and […]

Corey Jack: Paranoia (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 7 Aug 2017 in Art, Poems

      Paranoia   Fixed in Corey Jack’s mind His paranoia, so-called A prophetic vibe he has known as a birthright The pictures given are all wreckage Windows busted out with a blackened lick of flame A rank of old acquaintance wasted, cause If you get the breaks you get a diploma A contract […]