Friday, July 25, 2014

Contributors to On Barcelona as of July 25, 2014


January 2012


Aaron Belz, Geoffrey Gatza, Larissa Shmailo, Gregory Vincent de St. Tomasino, Charles Bane Jr., Stephen Russell, Bill Pearlman, Michael Rothenberg, Helen Duberstein, David Weinstock, Rodney Nelson, Alexandra Schor, Glen Phillips, Jaime Manrique, Dean Faulwell, Hilton Obenzinger, Burt Kimmelman, Anthony Robinson, Tony Mancus, Donna Fleischer, Lynda Schor, Hal Sirowitz, bobbi lurie, Halvard Johnson, Andrew Burke, Ken Wolman, Philip Hartigan, Paul Murphy, Steve Tills, Bill Dunlap, John M. Bennett, Robert Hughes via Halvard Johnson, Richard Livermore, Nancy Scott, Ramón Gómez de la Serna via Richard Kostelanetz, Harriet Zinnes, rob mclennan, Janet Mason, Steve Dalachinsky, Colin Morton, Lakey Comess, Patrick McManus, Lawrence Upton, Nathalie F. Anderson, Gunnar Ekelöf via Edward Field, Mark Weiss, Sheila F. Murphy, James Cervantes, Jill Jones, Douglas Barbour, Calvin Pennix, Bob Marcacci, Bonnie MacAllister, Anny Ballardini, Johanna Fischer, Mark Melnicove, David Rakowski, William Bain, Jerry McGuire, Hugh Behm-Steinberg, Hugh and Jane Stilley, Roger Mitchell, Larry Goodell, Amy King, Jan Clausen, Jasper Brinton, Ric Carfagna, Mark Prudowsky


February 2012


Rose Mary Boehm, Eileen Tabios, Janet Spangler, Laura Young, Lila Zeiger, Jack Dowling, William Bain, John M. Bennett, Douglas Barbour, Katherine Soniat, Sheila F. Murphy, James Cervantes, Jeff Harrison, Paul Charles Howell, Lars Palm, Mary Kasimor, George Bowering, Alvin Greenberg, Jose Padua, Alan Sondheim


March 2012


George Bowering, Laura Young, Dick Allen, William Bain, Steve Dalachinsky, Rose Mary Boehm, John M. Bennett, Mark DuCharme, Dominic Fox, Elizabeth Switaj, Thad Rutkowski, Felino A. Soriano, Michael Andre


April 2012


Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, Robin Mookerjee, John M. Bennett, Laura Young, Lanny Quarles, Mark Prudowsky, Chris Mansell, Dean Faulwell, Bjørn Magnhildøen, Jacques Prèvert via Harriet Zinnes, Alan Sondheim, Michael Andre, Harriet Zinnes, Dominic Fox, Max Richards, Cheryl Pallant, Lakey Comess, Gloria Avner, Andrew J. Jones, Steve Tills, David Gitin, Vivekanand Jha, Susan Lewis, Joel Chace, Patrick McManus


May 2012


Jasper Brinton, Laura Young, John M. Bennett, Jane Joritz-Nakagawa, William Bain, Gene Tanta, Cortney Bledsoe, Márton Koppány, Alex M. Pruteanu, Andrew Burke, Paul Charles Howell, bobbi lurie, Barry Spacks, Mark Prudowsky, Vernon Frazer, Michael Farrell, Barry Seiler, Halvard Johnson, Matthew Hill, Tucker Stilley, Caleb Puckett, Edgar Gabriel Silex, Rudolfo Carrillo, Audrey Friedman, Sheila E. Murphy, Lars Palm, Diana Magallón


June 2012


Harriet Green, Joanna Howard, John M. Bennett, Lena Bartula, Skip Fox, Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, Harriet Zinnes, Gray Jacobik, Hal Sirowitz, Sheila E. Murphy, Douglas Barbour, Edward Field, Lawrence Upton, Mark Weiss, Laura Young, Michael Kelleher, Mark Melnicove, Will Hochman, Jim Cory, William Allegrezza, Rafi Lev, Peter Ciccariello, Mark Young, Donna Kuhn, bobbi lurie, Rodney Nelson, Steve Dalachinsky, Mark DuCharme, Calvin Pennix, Murat Nemet-Nejat, Erik H. Rzepka, Michael Gottlieb, Barry Alpert, Jasper Brinton, Niels Hav, Adam Fieled, James Cervantes, Frederick Pollack, Donna Fleischer, Steve Tills, Paul Siegell, Scott Keeney, William Bain, Jill Jones, Diana Magallón, Jessy Randall


July 2012


Scott Keeney, Larry Goodell, John M. Bennett, Stephen Caratzas, Barry Seiler, Rudolfo Carrillo, Caleb Puckett, Felino Soriano, Peter Ciccariello, Alan Britt, Russ Golata, Laura Young, Jane Joritz-Nakagawa, Dean Faulwell, Michael Gottlieb, Lakey Comess, Marc Vincenz, Glen Phillips, Steve Dalachinsky, Karri Kokko


August 2012


Ric Carfagna, Barry Spacks, Wendy Battin, David Graham, Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, Allen Bramhall, Orchid Tierney, Halvard Johnson, Ruth Damon, Jeff Harrison, Erik H. Rzepka, Roger Mitchell, Russ Golata, David Gitin, Sarah Edwards, John M. Bennett, Donna Kuhn, H. Palmer Hall, Márton Koppány, Gloria Avner, Basil King, Daniel Zimmerman, David Rakowski, Chris Jones, Steve Dalachinsky, Marge Merrill, Scott Keeney, Stephen Ellis, Lars Palm, Bill Wootton, mIEKAL aND, Andrew Burke, Gwyn McVay, David Howard, Rudolfo Carrillo, Mark Thomas, R. Clark Morrow, Al Maginnes, Peter Ganick


September 2012


John M. Bennett, Steve Tills, Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, Alan Sondheim, Peter Ganick, Rudolfo Carrillo, David Hopes, James Cervantes, Márton Koppány, Lynda Schor, Stephen Russell, Diana Magallón, Mark Prudowsky, John Oughton, Russ Golata, Bjørn Magnhildøen, Jasper Brinton, Luc Fierens, Halvard Johnson, Nico Vassilakis, David Weinstock, Colin Morton, Jaap Stijl, Isma'il ibn Ali al-Sadiq, Talan Memmott, Vernon Frazer, Jim Andrews, Barbara Moore Vincent, Volodymyr Bilyk, Christopher Barnes, Sheila Black, Kristin Palombit


October 2012


Nico Vassilakis, Katherine Soniat, Russ Golata, Jim Andrews, Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, Dean Faulwell, Lakey Comess, Luc Fierens, Stephen Ellis, Márton Koppány, Christopher C. Jones, Volodymyr Bilyk, Ziba Karbassi, Jim Leftwich & John M. Bennett, Jim Bennett,  rob mclennan, Laura Young, Andrew Burke, Felino A. Soriano, Jim Wittenberg


November 2012

Kit Robinson, Diana Magallón, Donna Kuhn, Michael Fleming, Mark Prudowsky, Márton Koppány, Rae Desmond Jones, John M. Bennett, Lars Palm, Diana Magallón, David Harrison Horton, Volodymyr Bilyk, Teresa Peipens, John C. Goodman, Mary Kasimor, Peter Gannick, John M. Bennett, Glenn Bach, Laura Young 

December 2012

Rudolfo Carillo, Bob BrueckL, Laura Young, Jan Clausen, Felino Soriano, Joel Chace, Jasper Brinton, Vernon Frazer, Luc Fierens, Ruth Lepson, Lynda Schor, Philip Meersman, John Oughton, Alicia Askenase, Hugh Seidman, Catherine Daly, Victoria Marinelli, Anthony Robinson, Lawrence Upton, Russ Golata, Paul Howell, Rudolfo Carrillo

January 2013

John Oughton, Ken Wolman, Lakey Comess, Marge Merrill, Martha Deed, Nancy Scott, Volodymyr Bilyk, David Howard, Eileen Tabios, Larissa Shmailo, John M. Bennett, Luc Fierens, Bob BrueckL, Marthe Reed, Sheila E. Murphy, Stephen Ellis, Ann Neuser Lederer, Vernon Frazer, Richard Kostelanetz, Caleb Puckett, rob mclennan, Russ Golata, Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, William Bain, Michael Andre, Katherine Soniat, Satu Kaikkonen, Lars Palm, Felino A. Soriano, Murray Jennings, James Cervantes 

February 2013

Alla Vilnyanskaya, Laura Young, Nico Vassilakis, Wendy Battin, John M. Bennett, Jasper Brinton, Tad Richards, Larry Goodell, Charles Taylor, Alan Sondheim, Diana Magallón, G. Robert Jeaurond, Volodymyr Bilyk, B.E. Kahn, William Bain, Joseph Somoza

March 2013

Diana Magallón, Allen Bramhall, Diane Jackman, rob mclennan, Bob Marcacci, Halvard Johnson, Rudolfo Carrillo, Lakey Comess, David Howard, Federico Federici, John M. Bennett, Niels Hav, Alicia Salinas

April 2013

John Oliver Simon, Volodymyr Bilyk, Taylor Reid, Mark Prudowsky, Elizabeth Terrazas, Murray Jennings, Stephen Ellis, John M. Bennett, Felino A. Soriano, Sheila E. Murphy, James Finnegan

May 2013

Lawrence Upton, Volodymyr Bilyk, John M. Bennett, Peter Ganick, James Bell, Bob BrueckL, Rudolfo Carrillo, Francesco Aprile, Allen Bramhall, Francesco Levato, Laura Young, Adam Fieled, Pansy Maurer-Alvarez

June 2013

Laura Young, Felino A. Soriano, Aurora Margrethe, Stephen Ellis, Dean Faulwell, Volodymyr Bilyk, Andrew K. Peterson

July 2013

Glenn Bach, Charles Taylor, Lakey Comess, John M. Bennett, Lynda Schor, Joseph Somoza, Signe Hammer, Sheila E. Murphy, Volodymyr Bilyk, Vernon Frazer, Ray Greenblatt, Matt Margo, Ric Carfagna

August 2013

Marcus Bales, Stephen Ellis, Andrew Cantrell, Alan Sondheim, Allen Bramhall, Felino A. Soriano, Jesse S. Mitchell, Albino Carrillo, Donna Kuhn, Camille Martin, Márton Koppány, Mark Prudowsky, Alan Sondheim, Wendy Battin, Peter Ciccariello, Martha Deed

Sept. 2013

Rudolfo Carrillo, Márton Koppány, Alan Sondheim, Martha Deed, rob mclennan, David Howard, Charles Taylor, Lanny Quarles, R. Clark Morrow, Lynda Schor, Skip Fox, Halvard Johnson, Alyssa Black, Colin Morton, Joel Chace, Stephen Ellis, John M. Bennett, Lakey Comess, Felino A. Soriano, Volodymyr Bilyk

October 2013

Allen Bramhall, Bob BrueckL, Márton Koppány

November 2013

Mark Prudowsky, Stephen Ellis, Márton Koppány, Jim Benz, Jesse S. Mitchell, Vernon Frazer, Nazar Honczar, Laura Young, David Bircumshaw

December 2013

Volodymyr Bilyk, Lawrence Upton, Andrew Burke, Laura Young, Murray Jennings, Coral Carter, David Howard, Felino A. Soriano, Wendy Battin

January 2014

James Cervantes, Joel Chace, Harriet Zinnes, Bill Wootton, Lawrence Upton, Kenneth Wolman, Donna Kuhn, Edgar Gabriel Silex, Ali Znaidi, Nancy Scott, Charles Bane, Jr., Charles Taylor, Susan Lewis, Caleb Puckett, Adam Fieled

February 2014

Colin Herd, John M. Bennett, Janet Joritz-Nakagawa, Peter Ganick, Mike Sikkema, Joel Chace, Md Khan, Vernon Frazer, Stephen Ellis, Matt Hill, Bob Marcacci

March 2014

Mark Prudowsky, John M. Bennett, Hal Sirowitz, Matthew Rotando, Volodymyr Bilyk, Carole Rosenthal, Ali Znaidi

April 2014

Philip Garrison, Márton Koppány, Lawrence Upton, Laura Young, Bob BrueckL, Larissa Shmailo, Volodymyr Bilyk

May 2014

Ric Carfagna,  Allen Bramhall, Ali Znaidi, Felino A. Soriano, Laura Young,  John M. Bennett, Lanny Quarles, Lynda Schor, Sue Beere, Charles Taylor, J.P. Dancing Bear

June 2014

David Howard, Anny Ballardini, Charles Taylor, Joseph Somoza, Halvard Johnson, Alan Sondheim, William Allegrezza, Eileen Tabios, Philip Byron Oakes, Márton Koppány, Virginie Colline

July 2014

 Roger Mitchell, Mark DuCharme, Susan Lewis,



Susan Lewis



Like Leaves

1.

more or less
perceived,

allium-pungent,
advertently plangent

while, glossy & glasslike
our point of view

filters & reflects
(to the rumble of agitated droplets)

(like distant hooves
where zebras outnumber

their plainer cousins)—
despite the paucity of

synthesis or
other human ascendancy—

(since beauty’s in
the detours)

2.

cringing
in a dry wind,

her hunted gaze
dodges.

Does he see(k)
Our Lady of Situations?

The Cave of Time?
Dodging still,

her view thins &
runs like gruel.

Shrunken, crouching
in her minor shadow,

waiting for another eye
to see her way.

The hot wind
punishes the leaves

huddling & cowering
like crones

while the heat blurs the edge
of its own weight

& wisdom softens
& submits.

The lovers’ words
repeat & what

needs hearing
withers on the tongue.

Yes but no.
Soon but never.

He thinks what he missed
might wait.

He thinks she
should lead the way.

She sees this hurtling,
hour by hour,

while ripeness ever &
ever eludes.


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Mark DuCharme


4 poems from Defacement


Program

To make of the city a garden
Anointed with heat & birds’ flutter
In daylit anatomy, ripping out your tongue

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Marrow

To begin again, without knowing
What will or won’t take place
Except in flutters of the marrow
Which we place, transcendently
Evolving from the map
In a language of the sparrows—
Broken effigies
Unique & darkly strung

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Grope

What, the hidden, violent charm
Within that country of no art
Under birds’ laughing
Birds only laugh when you grope
Under wings’ thrashing
Within laughter’s violent charm

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Serious

                 "An opportunist! Should get married!
                  Should do big oil paintings! Get serious!"
                         —Ted Berrigan

             These days
The real opportunists

                                              Screw the paintings
                                     & Just do big oil


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Roger Mitchell


I Wonder
Were I a fly,
would I drop down
onto the knee
of a creature
eight hundred times
my size and, there,
let the sun light
up my wings while
I rubbed two
of my hair-like
arms back and forth
against each other,
as though sharpening
the knife of life
on the pure luck
of having it?


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I Wave and Give It Back

What are we to think when the petals of the rose-pink lily
peak in a gray-green claw or fang
and the stamens and pistils curl
in a cluster of gestures
not unlike the finger I was given years ago
on the New Jersey Turnpike by a sweet seven-year-old
bored in the back of her mother's wide suburban station wagon?
She probably wanted to stay home and listen to her records
or play with her mother's nail polish,
but now she had to go to Ocean City and get sand in her hair.
Being generous, I waved and gave it back.
Where is she now? Bored in Biloxi?
At the bottom of the Rappahannock?
Never use a poem for a personal grumble,
the handbook says, unless you can indict the whole
of Western Civilization along the way.
The whole of Moscow gets in line
to eat the gouged out flank of several billion
anonymous quadrupeds, mooing as they do.
Moo for the simple, unsuspecting thing.
Moo for the one who knows, as well.
It's supposed to make him gentle, the knowing,
but it makes him crazy first
and then gentle, but always with a crazy edge.
The chickadee goes zip, dee-dee, and bobs there upside down.
That man over there. No, not that one. The other one.
The one with his hand in the other man's pocket.
Have you ever seen that man before?
Have you ever been that man before?
Sumeria, it's lovely this time of year.
Ouagadougou, Yellow Knife.
They have sand in Yellow Knife, a kind of song they sing,
and on the short summer nights, you can hear
jukeboxes and broken glass,
the growl of punctured tailpipe.
Stars as big as pancakes fall out of the sky.
Nothing is lost.


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Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Virginie Colline


Coney Island Haiku

cotton candy haze
he rides down Memory Lane
merry kid again

















(Photo: Bob Merco)

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Sunday, June 8, 2014

Márton Koppány



Hello 

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Philip Byron Oakes


Looking Down

Polemic dandies emptying gestures of overtones 
pointing the way. Anecdotal circles felt full when
rounding off what could have been as much as if
it weren’t, a story with an end that doesn’t. 
Compound the peripheral with center staging 
journeys to the edge, of being within a distance 
prescribed as room to run no more. Tantamounted
on burly steeds, giving rides their chance to get 
somewhere while nowhere waits in the wings. 
Monumentally at risk of slipping through cracks, 
commemorating the fissures that opened whole 
worlds to a sinking feeling it’s true. A premonition 
in the residue turning time into treasure, at a 
distance stood still for the past to take its bow. 
Marginalizing a thoroughfare to having forgotten 
as a friend, with which to rely upon a future 
cracking backs and forth in the concrete world to 
come. The precipitous promise of a lean into a 
tomorrow one hurdle away from the likelihood 
of falling, into luck as the valley would have it. 

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x 2

Duplicities one at a time till counted twice 
the weight allowed. Colloquial vittles stuffing
teddy bears on the laps of statues gone south 
for the winter. Due to be borne upon the 
backs baring burdens, for what they are as 
less the more they seem to be. Veritable 
horsemen riding stick ponies into the mind’s 
eye, on a monkey’s business climbing heights 
never to be heard from again. Clustered by 
halves cozied up to the whole, as meant to 
be what can’t be by virtue of two to the fore 
of the parade. Flabber gassing the trenches 
from well above it all. Juxtaposing for 
pictures wrought in single minded pursuit 
of the u-turns, down happy trails leading 
to belief in what comes with greetings 
from the box. 

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Tapping 

Elliptically forthwith loosening feet 
foundered in step with legs lost to 
the dance. Piquant darlings of the 
aftertaste waxing nostalgic for the 
mouthful, lost to a flavor of silence 
as food for thought. Rambles 
through wrinkles in the time to be 
still for the dust to settle. 
Choreographed to last the falling 
into luck of the drawn upon, to 
make broken strides matter in 
gaits swung to clear the path
as integrally akin to where
it is it ends.

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Friday, June 6, 2014

Eileen Tabios


TWICE, I FORGOT (1)

I forgot once longing for an intermission. But love is also a source of difficulty.
I forgot the pillow still shielding a stray tooth because someone believed in a fairy tale.



TWICE, I FORGOT (2)

I forgot the brother who gave me a rainbow trapped within enamel.
I forgot, for him, she released milk to orphaned baby birds.



TWICE, I FORGOT (3)

I forgot it was not a blood teardrop—simply, the last red pepper hanging from a 
string in front of a white wall.
I forgot soldiers whispering by a paltry stream, their eyes locked on the slimness 
of my ankles revealed through ripped cotton.



THRICE, I FORGOT (1)

I forgot moths as the sun disappeared—“the flutter of wings as they teased a dim 
porch light.”
I forgot entrancement with the layered auras of decay.
I forgot a water lily forms instantaneously.



THRICE, I FORGOT (2)

I forgot releasing breath solely to describe milk transformed by your scent.
I forgot Tequila Corazon de Agave alchemized from the heart of blue agave bred 
in the rich, red soil of the “Highlands” in Arandas, Jalisco, Mexico.
I forgot “Mutual Funds” is an oxymoron.



THRICE, I FORGOT (3)

I forgot the seduction of wet cobblestones.
I forgot the blinding whiteness of a thick porcelain mug sunning itself on your 
windowsill.
I forgot those dolls—for a moment, their eyes had relaxed.


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Tuesday, June 3, 2014

William Allegrezza



the dance

the water buffalo cried
as we fought, and though i
saw, i did not
let go as i should, as
we should.  the water
buffalo cried as we fought hard.
the tears were a
river through reeds, but i did
not let go, as
i should, as we all should.


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we owe ourselves the act

i was told
assistance
is relief
so i carried handles
on a cart in the city
and all around people
were smiling and
the rain held off

events passed without
our notice
while on edges
they were waiting for help
with windows cracked
and lights left on.


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Not Clairvoyant

you have fettered my hands,
and now i search the closet of hoaxes
for a way out.
i'm not clairvoyant, but i am
determined.
And though you
whisper over my shoulder about
the coming storms--the
smell of wind and rain, the darkened
sky, you are
afraid yet do not let me out

to help.


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Alan Sondheim


Paul Celan

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Was it pain? What happened, when I read you I wonder if you
could speak at all. I sound stupid here. But I have plumbed
depths and I hate writing you like this when you won't read it and our ages would be radically unequal. I'm used to that,
radically unequal ages, but not much else. The world is hell.
No one will know what has been wrought on this planet. I know
everything awaits slaughter. I know slaughter is painful and
nothing has asked for this wager. Everything waits for the curtain to fall, often at the bidding of something else. We
have no control over this. So you would have to accept this.
It is evening here and it is not evening where you are. If you leave the earth it is not evening either. You must know
what it is like, this lack of evening, this night into which
the cosmos descends. Or does it. It does for you and me but
there are others waiting for eternity. They will not have to
wait that long. There are technologies at work for those who
have the means to escape slaughter. They never live where you
live or where I live. But you did not escape and my mind does
not let me escape. At night my mind condemns me. I wrote so
mundane a style. You understand me. I mean you would if you
could. If I could only meet you. If I could only meet you I
could save you. The world is full of possibility. I am sure
I can save you still if I am given time. If I am given time
I can change things. I I I I I. I can changes things and none
of this will happen. I will not write this either.

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write me.

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