is out of style.
is in my poems.
donÕt appear in certain journals because
is out of style.
Not about me personally.
Robert Hass has no idea who I am,
nor should he,
since my poems donÕt appear in certain journals.
he wrote that twenty years ago.
out of fashion then, too,
but twenty years ago,
I wasnÕt writing poetry
so I didnÕt
find out about it until twenty years late.
That explains a lot.
developing that understanding,
because even though
I donÕt appear in certain journals,
fashion feeds on itself.
I could be back in style one day,
twenty years from now.
Wikimedia says if everyone consulting
Wikipedia gave only $3 a year,
their operating expenses would be covered.
My 30 bucks just picked up the tab
for 9 of you slack-asses, half of whom
are probably plagiarizing paragraphs for a school paper.
See how good people facilitate
a scum of social flotsam in the interest
of keeping a good thing going?
Sacrifice half a pack of cigarettes, half a pint at the bar.
Leave two Big Gulps in the soda fountain,
pass on half a cup of mocha latte expresso, just once.
See what it feels like to pay your own way
to stoke the questions of a hungry brain.
(Homage to Frederick Seidel)
He writes unbroken lines that must set typesetters crazy squeezing print into margins.
Condense the font, shave the point size, cozy up the kerning —
Whitman and Ginsberg must be shitting themselves in the poesy ether!
Walt with a hand in his own compositions,
Al reliant on FerlinghettiÕs paperbound inventions to cast those ambling lines —
neither positioned for software-assisted textual subversions.
And the Fred-head word verve!
Topical nerve with Seussean insouciance:
trolling under bridges in bespoken threads,
dog poop on Broadway, Ducatis in France,
ViagraÕd dalliance with tender young ladies in lace underpants.
How does an eighty-year-old get away with that?
Sir, will it soon come to light you cut a Faustian bargain?
No wonder, then, you donÕt fit the margins.
Brrring, Brrring, the Homophone Is Ringing
Timmy T.Õd been fired before,
wearing a bowtie at a necktie radio station:
No surprise to hear
hit the road for posting a blog explaining homophones
to students of ESL, enrolled in Provo from 58 nations.
ÒBasic stuff,Ó Timmy said,
though at the time of firing, his boss
did not know the definition,
begging the question — if your name were
Clarke Woodger would your mind go,
ÒPeople at this level of English
might think a blog on homophones
has something to do with homosexuality,Ó
the kind of Òadvanced stuffÓ
Nomen Global Language school
did not teach its students — English
as foreign language to the native speaker.
But who knew what Utah taught you?
Provo prompts provocateur . . .
or perhaps provolone. Get it out of here!
Though in aftermath, it remains unclear
if fridges were purged of homogenized milk
and Nomen its homo sapiens.
Provo, Utah, July 14, 2014
Clarke Woodger, owner of the Nomen Global Language Center, informs teacher and education blogger Tim Torkildson, ÒThis blog on homophones is the last straw. You canÕt be trusted.Ó
Wisdom of Ages
Frozen in that vinyl-clad living
room, superfluous from unuse,
I heard GrandmotherÕs impression of
the ultimate truth —
a slow-arriving realization
once her premise became clear —
ÒI canÕt believe you havenÕt
dedicated your life
to preaching the Word of God.
You talk so good.Ó
I was only age eleven,
had yet to abjure notions of heaven.
After Her: Empathy for the Pig
The bristles are bunched for hairbrushes.
The fat is rendered into lard.
The skin fried as cracklings or rinds.
Ribs, roasts, and loins carved from the carcass.
Intestines rinsed clean for chitterlings.
The organs stewed into various treats, tinned
for humans, cats, and dogs.
The skeleton shaken free of cartilage
for gummy bears and the like.
The bones ground for fertilizer and meal.
© Winston Derdenis
Bio: Winston Derden is a poet and fiction writer residing in Houston, Texas. His poetry publications include New Texas, Blue Collar Review, Big River Poetry Review, IllyaÕs Honey, Barbaric Yawp, ÕMerica Magazine, Soft Cartel, Down in the Dirt, Plum Tree Tavern, and numerous anthologies. He earned a BA and MA at the University of Texas, Austin.