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Primary Thought Forms Gone Cosmic

2008-01-05T08:50:00.000-06:00

From a Big BANG out in IowaHeaded south out of AlbuquerqueA shiny new Volvo Air Ride she wasNew moon darkness enveloped the road waySo dark the road surface disappeared It was 2:45am About 2 hours outNearly to Truth or ConsequencesHe hadn’t noticed the fork on the Finnegan diagramThe one where E=mc2The one where two beers split into antimatterEjects a Fox news videoAfter Dr. Dimento gets called

Winds of Change - Water and Dust

2007-11-26T15:03:00.000-06:00

Wasted Time and TalentLike subjects of an obscure studyHoping to find their namesListed among the grant winnersHer photos stare into blank spaceWith the unrelenting drynessOf an authoritative textbookThe climate scientist droned onIt was the 101st paper of a long careerBy the 97th , written iconically in ’97He was recognized as prolificA champion in his fieldRain, or was it the lack of it?No

Synthetic life - Letting Sam &Mary Speak

2007-10-17T14:25:00.000-05:00

Use the control panel to start or stop the audio.UnStupid Continuum text Friday, January 06, 2006Today, Jan 10, 2007, I visited a website that I have been on for months and read an interview of Donald Hall, the new PLOTUS, by Robert Birnbaum. The first poem he talked about was "Baseball" which he summarized by saying, "... In that particular poem I talk about baseball only about

Sequel on Q

2007-10-16T07:01:00.000-05:00

On Oct 10 New York Times columnist published an article "Generation Q: The quiet ones."I've been calling them "Generation Q" — the Quiet Americans, in the best sense of that term, quietly pursuing their idealism, at home and abroad. But Generation Q may be too quiet, too online, for its own good, and for the country's own good.Had he taken my cue from my poem ? Twisted it for his purposes?Sunday,

THE 11TH HOUR AND GENERATION Z From New Verse News

2007-10-16T06:29:00.001-05:00

I wrote the poem, THE 11TH HOUR AND GENERATION Z in the middle of September right after Wilson published her piece and it was published on New Verse News on Sunday, Oct 7.The end of civilization?Not the Greatest Generationnor W,X,Y or the Boomers can face the ZWho will come to be, The doomsday eye witnessesBut WEThe 4F generation, Q-palsare not, are not among the listOur

Shaping the Message

2007-07-11T19:48:00.000-05:00

Some people say, seeking out meaning in poetry sometimes takes squinting or looking through binoculars or magnifying glasses to put things out of focus, blur out the detail... I believe it is inherent to the poetic experience:... sometimes you have to lay down till the feeling goes away or...!

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2007-06-29T10:44:00.000-05:00

GotPoetry.com > > News > > KY - Poetry Radio Show Every Friday Night: "Lyrical LiberationPoetry and Spoken Word with your host The Original WomanListen to KVDU tonight and Every Friday from 8pm 9pm ( mountain time )!( 10pm - 11pm eastern standard time )"

Mr Toad goes to Washington

2007-05-21T12:36:00.001-05:00

Mister Toad’s Born Again RideOut of the blue sky of disasterDevil winds twist like thunder godsDripping fury in cold dropsShowering the faithful Destroying the home of their dreamsDriven by fear incarnate Neighbors scurry like emboldened rabbitsMarching to warAnything to avoid facing the obviousThey feign an immortal faithOffering their petitions for sacrificeIt is a terrible lesson, aboutPoetic

A series poetry challenge

2007-03-25T19:25:00.000-05:00

The leader of a poetry group that I know challenged the group to write a poem a day for a week for the next group meeting. Generally I don't think much of this kind of thing but in this case it looked like a good place for some constrained writing:I decided that some kind of form built around the English vowels (a,e,i,o,u,y) would be appropriate. Only 6, but the way I chose to work out of that

How many fascists in high places

2007-03-14T13:12:00.000-05:00

Gopher Prairie’s Somnambulant "I love America, but I don't like it." *Asleep in one dimensional word hovels,ghosts of Dickens squirmlike a psalmist for the first little pig’s last partyFirst there were the reefersNext came the huffersFollowed by the buzz runnersFire & crystal forged into a conundrumFlimflam Damn Rapper could not crank offor blame a DJ hand job remix 4Could not regurgitate

myGod Space Aliens are Inside Us

2007-03-04T13:21:00.000-06:00

Going it aloneWhy worry about global warming catastropheMan is more clever than thatthat wily species has invented germ warfareToday we blame the terroristswho understand the sinister plotIt is only a ruse to soften the religious mindAccept the logic of us-or-themWhile hurricanes rage, dust bowls churnThe microbes work god-likeAbandoning their animation hostsGoing it alone, well not quite,in

Funcusing Convers(e)ation (or, Listening to the silent e)

2007-01-16T13:17:00.000-06:00

Jambo LiZaThe neologistics of made-up wordsTakes more than a word smithBending words to fitSentences they have been givenInvestigating incestuous juxtapositionsJoining Latin with SwahiliSuspending Babel for ad homonymSounds like goddamned work

Girls on the Bus

2006-12-20T20:56:00.000-06:00

Mirror of Deception Mirror of Deception Mirror of DeceptionReality spins dependency websdepicted in divine fantasiesEncoded behind left to rightReflected images mock conventionInside out color wheelsturn negatives into sweet odorsSensory receptors confuse perceptionEmit ennui bubblesSalubrious bestial tongue salivationdeluded with reverent logic Contemplates our starving

Medicine Wheel Ghost Dance

2006-11-29T08:54:00.000-06:00

Shadows from the Inner Sanctum I suppose I haven’t read enough Wallace Stevens,Or maybe it is William Carlos WilliamsThem who had their start long before Stegner& I never hear da work of Jack Kerouac in it’s original time and place likewhen Bukowski heard the muse grunt,Mellow. Or is it just as well left unsaid ?Were they uncomfortable with a rural past,A church floor that chimed for another

Mow Beta Clues

2006-11-05T09:58:00.000-06:00

Head Grasswhen I mowI edit poemsClipping boots &cutting blades—substitutes,words must explainwasted,clippings fly away.Mindlessly

A boy who sings like a man

2006-11-04T07:27:00.000-06:00

www.myspace.com/headandtoe What he did not knowIt was his preoccupation, curiously, That was his undoing. Vicariously,It kept him from his occupation, He only knew his dissatisfaction.It was his knack for comely interaction. What he wanted was his distraction.Listen to him and them sing the beat sound turned down low.

Requiem for a dead man who does not know he is dead

2006-08-11T11:50:00.000-05:00

(Is this) Something to die forwords on a white house missioncircling like turkey vulturedevil worshipers smelling road killall that remains, Iraq refuseregurgitated from the wasting carcassleft after the oil was burnedfreedom perverted by greedmen whose junior high shriveled ignobilityfathered global catastrophemisunderestimated he bonesspell the fate for a cowboy too long in the sundrug busted

How Billy Collins gets it, kinda

2006-06-09T10:42:00.000-05:00

Casting for Answersafter reading the Trouble With PoetryFish must imbibe in their own piss!Billy Collins says it has all been said& said & said about the useless dead, by all those living who copy insteadof innovating to get some home street credamongst Aquarians they’ve never read.Taken from a person with a legacywho I assume knows better than me, who’s old enough to spread

The Generations of Two

2006-06-03T08:19:00.000-05:00

Wake up Honey before Ants Smell the RosesI am dreaming of hidden variablesStanding behind me unseenLike ants in your pants that talk to meTheir antennae are telling me about tickling you It is something that proper aunts don’t talk aboutBut ants know something we do notThey chose women to do the work as if honey is everythingThe drones are a lot like the hidden variablesFunctionally unimportant

No Conventional Encounter

2006-06-02T17:51:00.000-05:00

Poitiers Church of Notre Dame de la Grande [20] -- "It will be seen that the construction is such that he who traces the path eventually emerges--like the poet of the "Rubaiyat"--by that same door at which he entered; he will have encountered no "stops," but he may have "looped the loop" an indefinite number of times." (shades of the Tree of Life?) ( Follow the black lines, not the spaces in

The power of pscyhedelic chemistry

2006-05-29T18:48:00.000-05:00

No Conventional EndeavorA simple mind may be an oddityBell hollow, empty and freeDefensive as a salamander stemIncurious and reactive to “them!”A pitiful choir singing off key,not? Like the elliptical blogger bunch,Beat reverberates with a hard key punchVerse written sans harmonySounds out like a parodyLess tasty than a meatless lunch.Are they are doing the best they can?Awash like a nascent

False Promises from the Gift Economy

2006-05-25T14:41:00.000-05:00

Nevermore, Never-the-less Out of the OrdinaryReading bad poetry is like free pornIt takes no imagination The goods is all covered with ad wordsJ-pegs stuck up with clichéThese sites must have vegan rootsThis stuff stinksLike overcooked kohl slawPredictable rhymeAnatomical parts like sad heartsSome artificially enhanced boob repetitionsImmature climax syntaxPortraying “love” mechanicallyUnder

Virtual Encounter, part 2

2006-05-19T10:17:00.001-05:00

She did not feel violatedIdeas inside her grewliterally,renewalswelled exponentially.The power of 21, 2, 4, 8, . . .Gut feelingsbeyond sensibilityconjured,Her confidence emergedupon the pagestunning revelations,acceptancefate bestows,lines of special profligacyborn of indeterminatecreativity.Punching hot keysfuriouslycasting caution to the winds totergiversate the muses,she offeredsacraments of

When words go below the underline

2006-05-12T08:47:00.000-05:00

What is it about language that makes a common base a denominator. Maybe it is how “divide and conquer” is inculcated and where resistance is based.MisunderstandingInverseworking minuspower poets dischargeonly after crazy thinkingexplodesA cinquaint (27 [3x3x3] syllables ) of the vulgar fraction type.

Assignation by a provocative word

2006-05-09T11:44:00.000-05:00

Virtual EncounterLike an amateur website porn queenshe phished the blogpoetry on a dark stream of lust and desiregot hooked by a verse she could not ignore,gently it touched her curiosity,it felt warm on her tongue,she took the wordsdeep in her throat.Feeling them explodeinside hermade her juices flow.Needing more,she waited for a a deep metaphorpenetratingto places she had never felt before . .

Wasted lines for a wasted planet

2006-04-24T13:57:00.000-05:00

Patriotic DutyDon’t ask, we won’t tellKilling is our jobWe won’t tell, if you don’t ask.Despot leaders make the call,“Make Wal-mart safe for hunters.”We carry the guns for bargain hunters.Shop, Shop, ShopKill, Kill, KillEverybody does their job,It’s specialization,Fair trade economics.Too old to shop?Pray, Pray, PrayFor those we don’t know, who mustDie, Die, DieSo we canShop, Shop, ShopEmpire as

War payment avoidance

2006-04-20T19:36:00.000-05:00

I felt a twag of guilt as I wrote off my expenses of being a poet. Then I thought of the money wasted on war. Poets Against the War are on the protest side, our losses are for the benefit of all those sane folks who are afraid to refuse to pay. When I thought of the mothers grieving their dead children, I knew I was right, this way the war mongers have to pay more than an equal share. Losses

The inerrant word of fraud

2006-04-09T20:05:00.000-05:00

ObedienceUnder the thudding regiment drumVibrations defying gravityStir dark souls to breathe.Hacking and spitting dustThorns break the soil,Puncture the feet . . .Hate extracting its ransomStep by step: hup, two, three, four,Bleeding out billions of debt for war.

Poets & Painters - The halo effect

2006-03-31T16:41:00.000-06:00

This is a piece about the quasi scientific process of using two art forms placed in close proximity or overlapping to produce a new piece of art. I like the way it expresses the concept of complementarity from Bohr's quantum theory, and speaks to the use of more than just visual perceptions in the creation of sensory expressions (I would call them images) like pseudochromesthesia. I really like

Hog Calling must be a Religious Symbol

2006-03-22T08:31:00.000-06:00

I was listening to a radio show the other day and the local host was interviewing a poet by the name of Kloefkorn. I never have been able to spell his name correctly although the sound of his voice is unmistakable.In the processof searching the web to find the correct spelling, a more engaging question presented itself, "What would a bunch of Catholics know about a Methodist talking to a group of

Incompetent in Chief

2006-03-20T11:34:00.000-06:00

Just a grevious complication of what happens when the electoral process is not allowed to grant the will of the people. Remember, after all the votes were counted Gore won Florida, he won the popular vote, but the Supreme Court's action prevented him from becoming the President. Now we live with the consequences of,War Mentality Iraqquagmire dead manBush lies made manifestU.S. neo-con empire

March Madness xL +2OT= 5cost

2006-03-08T09:57:00.000-06:00

Why does “March Madness . . . ” have 40 lines? It had 40 lines all by itself— it turned out that way. Minutes in a college basketball game, 40. Easter story? Tarot? March Madness: Did you ever wonderMarch. Wow, almost spring according to the sun.The evidence is clear— Dirt clods in the fields all look like dog turds by now.It makes sense.They’ve been through the gut of winter.Some things never

A Kesey explanation of a cross country trip

2006-02-22T10:25:00.000-06:00

Kerouac meets the Soccer MomI hear poets talking perfectionThe perfect word or guttural slurWorking on a line I think will insureMaster craft folk flaw detectionRewrites, interjection then rejection So who prescribes the drug of Kubla Kahn Wallace Stegner or dervish mahn I cannot tell what made me your All time dandy Big Rock Candy fanThe Further Mini Van stopped todayDriven by Lee

Not in Sunday School Anymore - Khoikhoi

2006-02-10T10:05:00.002-06:00

Fearless FosdickIf cops were lollipopsI lick their sweet assAnd curse the HottentotsThe missionary classConverted with plotsOf noble bombastClad in Jesus knotsFor crimes the Jews gotBlamed for. The lastTime war was foughtTo honor the pastMistakes of cops,The mold was castFor our own despotsKhoikhoi - "real people""Khoikhoi social organisation was profoundly damaged and, in the end, destroyed by

History for Dummies

2006-02-05T10:26:00.000-06:00

Apollyon had spent a great deal of his time abroad, and had failed to note how the revolution in America, the Reign of Terror in France, and the subsequent wars in Europe had materially increased the forces of the Republican Party in Hades.from Mr. Bonaparte of Corsica by John Kendrick BangsHistory for DummiesMy arrogant earthling realityIs not what I want it to be.My DNA shared with wormsA

Better than him ... they explain

2006-01-31T09:46:00.000-06:00

Last week I went to the VA hospitial for my annual. The place creeps me out but I go because it is a reminder of why War is Not the Answer. It always stimulates me to write and yesterday was no exception. One example that came to me as remember the Bob Dylan lines perverted,You're better than himYou were born Republican (or was it white skin, I can't tell the differnce anymore)they explainA

A Right Justified Hand Job

2006-01-27T10:14:00.000-06:00

Pornography PoliticsThe latest gotta haveA Jack Abram Off pill bottle dildoIt’s got yur screw off headWhen you rub it and say CASINOA white sticky liquidSquirts into your hand It’s for greasing the palmsThat do youse rightIt's half-on right now With a Bush guaranteeTo keep your name a secretand a Senator in your pocket

CCTT (Tease) IngenuiTies

2006-01-24T09:09:00.000-06:00

"The special theory of relativity owes its origins to Maxwell's equations of the electromagnetic field" — Albert Einstein When scientists write poetry they often end up in the wrong place. One of Einsteins heros wrote them. Finally they all had to resort to mathematics to clarify their thoughts about what they were trying to say. So, I started with T & T' and got to this, which is to say, the

I had a nightmare on the day we celebrate dreams

2006-01-16T18:24:00.000-06:00

Every year we honor Martin, and we hear again his stirring speech, "I have a Dream." But in many ways, that speech is among the least challenging of his charges to us, however hard and unfulfilled it remains. He dreamed other dreams, of the end of exploitative materialism and relentless militarism, of an America devoted to social justice and creative non-violence, which our mainstream media do

WAS JESUS A STONER?

2006-01-11T11:55:00.000-06:00

When i wrote this poem way back when and put it in the Paris Chapbook, little did I know that Paul was just carrying on an, ahem, family tradition. Well for those who didn't see it here first . . .First Century Psych OutSt. Paul’ssunlight trauma— Dropped some acid. Saw faces.Messiah cult tripper religiousvisionsRoman-rebel-Jew-boy-David-wannabe cumCrack Pharisee called Sadducees“Bad Guys.”Not

Work is Shit , War is Work ergo War is Shit

2006-01-06T13:06:00.000-06:00

Independent Online Edition > Europe: "The German Anarchist Pogo Party (APPD), whose defiant proclamation that 'Arbeit ist Scheisse' ('Work is shit') contrasts sharply with Angela Merkel's vows to reduce unemployment and Gerhard Schr?der's labour market reform programme, launched its campaign video on Monday for the 18 September election."No way out nowon behalf of peace and justiceOh, The curse

unStupid Continuum

2006-01-06T07:28:00.000-06:00

Unstupid Continuum In an online world Unstupid could be a desire It became a destination Only a search engine could understandWith a name like Google, most anything Disinterred from a vanity contestMost anything can be

1-900-poetics/ when good words go bad

2006-01-03T10:54:00.000-06:00

Writer's Block“building a ladder to my literature”from Let Me Write Words Of Desire Across Your Plane hotinbuffalo.poetry.blog (Dec 19, 2005 ff.)carefully crafted come-ons1-900-amI-HOTT masqueradeWords of Amherst fantasyprojected lust prayersleft unconsummatedAfraid to test cyclic rhythmslike couplets of slant rhyme - 2 -A Dickinsonianhyper hyphen holdingher humming

New posts are below this introduction

2005-12-31T07:29:00.000-06:00

The poetry and other works on this page are licensed for use under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.5 License.In many cases the work presented here may be an early draft that has been modified or changed. To obtain a reproducible copy that has the proper attribution included contact the author of the web site by emailing HLBumpkin@yahoo.com.ThanksLooking for My Paris Poetry? Click Here

Faith from the Beginning

2005-12-20T10:49:00.000-06:00

The piece below is part of an audio presentation that grew from a cinquain-T that was published on Poets Against the War and listed as a "Poem of the Week (Dec 18)" and on Grass & Gravel Times (Dec 20)Our Father Which Art In HeavenThis species believes It was created in a divine image Not from apes descended Does not evolution conceive As the story of its beginnings Where survival of

In duh beginning

2005-12-11T10:56:00.000-06:00

Gravy Train They Call New Orleans“Brownie, you’re doing a heckova job.” a quote of a misinformed citizenScientists have measured the gulf stream“30% less heat going north”It sounds like an Ice Age warningIn amongst global warming talksMy guess: “War is great” propagandaBlack is white confusionSent out to confound the critics“God is good” religious pomposityDecorating Joshua’s hornsEmperors take

Thanks for Listening

2005-11-30T09:09:00.000-06:00

Words of Victorypoetsfoment reform unlessleaders exacthuman respectwithoutreckless warfareMarch two beats per footreform without respectcannot escape dissentunless peons accept heroworshipWar is not the AnswerRide a Bicycle

What is Freedom

2005-11-15T09:51:00.000-06:00

42 days of Xmas(... does it mean freedom from God?)change my name to residenta destination for 4th class femalecatalogs and messages from the Presidentand all who are careless about retailfreedom. Buy what you all do not need,Honor the religious holiday of greed.Do you hear me?Do you hear me?To get the best effect of this poem it should be read with a test-to-speech synthisizer. I recommend

Home town revelation

2005-11-10T07:19:00.000-06:00

Press Start to Logout Riding past a Lutheran cemetery yesterdayright across the road from a Catholic one, I got to thinking, are they still members there?How about the other sects or heathensDo the dead have to finally make a choiceAre there agent saints that force them to beLutherans or Catholics? Maybe that is howcrematoriums get their business— a 3rd way— Picture the signs on

Is a picture of ABSTRACT not baseball?

2005-11-03T13:32:00.000-06:00

Taking Jack AbstractYogiBerra’s mitt-inPrimordial EssenceCan be seen just by looking. Fourcurve balls..http://www.artvilla.com/fish.htm

Wasted Stolen Saved

2005-10-26T08:18:00.000-05:00

Wasted Stolen Saved Glass droplets of morning frost dribbled across the pathway track field mice follow instinctively, impecunious mouths full of harvest hurry farm machines missed yesterday collecting nature’s cache. His advertence stolen from the morning sun the profits trickled to a walker

2005-10-22T09:49:00.000-05:00

Lesson in Geometry

2005-10-19T08:25:00.000-05:00

In another time and space in another permutation this poem was a comment on mathematicians and religiosity, but here it becomes a adjunct to a previous post, Dadburn County Barn Sculpture or two.McGregor ReduxEye do not believe in HalloweenIt has no coordinates to define its spaceGhosts are but pointsThey have no pairsNo black and rightNo left and whiteNo rulers or lengthCurvature templates or

Canada Goose Blues

2005-10-12T13:56:00.000-05:00

I don't know who these birds are but they look like they need a little help and it was the only non hunting pic I got when I googled the title for a picture. They claim to be a blues band. So givem a G'day or is that upside down for Aye?What the Honker SaidQuick rewind polar express Put-on morning white distress“Like” the winter snowMeans we gotta goSouth to Bourbon streetFor a season retreatNo

Connections with Beauford Delaney

2005-10-04T11:47:00.000-05:00

The subtext of the poetry section at the 2005 SD Festival of the Book was connections. I typically am interested and write about the disconnection between humans and the deeper universe but it was an engaging topic.Quincy Troupe returned again this year and in my research over the past few days I became aware of the connections between him and Beauford Delaney via James Baldwin and Paris. (Quincy

McGregor’s Garden Plot

2005-09-27T09:37:00.000-05:00

McGregor’s Garden Plot ...(on viewing Yahoo free fall greetings ecard *)...