Tag: pre-simulationism
member name: John F Walter
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October 23, 2007 02:31 PM EDT --
for Ed Nudelman, Gather´s most prolific poet troubador and my dear friend in the emptiness. This poem is as much about weathering brickbats in the real world as in the virtual. . . .
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August 11, 2007 10:55 AM EDT --
For Kathryn Esplin-Oleski, versatile journalist, fiction writer, and poet, who I am lucky to count as one of my virtual friends on Gather. The documentary on global warming featuring Vice . . .
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November 18, 2008 08:46 PM EST --
Even this begoogled poesy I can´t enact anymore.
And--hot damn!-- I thought I could at least get by
in this fashion, by flimming myself into
flamming you folks a little bit longer.
But the truth . . .
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February 28, 2007 02:13 PM EST --
For my youngest brother Patrick Walter, brilliant and versatile actor and writer, now living with his beautiful wife Monika and baby Yrja in Norway's northernmost Arctic Circle, who probably has . . .
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March 21, 2009 05:14 PM EDT --
For David Lipshultz (1970-2004)
If I could wash my face in this basin
while I wept at your grave in Phoenix
dude I swear . . .
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April 02, 2008 10:59 AM EDT --
For Boris G., virtual buddy and fellow poet, who keeps me on my toes with his incandescent prose.
---Hypocrite lecteur--mon semblable, --mon frère!*
Au Lecteur, LES . . .
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December 14, 2008 02:08 PM EST --
for Ron Breedlove, soldier, storyteller, poet and astute political observer.
a little accordion music maestro
will the goggling geese in the back . . .
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December 19, 2008 03:31 PM EST --
you imagine oatmeal
wish for a hot shower
then view again a shore a sea
zoom back to your tracks
tamped into wet sand
it's started raining on your bed
but there's no parasol
flung . . .
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January 11, 2009 11:33 AM EST --
You´re bound to a place by habit or choice.
´Picked this spot here.´ ´ Forgot to move away.´
So speak the stones, when each spectral voice
rustles tomb grass with reasons . . .
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March 13, 2007 06:10 PM EDT --
For Brenda Clewes, beautiful dancer and brilliant pre Sim poet of the embodied mind. Her work interrogates consciousness and the evanescent self in a way that recalls a great modern American video artist, . . .
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July 22, 2007 05:38 PM EDT --
For all contemporary artists who get mired in the latest critical theories and lose hope. This one especially goes out to my pre Sim homegirls Amy George and Jill Pazerackas of . . .
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July 15, 2007 12:22 PM EDT --
Sonnet elegy for Don Francisco Cara Martin, my father-in-law (1930-2002).
I never liked its name, 'Alzheimer's,´
Which brings to mind a faulty rhymer,
Who, . . .
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October 11, 2007 03:25 PM EDT --
For Barry Crooks, friend, fellow playwright and poet, and searcher for the reality ¨in between.¨
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The doll world surely exists, just as does any cherished mirror . . .
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July 20, 2008 11:41 PM EDT --
There´s no wife tonight: no other half of the tale.
No questions or desires blurted down the hallway.
No delivery of daily vignettes across the sofa´s pillows.
No flurry . . .
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October 18, 2008 05:16 PM EDT --
when you fling yourself upon that time
no when you touch it back into life
the core episode savored like a drug
like memory´s fuel-injection system
boosting your custom-built time machine
you . . .
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March 31, 2009 01:06 PM EDT --
For Stephanie Brown McCabe, my fellow desperado in Hollywood at the Lido Apartments at Wilcox and Yucca Avenue, a block above the Walk of The Stars, where we lived around the corner . . .
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September 20, 2007 11:12 AM EDT --
For my dear friend here on Gather and fellow pre Simulationist poet Amy George, to whom I turned for advice on a poem for the first time last night, and whose key suggestion changed this piece from . . .
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October 27, 2007 02:13 PM EDT --
for Will Evans and Alexander Leverenze, who look beyond the focal noise to the twitchings of golems on the edges of the foveal frame. This poem was inspired by the classic 1920 German Expressionist . . .
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January 15, 2008 06:49 AM EST --
for Mark Christian Klopp, eternal Manhattanite of the Upper West Side, who´s taught me more about poetry through his troubador's words murmured into my phone´s receiver than . . .
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January 16, 2008 09:32 PM EST --
For my dear friend and fellow Gather poet Minnie W., whose exquisite subjectivity and the feeling maps that undergird it tell her where the truth lies, on the world wide web and in the wide world. . . .
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