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    Quote Originally Posted by KZZ View Post
    Three Poems By Tao Lin


    That night with the green sky

    It was snowing and you were kind of beautiful
    We were in the city and every time I looked up
    Someone was leaning out a window, staring at me

    I could tell you liked me a lot or maybe even loved me
    But you kept walking at this strange speed
    You kept going in angles and it was confusing me

    I think maybe you were thinking that you'd make me disappear
    By walking at strange speeds and in a strange, curvy way
    But how would that cause me to vanish from the planet Earth?

    And that hurts
    Why did you want me gone?
    That hurts
    Why?
    Why?
    I don't know
    Some things can't be explained, I guess
    The sky, for example, was green that night



    Poems that look weird

    One time I wrote a poem that looked really weird
    It looked like a scrabble board would
    If I were playing against you and losing by three hundred or something
    Because I'd just mix up all the tiles then, and
    You'd be angry but you'd laugh and that would be fun

    This other time you had The Paris Review anthology
    And you were looking for a poem about boats to show me
    And I pointed at a poem that looked weird
    And I said, I hate it when they do that
    And you said, I don't, I think it's pretty

    Another time I was thinking about you
    And I was thinking that you think that weird poems are pretty
    And I think that you are pretty
    I was thinking that there was something there, in that thought
    Some sort of connection that was completely free of bullshit, finally



    A poem I can read, stand back from, understand, and nod at

    I've started lying to editors of literary magazines
    I tell them I'm in Taiwan or Nicaragua or something
    So can I email my submission?
    All lies

    I don't feel sneaky and good about this
    I don't pat myself on the back
    And I don't brag to friends
    I don't even smile
    But I do save paper, ink, money, and time

    these are nice, barring a few gay lines (Some sort of connection that was completely free of bullshit, finally)

    I like the third one the most

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    CALL SEAN HANNITY
    As for the poem the Adorable One slipped into your pocket,
    Which began, "I think continually about us, the superhuman, how
    We fly around saying, 'Hi. I'm So-and-So, and who are you?'"
    It has been years since you bothered to read it. But now
    In this lavender light under the shade of the pines the time
    Seems right. The dust of a pion, the dark crumble of images
    Down the page are all that remain. And she was beautiful,
    And the poem, you thought at the time, was equally so.
    The lavender turns to ash. The clouds disappear. Where
    Is she now? And where is that boy who stood for hours
    Outside her house, learning too late that something is always
    About to happen just at the moment it serves no purpose at all?
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    If there must be a god in the house, must be,
    Saying things in the rooms and on the stair
    Let him move as the sunlight moves on the floor
    Or moonlight, silently, as Plato’s ghost
    Or Aristotle’s skeleton. Let him hang out
    His stars on the wall. He must dwell quietly.
    He must be incapable of speaking, closed,
    As those are: as light, for all its motion, is;
    As color, even the closest to us, is;
    As shapes, though they portend us, are.
    It is the human that is the alien,
    The human that has no cousin in the moon.
    It is the human that demands his speech
    From beasts or from the incommunicable mass.
    If there must be a god in the house, let him be one
    That will not hear us when we speak: a coolness
    A vermilioned nothingness, any stick of the mass
    Of which we are too distantly a part.
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    CALL SEAN HANNITY
    Where are your monuments, your battles, martyrs?
    Where is your tribal memory? Sirs,
    in that grey vault. The sea. The sea
    has locked them up. The sea is History.

    First, there was the heaving oil,
    heavy as chaos;
    then, like a light at the end of a tunnel,

    the lantern of a caravel,
    and that was Genesis.
    Then there were the packed cries,
    the shit, the moaning:

    Exodus.
    Bone soldered by coral to bone,
    mosaics
    mantled by the benediction of the shark’s shadow,

    that was the Ark of the Covenant.
    Then came from the plucked wires
    of sunlight on the sea floor

    the plangent harps of the Babylonian bondage,
    as the white cowries clustered like manacles
    on the drowned women,

    and those were the ivory bracelets
    of the Song of Solomon,
    but the ocean kept turning blank pages

    looking for History.
    Then came the men with eyes heavy as anchors
    who sank without tombs,

    brigands who barbecued cattle,
    leaving their charred ribs like palm leaves on the shore,
    then the foaming, rabid maw

    of the tidal wave swallowing Port Royal,
    and that was Jonah,
    but where is your Renaissance?

    Sir, it is locked in them sea-sands
    out there past the reef’s moiling shelf,
    where the men-o’-war floated down;

    strop on these goggles, I’ll guide you there myself.
    It’s all subtle and submarine,
    through colonnades of coral,

    past the gothic windows of sea-fans
    to where the crusty grouper, onyx-eyed,
    blinks, weighted by its jewels, like a bald queen;

    and these groined caves with barnacles
    pitted like stone
    are our cathedrals,

    and the furnace before the hurricanes:
    Gomorrah. Bones ground by windmills
    into marl and cornmeal,

    and that was Lamentations—
    that was just Lamentations,
    it was not History;

    then came, like scum on the river’s drying lip,
    the brown reeds of villages
    mantling and congealing into towns,

    and at evening, the midges’ choirs,
    and above them, the spires
    lancing the side of God

    as His son set, and that was the New Testament.

    Then came the white sisters clapping
    to the waves’ progress,
    and that was Emancipation—

    jubilation, O jubilation—
    vanishing swiftly
    as the sea’s lace dries in the sun,

    but that was not History,
    that was only faith,
    and then each rock broke into its own nation;

    then came the synod of flies,
    then came the secretarial heron,
    then came the bullfrog bellowing for a vote,

    fireflies with bright ideas
    and bats like jetting ambassadors
    and the mantis, like khaki police,

    and the furred caterpillars of judges
    examining each case closely,
    and then in the dark ears of ferns

    and in the salt chuckle of rocks
    with their sea pools, there was the sound
    like a rumour without any echo

    of History, really beginning.
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    Quote Originally Posted by GranDGranT View Post
    If your heart was as big as your mouth you'd be real, but it aint

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    that fucking black chick I fucked gave me chlamydia what the fuck. Thank god I got an std test literally the day after I fucked her so I caught it very early. I mean I also got it because I'm an ex IV drug user but whatever. Moral of the lesson: don't fuck ******s in rehabs but tbh getting to bust in a ****** raw twice was kind of worth the shot in the arm and two pills I had to take to get rid of the nasty disease she carried.

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    Quote Originally Posted by GranDGranT View Post
    If your heart was as big as your mouth you'd be real, but it aint

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    i'm tired

    I'm going to eat a lettuce

    it's stupid to make sense

    i don't want to make sense anymore

    just let me type something stupid and let it be good

    I'm tired

    I'm stupid

    i don't care

    sentences are too long

    go away

    I'm depressed

    come back

    I'm having a contest for feeling tired

    why am i having a contest

    i want to win

    or i'll kill everyone

    murder isn't bad

    i feel stupid

    i want to emanate murder

    people will die

    and i'll feel good

    I'm not trying to be cute

    it's too hard to smile

    I'm tired

    i want some lettuce

    go away

    I'm depressed

    we should do something

    pleasure is stupid

    let me kill you

    whatever I'm about to think will be stupid

    and make me tired

    a cow without wings flying in the sky

    is stupid and makes me unhappy

    happiness is stupid

    there isn't enough shit on my face

    come back and shit on my face again

    I'm tired

    of figurative language

    i don't understand

    figures of speech

    a piece of shit lettuce

    i just typed something stupid

    i want me to go away

    i can't stop being stupid

    grammar is stupid

    I'm going to kill grammar and symbolism

    thinking is stupid

    i'll kill thinking

    if i had a gun

    i could do things

    laws are stupid

    i hate you

    what's in front of my face

    come back

    I'm depressed

    murder isn't bad

    I'm tired

    words

    stupid

    words are stupid

    i’m depressed

    fuck

    shit

    fuck

    shit

    shit

    shit

    lettuce

    shit

    fucked

    i am fucked

    don't tell me I'm not fucked

    look at this poem

    i am embarrassed

    at how fucked i am

    i'll kill you

    shitface

    cowface

    motherfucker

    i'll kill you

    murder

    screaming head

    screaming cowhead unattached to body

    screaming

    killing

    shithead

    I'm tired

    piece of shit

    masterpiece

    shit

    pulitzer prize

    fuckhead

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    lmfao

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    good poem donaman is there more

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    from 2 a.m. to 6 a.m. i ate things and listened to music

    someone else was feeling careful and it was making me careful

    remember when i burned down someone’s house?—i was eight

    someone was dreaming of careful sizes and it was making me eight

    from 9 p.m. to 2 a.m. i stared at my poetry—it was making me burn

    the hamster was making me laugh—i was eight

    someone else was eight and it was making me stare

    suddenly the peanut butter was making me sad—i was hungry?

    from 9 p.m. to 2 a.m. i listened carefully to someone else’s house

    i woke up staring

    carefully i moved to 9 p.m.

    someone’s dream was in my poetry and it was making me careful

    already i was eating things

    peanut things?
    Quote Originally Posted by yung_nigga_sigma View Post
    that fucking black chick I fucked gave me chlamydia what the fuck. Thank god I got an std test literally the day after I fucked her so I caught it very early. I mean I also got it because I'm an ex IV drug user but whatever. Moral of the lesson: don't fuck ******s in rehabs but tbh getting to bust in a ****** raw twice was kind of worth the shot in the arm and two pills I had to take to get rid of the nasty disease she carried.

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    i can't imagine finding anything that could top that

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    fuck

    shit

    fuck

    shit

    shit

    shit

    lettuce

    shit

    fucked

    i am fucked

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    collect nyte's entire oeuvre and jam them in one post and you have tao lin

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    nyte lin

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    i just wanna feel the memories floating on my skin
    and when i reminisce, when i say aloud
    it's as if they're brought to life again

    a faint whisper, a shiver through my spine
    that boils over into my eyes
    revealing the joys in this life-time
    Quote Originally Posted by GranDGranT View Post
    If your heart was as big as your mouth you'd be real, but it aint

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