From My Beauty is an Occupiable Space: 37 Prosed Sonnets
John Bloomberg-Rissman and Anne Gorrick
Sonnet 9 – He said, “I’m drinking the beautiful Scotch.”
My beauty has a Black Friday velocity. My beauty has the attributes of the Number 8, men and women who dance like birds and salmon herds, the South West Wind, The Maltese Falcon and Farewell, My Lovely. My email account had a dark and twisted fantasy about Walmart and a diary mask ammo kit. The moon is enough for us in Spanish, even when death goes undetected by Beauticontrol ™ His everythings were shallow, not a cough in a carload. But there were shy violets, birds – skylit, scarlet. It’s so beautiful there and the trout are great. Why waste money on fire prevention when prayer rallies can generate actual cash? When Cocteau was asked what he would rescue if his house burned with all his precious objects inside, he said he’d rescue the fire. My beauty burned on April 16, 2007. A fire came near my parents’ house once. My mom was in Florida, so I called my dad and asked he what he’d packed. “How do you pack a life?”, he said, “I’m drinking the beautiful Scotch.” Good lord, he was drunk!
Her hair was the color of a charcoal filter
(after “Can-Am Series” – as suggested by Google)
She replaces the pool water with pee
We are in the theater of chance now
Hope embraced her mistakes
She thinks she has control over all shapes of water
She takes the trees for granted, has crushes in Croatian subtitles
America has been bamboozled by a nectar of baseball references
She made a temple out of tires for the Cat Goddess
Her red pyramids name the wind like a radio
Rehab is a rehypothesis, dinner dress her a little
Spell “rehypothocation” on an empty stage, without an audience
Sableye, antelope goggles, helicopter, herbicide
Sliced bread and strangling isn’t an option
Stop smoking, start drinking, since steroid hormones are lipids
This sentence loves you
Start a sentence with “a ballroom startles easily” and go from there
The idea of heaven could easily be a disease reflex
Her anxiety is an acoustic apparatus
A witch, a dog, a baby, a cat, a goat, a horse
Peat, willows, eels
Make up some statistics about them on the spot
If you look up tonight, the stars have no makeup
Black holes organize into a pattern
Satellites event and twinkle
Snowflakes fell in perfect stripes
Scorpion star clusters fell like sand, laid out like starfish
Start a sentence with “a religion of doors”
Windows normally do nothing, windows are not like a parade
Goodbyes stuck into her skin, her life cycle began with indifference
Nautical twilight, small wars smuggled like smart chargers
She was afflicted by meaning
And boom goes the dynamite family guy in the marriage hearse
Bliss blizzard, blink tiger, melon light, pig barber
Electrical significance, shock stretches her character
There is friction in her address
A kinetic analysis
Even after 65 days in a sugarcult, his rhymes are not appealing
Fevers, rashes, thumb deformities
Four lights on and no children
There are worse things I could have purchased on my iphone
There are two kinds of people, three parties to a check, and several isotopes
Trees mistaken for transitional fossils
There are trap doors among us
Are teeth also a fruit?
Are tanning beds poisonous?
Are trampolines tax deductible?
Are travel agents worth it?
Cultivated wheat, puppeteer death clips, there is evidence of love in the urine
Biblefire, virulent bacteriophage
She’s a lime light kisser
What are the lyrics to these fireworks?
Pressure gradiant, sliverswell, cyclone amusement
Laughter assaults American grains
A desert asymmetry, an astronaut farmer
An astronomical unit is really an asteroid belt
Astigmatism and the astrology of beer
What is your compatibility to day?
The invention of pronunciation, a sonata in D minor
There are plenty of fish
Who played Hitler in a high school musical?
Clancyness, his cereal never gets soggy
Ribbon fractures, inflatable boats, injuries from coughing
Instead of happily exploring the attractive toys
She was a heavy cream bride
Her Helvetica heart, coral boned
Headless mice sing in handcuffs
Her immunity was invisible, her income elastic
A weather halo interpolated light
No sebaceous threshold, pigmented, navigated, narrative
Tramadol thrust, ghost crush, collapse
Horses in calm review, three months of Thai horror
The stars are projectors, dustmoon, inerrancy
On inertial motion on a rotating sphere
Silver breaks easily, electric easy tea, our entangling breath
Oil droplets ossicilate, circadian rhythms, chatclash
Bring your own bright star
Anne Gorrick is the author of: I-Formation (Book 2) (Shearsman Books, Bristol, UK, 2012), I-Formation (Book 1) (Shearsman, 2010), and Kyotologic (Shearsman, 2008). She has co-edited (with Sam Truitt) In|Filtration: An Anthology of Innovative Poetry from the Hudson River Valley (Station Hill Press, Barrytown, NY, forthcoming in 2014), and has a new book of poetry, A’s Visuality, coming out soon with BlazeVOX Books (Buffalo, NY). She has collaborated with artist Cynthia Winika to produce a limited edition artists’ book called “Swans, the ice,” she said with grants through the Women’s Studio Workshop in Rosendale, NY, and the New York Foundation for the Arts. She has also collaborated on large textual and/or visual projects with John Bloomberg-Rissman and Scott Helmes.
She curates the reading series, Cadmium Text (www.cadmiumtextseries.blogspot.com ) and co-curates (with Lynn Behrendt), the electronic journal Peep/Show at www.peepshowpoetry.blogspot.com. Her visual art can be seen at: www.theropedanceraccompaniesherself.blogspot.com.
She lives in West Park, New York.
John Bloomberg-Rissman is in the last year of five on In the House of the Hangman, the third section of his maybe life project called Zeitgeist Spam. The first two volumes have been published: No Sounds of My Own Making (Leafe Press, 2007), and Flux, Clot & Froth (Meritage Press 2010), and sections of Hangman have been published over the last couple years at Jacket2. In addition to his Zeitgeist Spam project, the main other things on his plate right now are an anthology which he is editing with Jerome Rothenberg, titled Poems for the Millennium 5: Barbaric Vast & Wild: An Anthology of Outside & Subterranean Poetry, due out from Black Widow Press around the end of 2014, longterm collabs with Anne Gorrick, and a study of Etel Adnan, which is in its early stages. He’s also learning to play viola and he blogs at www.johnbr.com (Zeitgeist Spam).