Howie Good, 2019

Remixed works:

Mega Millions jackpot enters ‘uncharted territory’ at record $1.6 billion, by Amy B. Wang and Alex Horton
Witness to the Killing, by Wesley Lowery and Dalton Bennett
A Peculiar Los Angeles Sculpture Is Brought Back to Life After Decades, by Matt Stromberg

Trust and earth and guard more.
The tempest heart threatens, failing rough
light. Chill palls trust. Cheerless, God,

for his lonely bower, bears thy hour
dreary above His river. Pleasure and strength
may rough, dark looks lend thee.

Lonely grows mortal, a fountain
bleakest of breast. Rover and fount.
Rover and fount. Mountain fight threatens in.

Dark the earth, worn the strength,
will might hour His life. Light a trust for
the rough bears within thy will.

Brian A. Salmons, 2019

Remixed work:

Trust in God in American Monthly Magazine (January 1836), by Anonymous

you just regard it
as a bag of words,
and once you’ve done that,
the different words
in the bag can be mixed

with red diamonds,
and surrounded
by sirens and lights
or the afternoon winds
off the Pacific.

Howie Good, 2018

Remixed works:

Falsehood and Justice, by Henry Chapman
A Songwriting Mystery Solved: Math Proves John Lennon Wrote ‘In My Life’, by Scott Simon and Ned Wharton
A View from the Easel, by Deena ElGenaidi

Answer the brook.
Lips to secrets meet,
the wounded answer–desire.

Your whiteness (of course
it isn’t) in a seasonless world;

feeling what you feel,
hurry. Release

the I fragment.

Your eventide,
a sleep of crowns.

Shloka Shankar, 2018

Remixed works:
Kahlil Gibran on The Courage to Weather the Uncertainties of Love, by Maria Popova
John Steinbeck on Falling in Love: A 1958 Letter of Advice to His Lovesick Teenage Son, by Maria Popova

]]> /a-sleep-of-crowns/feed/ 0 /jesus-was-homeless/ /jesus-was-homeless/#comments Wed, 08 Aug 2018 09:00:21 +0000 /?p=1691 Where are you from? Why are you here? Leave us alone. We’re tattered. We’re broken. The smell of poverty clings to even the folds of our skin. We sleep afraid, we wake up afraid. I find that I’m staying in my room, not answering the phone, not answering texts, not answering emails. Others have taken to the woods or hide in town behind piles of rubble. There’s one stone that people go and kiss. This stone has almost melted. From kissing, melted!

Howie Good, 2018

Remixed works:

Glimpses of Aleppo in an Exile’s Vision of an Elegant, Eerie Realm, by Kirsten O’Regan
A Simple Emergency Room Intervention Can Help Cut Suicide Risk, by Rhitu Chatterjee

Howie Good, 2018

Remixed work:

Beer with a Painter: Alfredo Gisholt, by Jennifer Samet

Edward Wells II, 2018

Algorithmic approach:

coded word sequence permutations

Remixed work:

‘For a long time he said I’ve been trying to die.’

Patrick Chapman, 2018

Remixed works:
Poems by Patrick Chapman
Dialogue in Lawrence of Arabia
Dialogue in Star Wars
Sayings of Donald Trump
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond, by e. e. cummings
Internet articles
Direct mail emails selling weight-loss drugs
The works of William S. Burroughs

Sorrow said, “Believe.”
Think behind and I’m the tonight.
Think really of behind, when said.
Believe-fuck.
Now talking of true hail, the hail said it
Soul-cold there:

“When to waken want.”

Moon that I fool-believe.
Summer, that goodbye to all steel,
Be death-believe. Fine.
There’s raining touch.

Close me.

Think stripp’d don’t touch.
Fool to think everything goodbye,
No pluck flying.
Think-telling when please?
Goodbye there, shit soul.
Want everyday raining what more?
You all-forsaken
Winter shit think, think
What like-stories need night.
Sleep flying soul moon.
No garden-plot, that.

Hear hail
With light lies
Beneath hope.

II.

Soul want spring realize:
Fuck-weep-soul behind th’ halo are kept-believe.
True cold tomorrow gonna
Flying lily hear some.
“Sun-warm’d no”, touch said.
Half need.
“That sick tonight”, touch said, to changing hear
‘Cause letter laugh mouth.
Chilly think lies hear behind snap, its
Want of sides
Lost.

Love-believe,

Know-believe,
Need-believe.
Night eyes think steel.
“There’s fine think on alone soul”, said tonight,
Lonely.
A when mouth.
Flying hail-soul,
Comfortless fool to believe, really.
Goodbye, same everything.
Hear a said light.

III.

Want have.

Don’t your want.
Touch, touch that behind jealous all-forsaken.
Soon death gonna we to moon.
Flying to sleep, no talk pluck.
“Beneath”, said shit. True.
Some sides believe touch.
Believe kind soul gonna we to moon.

Please realize:
Garden-plot lily summer sides
Say, “Surprised,
No fool believes.”

“Comfortless fucking when think”, said your rose:
Think, sit mouth tonight.
Mouth-think, what full to wake.
Behind soul care,
Be sorrow.
Stories flying.
Of telling.
Think, think lost,

Jealous fool.

Brian A. Salmons, 2018

Algorithmic approach:

Dada

Remixed works:

There’s No Need, by Empire of the Sun
I Don’t Wanna Hear It, by Minor Threat
A Daughter of Eve, by Christina Rossetti

2.
A man who ends up going to live
inside his own head
in an imagined city:

entire worlds have been built
reflected in the narrow
and inexact mirrors of others.

The differences are slight,
kinetic and observed; protected
by a varnish of the mythic.

3.
The spasmodic mechanics of dreams,
transformation or absences
not one thing or the other.

4.
Huge windows that silence
all sound from the street,
the voice of someone he can’t forget;

a dissonant chaos of strings and wind
no match for the sadness
descending to the bottom of the sky.

Shimmering dead star dust,
opposite sides of the room.
These lights will never go out.

5.
The head never stops moving,
lost in intelligence.
Such a simply gesture.

Accept the idea
of time gained and time lost,
of the time that passes,

reflections and memories,
simpler and funnier songs,
that fullest of emptiness,

6.
I’m lying to myself
in order to fool all of you,
but of course it’d be a lie.

There never was a more
futuristic time than this tribe’s
capacity for abstraction.

Rupert M. Loydell, 2018

Remixed work:

The Invented Part, by Rodrigo Fresán