Forgot to mention here...

...that I am posting NaPoWriMo poems this month at the Bloof blog, along with Sandra Simonds, Danielle Pafunda & Anne Boyer. (Jennifer L. Knox and Peter Davis are also playing, but elsewhere, and there are links to their poems over there.)

It's, like, a poetry party. How long can we keep dancing?

A Special Physiology

Say, for sake of argument
that to lighten her cares
a girl ceases altogether
to be fickle

She will stop
working too hard

She will settle her heart
into the cradle
of someone else’s
& not be aimless or scant

All dear girls linger
upon this point

At first

•

A girl loses
many particles over time
like any article
that can become worn out

She teases eventually
every unfrayed fiber
by use of it

On the other hand,
if she were never
to employ herself
to any end at all

her body would hang
around herself
as the sleeve hangs
on an underdeveloped arm

An ideal girl
learns or intuits
her elastic pattern
of use & ease

She will end as
she never knew she began

the daughter
of no mother but herself




From For Girls (& Others), Bloof 2008

Subjects of Private Interest

The very verb
obtain

taken but with
little empathy

A rumpled promise
to a rumpled suitor

A tempt
to woo

A toe
a shoe

An arm
a lacy garment

A calf
a laugh

& to be emphatic:
never hairy!



From For Girls (& Others), Bloof 2008

Our Mission to the Race

When you’re a girl
the moon belongs

There’s a song

It shows its hooks & eyes
It trembles its single number

It is rather stupid, but sweet
It steps like a barefooted boy
It never stops growling

Upon your health
recuperative
its charm

You must be loose
with it, the moon

Taunt it twenty different ways
in as many days
to tax its nature

Let us see
what can be done
with a mere bald planet



From For Girls (& Others), Bloof 2008

Urges in Regard to Which Girls Should Receive Especial Instruction

Regretfully I cannot let
another chapter pass
without mention
of the secret bad habits

I will be as plain as I may

Touching
fingering
handling &
playing

in a manner not necessary
for cleanliness

rob the complexion
of rosy blood
by calling it down
toward lustier cheeks

When you notice girls
going about dead pale
with dark purplish rings
what other matter
can be blamed?

Admittedly
there are some girls
who claim to do it
long & often
without falling ill

But take my word:
such a female is in reality
tormented almost unto madness
by spells, deliriums
& spasms



From For Girls (& Others), Bloof 2008

Some May Demur

Corsaged,the sweep of hair
back from your brow

& row upon row
of unfumbled buttons

A rescued grimness
perches on your three-quarters face

Overpreened plumage

of bouffant sleeves
& pintucked pleats

The air in the room
                                   suspends

a drift of talcum

When the century mounts
will you complete your turn

to face it



From For Girls (& Others), Bloof 2008

Besides the Dress

So this is your minimalist
dressing table

Your soundless powder

Brushes hushed
in a cracked glass

A dust

A hair listlessly

•

Don’t bother
to call him sir

It makes him feel old

A swipe or two toward the eyes
A strap adjusted
Lift & plump, tease
spritz

A buckle
A hook like a tooth

•

Daily
& most nights

how many
of you
sit in this chair
pouting at each other

crowding round your face
to see

which of you
you will choose

to clothe

to walk out



From For Girls (& Others), Bloof 2008

On Thinking for Oneself

The author recommends it,
& tenders her readers
beneficent assistance by thus
beginning & concluding
this book’s briefest chapter




From For Girls (& Others), Bloof 2008

Pride in Having Small Feet

Overstrung
ailing
puny
inefficient
unhappy
slimsy girls
bustled & padded

With such carriages as these
equipoise is nearly impossible

•

Mental beauties
open yourselves
     o   pen

Being “all used up”
every day for weeks is wrong

& doubles
the myriad feminine dangers
of nervous force

•

I, too,
without a word of excuse
formerly lived as an unmitigated ninny

Linger upon the chaise
of this simple lesson:

Might you unlearn
to resent the joy
the world takes in you,

learn
to return its gaze



From For Girls (& Others), Bloof 2008

No Slight Affliction, as Many a Woman Will Declare

You can carry, girls,
a little distance

your influence
to the new side

your awakened study
of formation, requirements

•

First then, girls, you should
fasten onto your shoulders

a strap for purpose,
for industrious earnest

pressure, for attending
to the demands of nature

Think of it
as a uniform

outside of which
you’d be too apart

•

All rooms have doors
& also windows

I haven’t actually
heard that said, but

a draft might come
at right angles

toward the animal
part of you,

the portion you’ve
bitten raw




From For Girls (& Others), Bloof 2008

The Head Needs Rather to Be Kept Cool

Situate yourself
alone for longer
than an hour apart
without speaking

The air wants words in it

The house around
adrift, surrounds
surges close

In front of the millinery
the street is spread
with late spring snow,
bristles with girls in hats

Unfold this shuttered voice

& when solitude’s good pupil
chooses unfrivolous company
endeavor to
                         bare it



From For Girls (& Others), Bloof 2008

The Young Lady Must

Grow your frilliest beauty
on your dearest fanny

Blow your daintiest trumpet
on your weariest wonder

& never ever let them
see you perspire

•

Furthermore

if life has not yet
made you its own trusted confidante
take heart

The world is like a girl
who rivals you in grace
& good looks

Go cautious
in your motions & she
will come around to call you friend



From For Girls (& Others), Bloof 2008

Opening Address

We shall now begin
the study of girls
upon whom the universe
bestows fullness
in all the right places.

A vigorous strength
can belong to a real lady
& her natural waist.
Young men ought to be taught
to appreciate her unbound form
&exquisite mental
susceptibility.

There is much to say
upon the body & mind
of young woman
& so I present you
47 chapters to follow
after this gentle foreword.
I will endeavor to illustrate
more delicate matters
in a manner suitable for
even the most innocent.

Here it befalls us to wonder
upon this first astonishment:
A girlhood is an extreme gift
of boobies & hips
of blossom lips &
the good sense
not to use any of them.


From For Girls (& Others), Bloof 2008

Women's History Month

A few years ago, I wrote a book "about" certain pieces of women's history, especially how Women have long been the recipients of the World's well-intentioned advice. (We need "benevolent guidance," or a "firm hand," or "a moral education," or possibly something more modern like a "makeover" or "a series of condescending blog comments explaining why our thoughts, feelings and appearance are wrong," you know.)

I think I will post a poem from it, each day in March.

If you are interested in reading more "about" it, please go here and here and here.

The advice in the book ranges in time from 1882 to the present. Here is the preface, which I stole from the antique volume that inspired (infected?) me.

PREFACE.

     THE author of this book lays no claim to originality of subject-matter. She has nothing new to say. She does, however, claim originality upon one ground, that of making selections from the writings and teachings of others,and from observation and experience;that of culling here and there knowledge, facts, motives, ideas, and grouping them into practical form. Seeking to make the material for instruction as complete as possible, she has seized upon and appropriated anything which could contribute to the general design. She has only sought to adapt what others have said to the good of the class for whom she has written.
     She herewith submits her efforts to the common sense of her audience, and the common need of our common natures.

a Grow Your Own Cocaine class at the Y

KGB Monday Night Poetry is pleased to present...

A night with Bloof Books poets!

Shanna Compton, Peter Davis + Jennifer L. Knox

Monday, February 28

Tomorrow!

Hosted by Laura Cronk, Megin Jimenez and Michael Quattrone

Reading starts at 7:30pm

Admission is FREE

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*****

The Bloody Intellect

What has she done
with her white feathered dressing gown
her getaway rococo as dream?

Misplaced her tongue
along a redundant ear
in error, in sorrow, with intent.

Beginning with white
is to erase the body,
silence the voice, blank the self

to receive the costumes it consumes.

Potted plants stand in trios,
pointed & pruned. Trained
with snipping & ties.

So public a face, hers,
it hardly belongs.
A camera. All poses. All lies.

Shanna Compton's is the author of For Girls (& Others) (Bloof Books, 2008), Down Spooky (Winnow, 2005), Scurrilous Toy (Dusie Kollektiv, 2007), Big Confetti (with Shafer Hall, Half Empty/Half Full, 2004), and the editor of GAMERS: Artists, Writers & Programmers on the Pleasures of Pixels (Soft Skull, 2004). Her poems and essays have appeared widely in magazines such as No Tell Motel, MiPoesias, Verse, McSweeney's, Absent, Coconut and Spork, and in anthologies including Best American Poetry 2005, The Bedside Guide to No Tell Motel, Bowery Women and Digerati. She lives in New Jersey.

Read more of her work at shannacompton.com.

*****

Poem in Which the Word "Prestige" Should Be Defined Broadly, Meaning I'm Not Necessarily Just Seeking Traditional Forms of Power, But Other Forms of Power as Well

It's important to me that this poem is not just shtick, but the real thing. I'm sure some people might have lots to criticize in this poem, but all that really matters to me is that there are critics. I need people to read this. The more, the better. The more people who read this poem, and then think and write about it, the more likely I am to be happy and rich and have an enjoyable job/life. It doesn't really matter what is said. I just need people to talk about me, to want poems from me, to help me out because they love my work, or because they want to make fun of it, etc. All of this is stuff that validates me as a human, plumps my ego which is in constant need of plumping, and is excellent for my vita. Also, it is good for my ego, which constantly needs attention. I mention my ego twice (three times if you include this) because it's very important to me. Ultimately, I hope some of the attention directed at me will result in more prestige and perhaps a better job.

Peter Davis' books of poetry are Hitler's Mustache and Poetry! Poetry! Poetry! His poems have recently appeared in Court Green, The Equalizer and Best American Poetry 2010. He lives in Muncie, Indiana and teaches at Ball State University.

Read more of his work at Artisnecessary.com.

*****

Nice ‘N’ Easy Medium Natural Ash Brunette

On their fifth date, Mike and Lou attended
a Grow Your Own Cocaine class at the Y.
All the young couples wanted to move out
to the country and live in shacks where rain
swept in sideways, knit hybrid arugula and grow
their own cocaine. “We know how to make wine
in the toilet,” a scruffy couple in matching t-shirts
that said DIRT said as the four hovered over the mirror.
“I read that after the apocalypse, potato chips will be
extinct—they’re disappearing now,” said Lou.
“Good riddance,” said Scruffy gruffly which
saddened Lou for some reason. That night,
she asked Mike to strap on a Silver Spud before
they made love like animals, for hours, as some
wildly expensive thing in the oven burned.

Jennifer L. Knox's new book, The Mystery of the Hidden Driveway was published by Bloof Books in 2010. Her other books, Drunk by Noon and A Gringo Like Me, are also available through Bloof. Jennifer was born in Lancaster, California—home to Frank Zappa, Captain Beefheart, and the Space Shuttle. She has taught poetry writing at Hunter College and New York University. Her work has appeared in numerous publications such as The New Yorker, American Poetry Review, and Ploughshares and in anthologies including Best American Poetry (1997, 2003 and 2006), Great American Prose Poems: From Poet to Present, and Free Radicals: American Poets Before Their First Books.

Read more of her work at www.jenniferlknox.com/writing.html.