Strange Faces Other Minds

Strange Faces Other Minds 14: Q&A

Posted in Strange Faces Other Minds on February 15th, 2021 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

I’ve spent the last hour trying to figure out who wrote this piece of run-on goodness. I thought it was by Dean Young, but if it is, I can’t locate it. I’d apprecitate any help if you know where this is from.

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Strange Faces Other Minds 13: Bear’s Night Letter

Posted in Strange Faces Other Minds on January 18th, 2021 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

This Brendan Galvin poem is filled with such beautiful masculine creepery.

Dear Blank. That’s how I think of you.

Nameless as your eyes would disclose you

if I got that close.

You may have noticed me, though,

in my window above the street

where I pretend to be switching channels.

I suspect your mother suspects

I have been watching you,

and maybe she is correct to guard

her clothesline, the seven flavors

of your nighties, your pantyhose having a fling

with the breeze. If you think I am humorless

you are wrong. I see the comedy

of those popsicle-colored convertibles

you and your friends jazz around in.

I see your father’s pride

when he waters the flowers and you

practice handstands or pump your arms

and work over the grunts 

of a high-school cheer.

I’m not going to slide out of shadow

with a voice full of peanuts, Hey, Girlie,

a crank who stuffs pigeons 

into a sack. Oh, no. Secure in my creephood,

it’s enough to watch, knowing that one day

perfect teeth enter the pizza

that breaks the cartwheel’s back.

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Strange Faces Other Minds 12: Parade

Posted in Strange Faces Other Minds on December 21st, 2020 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

Right in the middle of Parade by Tony Hoagland, I ran into this.

Something weird to admire this week on TV:

the handsome face of the white supremacist on trial.

How he looks right back at the lawyers, day after day

–never objecting, never making an apology.

I look at his calm, untroubled face

and think, That motherfucker is going to die white and right,

dissappointing everyone like me

who thinks that punishment should be a kind of education.

I felt so called out on my shit, like Hoagland came to my house, punched me in the balls and left.

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Strange Faces Other Minds 11: College

Posted in Strange Faces Other Minds on November 23rd, 2020 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

This Mary Ruefle poem is one of my favorites of hers. I haven’t heard her read it unfortunately, but I found this in her Trances of the Blast collection.

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Strange Faces Other Minds 10: Eggrolls

Posted in Strange Faces Other Minds on October 26th, 2020 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

This is one of my favorites. I’ve heard Shapiro read this one. It’s great spoken or on the page. Here is the page-version from Slate.

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Strange Faces Other Minds 9: Le Petit Vie

Posted in Strange Faces Other Minds on September 28th, 2020 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

I first heard Le Petit Vie on the Poetry Foundation’s Poem of the day podcast. I love Edwin Butt’s poem written too.

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Strange Faces Other Minds 8: The Rain

Posted in Strange Faces Other Minds on August 31st, 2020 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

I found this Creeley poem via The Poetry Foundation’s Poem of the Day podcast. I loved the audio, but reading it was just as good.

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Strange Faces Other Minds 7: Presque Isle

Posted in Strange Faces Other Minds on August 3rd, 2020 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

In every life, there’s a moment or two.
In every life, a room somewhere, by the sea or in the mountains.

On the table, a dish of apricots. Pits in a white ashtray.

Like all images, these were the conditions of a pact:
on your cheek, tremor of sunlight,
my finger pressing your lips.
The walls blue-white; paint from the low bureau flaking a little.

That room must still exist, on the fourth floor,
with a small balcony overlooking the ocean.
A square white room, the top sheet pulled back over the edge of the bed.
It hasn’t dissolved back into nothing, into reality.
Through the open window, sea air, smelling of iodine.

Early morning: a man calling a small boy back from the water.
That small boy–he would be twenty now.

Around your face, rushes of damp hair, streaked with auburn.
Muslin, flicker of silver. Heavy jar filled with white peonies.

Every time I read this it takes me to my room somewhere. I first experienced this poem on the page. I wish I could find a recording of Gluck reading it.

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Strange Faces Other Minds 6: Somebody in a Bar

Posted in Strange Faces Other Minds on July 27th, 2020 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

This is a great example of how lightning can strike anywhere. I photo copied this page from a book of poems in the library. I didn’t like any of the other poems. I don’t even like this poem, but the second stanza by itself is probably the best thing I’ve read all year. It kills me every time I read it. I tried to track down who wrote it, but wasn’t able to. If anyone reads and recognizes it, please let me know.

Somebody in a Bar

Strange Faces Other Minds 5: Birdseed

Posted in Strange Faces Other Minds on July 13th, 2020 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

Robert Saunders was a good friend. He passed away 10 years ago and I still miss him. It is hard to know if I’d like this poem as much if I didn’t know him personally. It definitely reminds me about what I loved so much being around him. I guess it doesn’t really matter though, if you love a poem, you love a poem.

Birdseed

I planted birdseed
But no birds grew;
I watered the plot
While over it flew
Other birds, who
Were unaware
Of what I thought
Was growing there.

Strange Faces Other Minds 4: Dancing With Strom

Posted in Strange Faces Other Minds on May 4th, 2020 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

This Nikky Finney poem is too long for my usual taste, but just took me in. I heard it first and was enchanted by the multitude of conflicting emotions that one event could elicit. Having since read it, I still really enjoy the text version. Here is a link to both versions on the Poetry Foundation’s site.

Strange Faces Other Minds 3: Seed Poem

Posted in Strange Faces Other Minds on February 24th, 2020 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

This is an old favorite. I only know it from a audio compilation of poems from Giorno Poetry Systems. It’s read by Charles Stein. I can’t find the text of it anywhere. If you have the poem or can find it online, let me know. This poem is as smart, playful, and funny as any I know. Here is a link to the album I found it on. It’s called Seed Poem.

Strange Faces Other Minds 2: Ararat

Posted in Strange Faces Other Minds on January 20th, 2020 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

Here is Mark Doty’s poem Ararat. (text, audio) I first heard this poem on the Poetry Foundation’s Poem of the day podcast. This poem works for me either way.

Strange Faces Other Minds 1: Pyramid Scheme

Posted in Strange Faces Other Minds on October 7th, 2019 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment

Pyramid is the best poem I’ve read in a long time. Here it is on the Poetry Foundation website. You can also hear Hera Lindsay Bird read it. I heard it first and fell in love with it. Sometimes I have the strange experience of then not enjoying the text as much, but I love this poem in either form.