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Showing posts with label Karen Chamisso. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Karen Chamisso. Show all posts
Monday, November 11, 2024

Emily's Guns

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The prudent with a revolver The loaded rifle by the door The violent chambers Of old New England wars Make me think of Uncle Samuel’s guns ...
Tuesday, August 27, 2024

Claire poems - Karen Chamisso

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 Claire poems The lyric "I" It must blur around the edges. Like Claire’s lipstick So carefully and shamelessly applied Until worn ...
Tuesday, August 20, 2024

Cleopatra reads T Magazine

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  - Karen Chamisso “Where’s the soothsayer you praised so to the queen?” Holed up in the Chateau Marmont Our Cleo sprawls and bawls and drea...
Saturday, January 27, 2024

claire poems

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  Claire poems ------ Karen Chamisso   1. Claire giving tremendous blank looks All that slut hauteur Dior Red Vinyl on her lips ...
Friday, December 22, 2023

If you be honest and fair - poem by Karen Chamisso

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Everything was major She made the decision Wrapped in the xray love blazer To trouble the division Between the kitchen and the lawn. The gr...
Thursday, May 18, 2023

The Romantic agony in a cocktail lounge lady’s room

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    I searched my heart, the street, my ex-‘s habits, my family I searched them all for opportune   neuroses That I could jot down for...
Sunday, April 23, 2023

Dial 0 for the operator, 1 for billing

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  Dial O for the operator, 1 for billing   Who invents? We repair, or we have the man Bring his tools for a look-see. We aren’t famili...
Monday, March 13, 2023

Vienna 1921 - a poem by Karen Chamisso

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  Vienna 1921 …. where, cigarladen, the “social vampire” steals from a drunken greenhorn his daddy’s crowns: Stören Sie nicht der Spiel! A ...
Sunday, January 29, 2023

A valedition: the party dress

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  She bleeds all in her dress on the back seat of the taxi Home from the bone Another good girl dawn   Even in my Emily Dickinson si...
Thursday, January 12, 2023

Karen Chamisso, her blues

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  How creep and crawl the future seems to those of us lying in this house of bones: rules here the authoritarian spine and its homo erectus,...
Wednesday, December 08, 2021

A drinking song by Karen Chamisso

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  A drinking song In the thirst we inherit from Eden’s milk and water there’s another thirst under while the one holds us to the dry steady ...
Thursday, August 05, 2021

Heidi-land

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Life… makes nothing happen. I, too, heard the cowbells Mom Crossing the border into Switzerland And of course I thought of you. I thought of...
Wednesday, July 07, 2021

La Chambre (after Balthus)

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  La Chambre (after Balthus) A stub fury stands drawing open the vast drapes letting in the accusatory light upon the sprawled, naked sleepe...
Saturday, May 22, 2021

What then is useful to the bee: a poem by Karen Chamisso

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  “Honeysuckle. So named because of the old but entirely erroneous idea that bees extracted honey therefrom. The honeysuckle is useless ...
Monday, April 19, 2021

Geography lesson

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  Geography lesson The clams clamor on the shore I walk by – a tempus fugitive leaving behind a bitch’s spoor. This is life. This is how I l...
Tuesday, January 19, 2021

A blues for the rich girl - Karen Chamisso

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  A blues for the rich girl   Exhilaration and depression Joined hands above my cradle One voice Issued from two mouths   How ...
Friday, September 25, 2020

Ms. M.M. visits Wallace Stevens - Karen Chamisso

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  When Ms. M.M. visited Wallace Stevens At his office building where there were “eleven or twelve white marble columns along the façade”...