Undead Darlings #3
Phone lines – from the apps, journals, notebooks of
The people who swallow darkness.
Travel back to talk to the ghost of the boy I once was.
I’m not under any illusion this is more than a weekend.
And it is revealed that she was once a vampire, the reincarnation of one, so part of her was always a vampire even if she didn’t always know it. It was in her blood.
The failure of distance.
When the ghosts have gone.
What does it feel like when a man sinks his teeth into you?
The overhead speakers beeped and then crackled with static as it does when a CTA employee is about to make an announcement. But no voice came through. Just the static and a click before repeating. It did this 3 times in a row. I wish I had been listening closer. This is sometimes how ghosts communicate. But you have to be really listening to understand what they are trying to tell you.
She holds the book but she
doesn't know how to read
with him standing over her
like that. She turns the pages,
placing and replacing the bookmark
Kelli Russell Agodon
Because I have no idea where my hotel is in this city, I trust you.
Because the creative salad is nowhere in my dictionary
and the place where your father left a flower for a dying woman
is nowhere on my map, I believe we are heading the right direction.
Lincoln added the black silk band as a mourning band for his son, Willie.
Someone found a Marie Antoinette earring.
Religion is the human response to being alive & having to die. (So is art.)
There's something to be said for good karma.
In the back of a cab, we were friends once.
Two men sit down to eat:
"Jesus," said Walt Whitman,
"It's nice that we get this time;
I've been so busy writing and walking
Through rivers and meadows at night."
Then Jesus said, "Walt,
I know what you mean.
I've been doing a lot of the same,
And founding this world religion
Takes up a good amount of my time."
"but what are we / without our secrets? there were diamonds / on his knuckles & a slow song / stuck in my head."
"It is true since winter / I haven't seen your ghost around."
"the body dreams it can / move, wakes--"
"he says i can have it all, the whole
mess of planets & burnt up airs. he says this
while pickpocketing me, the Roman
fountains bearing apathetic witness, the coins
i so dearly polished dropping one by one
out of my open hands"
"my heart & my heart, the ocean / & the rest of it, the blood / & the bright"
"we were young for so long, so full / of needles that decade"
London lost his tooth.
Guy in slipknot shirt, floppy pinstripe top hat nightmare, tim burton movie, KISS boots with huge platforms, chain-to-wallet deal.
Hipster in minor league baseball cap, ribbed sweater, high tops.
Young kids in “warning: extremely annoying” and other novelty t-shirts.
One woman, one boy who looks like a girl, lots of glasses.
Guy going through a box of Warhammer figures, buys a mag called White Dwarf & reads in La-z-boy
Guy looks like James Mercer in a black Members Only jacket.
“Drafters! I have your seating!”
“(Name), seat three!”
People holding boxes, cases, mats.
Kid on the phone trying to explain to his mother how to use the DVD player.
Hannah Lee Jones
Heave then struggle then thrash until you don’t
the body’s wager with gravity
what is known to you abandoned in all that descending
into the ocean’s arms
its labored breathing
its unpromised wilderness
in spite of all things
you young and flightless
in spite of all things long may you wave
Carve a spoon from balsam fir,
learned to feed myself.
Showed you how to make
an elaborate sandwich in the
hunger games of intellect.
The burden of a psyche,
each of us easily unhinged.
Blueprint for deceit, murder, lust
stitched just out of view, like
an inner lip tattoo.
Scott F. Parker
How to live: as you would like to have lived
How to live: don't ask me
How to live: write your own aphorisms
How to live: how not to?
How to live: how to die?
How to live: how to die
How to live: how to be
How to live: an axiom
How to live: a riddle
How to live: a curse
How to live: the sequel
How to live: the remix
How to live: the American pragmatist's guide to ethics
How to live: repeat
How to live: as if everything depended on it
How to live: in the mountains
How to live: consult the rivers
How to live: from the ground up
How to live: inside your own skin
How to live: inside someone else’s
How to live: inside “Freddie Freeloader”
How to live: inside out
How to live: in real time
How to live: something instead of nothing
How to live: a theory and a practice
How to live: till you die
How to live: eternally
How to live: like a cliche you've never heard before
How to live: like a tree that brings forth fruit
How to live: like the future is up for grabs
How to live: like you know what you’re doing
How to live: like a Steph Curry jumpshot
How to live: like you were produced by Kanye
How to live: like tomorrow is promised, but not to you
How to live: midair, over the abyss
How to live: like a human being
How to live: a work in progress
How to live: autobiography
How to live: primum vivere, deinde philosophari
How to live: with your notebook at the ready
How to live: like god is dead, the universe is a cold, dark place, and your life matters
How to live: like everything depends (on the end of this injunction)
How to live: like a poem could change your life
How to live: as if philosophy, science, and the arts were branches of ethics
How to live: as if it were a hundred, a thousand, a million years before your birth
How to live: as if consciousness didn’t ever feel like a burden
How to live: as if life were a game and you discovered a fragment of the rule book
How to live: as if
How to live:
How to live:
How to live: