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POETRY

poems of the month

fish

vagabondage

measuring my face

ostracism

old clothes

modern iranian poems

my hero

face at the bottom of the world

perhaps (maybe)

the diogenes sequence

where to store furs

i am and am not:
      fragments of rumi

destiny and destination

the zen of no-enlightenment

the iraqi monologues

already backwards

a light in ruins

separate amputations

the sexy jihad

awaiting the barbarians

the smell of possibilities

ultimate leaves

rejoice in the dog

post-millennium maggot

the book of nothing

dispatches from the war against the world

albanian poems

french poems in honour of jean genet

the hells going on

the joy of suicide

book disease

foreground trouble

the transcendental hotel

cinema of the blind

lament of the earth mother

uranian poems

haikai by okami

haikai on the edge

black hole of your heart

jung's motel

leda and the swan

confession from belgrade

gloss on rilke's
ninth duino elegy

jewels and shit:
poems by rimbaud

villon's dialogue with his heart

vasko popa:
a shepherd of wolves ?

the rubáiyát of omar khayyám

genrikh sapgir:
an ironic mystic

imagepoem

 

TRANSLATIONS

 

BETWEEN POETRY AND PROSE

good riddance to mankind

the maxims of michel de montaigne

400 revolutionary maxims

nice men and
  suicide of an alien

anti-fairy tales

the most terrible event in history

the rich man and the leper

disgusting

art, truth and bafflement

 

SHORT STORIES

godpieces

the three bears

three albanian tales

odorous underwear

a little creation story

 

PROSE

helen's tower

extortion through e-bay

schopenhauer for muthafuckas

are doctors autistic ?

single track in the snow

never a pygmy

against money

did franco die ?

'original sin' followed by
crippled consciousness

a gay man's guide to soft-willy sex

the holosensual alternative

tiger wine

the death of poetry

the absinthe drinker

with mrs dalloway in ukraine

love  and  hell

running on emptiness

a holocaust near you

a note on the cathars

happiness

londons of the mind
& dealing death to the caspian

genocide

a muezzin from the tower of darkness

kegan and kagan

being or television

satan in the groin

womb of half-fogged mirrors

tourism and terrorism

the dog from sinope

shoplifting
in britain & america

combatting normality

this sorry scheme of things

the bektashi dervishes

a holy dog
& a dog-headed saint

fools for nothingness

death of a bestseller

vacuum of desire: a homo-erotic correspondence

a note on beards

translation and the oulipo

the visit

 

PHOTOGRAPHS

prelude

 

Nuadú, God of War


field guide to megalithic ireland

houses for the dead

ireland & the phallic continuum

the sheela-na-gig conundrum

french megaliths

a small town in france

western values

 

 

 

 

go to new poems added June 2014

DESTINY & DESTINATION

SEVEN POEMS

by

Suchoon Mo
Pueblo West, Colorado, USA

 

 

 

FLOWERS IN THE CEMETERY
(after Ko Un)


Flowers come
To the cemetery

Flowers die
In the cemetery

No memorials
For flowers
In the cemetery

Not even in the cemetery

 

 

SANTOKA'S SHADOW
two mantras


1.
Into the mountain
He went
Never to return

Deep into the mountain
He went
Never to return

Deep into the green mountain
He went
Never to return


2.
The road
To a crematorium

The empty road
To a crematorium

The nearby empty road
To a crematorium

 

 

CRUCIFIXION STORY

divine weather
naked under the sun
such a beautiful body
at the end of his tether

he wept and cried
why did you forsake me ?
why did you ?

why ?

they died together

 

 

I AM TOO STUPID

Please hear me

I am too stupid to make
sense out of nonsense
something out of nothing
meaning out of meaninglessness

Therefore I am making
nonsense out of sense
nothing out of something
meaninglessness out of meaning

I am a good man
who does not know
what a good man is.

 

 

ESCAPE

I met her
in the world of street lights
red and green
her blinking eyes
red lips
dark shoes
white legs

The moon was invisible
neon signs irrational
faces shapeless
sex wore perfume
libido made up
Thanatos lurked
lust smiled
with white teeth

Let us go
now
We fled
chased by nobody
followed by nothing.

 

 

DESTINY AND DESTINATION


1.

I have no inspiration
it has expired

I used to have a theory
about something
or something else
it drifted away

I have no need of enlightenment
or awakening
or nirvana

wisdom is a fraud
once spoken or understood
or practiced


2.

a stray dog
or a stray woman
or a stray shadow
may follow me
my destiny
has no destination
my destination
has no destiny


3.

time is not what
time is when
now is now
now is just now
one day passes one day per day
one second passes one second per second
one day is just one day
one second is just one second
time is not speed limit


4.

I am here and now
that does make no difference
I am not here and not now
that does make no sense
ultimate truth is not true

tomorrow and yesterday
they may dance together
until today is gone
or will never come


5.

I am indifferent
to comedy or tragedy
life is neither a drama nor an opera
I have no need of a stage


6.

I am real

 

FOUR POEMS FROM

FROG MANTRA

Accents Publishing

 

A MIRACLE

when a dog runs backward
it is god
when a dog smiles
it is a miracle

when a dog runs backward smiling
you'd better start praying
or stop drinking

 

 

THE SOUND OF CIVILIZATION

the sound of two cats fucking
is the sound of our civilization

sadly this is my conclusion
it is sad because cats are not sad at all

the sound of one hand clapping
is the sound of our civilization

sadly this is my conclusion
it is sad because he lost his hand in the war

 

 

HE WENT TO HIS OWN FUNERAL

he woke up
dressed
brushed his teeth
drank a cup of coffee
and went to the church
it was his own funeral
I never saw him since
they must have buried him

 

 

SHUT UP!

upon the roof of a funeral home
a little bird sings

hey you
hey you
hey you you you

shut up!
a mortician says
to a corpse

 

 

A GENTLEMAN

of course
I am a gentleman

I remove my hat
before I bow to a lady

and I remove my false teeth
before I kiss her hand

if she screams
she is no lady

 

 

OPERA

such a great opera
Don José killed Carmen
many times

a soprano in a cold shower
is she singing
or screaming?

everyone is going to an opera
I am going to a funeral
everyone will be moved and touched
so shall I
everybody will be clapping hands
so shall I

you are allowed to yell
bravo!
in an opera house
because she died singing
but you are not allowed to yell
bravo!
in a funeral home
just because she died singing

when the soprano sings an aria
do not sing along
because
her voice will climb to the high C note
sooner or later
and you can only croak
like a frog

in this silent holy night
three drunkards sing
a song of silent holy night

in an empty theater
the stage is set
for a mute tragedy
of chorus singers
who are mute
on the stage

 

 

AFTER A POEM BY SUCHOON MO

by

Anthony Weir


ONE MAN AND HIS DOG
(for Suchoon Mo)

A man digs
and a dog.

The dog is burying a bone.
The man is digging his grave.

The dog is happy.
The man is not.

The dog is shot.

 


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