Posts Tagged ‘ Anne Gorrick ’

Galatea Resurrects 2017 (A Poetry Engagement): INTERVIEW: JOHN BLOOMBERG-RISSMAN on IN THE HOUSE OF THE HANGMAN

Source: Galatea Resurrects 2017 (A Poetry Engagement): INTERVIEW: JOHN BLOOMBERG-RISSMAN on IN THE HOUSE OF THE HANGMAN

One Poem by Anne Gorrick and an excerpt from MY BEAUTY IS AN OCCUPIABLE SPACE 37 PROSED SONNETS by Anne Gorrick & John Bloomberg-Rissman | Horse Less Press

One Poem by Anne Gorrick and an excerpt from MY BEAUTY IS AN OCCUPIABLE SPACE 37 PROSED SONNETS by Anne Gorrick & John Bloomberg-Rissman | Horse Less Press.

Three Poems by Anne Gorrick | otoliths #34 August 2014

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Flora Valley by Mark Young

Anne Gorrick: Three Poems | Otoliths #34 August 2014

Zeitgeist Spam: In the House of the Hangman 1749

In the House of the Hangman 1749

My beauty has a Black Friday velocity. She replaces the pool water with pee. My beauty has the attributes of the Number 8, she made a temple out of tires for the Cat Goddess, for men and women who dance like birds and salmon herds, her red pyramids name the wind like a radio the South West Wind, The Maltese Falcon and Farewell, My Lovely. My email account had a dark and twisted fantasy about Walmart and sableye, antelope goggles, a helicopter, herbicide, a diary mask ammo kit. The moon is enough for us in Spanish, even when death goes undetected by Beauticontrol™. If you look up tonight, the stars have no makeup. Make up some statistics about them on the spot. His everythings were shallow, not a cough in a carload. Start a sentence with “a religion of doors”. But there were shy violets, birds – skylit, scarlet, nautical twilight, small wars smuggled like smart chargers, it’s so beautiful there, trees mistaken for transitional fossils and the trout are great. . . 

Zeitgeist Spam: In the House of the Hangman 1749.

Anne Gorrick, Two Poems |otoliths issue 33

 

Anne Gorrick

 

Seemingly Endless Ocean Seed

 

I created a new world spawned in water

I explored for land, but to no avail

I found a seed that has seemingly endless waters

Using a specific seed generates exactly the same world each time

instead of a distorted land

There is seemingly endless ocean

 

Spain… you’re just…. ADORABLE in your Riotology

 

I’m looking for a good ocean seed with a seemingly endless ocean

The brunette stared out into a sea of patrons

She carried the light onward into the vast

Some 500 years ago

a namesake of mine

sailed beyond the horizons of the known world – sailed off the map

across seemingly endless oceans of prairie

(520,000 km or 200,000 sq. mi.)

with their grass seeds

 

This is a Guide for the Perplexed and the Outnumbered

 

Her map offers some of the best places to spawn you

in front of a pit of lava looking over an ocean

As we learn to cultivate Shakti, we are able to plant light

in SMERF (or Seed, Rose, and Flower Mass-Production Farm)

… and there is a HUGE ocean, seemingly endless, perfect for underwater cities

Cranberries floating in seemingly endless oceans of water

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Cut the morning out of this text and other poems by Anne Gorrick| Wag’s Revue

 

Cut the morning out of this text | Wag’s Revue.

This is a poem, you dumbass, by Anne Gorrick | Turntable + Blue Light:

Anne Gorrick

This is a poem, you dumbass

This is a poem about what to do if you find yourself in a Fairy Tale

It’s about restlessness and freaks

It’s a machine made of words

This is a poem that heals fish

It’s sometimes about palindromes like: “A dog! A panic in a pagoda!” or “Ah,

          Satan sees Natasha”

***

This is a poem about cutting and being predestined for fame

This is a poem that Follows the Rules.

It’s about the dangers of rewards

It reinforces the sense of trembling on the brink of some obscure revelation

This is a poem that’s got enormous mouth-joy, one that can be used to describe

          any character, setting, idea or concept found in literature

***

This is a poem that starts out sounding like a nice poem about nature and maybe

           love, and then it becomes about how God views sex

This is a poem called a pyramid and as you can see it’s set out in the shape of a

           pyramid

It asks isotopes to remain still

and because it’s a poem, for once, I don’t have to be rigorously accurate.

This is a poem for my boyfriend (well, kinda about him), and how we’d spend the

          perfect Christmas Eve

***

This is a poem I wrote about a stalker and stalking. Please enjoy!

This is a poem that is consistently placed in literary anthologies

I recently wrote this poem, what do you think?

This is a poem-writing orchard.  There are missing details.  It is also self-

          referential

This is a poem about girls who like boys who like cats and wear glasses— the

          boys, not the cats. This is a poem about girls

This is a poem hedged with razor wire

***

This is a poem about a man leaving his wife

This is a poem that knows how to make use of nothing

This is a poem, not a song

This is a poem, not by me

It can fit neatly into the most hectic of schedules, one that you could leave

         around the house in absolute confidence

***

When you submit a poem for publication: Here are a few classic poems that don’t

get accepted: Parochial, I’ve-got-no-money ‘bed-wetter’ poems; self-consciously poetic this-is-a-poem poems; poems that describe Bishop’s periodic visits to Ezra Pound in St. Elizabeth’s Hospital where Pound was institutionalized

This is a poem that George wrote in his frustration about the regulations forced

            on the shrimp industry

This is a poem about drinking scotch

It’s not a bedtime story

This is a poem without you in it

***

This is a poem I made around a Japanese myth about a bird-faced child

It’s also about my obsession with a Hollywood celebrity

This is a poem about fruit and sin and forgiveness

It’s also about duplicity

It could even be about a pair of Patagonian penguins.

***

This is a poem I wrote about overcoming addiction

It’s about the itch, not the scratch

It’s about plum flowers, petals falling everywhere too fast

It’s about notation

This is a poem created by appropriating the appropriator

This is a poem for people who find life excessively vivid

***

This is a poem for a small and skeptical audience

It’s about vajazzling AND Paul Celan

and how forbidden things become attractive

It’s also about memory and history and what survives, what escapes, what

          fails

This is a poem about what causes poems like this to be written, and how they fall

           to the ground as ash

 

 

Turntable + Blue Light: Anne Gorrick.

In the House of the Hangman 1194-1196 by John Bloomberg-Rissman, with Bhanu Kapil, Anselm Hollo, Sina Queyras, Donna Fleischer, Anne Gorrick et al / Zeitgeist Spam

In the House of the Hangman 1194-1196 / Zeitgeist Spam

Vancouver, Mary Shelley and The Space of the Body [Cells] / Was Jack Kerouac A Punjabi? Prose Incubation. Social Theory. Dogs. (Bhanu Kapil.)

Anne Gorrick : Five & Six Photo / Text, A Collaborative Interview Series

Anne Gorrick (Elizabeth Bryant photograph)

Anne Gorrick Five & Six Photo / Text