Friday, February 15, 2019

Flags wave.
Books pile up.

Auntie Jenny says mom’s okay. They play cards all the time.
Uncle Buddy sees in both eyes now.

Thursday, September 27, 2018

Read an excerpt from Suicide by Language at Dispatches from the Poetry Wars

This movie was shot on cell-phone video. It’s the footage of the head of Jacques Derrida on the body of the Bigfoot.

Thursday, February 15, 2018

“Poetry and wallpaper. It seems to me this poetry is better suited for wallpaper. My reaction is to say, if you make enough of it you can do a wall.” 

Joseph F. Keppler, “Wallpaper,” 2017 (ink on throwaway paper, cut to order).  

Read an excerpt from Suicide by Language at The Tower Journal.

Thursday, December 21, 2017

In a previous life I was a chorus girl and I died very young and with a broken heart.

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

In Rapsodia 17, fall 2017, a long excerpt from Suicide by Language.

“In the envelope, this letter, where it read, You are too well-balanced to be a poet. Your poetry insults the poetess in me. And in the margin, Quite so.

Monday, November 6, 2017

“It’s proper for the poet to from time to time have the gendarmes at his door.”

Read an excerpt from Suicide by Language at The Tower Journal.

Saturday, October 21, 2017

In 1987 she wrote, all the pilots drive Lincolns and have pink skin. The stewardesses fuck like bunnies. After Cixous, the envelope is sealed with a kiss, is this poetic justice? Write for rules and detailed information.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

I understand the man who carves a cross into his forehead.

Friday, December 16, 2016

Soloiste! Soloiste!

They point at me and scream, Soloiste! Soloiste!

I scream back at them, Agoniste! Agoniste!

Read an excerpt from Suicide by Language at Posit.

Thursday, November 17, 2016

She was from Germany. She wanted to see where Lennon was killed.

Sunday, October 2, 2016

This is a photograph. Schratz Brice sitting at his piano. Those are stacks of newspapers in the background. Schratz is, in addition to everything else, a historian.

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

She took the name Brons Hermione.  And I, Harpis Bandoneon.

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

And if you were a flower you would be a . . . touch-me-not?

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Sometimes, with some people, it’s more interesting to never see them again.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

“I was madly in love with her for two years, and when we broke up, amicably, she gave me back everything I had left at her apartment, everything except my volume of Neruda’s love poems.”

Read an excerpt from Suicide by Language at A-Minor Magazine.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

“There’s a whole belt of avant-gardist territory where to criticize them is like telling the Fat Lady at the freak show to lose weight.”

Art by Joseph F. Keppler.  Juliet, 2013. Torn and pasted paper collage, 6.5” x 5”.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

If I am reborn, bald, bearded and hunchbacked.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

There is a marriage in Cana of Galilee. And a paralyzed man at the pool at Bethesda. Do not have contempt for my misfortune, you who are at ease. And you who put a stumblingblock before the blind. My lover is made whole this very hour.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valleys. As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

I weepeth sore in the night. My tears are on my cheeks. Among all my lovers none can comfort me.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Friday, June 17, 2011

And there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain, for the former things are passed away.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Roses and apples Dorothea. In the garden of her heaven. At the moment of her death.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Tell Hum. I am Jairus’ daughter. I am not dead. I am only sleeping. My lover whispers, Talitha cumi.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Eleven-hundred silver shekels. Tie me with seven new bow strings. And weave into the warp of a web seven locks of my hair. Dagon.

When two will make only one, when outside will be like inside, and when there will be neither male nor female.