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Hey all,
If anyone's reading this or anything else. I just found a pretty good contemporary poet, Kevin Young.
He's got a "bluesy" style that manipulates the use of off beat and off-spa(tial)ce endlines. I would explain my take (I stress that last bit) on his style, but I have to go to bed.
Anywho, here is a one poem from his work "To Repel Ghosts: the remix" a collection of poems that emulates the works and life of late artist Jean-Michel Basquiat (aka SAMO(c)).
ANYBODY SPEAKING WORDS
Nothing can breathe
you back. Not
the long work
of drink, cocktails
at six, beer,
whatever, whisky,
Old Granddad, Crazy-
horse. SPORTS. The dull
sweet white whine taste
of morning. Nor
the eastward walk
past St Mark's
& Auden's marked
house, past
the park, skip
rope of streets no longer
numbers, into the Nix
the Nada--to cop
the coine-sized, -colored
bags. Squats. The poor tarred
streets, corners piled
with boys & beggars.
Smoke smoke. OPERA.
Your faraway father
in his suit
coat of silence. Your mouth
mock-moving on
its own, NOTHING
TO GAIN HERE. Gone,
nothing can stir--