Oh and Juliana if you read this—
I tried to be a peasant looking at a picture of an angel but I couldn’t believe in love until I got to the creation of the animals
—how they launch into life from out of the void,
blind—all of history ahead of them—and that’s when I thought of you—like do those robins ever settle in at night and just think Best. Nest. Ever
That’s the subject of this poem"
excerpt from “THE DIAL”
"HETERONOMY" CHRIS NEALON
here is me reminding you that i am putting together a chapbook of pony poems, known henceforth as the Pony Poem Ponzi Zine. i have barely started the work of putting it together in indesign (which is tedious and awful) even though i have a bunch of submissions from very cool people, as i am swamped with school stuff, and won’t get around to making it a thing until, well, awhile. Like maybe even december or january when i return to oakland and my friend ian shows me how to make books and stuff because he’s kind & very cool. so. write me a pony poem. send it to me. so far, i have accepted everything. you might ask, sarah, what the fuck is a pony poem? it is a poem that mentions the word pony.
here is how you reach me:
P.S. DO NOT send it in a google doc, it will fuck with your line breaks if you so choose to use line breaks. send it in the text of your email or as a txt or rtf document (i am broke and don’t have microsoft word)
Today we fed christians to lions
and stole books about property,
red ghost lovers
Our lady of the cabbage roses
Butte Montmontre, Rue des Arbres
Or was it rue les martyrs
Une meute de loups
but une émeute is a riot.
This means that groupings are dangerous in the best way—especially while Taylor Swift is playing.
A riotous mob is also an assembly is also so close to a herd of animals.
Many think this an insult, but I’ll leave them to their alliance with the creative class and the new economy. To me, it’s the song of a collective dance.
Silicon Valley can’t survive a stampede.
"To the Poem" ALICE NOTLEY
IN THE PINES
Alice Notley is my current favorite. And AroarA’s album that uses her words from “In the Pines” is so utterly magnificent.
WAIT you live in richmond and like alice notley?? do we know each other?