Beat Poem 1 by Dean Eliason

Florian's Entry

2017-01-06 01:07:49 UTC

Poem Line: What is a home? "How easily
it can be destroyed: the untying of traditional ropes, pull, the scroll-unraveling."

-The poem is talking about a group of people (The poem started with the pronoun "we", without any nouns to refer to) that is resisting using a tree sparrow nest for shade because they recognize the value a home has to a sparrow. Also, the poem talks about a home being more that just a residential building, and that homes can provide a sense of comfort no matter the situation.

Kiara

2017-01-06 19:10:40 UTC

Poem title: Dead Deer
"the windshield goes dark as an eyelid
curtaining to a horizon of blood,
black glass laced with lightning—"

Sarah

2017-01-06 19:57:16 UTC

Poem title: Good Bones
"Life is short and the world
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you"

Amaya Wallace

2017-01-07 03:28:21 UTC

Poem Title: "The Child"
Author: Michael McClure
"all sleeping infants are sizeless and giants/dreaming in a universe immeasurable"

Lindsay Gunsallus

2017-01-07 15:07:58 UTC

Poem Title: Good Bones
"Any decent realtor,
walking you through a real shithole, chirps on
about good bones: This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful."

AC Haggard

2017-01-07 22:01:24 UTC

Poem Title: Wild Dreams of a New Beginning
"There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight
Beyond the ledges of concrete
restaurants fall into dreams
with candlelight couples"

Kevin

2017-01-07 22:33:07 UTC

Poem Title: Gic to Har
"So many other nights like this.
I sit staring empty-headed at the article Grosbeak,
Listening to the long rattle and pound
Of freight cares and switch engines in the distance."

Piper

2017-01-08 03:32:28 UTC

"Fast Speaking Woman" Anne Waldman 1945-present

"I’m the Kali woman the killer woman
women with salt on her tongue
fire that cleans
fire that catches
fire burns hotter as I go"

Peter

2017-01-08 14:39:54 UTC

"Peace Path" by Heid E. Erdrich

the now-rare scent
invisible as history
history the tall grass opens for us
Breathe the incense of sun on prairie
Offer peace to the sky

Christian Sesler

2017-01-08 15:14:51 UTC

"To the Oracle at Delphi" - Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Great Oracle, sleeping through the centuries,
Awaken now at last
And tell us how to save us from ourselves
and how to survive our own rulers

Adrienne

2017-01-08 16:12:56 UTC

"Music from Childhood" by John Yau
I tried to follow in your footsteps, but they turned to water

Lilia Goodbar

liliagoodbar — 2017-01-08 17:21:39 UTC

"Destiny" by Gregory Corso

When the messenger spirit

Comes to your door

Though locked

It'll enter like an electric midwife

And deliver the message

Bradley Ferrer

2017-01-08 18:59:56 UTC

"Hay for the Horses" by Gary Snyder

I thought, that day I started,
I sure would hate to do this all my life.
And dammit, that's just what
I've gone and done.

Forest Veerhoff

2017-01-08 19:03:58 UTC

"Gic to Har" by Kenneth Rexroth

It is late at night, cold and damp
The air is filled with tobacco smoke.
My brain is worried and tired.
I pick up the encyclopedia,
The volume GIC to HAR,
It seems I have read everything in it,

Laura Brunk

2017-01-08 19:10:05 UTC

"City Lights 1961" by Diane di Prima

“I’ve got books” he said “like other people have mice”

Camille Blaine

2017-01-08 20:25:55 UTC

"If You're So Smart, Why Aren't You Rich?" by Phillip Whalen

No one can afford
THIS
Being made here and now

Jordan Bradley

2017-01-08 23:34:22 UTC

"A Supermarket in California" by Allen Ginsberg

In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!

Emily Porter

2017-01-09 17:32:46 UTC

"Sometime During Eternity" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

and he starts wailing
and claiming he is hep
to who made heaven
and earth

Ma'ayan Amar

amarmaayan — 2017-01-09 18:22:08 UTC

"Mexico City Blues [113th Chorus]" by Jack Kerouac
"Got up and dressed up
and went out and got laid
Then I died and got buried
In a coffin in the grave,
Man-
Yet everything is perfect,
Because it is empty,
Because it is perfect
with emptiness,
Because it's not even happening."

Elise Moya

2017-01-09 18:46:12 UTC

Constantly Risking Absurdity - Lawrence Ferlinghetti

"For he's the super realist

who must perforce perceive

taut truth

before the taking of each stance or step

in his supposed advance

toward that still higher perch

where Beauty stands and waits

with gravity

to start her death-defying leap"

Lucas Johnson

2017-01-09 19:05:38 UTC

"Hay For The Horses" - Gary Snyder

“I’m sixty-eight” he said,
“I first bucked hay when I was seventeen.
I thought, that day I started,
I sure would hate to do this all my life.
And dammit, that’s just what
I’ve gone and done.”

Stuart Thomas

2017-01-09 20:32:55 UTC

My Sad Self - Allen Ginsberg
" ... all movement stops

& I walk in the timeless sadness of existence,

tenderness flowing thru the buildings,

my fingertips touching reality’s face,

my own face streaked with tears in the mirror

of some window—at dusk—"

Madison Plecker

2017-01-09 20:40:16 UTC

Age of Beauty by Emilia Phillips
"My heart believes it is a muscle
of love, so how do I tell it it is a muscle of blood?"

Mia

2017-01-09 20:48:09 UTC

Of Seals, and Our Smiles by Michael Benedikt

"The target of our ancient disrespect, secret loathing, and finally outright public contempt

Since the weak are only here on this our sad planet to be hurt"

Josh

2017-01-09 21:11:38 UTC

All those ships that never sailed- Bob Kaufman
Today I bring them back

Huge and intransitory

And let them sail

Selena Hawker

2017-01-10 00:36:30 UTC

The World is a Beautiful Place by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

"...just generally

'living it up'

Yes

but then right in the middle of it

comes the smiling"

Gracie Caton

2017-01-10 02:07:41 UTC

The room is as We Left it by Marion Strobel
"My hands are bruised by surfaces
I do not see,
My fingers falter up and down
A tracery of years,
I sense the echo of a voice
I do not hear,
I am not sure the breath I hold
Is mine."

Sophie Condron

2017-01-10 14:15:04 UTC

Riprap by Gary Snyder

"Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands"

Rachel Campbell

2017-01-10 18:20:00 UTC

Ode to my Socks by Pablo Neruda
"I slipped my feet
into them
as though into
two
cases
knitted
with threads of
twilight
and goatskin."

Megan Passerell

2017-01-10 20:06:46 UTC

Believe, Believe by Bob Kaufman
Let the voices of dead poets

Ring louder in your ears

Than the screechings mouthed

In mildewed editorials.

Natalie Steinberg

2017-01-10 20:32:01 UTC

Kaddish, Part 1 by: Allen Ginsberg

Dreaming back through life,
Your time and mine accelerating toward Apocalypse,
the final moment--the flower burning in the day and what comes after.

Simrin Goodman

2017-01-10 20:57:57 UTC

Skating in Harlem, Christmas Day by Cynthia Zarin

"Folly tells the truth by what it's not-
One X equals a fall I'd not forgo.
Are ice and fire the integers we've got?"

Jack Watkins

2017-01-10 22:16:43 UTC

"Arriving at Last "- Daniel Hoffman

"True to itself, by what craft
And strength it has, it has come
As a sole survivor returns"

Veronica Olson

2017-01-10 23:41:24 UTC

A Certain Slant of Sunlight, by Ted Berrigan

Her eyes will be deep brown and her hair styled 1941 American
will be too; but
I'll be shattered by then

Cole Vincel

2017-01-10 23:56:23 UTC

Bean Spasms by Ted Berrigan

Don’t you? like when you ask to leave the room

& go to the moon.

Jillian Jacobson

2017-01-11 00:58:05 UTC

A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Amaya Gibson

2017-01-11 01:12:14 UTC

The Lie by Anne Waldman
"Art begins with a lie
That's the story, sharp peck in the eye"

Keely Wiese

2017-01-11 01:59:35 UTC

"I am signaling you through the flames" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

"The state of the world calls out for poetry to save it."

Michael Healey

2017-01-11 02:22:21 UTC

"A Certain Slant of Sunlight" Ted Berrigan

I’ll go there tomorrow, dark bulk hooded
against what is hurled down at me in my no hat
which is weather

Brendan Curry

2017-01-11 04:25:03 UTC

"Cocaine" John Wieners

If I knew you were there

I would fall upon my knees and plead to God

to deliver you in my arms once again.

But it is senseless to try.

One can only take means to reduce misery

Jaime Zuniga-Abello

2017-01-11 05:30:03 UTC

"To the Oracle at Delphi" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Why are you staring at me
as if I were America itself
the new Empire

Howman Pagola

2017-01-11 06:07:57 UTC

"I Have Folded My Sorrows" by Bob Kaufman
"And yes, I have refought those unfinished encounters. Still, they remain unfinished.
And yes, I have at times wished myself something different."

Jacob Gibson

jdgf1 — 2017-01-11 13:56:45 UTC

Siwashing it Out Once In Suislaw Forest by Gary Snyder

"Now our friends are married,
you teach school back east,
I don't mind living this way,
Green hills, long blue beach,
But sometimes sleeping in the open,
makes me think when I had you."

Madison Gneiting

mgh2 — 2017-01-11 14:17:31 UTC

An Autumn Morning in Shokoku-ji by Gary Snyder

The pointless wars of the heart.
Almost dawn. Venus and Jupiter.
The first time I have
Ever seen them close.

Jeb Horn

2017-01-11 14:36:24 UTC

Believe, Believe by Bob Kaufman

Believe in this. Young apple seeds,

In blue skies, radiating young breast,

Not in blue-suited insects,

Infesting society’s garments.

Meghan Grossman

2017-01-11 14:47:48 UTC

Abeyance by Rebecca Foust

I know I lack the words, or all the words I say
are wrong. I know I’ll call and you won’t answer,
and still I’ll call. I want to tell you
you were loved with all I had, recklessly,

Ryland Hanson

2017-01-11 15:46:25 UTC

The Acts of Youth by John Weiners

We rise again in the dawn.
Infinite particles of the divine sun, now
worshipped in the pitches of the night.

Harrison Wehmann

2017-01-11 15:47:31 UTC

Hay for the Horses

I thought, that day I started,
I sure would hate to do this all my life.
And dammit, that’s just what
I’ve gone and done.

Hannah Shifflett

2017-01-11 16:42:46 UTC

"Untitled" by David Meltzer

Art’s smoke aches out of wounds

Laila Arzouni

2017-01-11 16:51:48 UTC

Hay for the Horses by Gary Snyder

I thought, that day I started,
I sure would hate to do this all my life.
And dammit, that’s just what
I’ve gone and done.

Brooke Tegethoff

2017-01-11 17:12:41 UTC

A Supermarket in California by Allen Ginsberg

Will we walk all night through solitary streets?  The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we’ll both be lonely.
  Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage?

Jenna Driskill

2017-01-11 17:14:16 UTC

The Lie by Anne Waldman

I want a rare sky

vantage point free from misconception

Ryan Clancy

2017-01-11 17:32:21 UTC

History of the airplane by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

And the Wright brothers were long forgotten in the high-flying
bombers that now began to visit their blessings on various Third
Worlds all the while claiming they were searching for doves of
peace

Gabriel Rakoski

2017-01-11 17:49:35 UTC

Kaddish, Part I
For Naomi Ginsberg, 1894-1956

"...and how Death is that remedy all singers dream of , sing remember..."

William Comberg

2017-01-11 18:16:48 UTC

"Howl" By Allen Ginsberg

who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on the snowbank docks waiting for a door in the East River to open to a room full of steam-heat and opium,

Dante' Oliver

2017-01-11 23:55:39 UTC

"The Changing Light" By Lawrence Ferlinghetti

The changing light of San Francisco is none of your east coast light
none of your pearly light in Paris
The light of San Francisco is a sea light
an island light

Austin Napier

2017-01-12 01:27:09 UTC

"The American Way" by Gregory Corso

One would think with his mania for growth
he would, by now, have outgrown such things as
constitutions manifestos codes commandments
that he could well live in the world without them
and know instinctively how to live and be
—for what is being but the facility to love?

Cabot Martin

2017-01-12 02:16:02 UTC

"Believe, believe" by Bob Kaufman

Let the voices of dead poets

Ring louder in your ears

Than the screechings mouthed

In mildewed editorials.

Maggie Rombach

maggierombach — 2017-01-12 02:39:43 UTC

"Hay for the Horses" by Gary Snyder

"The itch of hay dust in the sweaty shirts and shoes"

Mallory Yowell

2017-01-12 02:51:40 UTC

"The Fountain of Blood" by Charles Baudelaire (translated by Rachel Hadas)

I looked to Love to cure my old disease.
Love led me to a thicket of IVs
Where bristling needles thirsted for each vein.

Aley Becker

2017-01-12 03:23:06 UTC

"The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos William

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

Elizabeth Boyd

2017-01-12 15:57:30 UTC

"A Last Word" by Ernest Dowson

Find end of labour, where's rest for the old,
Freedom to all from love and fear and lust.
Twine our torn hands! O pray the earth enfold
Our life-sick hearts and turn them into dust.

Lauren Haggard

2017-01-12 16:13:11 UTC

One flower

on the cliffside

Nodding at the canyon

Lydia Kellams

2017-01-12 16:22:27 UTC

Poem for My Son in the Car

Jennifer K. Sweeney

a pewter bell rung into night’s collected
sigh, choral and sleep-sunk.
Dark as the oyster’s clasp

Elizabeth Song

2017-01-12 17:53:16 UTC

Friendship After Love

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

We do not wish the pain back, or the heat;
And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.

Paige McGlothlin

2017-01-12 19:13:09 UTC

New Jersey by Craig Morgan Teicher
"My little traumas are just souvenirs of other
lives, of places I might have once visited."

Ahmed Eitta

2017-01-12 19:27:27 UTC

Hay for the Horses
by Gary Snyder

"I thought, that day I started,
I sure would hate to do this all my life.
And dammit, that’s just what
I’ve gone and done."

Elena Schmelter

2017-01-12 23:26:13 UTC

The Lie
by Anne Waldman

"Art begins with a lie"

Matthew Nicholson

2017-01-12 23:59:17 UTC

Prayer
By Nathan Parker

I dream that I was born
With no tongue and that
Answer nor understand
Questions about where
I come from that the waves
Are my clapping sisters
So many dark swallowed
Ships my deleted thoughts
Canon and coin pulp.

Lauren Mason

2017-01-13 02:53:34 UTC

what the dead know by heart
By Donte Collins

the bullet missed my head

and landed in another. today, i passed
a mirror and did not see a body, instead
a suggestion, a debate, a blank

post-it note there looking back. i
haven’t enough room to both rage and
weep. i go to cry and each tear turns

to steam. I say I matter and a ghost
white hand appears over my mouth

Talia Marshall

2017-01-13 06:41:10 UTC

Destiny
By: Gregory Corso
It does not knock
or ring the bell
or telephone
When the Messenger-Spirit
comes to your door
though locked
It'll enter like an electric midwife
and deliver the message

Jackson D'Errico

2017-01-13 16:04:05 UTC

Shine, Perishing Republic, by Robinson Jeffers

[While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire,
And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out, and the mass hardens,]

Gary Vaclavicek

2017-01-13 17:34:54 UTC

I am Waiting
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

and I am waiting
for someone to really discover America
and wail

Colin Pan

2017-01-13 17:39:28 UTC

America
by Allen Ginsberg

America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing.

Wild Dreams of a New Beginning- Lawrence Ferlinghetti

2017-01-13 18:07:42 UTC

Ix.

“Eyes smell flowers and become them

There's a deathless hush

on the freeway tonight

as a Pacific tidal wave a mile high

sweeps in

Los Angeles breathes its last gas

and sinks into the sea like the Titanic all lights lit”

The People, Yes by Carl Sandburg

2017-01-13 18:57:40 UTC

 Jack Markey
"I earn my living.
    I make enough to get by
    and it takes all my time.
    If I had more time
    I could do more for myself
    and maybe for others.
    I could read and study
    and talk things over
    and find out about things.
    It takes time.
    I wish I had the time."

Coleman Savage

2017-01-13 19:03:49 UTC

Howl by Allen Ginsberg

"Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night"

Christian Means

2017-01-13 19:13:20 UTC

I Held a Shelley Manuscript by Gregory Corso
"My hands did numb to beauty

as they reached into Death and tightened!

O sovereign was my touch

upon the tan-inks's fragile page!"

Rachel Fortune

rlfj5 — 2017-01-13 19:15:41 UTC

I Am Waiting by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

....and I am waiting
for the Age of Anxiety to drop dead....

Alexis Rae

akrw3 — 2017-01-19 00:46:31 UTC

A Certain Slant of Sunlight by Ted Berrigan

"I’ll go out for a drink with one of my demons tonight
they are dry in Colorado 1980 spring snow."

AJ Mincer

ajmc8 — 2017-01-19 22:28:08 UTC

I’ve dropped 2 pills and an 8th of Phet
Waiting for the rushes, waiting for the sweat
Listening to the music, feelin’ every beat
waiting for that melody which sweeps me off my feet
The beat drop’s out, music’s lost pace
My heart’s started racing, there’s a trickle down my face
I can start to feel tingles, my body start to shake
This rush is going to hit me, just like an earthquake
Now I’m in the rush, most ravers are the same
We’re lost in our music, lost in the game
Reaching for the lasers, hairs stood on end
On a euphoric journey, I don’t want to descend

The beat drops in, I return to the room
Left wanting more of my euphoric bloom