Incidental instrumentation is a snare drum dance on a low stage. The frequency gentle and occasional, the result a steady and uninhibited linger. Blueprints to buildings sometimes reveal their windows upside down, sometimes superimposed lines pull a stillness over the implied glass. Merce Cunningham paused on film in three movements, the music plays without instrumentation—Cage [...]
Archive for the ‘Day Poems’ Category
Haunting (Day 2,757)
Posted: June 11, 2010 by Arambler in Day PoemsTags: instrumentation, blueprints, Merce Cunningham, Haunting exhibit, Guggenheim Museum, high tide
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From the Ground Up (Day 2,744)
Posted: May 26, 2010 by Arambler in Day Poems, Night PoemsTags: balcony, guitar pick moon, Poetry, serenade, Verona
Balcony scars on the side of a house haunt us—another Verona, another serenade, another exit into perfect darkness. A guitar pick moon offers us the night. We take it string by wave by bits of breath easing close.
Urban Element (Day 2,727)
Posted: May 7, 2010 by Arambler in Day PoemsTags: Poetry, rinse, roots, streets, utilities
You make my hair curl around a yearning for a straighter path. Deep beneath the streets you go to rescue these roots from those utilities. The rinse is never final. Four men in suits cross over without looking in both our directions. They don’t believe in rain. You aren’t to be believed— weather becomes an [...]
Exposure Closure
Posted: April 22, 2010 by Arambler in Day PoemsTags: cash in, Poetry, rock n roll roadkill
To cash in a past, pick a year—1992, better yet 1991— would be too easy. I’m done being easy. Narratives wrap around words compressed. A loose loop of letters with clear beginning, middle, end would be a legible expose yourself delivery method. But it’s what gets packed in so tightly—one lover’s lip smashed against another’s [...]
Some days she’s not willing to dig deep below a scratched surface truth. Some days she just wants to see her reflection crack and walk on. Some other days that become nights she would rather go blind than acknowledge the visions trapping her heart inside an under river tunnel. This could be one of those.
Poetry Reading at the Fireroast Mountain Cafe, Sat., April 3
Posted: April 2, 2010 by Arambler in Day PoemsAmy Nash will be reading her poetry at the Fireroast Mountain Cafe in South Minneapolis on Saturday, April 3rd, at 7 pm. The address and website are: Fireroast Mountain Cafe 3800 37th Avenue South Minneapolis, MN 55406 www.fireroastmountaincafe.com
Staged and Charged Up (Day 2,669)
Posted: March 10, 2010 by Arambler in Day PoemsTags: Poetry, soul, Brooklyn, Astoria, Flat Iron Building, the Bronx, Verrazano Narrows Bridge
No photos ever of me in Brooklyn. Some in Queens— an Astoria fourplex with unfinished hardwood floors. Manhattan all over beginning inside the helm of the Flat Iron. The Bronx north of 232nd Street indoors and out. Even one on Staten Island before dashing across the Verrazano Narrows Bridge. Where did they go? I know [...]
Poetry Reading on April 3rd at the Fireroast Mountain Cafe
Posted: March 6, 2010 by Arambler in Day PoemsI will be reading some of my poetry at the Fireroast Mountain Cafe in South Minneapolis on Saturday, April 3rd, at 7 pm. For directions, check out their website: http://www.fireroastmountaincafe.com/
aka (Day 2,649)
Posted: February 18, 2010 by Arambler in Day PoemsTags: caption, confident blues guitar, Poetry, subtitle
She thinks she hears a confident blues guitar play across the alley. Or, she may have just read a caption to a movie— it’s come down to subtitling her own language again.
