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Exquisite Corpse poems from the last Frontiers of Poetry 2010 class--10/12/10

These exquisite corpse poems were written at Sanctuary Pub in Iowa City by Justine Retz, Eric Roalson, Stephanie Wilkinson, and Russell Jaffe:

#1

Sitting under a toadstool
sweating in the noon day sun
they pray for an alchemical rain
to a landfill idol, pariah of industrial housing
a Frankenstein--wire bed frame.
In a stark, vast room
the saxophone is the only voice
of reason, but the pipe organ is
becoming one with the merry-go-round.
A headless horseman appears;
It is better to gallop than to extrapolate
--sage advice from the mother in us all.

#2

The school house brick steamed.
A fog rises into the September air
and by October a fog drives itself to work, it
takes on a new name--a new identity.
Calling home,
ancient resonance of the choir
tires me more than the tremolo of
a pomegranate turning tangerine in the sunset.
Grapes dripping from the vine,
it is divine to sing across the web
to untapped URLs, my sweet
covered in melted brie juice.


#3

My primary refusal is to write anything about
the meaning of a rainbow over an
apocalyptic sky.
There is a fire in the chamber of tomorrow
so call today's fire chief--he's got it
in spades. The mushrooms on fire,
diamonds bounce in the bubble,
double the trouble of seduction
by introducing the TV, a remarkable
box of manipulation--a stargazer's paradise.
Tears flow openly
into the chalice of mercy.

#4

The rogue winks and moves across the bar
toward plastic spheres and D.I.Y stigmas.
The 7-Up bottles came flying, fizzing,
jasper colored beads scatter
like squirrels in the strobelight,
I convulse an adorable bravado,
an Ewok caught in a time machine--
Asteroids dance
around the coffin of silence,
the funeral home of loudness operates
oh-so-silently, spinning in darkness and
out of control.

Horse Less Review #8 is a great cross section of emerging poets

Horseless Review #8, featuring a lot of amazing contemporary poets (and your humble instructor). Enjoy!

A question for Russell: is this the class you were telling us about (in May)? I thought you were going to teach it in November. At any rate, could you tell us the course title and time for the next class? Thanks! This is the first time I have 'returned' to this site since our class ended. Nice posts here! --Karyn

Journals to look up

I've chosen a handful of journals I think are very interesting and worth your time to study and analyze as benchmarks of today's poetry landscape.

DIAGRAM: http://www.webdelsol.com/DIAGRAM/3_3/index.html
Octopus: http://www.octopusmagazine.com/issue05/html/main.html
horse less review: http://www.horselesspress.com/
elimae: http://www.elimae.com/
Leveler: http://www.levelerpoetry.com/
Super Arrow: http://www.superarrow.org/
The Portland Review: http://www.portlandreview.pdx.edu/
The Paris Review: http://www.theparisreview.org/
Poetry: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/index.html
The Iowa Review: http://iowareview.uiowa.edu/
Conduit: http://www.conduit.org/
MiPOesias: http://www.mipoesias.com/MIPO/Home.html
Shampoo: http://www.shampoopoetry.com/
Coconut: http://www.coconutpoetry.org/
LIT: http://litmagazine.wordpress.com/
La Petite Zine: http://www.lapetitezine.org/
ACTION YES: http://www.actionyes.org/
Black Warrior Review: http://blackwarrior.webdelsol.com/
Indiana Review: http://indianareview.org/
Hanging Loose Press: http://www.hangingloosepress.com/
Glimmer Train: http://www.glimmertrain.com/

But you don't need to be limited to these. Here’s a massive list of poetry journals, all collected and updated frequently!
http://duotrope.com/listallmarkets.aspx?page=pubtype-p&sort=title

Ars Poetica/Russell Jaffe/Sept. 14

It's day 1 of Frontiers of Poetry 2010, and here's the Ars Poetica I wrote in class:

A Toast

Raise like you would your mortal young.
In remembrance, splash stars like milk
across your chest and we'll lay down like
young beach nights and write poems about
Iowa.

There's no coast there--just the blue edges
of the map being what could be or have been,
the clouds being the earth's eyelids all the way
to your sunscreen, to the magnetic beach of
yourself,

to low tide, to whomever said that light is good
and cancels darkness' bads--they never saw
a comet tail and became a grain of sand.
So I have nothing to say, but
not for lack of gravity.






Also, here's some poems I've had published in Weird Deer and Action Yes.

Spill

This summer, long drawn

as if Louisiana hasn't seen enough

the floods of hurricanes and petroleum

pumping from Big Putrid pipes, underwater

where we used to think god kept hell, but

discovered that it had roots deep in the past

deeper than the sea bed of golden, blinded kings

where pings from a submarine surfacing

collapse black as a missing star, a gap in a child's smile,

the only time such a smile is utterly adorable

when you drive your car into an oil drill

if you can--fill your lungs with air--and pray.

Written by Eric Roalson, Hans Lutenegger, Karyn Hempel, and Russell Jaffe 6/30/10