Another Flower

Flowers #29

                       so we must stop dreaming with our eyes open                 and cast our lot with

                                                           muscle cars, with red balloons, with action heroes

                   the dreams must stop                  adrenaline

subsides as our glands retreat

                                                the old fashioned ligature slips

 

                                                                         – digging my way out of the small room I felt enclosed as the air expanded to blue color

 

                    doors-               opening                          a tent full of tears

Max Wolf Valerio (c) April 4, 2014

 

 


Flowers #28

Flowers # 28

 

                     fluxus

          cool                   agents of hardcore                        trajectory annihilation

                                                                   angels        flow to entry and disappearance                     stiletto satin

floats white bird evaporation             blue steel

portraits bing  bang

 

 

Max Wolf Valerio (c) April 3, 2014

 

 

 

 


Flowers #24

Here’s a poem, first up for NaPoWriMo and part of the larger, “Flowers” series…

 

Flowers #24  

 

                         extinguish                   the mortal

                                                        petals                          –  longing

                                                                      for a life living             –beyond

                                                                this one            short as a dime

                                               held up by cones and           short rods

                                                                                         short at the shore

 

                                                                           the alabaster demon nude as language

                                                                           with hips that swivel

 

 

Max Wolf Valerio (c) April 1, 2014

 


Spring is here! A new YouTube channel appears

OK, it is now spring and yes, April Fools and also National Poetry Month. I have a plan this month and that includes NaPoWriMo!   I have begun a series called “Flowers” which is a poem for every shot of testosterone I have done. That’s over 500, I am on shot #571 or so. I’ve been been numbering them from the beginning. The beginning was now 25 years ago. Yes, and on the first day of spring!  On March 20th, HAIL SPRING! Each Flowers poem is short. I won’t be posting many, but I might post a few over the course of the month. I guess that means I begin sometime today.   I’ve been writing this series any way, so here is another excuse to write more.

Meanwhile, there’s this new Hypotenuse Wolf YouTube channel! For spring!   Check it out.    I’m reading my poem “Nocturnal Pump”.


The Testosterone Files is out on Audible

The Testosterone Files is finally out on Audible as an audiobook!  For all those who prefer to listen rather than read text, and for those who wish to hear the book animated and alive to the ear, here it is!    I narrated the book myself and loved every minute of it!  Hopefully, you will enjoy listening.  Here:   

http://www.audible.com/pd/Bios-Memoirs/The-Testosterone-Files-Audiobook/B00FDX69J0/ref=sr_1_1?qid=1380061103&sr=1-1#publisher-summary

I truly enjoyed the process of reading my book for recording.  It helps that I write for the ear as well as the eye, having learned that long ago from The Beats and their emphasis on the ear, on writing even prose for the ear as well as the wandering, perceptive eye.  No doubt though that reading a book out loud is a different task from writing it and there’s no room for error.  Like any newbie I had my stops and starts, Mike Cramp, my sound engineer at  http://postmodernco.com/  Postmodern Company in Denver, was patient and skillful.  That also made the entire process easier.  We got through the recording expediently and with little frustration.   I do hope you enjoy the finished product.    

I want to thank my wondrous Audible editor Susie Bright – http://susiebright.blogs.com/ for initiating this process and making it all possible.   Susie’s vision and ability to create reality from dreams is why this audiobook happened at all.   Thanks Susie!   And, also thanks to her daughter Aretha Bright!  Aretha works with Susie on her Audible list and a better mother/daughter team is not possible!  

So, give it a listen and spread the word.  And, thank you ahead of time. 

 


My Interview of J/J Hastain in PANK

My Interview of J/J Hastain in PANK

Here, my interview of the marvelous poet J/J Hastain — a poet and innovative writer worth paying close attention to.  PANK did misspell my last name but that’s life. 

Here, a portion beginning the interview: 

MWV:  What is the relationship of the body to identity, and how does language intercede–or not? 

For me, body (corpuscle and feelings therein) and page (what for me is one of contemporary languages’ core impetuses) correlate in stippling-like processes, always approximating authenticity. Identity is the active and ongoing stimulation of a profoundly necessary simulation; a way to relate to (myself as) form. There is a continual need to keep in motion in order for the stippling from stifling.

MWV:   A figure appears in your forthcoming book Luci: a Forbidden Soteriology.  You write:  “The red of the queer mystic’s human flesh in response to the frigid temperature of the river was something that, from that event on, never left them.”  Tell me about the “queer mystic”?  

I love LuciLuci loves you. The queer mystic of Luci (my book) is different than how I work with queer mysticism in praxis but I can certainly speak to both here.

(continue to the link above for the rest!) 


Final NaPoWriMo poem for April 2013

So, with my good friend, I was able to complete NaPoWriMo. I would recommend that, making a deal with a writing buddy and each night emailing them the fruits of your imaginative labor for the day.  I wrote a poem for each day in April, thirty in all.  I am only posting a few, and here’s the last one.    I had a blast!  Now, to get back to my novel…

Late Song  

a coffee cup  – empty

an open sound frayed at the gathering tips

the last lonely night ending in broken promises

nowhere to go – but up

 

            a deer and a jackrabbit reinvent time  –

Max Wolf Valerio ©  April 29, 2013


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