Shovel

Gilbert, Young, Galmitz, Baker, Martone, Liu, Pfleuger, Moreno, Miller, Kacian, Yovu, Harris

Shovel

Jack Galmitz & Richard Gilbert, Eds.

Shovel Copyright 2013 ImPress

Richard Gilbert

Love is Simple

Wow, life is complicated but love is simple. Money is challenging but payment is demanded. Food is required but taste is instrumental. Touch is generic but sensitivity is nuanced. Faces are all unique but a lover is what you remember. What affects you is the everyday but nothing is not everything. Beauty is not only in the eye of the beholder. Beauty is in the relationship of connection. Time will erode the notion of youth but youth is not experience. You see a mother who is a lover but not every lover knows your heart. You know a father who made a mistake and then made a life. The knowledge of political truth can trespass emotional truth. The world cannot be saved.

Who are we listening to? is usually the produced news. Its hard to become autonomous because we are unable to. The dreams of freedom do not arrive until you make plans. Plans alone do not make a program. A program is ineffective when lacking collaboration. Collaboration is useful if the collaboration involves interested friends. You will dream but the dream is always only a beginning and the ending. Nature is an experiment. We are expendable. Politics is the notion of relationship taken to community. Communities are expendable to

the notion of politics.

Political will is not sanctuary. People are paid to lobby for interests which provide satisfaction. Everyone is safer very little, and increasingly. The Romans probably went insane from lead poisoning from aqueducts. Our situation in 2014 is not all that different. We as a community of moderns wish non-events a happy new year. China builds a new coal-fired plant

every week. The PM 2.5 particulates have exceeded 800 parts per million, easily. It is possible our children are surrounded by carcinogens. Worse, the bodies of children are easily permeable. When you love another sex is incredible if you can find satisfaction. Your lover seeks another and you seek as well something unlike pheromones. When love comes you are often young, or young again. And you do pray.

Over here

1. New abstract domains

He needn't go anywhere. He could have been in bed the whole time. Rose forced the door to open. Or Rose forced herself to go as if there were two entities inside Rose's head. Causing someone to have something: the basis for much human argumentation to conceive of a given event in two different ways. Ending a pregnancy killing a fetus a ball of cells an unborn child redistributing wealth confiscating earnings; metaphorical abstraction bleaches concepts of space, time and force, applies them to new abstract domains. Well, I said I'd talk about two windows on human nature.

2. Autism, animals
Now if you want to understand autism, animals. And I want to talk to you now about different ways of thinking. You have to get away from verbal language. I think in pictures I don't think in language. There's a ton of information on that fire hydrant. I had to sell my work and not myself. Now the animal mind and also my mind. And this brings up the whole thing of my science teacher.

3. Nothing better
Almost nobody gets out of love alive. Fire runs through my body Pain runs through my body I remember what you said to me. I am thinking of your love for me. I am torn by your love for me. Where are you going with my love? Parting is all we need to know of hell. I decided to look into the brain and study this madness.

Somebody is camping in my head. The less my hope, the hotter my love. Youre in this machine, and you're calculating to win life's greatest prize. The god of love lives in a state of need. Animal attraction can be instant. She had to pull over from the side of the road and cry. You can see an elephant instantly go for another elephant. Sometimes I feel a little sorry for the chicken on my dinner plate.

Over here Source texts 1. Remixed extract. Steven Pinker: What our language habits reveal, TED Talks, Sept. 2005. 2. Remixed extract. Temple Grandin: The world needs all kinds of minds, TED Talks, Feb. 2010. 3. Remixed extract. Helen Fisher: The brain in love, TED Talks, Feb. 2008.

Four poems

phoenix that we are bodies campfire night

sweet tonight

lady
are there? we

we
dreams we sweet

are
dreams are we tonight we are

tonight there? are we

are dreams

gaga

noonday night another night mare son

lemon-grass ladybugs the slender blades of pete, of jane

Mnemoria

1. Alphabets in rain inside clothing shared alphabets of rain inside like clothing wallflower memory of the word for one season

2. this gravity of form tortoise-time tropical lapping at the edge of green

as the lips indicate when your lips draw near this gravity of form

3. no dream is given substance an endless shifting music now complex vibrations lap cold stones beyond this wall as the moon dips lacking human habitation where once stood a boy making certain decisions: a normal kind of alien.

Mark Young

Introit / Extroit / Detroit

The lone air-traffic controller is angrythe Spanish Inquisition was over by the time she came on duty. Now she will never get to say: Torquemada, you are cleared to land on runway three.

when there's water vapor in the air

The Reader's Digest won the Malaysia Grand Prix in controversial style, charging for carbon emissions & using such diversionary methods as patdowns & body scans, & a community garage sale.

The / Fine Art / of Water Quality

When placed inside a shooting gallery, all Kansas City flea markets have senior moments & become totally disengaged from the outside world. They no longer automatically download podcast audio/video files to one's tablet or allow rural health workers to test the decibels of Robert Pattinson's cellphone ringtones. Some devices really need to play catch-up.

one for Octavio Paz

the hand / the eye not coordination the word not the thing mariposa lands on lands on the mind the tongue

A line from Claude Monet

I have Mahler on my iPod while I paint today. It is work in a darker register than I usually listen to, but it's a context contrast, & the water lilies seem brighter because of it.

geographies: Penang

The scenic trail is instrumental in uncovering various cybercriminal operations by institutional clients.

Diptych w./ Codicil

Let's start with a candid observation: stardom comes with early fame. Invent popcorn shrimp & youll end up being better known than any late SelfPortrait by Rembrandt. Three blocks down John rents a storage unit, a seemingly appropriate, albeit generic, name. It is a newly-single utility seeking an understanding partner for a lasting relationship. The last man died. Who keeps the dog?

geographies: Siem Reap

This porridge isn't bombastic, is instead a trifecta of subliminal multi-dimensional delights. All thanks to a consortium of bicycling dolphins, turtles, & whales who have opened the first restaurant inside a boutique inside a grocery store. Let's hope this move doesn't detract from its reputation as the best city in the world for chicken red curry.

A line from Ingeborg Bachmann

The death metal content of the large wicker planter box is neutralized by

the purple & light blue tissue paper it's lined with. Might be an isolated incident a look at the wayback machine shows this has never been an exclusively straight neighborhoodor, possibly, activists have commandeered some popular children's rhymes & are using their pulling power to build a customer base. No one seems in a hurry to disembark; but America's auto shredder capacity is ill-served by this continuing focus on a regular diet of tofu & prunes. The iron grows crooked. Fire up the pumpkin.

Jack Galmitz

TWINE

Twine. Damned twine. It must have gotten wet at some time. I couldnt untie the knot it had taken. I wanted to use it to hang a painting I had finished and now the edges were fraying. I wasnt sure if it would be long enough. Id been at it so long that sweat was dripping on the table I was working at. From my chin. Even from my elbows. It was made from jute, a strong fiber, and it clung together no matter what method I used to separate it. It made me itch where small particles broke off and stuck to my wet skin. It reminded me of wool. It could be soft if you stroked it on a sheep, but once sheered and stretched into threads and woven, it could cut into your skin at any moment like an insects teeth. I was beginning to feel itchy around my neck. Not the kind of itch you want to scratch, the kind you know draws blood if you do. Just the painful kind that comes from an imbedded sharp-edged material. I remembered a time when I was about eight years old and had to wear a tie for auditorium in school. My mother chose a woolen tie that I hated. I told

her I didnt want to wear it. She hit me in the face. More than once. I remember it was an expensive tie, but I cant recall if she bought it or it was a gift. I liked the pattern and the way it knotted. But I cried to her that it itched me all day around my neck. I swore when I was older, I would never buy woolen clothing. Besides, the trauma of being hit like that never left me and from then on was associated with wool- and now twine. As I continued to try to unravel the knots (I failed to mention that the twine had been tied a number of times), a fond memory of a fox of a woman, red-haired, too, returned. We were having an affair- I was a graduate student at a school where her husband was on the faculty of the math department- and were going to Toronto to spend a weekend. She didnt want me wearing my usual dungarees and lumber shirts, so she wanted to buy me pants. When she mentioned wool- it being winter- I told her I couldnt wear wool. She was a clothes designer and recommended gabardine, which she said didnt itch or scratch. It turned out she was right. I thought if I hadnt recently cut my nails perhaps I wouldnt be having so much trouble with the knots. Then, I thought my nails would have broken against the

tension infused in the tying of the threads. I had thus far tried to unloosen the top knot with various thicknesses of needles. As sharp as the points were I couldnt get them between the two lengths of twine. I pushed one thick needle through towards where they joined and with one hand at each end pulled up on the needle. The coils didnt budge. I needed something stronger and heavier. I tried a tweezer, thinking it would grasp the line and allow it to lift out of its confines. However, this proved as futile as the needles. Finally, out of desperation, I snipped the edge of the protruding twine and tried to push it out with a phillips screw river. Unfortunately, all that happened was that the end of the twine crushed and frayed a bit more. I took a break to dry my face off. I put on some music to help relax me as I worked the problem out. After trying to pull on the extended loops of the bound twine themselves without their budging, I gave up. I thought of throwing out the twine, as I had developed a personal antipathy towards it. Then, an idea occurred to me. I took the twine as it was to a store in the neighborhood that made trophies and laminated things such as diplomas. I asked them if they could make a bronze cast of the twine. They

said they could. I also wanted it mounted on end on a marble base, which they said they could accommodate me with. Finally, I wanted a small metal plaque on the marble to read The Undisputed and my name beneath it.

III Untitled Poems

The text ure of her smile changes with the font

The sea is semaphore & integrity

Dirt under my nails all year

Ed Baker

1 moon clear away full lips draw distance replace alone clouds red love

2 her breath worry worry legs long clear supple forget wave/s supple way

3 Dream think road see happens desire ten lose bridge kiss return hearts

4 dream remember moon clouds goat also mind trail want

5 deep run warm step out mind exceed what of bath come embrace

6 think kiss white more young lost along cloud some mouth feeling flower

7 young bird hips sun song here branch just time meet south full

8 water place laugh time attuned other warm sit return see wise scent

9 full so open walk moon too see old man window better view

10 long mind still way too sing yellow clears busy think she kiss

(unpublished poems, Book of Alone)

Paul Pfleuger, Jr.

answering against reason the one last patch of it enclosed by sheet metal the citys next fence around it the gist of their new water works agenda venturing in like a ball had been lost the notion of sempiternity verses days numbered now the silver grass yea high

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II at which point the pen the expression taken up kills off its learned impression of the sway of the word of experience when the politics about an everyday vocabulary demand you dont make a bit of sense until you have suffered in the shoes of the new academy and they may tell you your poem has given you to them

--Matters today

Today really matters. This place matters. Sex matters in migraines. Four reasons Jesus' ascension matters History matters. Why vision matters It doesnt matter that Lady Gagas Applause Is derivative; it matters that its awful. Why The US deficit matters to your portfolio To your success, because your success matters! She doesn't mention that energy intake matters far more than energy output when it comes to childhood obesity. It matters if people like you.

The head coach matters. The use of drones is heavily constrained, said President Obama during his May speech about national security matters, held in response to growing criticism of the U.S. drone program. Why the arrival of Al Jazeera America today matters Why stability in Egypt matters to America POLL: What matters to you? Because nice matters. Size matters. Moving beyond competition, to what matters more. Inappropriate medicines and prescribing why it matters. 'Personal matters' keep Hokies DL away Agency tightens regulation on use of nuclear matters

Notice of Investigation limited to matters relating to the following contents of Statement of Principles Instruments Nos. 3 & 4 of 2009, concerning drug dependence and drug abuse Why the bond bubble matters Why particle physics matters Why Elmore Leonard matters Fitness matters to your health. Zim striker takes matters personally But I am guilty of letting these future events matter more than what really matters now. How do you make time to connect to what matters between the duties of life? The government does not believe that anybody in the international community is seeking to link the solution of the problem with the economic crisis and energy matters No one else matters but you.

To love what you do and feel that it matters, how could anything be more fun? Why gun safety matters Why a ministerial disagreement over curb weight matters I have no problems adding an additional title in many cases, for instance for an item that was ordered and initially advertised under one title but that title was changed when it was published, or many similar matters. Therefore, making an added-title entry "246 Der Baumeister" only makes matters worse. When considering such matters, it is worthwhile to spend a few moments on the values of implementing RDA. Altitude matters for aerial fungicide application. Why your story matters Pack light when it comes to backpack safety matters. Plenty of subject matters brewing at Toast caf

It hardly matters. Simeone: "The Super Cup matters more to Bar a." "It matters more to Barcelona because they are expected to win", he stated. What matters most when it comes to adoption? When it comes to neighbourhoods, money matters. Robert Gant to The Young and the Restless to discuss important matters on Katherine! David, like his father, is a lawyer and will gather Kays friends and family together to discuss very important matters. Why meaning matters: CSF's, KPI's, Metrics, Outcomes and Benefits. The fact is, the truth matters especially when youre on the receiving end of a lie. Because image matters. Tubing on the river, safety matters. So maybe it's not "brand matters", but lab matters.

Why the JPMorgan Bank criminal case matters to you Do you think the meaning of moe matters in anime to enjoy it? Why toy design matters. We spoke with Matthew about the beauty in toys and why it matters. 13 Reasons why Bo is still the only White House dog that matters School safety still matters in college. Why giving matters and clues for improving it It's not how much you love someone that matters, it's how much you make them feel loved. Sculpture, where perspective matters. Your story matters. You know your story matters. You better believe it matters! How you get paid and how much you get paid keeps the lights on and your mind focused on what matters: your work.

When it comes to creativity, the business side matters. An artists appearance often matters more than their skills. What you say matters, so make it count--own what you write. Have your say on what matters to you. Nothing else matters. I am grateful for your companionship on this journey to let go of distraction and grasp what really matters.

I Want A Neutral Pandaren. I am stuck here on this island unable to use my zen pilgrimage or anything. This was a huge disappointment for me. I want to be neutral. I don't care if I can't do faction specific quests. I don't care if I cannot participate in raids with horde or alliance. I don't care if only other pandas can understand what I am saying. That is what having alts is for. I just want to be neutral, go exploring, experience the world without having to worry about the quarrels between the alliance and the horde. The Pandaren are naturally a neutral race, so why force me to choose a side? Let me be neutral blizzard.

************************** Is anyone afraid of getting rid? My Dk sold Quel'delar then a little while later, they introduced transmog. After that I cried. I've had enough regrets over my preCata characters who would look good in some quest rewards only to never see them again because the quests have been completed. It's virtual pain. Now you can buy more transmog space at the microtransaction store. My mage sold her LFR Time Lord's Regalia before transmog came out and since you can't get DS LFR gear at 90, it's gone forever. I disenchanted Quel'delar shortly after Cata hit. I regret nothing. I'm a hoarder at heart, so I kinda keep everything that looks pretty anyway. Why would you do this?

My warrior still has her freaking Fool's Bane from Kara with the mongoose enchant on it. Never, ever get rid of weapons. They're like trophies. There have been so many people in this same position, and I want to say I read somewhere that Blizzard is aware of this, and would like to find a way for us to restore old quest items that were destroyed long before transmog was even a twinkle in the dev teams' eyes. For all the Quel'dalar people, there is hope! Your Wrath wielders may not be able to repeat the quest line, but it does still drop for your other toons. I got two Hilts in one day very recently. ***

Eve is a troll pick

6-0 in the LCS lol

I didn't realize we went back in time to season2 6-0 in the LCS lol Good. Maybe Riot will finally nerf her again. EVE is OP. need to reduce the damage on her R and limit her invis. She has yi's ult on her w... Since when is Eve a troll pick? before her last nerf people were crying about her. Not sure if trolling or just stupid.... Since after her last nerf. Stop being a dumbass, please. "In LCS." You ain't LCS, bro. You ain't LCS. Just stupid. Youre bronze V. Youre retarded. 7/0/3 and counting... Bronze V doesn't mean I can't have an opinion. Also you really took the time to look me up....seriously. Eve is a solid pick. Having a shen on the same team makes her very dangerous because of the double shields

as well as shen then being there to taunt people when the shield is up. Lol @ all the idiots who think Eve is worthless.

Mariuqui Moreno

luz verde termina el show sin monedas

Green lightshow ends no coins.

se despide el d ala cebolla pide vino.

Day dismissedthe onions roar for wine.

The Paran pats the roots of the willows in his insistent brown advancebut I'm the islands.

El Paranacaricia las ra ces de los sauces en su avance imperturbable y marr n pero yo soy las islas.

Burnt bread Caramel and toothpaste Morning spices in my fingertips.

pan quemado, dulce de leche y pasta dental las especias de la ma ana en las yemas de mis dedos

Heat elevates from the corner of guachi torito among the firecrackers as a cumbia fades out.

Irradia calor Grandoli y Guti rrezguachi torito entre los petardos y la cumbia de un auto.

Uruguay
Pa s de eucalipto y mejill n tierra de monte, de verdeazul. Tu aroma salado, tu sol suicida, tu sonido a canto de gaviotas se asoman entre las pecas de mi piel. Mis pies descalzos tienen pegado el caminar lento en la arena gruesa en la arena fina firme, blanda. Mi boca tiene tu mar a fuerza de revolcones bravos, la mirada que guarda el infinito de la arena que se pierde con la bruma. Tengo una ballena y un camello brincando en mi est mago y se confunde en la distancia un camino recto y serpenteante por un campo de fardos con perfume a zorrillo. Me diste un poema en las hamacas bajo los pinos con las cotorras al canto de cigarra.

Me das un poema con cada solana de bienvenida con cada aurora y crep sculo de mar. Tengo la ciudadan a po tica de una tierra adoptiva; la llevo de equipaje donde voy indetectable en las migraciones.

Uruguay
Kingdom of eucalyptus and mussel nation of boscage, blue-green. Your salty aroma, your suicide sun, your song of seagulls sprout among my freckles. My bare feet are stuck in the slow walking along the coarse sand the fine, firm, soft sand. I hold a mouthful of sea by dint of tough romps; the look on infinity where sand is lost and unites at the distance with the mist. I have a whale and a camel hopping in my stomach, a straight and winding road a field with bales of hay with skunk scent. You gave me a poem in the hammocks under the pines with parrots buzzing of cicadae accompanying. You give me a poem every welcome Solana every dawn and dusk by the sea. I have a poetic citizenship an adoptive land; I take it in my luggage wherever I go undetectable by Migrations.

Chen-ou Liu

Seeing Is Believing
glued to the screen the eye of one man

A Poet's Life Equation

an attic full of nostalgia plus an atticful of loneliness equals a brainful of haiku

In My Dream
unbearable lightness of being pressed by these two breasts of my ex girlfriend

Sound and Sight

the night protests with one long crow's cry moonlight's big tongue drags along the attic floor

Spring Dream
pressed into a Visa card I wait for Winter Night to redraw money with its pin number

The Mark of Loneliness

Does God exist? The dice in the bowl of my winter night rest on 666.

Reincarnation
spring desire soured with aging moonlight summer growth an impulse too green, too short autumn longing blooming in sunset glow

winter harvest loneliness too white, too long seasons come, seasons go still I wait for... spring desire

A Man and a Woman You are my only

he vows to her, and then from the corner of his eye glances at a blonde sitting across from them

I regret marrying
she screams at him, and then from the back of her mind a voice is echoing, You are my only

John Martone

crowsswirling snows no cover

snow
unfolding his blue blanket

snowing hands are useless

crystalline chrystalline

snowall yr parts

such is any one

meditate on yr body swirling snow

what a fool swirling snow

Peter Yovu

There Was a Man

There was a man, a man leafed over, creased with his own face. The sea once ceased where he had seized it, his eyes as ice once squeezed the stars of salt. There is a man whose frozen falling tree and ears ring broken down to one seeds firstmost atom dipped in space. There is a man by wind, by water, by the face that waves away his face.

Dickinsonian

Fox is crouch and narrow, Mouse, moustache and wren Snake is loop and arrow Fired from his grin. Skunk is gas and pusscat, Otter, molten keel Shrew is inch and musket To make the cricket kneel.

Jim Kacian

Answers

The crystalline apophthegm Trades in revelation: Conan ends in Onan, 100 proof in proof. What sustains the common Is its constant truth. Hey, there is no problem And this is its solution. Don't apportion pabulum To one in my condition. In either case, it's fatal At least relieve my pain. Then, if all seems futile, Bespeak Kevorkian. Hey, there is no problem And here is its solution. Can a place be bedlam Without its own commotion? Where I find asylum I find me my most sane As in a private Salem Where all that burns, burns clean Away. There is no problem, And that is its solution. Is the infundibulum Nearing inanition? It is a dark matter

That we hypostatize For a static ether An emptier surmise. Hey, there is no problem And there is its solution.

Space

space is mostly space, like matter, a random, vastly empty splutter no telling for sure from the cosmic plat what might be there and what might not a rogue wave through the particle stew might sluice the sieve or stanch the flow a random pulse in a neural net might render false what most is fit but why cavil? in just this way god and devil came to be space is only space, but it is all, and thinly, that we get

Cosmic Origami

Once we were lost, but now we're found Out: Buffalo abuts with Boise. Bangladesh, just around the bend, Interchanges with New Jersey. Bringing mountains to Mohammed? A basic paper-folding trick (Though the impious or timid Might try at first a single peak). Heisenberg was here, or at least Somewhere around here. There's a rip In the fabric of east and west That a simple tuck will take up. Energy is only matter Seeing space on the lightspeed plan. Einstein's travel agent daughter Can plot the curve of its return. The future has already been, Though weired against our memories. ons ago a cluster's ions Knew to wave to what would be eyes. After a time we must just stop Consulting the key, and start doing Things anyway, folding up the map As if we knew where we were going.

Glamour

It is enough to be stone: To rise with mountains, and with them, fall, Or settle, sediment in ancient seas, Or fly, hot spume from the earth's womb flung forth; To be travelled: to have known The river's rub along the downcome wall, The grinding slog beneath the glacial freeze, The chiselled hew and haul to sarsened swarth; To be man's tool and earth's bone: Btyl, cromlech, dolmen in a gilgal, The Pillars of Diarmud and Herakles, Carmot and carbuncle, burdened with worth; It is enough to be stone. But from Massanutten to merest spall All are lustered to special destinies: Mine is to be lodestone, to know true north

Directions

What is not right left before the eye is left right out and right left by. What is not left right before the mind is right left out and left right behind

Sabine Miller

Notes from an autumn day and interview with Glenn Gould

No wind but from a low flying robin Persimmon carnival Chorus of leaves walked through A late tomato To be congruent, totally expressive, like the garden or Glenn Gould (Don't light your menorah with a flamethrower) The breath inside the blue day moon One beat ahem minimalism He would never argue in favor of an inflexible pulse Or a hymn written by ghost miners I whip out my relationship stopwatch before dialing TA dum dee yum on the other hand Deedadadada variations Slightly empty headed Bach numbers

The last of the crickets trill Actual quarter notes Maybe a beveled heaven A breath inside the dusk glass house Is the harpsichord a red herring? Odilia thanks me again for petting her dog She only eats mushrooms grown from prize spores Half-deaf people toss butter knives into the wells Quiet please I am orbiting a mesentery lesion Totally responsive Nightfall notes fall into lines So many dreams to mend and wear So many [Tonal concepts] Ain't necessarily So

Poetry and Economics

My love, my snakes belly, he said and said. And later: Love is a flood and the self a house of bricks with sod for mortar. Someday, he came to sorrow, that day I will make you happy. Time, he sighs, is money.

Mark Harris

all together one short night the bomb we make

nor stare at the sun a bomb on

a bomb afterimage fades summer grass

wild plum verso the mirror a boy bomb is