a gathering of experiments.
instructed by Professor Charles Bernstein and with the help of English 111.

and what i have learned?

an artist is nothing but a risk-taker with intent. everything is poetic, it's just about how you look at it.

Class Twitter Poems

Sarah Davis:

 

“You”

 

I am listening to the night.

I am still trying to find you.

I hear the music.

I hear you.

I am listening to you.

You always sound the same.

You always smell the same.

You lick the back of my neck.

You can have me.

I can’t control how much I want you.

Your limbs drape over mine at night.

And I don’t even need a blanket to stay warm.

When looking at you from below, it’s hard to believe you are real.

You can have me.

Inefficiency of language…

Too much…

You hit me with…bricks…with…anger…with…wild, play.

Extinguished light.

 

What’s the price of a good night?

Virgin devastation?

I have a theory:

Scattered snow on the side of the road.

 

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Olivia Haber-Greenwood:

 

Upside down and turned around tweets

I call it spiritual relationship. not religion.

There is no such thing as upside down.

You picked up the telephone and it was religion calling your spirit.

Unimaginable devastation across the world and here the rain.

There is no such thing as upside down.

The rain here makes us imagine what it is to be devastated.

laughter is our friendships barometer.  I don’t even need a blanket to stay warm.

There is no such thing as upside down.

Our friends laugh at warmth. Blankets hang over our needless barometers. 

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Alexandra Gold:

I.

Spring break is a chauvinist play pen

"I blinked and there were too many people"

The overhead bin is cumbersomething

 

#travellingproblemsandpuns

 

                                    II.

snowing, snowing, yawn.

Is there anybody out there? Nod if you can hear me?

 

@itslily111 nod

 

                                    III.

Pieces of a wild night scattered on the side of the road.

In the morning: sins beneath virgin feet.

and how much I want to bounce around on them and float

And the crowd went wild

southern hospitality and getting hit with glittery bricks

im still trying to find the rainbow in the gutter here

ago1d11

#happybreak!

 

IV.

nikkiwrites111:

The inefficiency of human thinking is simply mind boggling

My book keeps telling me “that which you manifest is before you.” I’m trying to figure out the truth

When looking at them from below, it’s hard to believe clouds are real

I have a theory on getting angry about things you can’t control (i.e. traffic)… Don’t.

what’s the price of a good night’s sleep?

 

                                   

V.

too often i mistake tv screens for mirrors

The sensational simile hit her like a metaphor

and don’t even get me started on the infinite failure of language Market Basket: more for your metaphor

 

VI.

Unimaginable devastation across the world and here the rain is causing unrest

I think for the first time in my life I understand the feeling of irreplaceable

"There’s no such thing as upside down"

 

 

                                    VII.

For AL111CE:

laughter is our friendships barometer

my little sister drapes her limbs over mine every night.

I don’t even need a blanket to stay warm

Her hair was smooth and light, it licked the back of her neck as

she swayed to the music

I call it spiritual relationship. not religion.

 

 

 

VIII.        (Traveling)

Idle one-armed bandits and a train ride back to Philadelphia

Every airport smells the same- faux cleanliness too much air conditioning and recently extinguished cigarettes

on a plane to jupiter, be back sometime soon

SimoStolzoff111: “if i could have a super power it would be to not have sand stick to my feet after the beach”

 

i wish vacations weren’t only survived by sunburns

 

 

                                    IX.

Here comes the sun and I say it’s all right

And on the bright side, the sun is shining.

there goes the sun and i say its all right

because I’ve always had a thing for polarity

 

 

                                    X.

Back into the grind of academia

 

#hanneng111. andrea_eng111.

#ChrlesBernstein

 

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Lily Avnet:

 

 Travels

I wish vacations weren’t only survived by sunburns

Because on the bright side, the sun is shining.

Because I’ve always had a thing for polarity

I wish I lived in the Arctic,

On a plane to jupiter, be back sometime soon

There goes the sun and i say its all right

Snowing, snowing, yawn.

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                                    (Un)Language

this.is.a.line.of.poetry.this.is.a.line.of.poetry.this.is.a.line.of.poetry

The inefficiency of human thinking is simply mind boggling

Late is late, sure, but whatever is almost always something else.

And the crowd went wild

The sensational simile hit her like a metaphor

Back into the grind of academia

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                                             Ego Thoughts

I am listening to overtures. Overture Prelude Welcome, we’re about to start.

If I could have a super power it would be to not have sand stick to my feet after the beach

"I blinked and there were too many people"

I think for the first time in my life I understand the feeling of irreplaceable

I wish I lived in the Arctic,

My book keeps telling me “that which you manifest is before you.” I’m trying to figure out the truth

im still trying to find the rainbow in the gutter hereIs there anybody out there? Nod if you can hear me?

I have a theory on getting angry about things you can’t control (i.e. traffic)… Don’t.

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                                    Weather

There goes the sun and I say its all right

I wish vacations weren’t only survived by sunburns

Here comes the sun and I say it’s all right

Because I’ve always had a thing for polarity

I wish I lived in the Arctic,

I’m still trying to find the rainbow in the gutter here

When looking at them from below, it’s hard to believe clouds are real

snowing, snowing, yawn.

And on the bright side, the sun is shining.

 

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Alice Liu:

Collaborative “Twitter” Poem

(Spring Break)

 

The piano man getting hit with glittery bricks nods.

He mistakes pieces of a wild night scattered on the side of the road

for unimaginable devastation across the world.

He’s still trying to find the rainbow in the gutter.

The rain is causing unrest.

He often mistakes TV screens for mirrors.

It’s hard to believe human thinking is real. 

If I could

I’d hit him like a metaphor.

Lick the back of his neck with my hair

Drape my limbs over his every night 

I’m trying to figure out the truth.

My book tells me you don’t need a blanket to stay warm

But when I look up beneath virgin feet

I blink on the bright side.

I smell extinguished cigarettes in air conditioned cleanliness

I get angry about things I can’t control.

The same cumbersomethings. 

It’s hard to believe the sun is shining.

 

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Hannah Dow:

 

I wish I lived in the Arctic

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snowing,

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Here comes the sun                                                 and I say it’s all right.

There goes the sun                                                 and I say it’s alright.

Unimaginable devastation across the world and here the rain is causing unrest.

 

I’m still trying to find the rainbow in the gutter here

I call it spiritual relationship. Not religion.

And on the bright side, the sun is shining.

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Henry Steinberg:

 

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Andrea Amanullah:

 

there’s no such thing as upside down

as she sways to the music,

hair licking the back of her neck.

there goes the sun and i say its all right:

for the first time in my life i understand the feeling of irreplaceable.

hit with glittery bricks, we strive for new and unusual experiences,

only survived by sunburns.

things you can’t control always have a thing for polarity:

i blinked and there were too many people

and the crowd went wild.

she drapes her limbs over mine, a spiritual relationship in laughter,

sins beneath virgin feet.

it’s hard to believe in a good night’s sleep, vacation.

im still trying to find the rainbow in the gutter here,

but on the bright side, the sun is shining.

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Simone Stolzoff:

 

Twitter Poem

There goes the sun

causing unrest.

Because i’ve always had a smile

On a plane to jupiter—

the overhead bin

upside down.

I blinked on the bright side

to remember the feeling

survived by sunburn.

 

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Nicole Mendell:

 

“That Which You Manifest is Before You” (Vacation Tales):

 

Into the Tundra

 

I wish I lived in the artic,

On a plane to Jupiter, be back sometime soon,

There goes the sun and I say its alright,

Snowing,

            Snowing,

                        Yawn.

My little sister drapes her limbs over mine every night,

I don’t even need a blanket to stay warm.

Snowing,

            Snowing,

                        Yawn.

I’m still trying to find the rainbow in the gutter here.

Is anybody out there? Nod if you can hear me?

Because I’ve always had a thing for polarity.

 

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Journey to the Sun

 

And on the bright side, the sun in shining,

I want to bounce around and float.

There’s no such thing as upside down,

With the pieces of a wild night scattered on the side of the road,

I’m still trying to find the rainbow in the gutter here.

 

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Conversations with strangers while waiting in line

 

A: “What’s the price of a good night’s sleep?”

B: “I have a theory on getting angry about things you can’t control. Don’t.”

A: “Every airport smells the same – faux cleanliness, too much air conditioning and recently extinguished cigarettes”

B: “Yea, I blinked and there were too many people”

A: “The inefficiency of human thinking is simply mind boggling”

B: “I know, late is late, sure, but whatever is almost always something else.”

A: “That’s it! I’m at my twits end.”

A: “There was a piano man and the crowd went wild!”

B: “Oh? Lately I’m listening to overtures”

A: “I wish vacations weren’t only survived by sunburns”

B: “Yea, if I could have a super power it would be to not have sand stick to my feet after the beach”

A: “Well there goes the sun”

B: “Back to into the grind of academia.”

A: “The sensational simile hit her like a metaphor”

B: “Like getting hit with glittery bricks?”

A: “Sure. The pieces of her wild night were scatted on the side of the road in the morning. Like sins beneath virgin feet.”

 

Posted on April 24th, 2011
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