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Friday, March 25, 2011

Dearly Twitterpated




Adjective

twitterpated (comparative more twitterpated, superlative most twitterpated)
  1. Smitten or love-struck. (http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/twitterpated)
  2. Not to be confused with the narcissistic disorder involving the overuse of a certain social online forum


It is indeed the time of year for things to spring, including those things that don't need the sunshine to do so. In honor of us poor daft fools searching for our own heads in the weeds, and to the myriad distractions and projects we become involved in to keep us from defenestrating, I dedicate this playlist. Let it, and this poem by my sometime friend D.A. Powell fill your orifices.


"Sprig of Lilac"


in a week you could watch me crumble to smut: spent hues
spent perfumes. dust upon the lapel where a moment I rested

yes, the moths have visited and deposited their velvet egg mass
the gnats were here: they smelled the wilt and blight. they salivated

in the folds of my garments: you could practically taste the rot

look at the pluck you've made of my heart: it broke open in your hands
oddments of ravished leaves: blossom blast and dieback: petals drooping

we kissed briefly in the deathless spring. the koi pond hummed with flies

unbutton me now from your grasp. no, hold tighter, let me disappear
into your nostrils, into your skin, a powdering smudge against your rough cheek

(from Chronic; Graywolf Press, St. Paul, MN; 2009)

Tristen

Nico


Geotic

Yeasayer

It could happen to YOU.








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