s./j. goldner

Rookie (March 2nd,1984 / USA)

poet s./j. goldner

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how you compose what you organize is where the art comes in.


What lasts is the
interpretation of beauty

and not beauty itself

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I am

Unhinged and uncanny
poetic and prolific

blindsighted by inhibition
&
curtailed by ambition.

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Trailing her dissolving glory over each hard-won barricade -
Only to fade anew..

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I never saw a wild thing,
Sorry for itself.
A small bird will dropp dead from a bough,
Without ever having felt sorry for itself.
- D.H. Lawrence


I know something now
About subject, object, verb
And about one word that fails
For lack of substance.
- Fanny Howe


Turn away; check your manicure;
Pull on your gloves. Take time; make sure
The hat brim curves though the hat's straight.
Give her your arm. Let the fools wait;
They act like they've someplace to go.
Take the stairs, now. Self-control. Slow.
A slight limp; just enough to see,
Pass on, and infect history.

The rest is silence. Left like sperm
In a stranger's gut, waiting its term,
Each thought, each step lies; the roots spread.
They'll believe in us when we're dead.
When we took 'Red Berlin' we found
We always worked best underground.
So; the vile body turns to spirit
That speaks soundlessly. They'll hear it.
- Snodgrass


And the dream - and once, I remember,
it seemed I was the dream -
the dream tilts up to pour me out.
- William Matthews


I am impossible, I know it,
a fan with a clattering blade loose,
a car with no second gear.
-Marge Piercy

...

it's not really quantity
or quality;
it's more about versatility

...

Ultimate conundrum 1

Constant fear
of being
recognized -
but
scared of
being alone.


Ultimate conundrum 2

The body
wants to fuck;
the mind doesn't.


Ultimate conundrum 3

I'm exhausted from being
myself -
and fed up
with being someone I'm not.

...


She left a note on the bedroom door.
''If I'm out, bring me to.'' - james d. morrison


There is another world,
but it is in this one. - Paul Eluard


As the knife-grinder pedals and pedals,
You whisper: I know nothing
Of what became of her. - Cyrus Cassells


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What pattern governs this surface, inscrutable as the ocean?

s./j. goldner Poems

  • 21 And Rising
    my words fill in blank memories, while images of you stay fresh like ocean air— weaved in my soul like the braids of my hair.
  • April Music
    I'd like to spend April, sitting on a hill, With a mushroom for a parasol and violets
  • A Rose In Birth
    I'm a disgrace to the life I lived as a girl— she would be ashamed to have me in the world.
  • Bird Girl
    Some say I may just be Stretching my wings. “Oh don’t worry, she’s just Stretching her wings.
  • Assed Out
    When you put your ass into a poem People know it.
  • 3: 17 Am: I Have Just Realized
    These poems have come Without a bottle A shot A pint
  • Autumn Gust
    The artist is the artist is the lover is the destroyer is the creator.
  • Celibate Mouthwash
    God forbid! a girl admits she’s lonely. But for a guy? —Oh, that’s so sexy. God forbid! a woman’s never been with the same man For more than 3 months
  • Purple Dusk Of Twilight Time
    The spent-fortune of the few who loved, a catechism of archaic thigh & position: Drinking from their breasts the rich glow of origin in forbearance—once abundant along the shores
  • Born-Poet
    you go to a nice grade school an even nicer high school you go off to a decent university
  • Absurditty
    Great passion confined To a small area.
  • 80's Child
    When that music hits all eyes swarm Who is this girl kickin’ it To the beat right on time Leg warmered shins flyin’
  • A No-Show Drive-In
    they come to my house, passionate lovers; have not quite turned the cusp to manhood —with great heads of hair
  • 40 Oz To Conformity
    “Rat tat tat, ” storm winds at your door, Harmonies of nature Parade across the floor Valiant in this
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Postscript

You cannot make people see evil
even if you blaze it from a 10,000
volt football stage.

It’s not as defined as in the books
we read growing up. It’s hidden,
out of view—operates behind closed doors

After gaining the approval in the public
Eye. And the truthful ones are silenced.

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