s./j. goldner

Rookie (March 2nd,1984 / USA)

poet s./j. goldner

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s./j. goldner poet

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
  • Bird Girl
    Some say I may just be Stretching my wings. “Oh don’t worry, she’s just Stretching her wings.
  • 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.
  • 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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