George McKim’s poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Dear Sir, Shampoo, Diagram, elimae, Ditch, Cricket Online Review, Blaze Vox, The Found Poetry Review Pulitzer Remix Project and others and his chapbook “Found & Lost” is forthcoming at Silver Birch Press.
So you want to be a shaman
Teach your wife to be a widow
How to disappear completely and never be found
How to be happy though married
Help! A bear is eating me
A cow is too much trouble in Los Angeles
Does God ever speak through cats?
Was Karl Marx a Satanist?
How green were the Nazis?
Sun-beams may be extracted from cucumbers,
but the process is tedious
“Even when exploring the world of the irrational, the Surrealist is interrogating nature, searching for the very rhythm of life. He believes no better method of discovering this rhythm exists than the exercise of imagination, freed from the restraints of reason and convention. And, in Surrealism, it should never be forgotten the imaginary is identified with the irrational.”—J.H. Matthews, An Introduction to Surrealism
And by god the cool billow blustering against my face- a manic grin roaring odd half-remembered lines from searing electric blues distorting my speakers.
Great rumbling huffs vibrate my sunburnt arms on the steering wheel locked between hands- careering across the old cracked road. A speed fiend chewing miles of black lines on great desolate lands getting my kicks and delightful freedom.
O angel filled brain of mad ramblings and awful delights on highways endless in this desert filled continent. What love I have of life and me and you and all- in frantic happy speed hollers with lonesome singing radio friends in midday sunlight.
through barbed wire taken away as a feather
guarded through dog human fangs
when their mouths were filling
cupels like bleeding kites murdered on ground
only the eyes were shining blacker colder
and a sneer was silently carving
from remaining sole … a piece of bone
breaks us through
our pushing remits the cast of the clinking doors and refreshed the limits of the annulled window hour,of what hour in this dreaded call of past crystals and flew into a pained wealth of credulous wreaths. but the element of fresh tears eats into the good noose of the possible beggars dinner, and this will enter the best page of the horses beginning.
enter the best page of the fresh beginnings, and enter the phase and phrase of the hosts rethunk wisdom trench and all element of trial and bedding curl into a faded pile of goodnesses and fullnesses. who is the creative fallen willing crest of palsy first calling first try of earthen blasted coward fill anything anal crushing allow will.
hooded and worthless to the gorgeous morning light of a heavy good doom of the grated lot of Pelegian countenance. hurdled with the window and the cost of free element and the course of the winding meadow and answer to the resplendent call to earth.
first ships hurt the best ale and create the more treacherous cry and plea to the fall of the goaded will and from that ancient place of the norse knowing we cannot hurdle anymore then the years of the post hafter good age and loosen the grate of the youth gone to the wild shore of thee, sexual privileged
come out of the turbine darling stomach-a-stitch break silver control got some bicarbonate soda for satellite wash outside is nowhere but warm color snake centipede scorpion lizard some- times the road is full of wedding processions came home early found you building a sundial to ensure we were all number crunching from the same code sheet erratic flash forward to some ground breaking afternoon at idiot end of the spectrum shuttle launch experience do they like to see objects clustered according to theme? can he swell up until he fills the space between how to construct + full service resort? my name is gross fatigue do not know anyone on this schedule if you blow a nice bubble then blow a small jet of air harder it better cause a small bubble to appear inside the big one
“Kelly: You remember the Surrealist Manifesto, which printed the list of people you should read and the people you shouldn’t read.
Yau: Ahh, the list of dos and don’ts. Yes, there is that side of Surrealism, which people point to. Franklin Rosemont had some of that. And there’s the academic notion that Surrealism ended in the 20s, 30s, 40s (take your pick), but then if you think of Henri Michaux after World War II and the examples of Philip Lamantia, Unica Zürn, Will Alexander, and Andrew Joron, or a young poet I just started reading, Michael Leong, it is clear that Surrealism did not lose its energy; in very different ways, they transformed it into something else and kept it—the dream of freedom—going.”—Awesome interview of Robert Kelly, with John Yau, David Levi Strauss and Phong Bui