Uut Poetry

Apr 19

crunch lung data/ in bratwurst selfie

Apr 18

Uut Zine
Long overdue update to the zine.

Uut Zine

Long overdue update to the zine.

subtle bays/ at left

Apr 17

“To be in a room in a room
in a room full of rooms: a place is
named world.” — Infinite Splinters, "Words at Night"

blazing gadgets impress

Word Rummager

compressed sand wired for tensile strength
stretches time
to elasticine proportions.
cerulean eerily superimposes
Civil War ghosts
onto Cracker Jack stickers amid the jolly nuts.
 
when hard water spots etch rain onto skin
we’re branded
banded
like egrets tagged by ecologists for study
 
combustible hands jerk the keys
beyond compare
recalling ancient dances of elements.
with singed eyebrows
and soaked pelts over feet
tinkers toss the bone until it’s dusty art.

Apr 16

Ph.D.

I’m Dr. Lampe now.

This site has been in many ways an important part of my journey. And that means I have many of you to thank. You all are awesome.

compost noose bed/ telling walls

how you recapitulate/ the slow

pent & review/ corsages

“Let us go inside your skin
Let us go now among the drunken bells of rain” — Ludwig Zeller

mind horses/ mending the cone

Apr 15

infinitesplinters:

Zoo Club FeesShine the loop to dewey flats,sureness is a Moorish tavern cuspof undone time. Fry to December,scalding lewd crime. Lie and helpthe hunt to see a suture for fool’s dustaboard a palatial request to air the air.Eyes tilling long to grieve what heightsour body clings to. I really haunt the shown,a leaping dune, keep it right to my needflood, seed her mind’s Xanadu: a bonafideconjugal what the water’s claw snaps to form.If twas were the brine on the road, scapegoat knees, lolling along the breeze, I would find a disco of nectar spliced into a spoken dream. If I snubbed your bee brainseizing the world, it’s an uncontrollable scene to relieve and relive all the colors that were not torrid ever-lives. They saying day onthe bough-to-bough, patchy tongue, crying dawn visceral fits to loungeand crown a caffeine key our grape,zoo club fees.Art by Hugo BarrosSeed Text: Comfy in Nautica, Panda Bear; Taste, Animal Collective; Swing Tree, DiscoveryProject: Automatic Listening

infinitesplinters:

Zoo Club Fees

Shine the loop to dewey flats,
sureness is a Moorish tavern cusp
of undone time. Fry to December,
scalding lewd crime. Lie and help
the hunt to see a suture for fool’s dust
aboard a palatial request to air the air.

Eyes tilling long to grieve what heights
our body clings to. I really haunt the shown,
a leaping dune, keep it right to my need
flood, seed her mind’s Xanadu: a bonafide
conjugal what the water’s claw snaps to form.

If twas were the brine on the road, 
scapegoat knees, lolling along the breeze, 
I would find a disco of nectar spliced into 
a spoken dream. If I snubbed your bee brain
seizing the world, it’s an uncontrollable scene 
to relieve and relive all the colors that were 
not torrid ever-lives. They saying day on
the bough-to-bough, patchy tongue, 
crying dawn visceral fits to lounge
and crown a caffeine key our grape,
zoo club fees.

Art by Hugo Barros
Seed Text: Comfy in Nautica, Panda Bear; Taste, Animal Collective; Swing Tree, Discovery

Project: Automatic Listening

Sacred Chant

Less than one percent of Macintoshes
are fake.

Gaia sleeps in the oval hoops 
of monotype.

Waste-bins that live at the north pole.

art by Neil Krug

Sacred Chant

Less than one percent of Macintoshes
are fake.

Gaia sleeps in the oval hoops
of monotype.

Waste-bins that live at the north pole.

art by Neil Krug

Some Float Off on Chocolate Bars and Some on Drink

What you might say at that moment is
“John was pinched at certain times.”

What the five policemen might say is
“You with sea water running
in your veins sit down in water.”

Nestled up against the rain, road signs
and pawn shops become
boats in my country,
a posse of poets,
an Easter cake.

Nestled up against breakfast with kinfolk
borrowed money becomes
licorice in the middle of Edinburgh,
a spell about Richmond.

The chain of blue monkeys is vivid and strong
until it arrives at black sands.
After all, one can’t be happy all the time.
Lists of things go on forever.
One must sit down in them and sing

in a bathtub, with flowers
and the prickly pear.

seed text: Collected Works, by Lorine Niedecker
art by Collage al Infinito

Some Float Off on Chocolate Bars and Some on Drink

What you might say at that moment is
“John was pinched at certain times.”

What the five policemen might say is
“You with sea water running
in your veins sit down in water.”

Nestled up against the rain, road signs
and pawn shops become
boats in my country,
a posse of poets,
an Easter cake.

Nestled up against breakfast with kinfolk
borrowed money becomes
licorice in the middle of Edinburgh,
a spell about Richmond.

The chain of blue monkeys is vivid and strong
until it arrives at black sands.
After all, one can’t be happy all the time.
Lists of things go on forever.
One must sit down in them and sing

in a bathtub, with flowers
and the prickly pear.

seed text: Collected Works, by Lorine Niedecker
art by Collage al Infinito

“Van Gogh could see
twenty-seven varieties
of black
in cap-
italism.” — Lorine Niedecker