Thurston’s Class

The following poems were written in a class taught by Thurston Moore at Naropa University in summer of 2016.

 

The odds are good but the goods are odd

The concept of fighting a fight in the way we imagine- hand to hand- combat has evolved into

This.

What is scary about it is the idea that we are fighting every day

And we are not at all soldiers in the traditional sense.

If poetry is a language we all speak a common language

But within that are the languages embedded deep in each

Subculture of poetry and there is a balance in that.

You could call it academic vs nonacademic

But i think it’s much larger than that. It’s a balance of life

We need poets who study rhyme, metre, and ancient techniques

Mastered by poets

We also need poets who ignore rules and write words of pure essence.

 

 

I see your point

Identity makes a flower

Die gone

Freedom sprouts roots that sometime cry

Soft tears

Blow breeze tentacles cover my

Blue eyes

Mistakes are made because of si

Lent love.

Let loose fire spirit let

Roots go

Color red or not to rea

Ssemble

Sensitive creatures unleash your

Goat blood

To love to live to find not hav

Ing clothes.

 

Descansos

Pearl let go in Costa Rica

Snap gone

Shamans fear pain warrior diss

Olved death

Bonds thought to last long beyond space

Dissolved

Crumbling attachment sing soar spir

It’s song.

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Clark Coolidge

As a poet you

Have to learn

How to stop

Jack Rose

The whole world

Is my ex/wife husband

The colors you

Give me

Smell

Taste.

 

Lost my harmonica

From new orleans

I gave my

Harmonica away in Austin, TX

The fortune teller told me

As he clasped my hands

You’re a river

Something bad

Will happen it all depends

On how you

Look at it

The ultimate detachment

Teacher the one

That let’s you go

Masochistic in your mind

The second

Blood stops ink runs

Dry.

 

I ain’t got no title for this

The angst of

Never finding your medium

Shoulders slumped

Downcast eyes in a

Meditation only

For drones

Perhaps the backyard is a

Stage

For those too scared

To walk the alleyway

Alone

All lights no glory

No glitz delivered

In the morning dew

Of your

Undelivered glory

Performing is to art

Can you write sober

Are you a seeker

He held my hands

Long ago and felt it

You can ask questions

Question seeker.

 

The name of the band is:

To Chicago drunken words

Turn to a closeted promise

Friends uninspired turn to agents wielding power cells

Half life

Lived full life

Knotted

Will

Heart Soul

Soft willowed

Red Hair.

 

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Style

Tie

Worn

Vegas high school

Restraining order

Courage

Brazen

Kindness

Presumption.

 

Clark Coolidge Part deux

Ebbs and flows

Should i stop or start

They need not know

Never

What if i wrote to you in my own language

Something special

Do you know how

Beautiful you are

Or not

The clause often found

Deep in thought

Turquoise forest

Dream lakes fill

Of camphor.

 

Shy & Jade

There was Jade

Then there was shy

Shy was not there

Before Jade was

Proof is certain

Jade appeared in

Written form

Oracle

Sketches of

Ritual poems

More interesting

Than punk

 

Serena

So beautiful serena

I want to

Touch your soft skin

Gaze into the wink that

Once captured

A lost soul

When i see the sky star

Light

I taste your lips.

 

Thurston

The first day of class

A calloused hand shake

I’m wearing sun

Glasses not to look

Like a facade

But because

I forgot my glasses

At home.

 

KymSea

The war torn pickled

Pieces of

My heart

Ferment me

Ferment me good

I’m no angel

All i have is

Soul soul soul

Ferment me

 

Equilibrar

Create

Not

Want

Stoic

Fortress

Solitude

Unknown

Falling

Golden

Spots

Of

Trees

Shivering

Grinding

Feathered

Touch

The sky.

 

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Crystalline castle

Fable lord goddesses

A leak in the moat

Hope stampedes

Through

Channels

Nail polish

Light pink

From pseudofed

Gangrene

Eyelash no more

No less

Unless

Starving saxophone

Spit sounds

Pow pow

Channel

Clanking round

Deep within your

Soul

You forgot your

Worth had

You

Ever

Known.

 

Real World

Break

In mine won’t

Do scribble me

Solid

Take my bones

And make curves

It’s never full circle

With you only

¾

Complete is impossible

Desire beat me

There.

 

 

 

Words breeding hate

Objective

Quantify

Science

Proof

Outcomes

Statistics

Labels

Every diagnosis in the DSM

Answers

Subjective

Qualitative

 

  1. Kirsling should be beaten with a sledgehammer

Presumptuous impulsive beats

Too fast to slow down

Artistry unknown

Hidden in the closet

Her hair is not where it should be

Tangled and strewn

Just let it be

Screams her goblin mate

From his dusty bug throne

Crystal eyes too big

But still cannot see

Tantalize me she says

While walking away

Expert in pain

Suffering no more

Great butterfly woman of the midwest

Transformative cosmic location

Unknown

Meet me by the tree

So lost needing a guided

Hand too scared

To ask

To reach

To want

Energy molecules from

Stardust long forgotten

Luminous mystery

Please solve me

Until someone has the good

Sense

To smash

The life

Into pieces

Earth

Becoming

Earth.

String of consciousness

Lynched to sometimes think

Of phantom tail love

Too many details

To save yourself

Where are my boots to the road

To find a place where time stands still

Gratitude.

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