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.
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.
SUPERCOMPUTER
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.
0621
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
- 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.