September 2011
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“Democracy is the process by which people choose the man who’ll get the blame.”
– Bertrand Russell (via zenhumanism)
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August 2011
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Crazy Love
Two lovers
wrapped in plastic
fight their way free
just in time
she saves his life
mouth to mouth
watching aghast I am
unable to turn away.
The audience applauds.
They will do it again, you know,
in a closet in Bangkok
or a basement in Berlin
perhaps a club in L.A.
They will wrap themselves in plastic
and turn out their lights.
Love is crazy.
Sometimes it suffocates.
—Tito Titus
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Elegy
No shepherds. No nymphs. Maybe just one: the girl the fawn strips like a fisherman’s rose. Death turns its mouth red. It can no longer lie in the lilies. Not on my watch. The lake is filthy with silver fish sticky with leeches. Lovesick, I flick a feather into the water. No stones. Only the one in my pocket, heavy as a tongue.
—By Beth Bachmann
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What are families for?
—- Loudon Wainwright III
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Who Are You Now?
fill-your-lungs:
As Plato’s Theory of Forms suggests, our minds are filled with the ideas of objects in the universe. These ideas are loosely based off of what reality holds, and sometimes it is even argued whether these ideas are reality, or whether they are, as stated, simply ideas. To me, they are reality perfected. They are what we wish to see, hold, or experience. Perfection. Now you;...
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I’m sitting here like
OH MAN IF I WAS GOOD AT ART I WOULD DRAW SO MANY VESTS
and like all around me there are these beautiful people contributing to the greater good//fandoms
The only parallel I can think of is like
being a cow and thinking
OH MAN IF I WAS THE DOMINANT SPECIES ON THE EARTH I WOULD EAT SO MUCH GRASS
and like all around me there are these beautiful cows...
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Dusting
By Marilyn Nelson
Thank you for these tiny particles of ocean salt, pearl-necklace viruses, winged protozoans: for the infinite, intricate shapes of submicroscopic living things. For algae spores and fungus spores, bonded by vital mutual genetic cooperation, spreading their inseparable lives from equator to pole. My hand, my arm, make sweeping circles. Dust climbs the ladder of light. For this...
“The Prophet said that women, totally dominate men of intellect and possessors of...”
– Rumi (via amynda)
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Directions
But it is hard to speak of these things how the voices of light enter the body and begin to recite their stories how the earth holds us painfully against its breast made of humus and brambles how we who will soon be gone regard the entities that continue to return greener than ever, spring water flowing through a meadow and the shadows of clouds passing over the hills and the ground where we...
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The Forgotten Actress as Isadora Duncan in Russia
The Russians loved you. And for that you loved them back. It was maternal in a way, on both sides. A country needing love, a woman with a hole as big as a country in her chest. They asked you to dance and how you obliged them! Each rib bowed in graciousness, each fingertip stretched toward the ceiling of paper stars cut by children to light your way across the stage. When you finished,...
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Free speech
I do not agree
with what
you say
but I will
defend
to the death
your right
to say it
.
did I say death?
.
I actually meant
I would sign
an e-petition
and post the link
on facebook
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The Crickets of Mission Creek
Those crickets on Mission Creek
they’re horny again
rubbin’ their legs together
hot and heavy.
You can hear ‘em far away
chirpin’ chirpin’
rub-a-dub, can you hear me?
Want some DNA?
I got stuff for your eggs
Good stuff, too.
Can you hear me?
I can rub these legs
together all night
until you come
and get it Baby.
—— Tito Titus
[Foto by Tito Titus, Mission Creek, bordering the Poet...
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The Rain in the Trees
I want to tell what the forests were like
I will have to speak in a forgotten language
—W.S. Merwin, from The Rain in the Trees, 1988
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thebookexperience:
“Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry ‘Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!’”
—
Thomas Parke D’invilliers
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After Sex
“He takes a pear and bites off the dark bruise so the white meat sparkles in the summer sun and politely he turns it for her so it can be bitten in a new place and they are both crushing and sucking and nodding as if they agree on something.”
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Xochiquetzal Candelaria: After Sex
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Breakthrough
Bob had a list of things to do. A huge list. Several pages, both sides, small print. It overwhelmed him. Depressed him. He was stuck.
Then one day he had an idea.
“I’ll just do one thing on the list,” he said to himself. “As an ice breaker. It will free me up. Get me started.”
And so he trimmed his fingernails.
“That was great!” he thought. ...
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Pin up
kerrycoxpoetry:
These centuries they come and go Mona Lisa becomes Marilyn Monroe Mother Mary, Anne Boleyn History’s pin up girls pinned up again Cleopatra lip syncs I Got You Babe Helen of Troy insures her legs Eve and Guinevere pose and spin Marie Antoinette drinks Seagram’s gin Ogling billboard stars after dark Amelia Earhart, Joan of Arc Josephine Baker, Lois Lane on reality tv Sacajawea...
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When You Haven’t Made Love in a Long Time
Whatever first summons back her mouth to yours - gin or lies or the massive electric wreck of a dying man’s heart Whatever rouse your chest’s cadence to its own hectic footstomp charge Whatever villain or halo or headlock you mimic or thoracic harbor your passions thrill in Whatever ash and lye Whatever fragrant muck let your tongue be neither simple nor mad-dash without knowing first the...
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Jesse Winchester
Statement from Jesse Winchester:
I’m sorry to announce that I’m cancelling my shows for the rest of this year. I have been diagnosed with cancer of the esophagus, and will have to undergo treatment for the next couple of months. I’m very sorry if any plans have been disrupted; I do hope to see you again soon, and we’ll pick up where we left off.
Update: The other day...
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LITERARY ART ANTHOLOGY: 2011 Seattle Erotic Arts...
Erotic poetry and short stories, including “Lions of Summer” and “Ripe” by Tito Titus. Only $15.95 at http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/2011-seattle-erotic-art-festival-literary-art-anthology/15919833
The Poet on Fire says it was an honor to be selected twice by literary peers in a “blind” review that included several hundred submittals from various...
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Kerry Cox Poetry: Solve………………………..the... →
kerrycoxpoetry:
Solve………………………..the equation by……………………………..listening easily……………………….selflessly corrupting………………..All is unwound Nightly,…………………….receding like dark matter………………………confusion will you talk………………enough to supercede me……………………………morphing into eloquent and…….battered, battened hatches …
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Time
Time ate my life
the way water erodes dirt
the way too many mornings
become too many mornings
the way memories taunt the dying.
Give me this, then:
Forgiveness …
and a warm blanket.
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“Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It’s a...”
– Pema Chödrön
The Old Man’s Young Friend
She came by today
feeling fragile, perhaps only tired
and he welcomed her
though feeling fragile too.
They walked the block
with the black hairy dog
made creamy sweet coffee
and hugged goodbye.
She made sure
that his door was locked
that he remembered his keys
then left him alone again.
—- Tito Titus
[Photo: Utah Phillips and Ani Difranco; Phillips died in 2008. The photo is one...
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STONES
I want to know more about the stones that don’t roll. I want to hear their stories, poems and songs. I want to be touched by their moss.
—- Tito Titus
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When George killed himself, I was angry. I said aloud, “Dammit George! You made a mistake!” When Kimo killed himself, I just bawled.
— Tito Titus
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“I’m being ironic. Don’t interrupt a man in the midst of being ironic, it’s not...”
– Ray Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles
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Missing Kimo
My friend Kimo
took me for a ride today
took me in an electric/gasoline
hybrid automobile made by
John Deere. Really? John Deere!
“The Titofish are biting today,”
Kimo said.
— Tito Titus
My friend Kimo died last week. Suicide. It was a shocker to all of us who knew him because he brought so much humor and laughter into our lives. Years ago I wrote this poem after he had been pulling...
Flies
My grandson Col wrote this poem, his first. He will be four in September.
There’s some flies that are hairy
There’s some that are not
There’s some flies that like pizza
Some like salad a lot .
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over here.
laladane:
hide it.. I’m fine with it. I do it all the time.. With everything. I’m surprised anyone even sees me at all anymore - but they can.
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Sometimes Hungry
Sometimes angry animals
claw away inside our souls
inside our empty bellies
hungry, wanting more
and more and more and more.
—— Tito Titus
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have we met?
I have become a stranger to the voices in my head…
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“Life is a conversation in which some people don’t speak, some don’t...”
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It's Bob Again
Bob called today. He told me that he is having an affair with a mafia hit man’s wife. He said, “This is the most exciting thing I’ve ever done.”
— Tito Titus
