Official Material (Crack and Vinegar)

07 Nov

Official Material (Crack and Vinegar)

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We are spilled wine and bounced checks
We are rekindled cigarette clips and second hand books
We are mangled smiles and cardboard homes
We are warm winters and savage summers
We are expired food sold at a discount
We are the rusted water from the tap
We are the humiliation of empty pockets
We are the loosey spot down the block
We are the fear of insurrection
We are the suffering undefeated and unimprovable

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Poetry

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Rick Perry is a Daft Cunt Who Proves that Believing Jesus Saves the Hillbilly Turns One into a Republican

For Further Courtship

Surrealist Addendums Grow in Post-Script Like Geraniums

Sight and Silence

watch her, beside her

Purple Prize

Photograph

Fuck Augusten Burroughs

Laughless, But Imminent

Too Much Wine

My Little Lo’ 

About a girl I used to know who grew bored while I grew tired and stiff

Leaving Like a Return

Sour in the Web

Jack Gravely Makes Yet Another Remark About Dylan Thomas in a Long Sentence Written in a Relative Daze While Smoking the Last of his Cigarettes

The Brief Divinity of a Quim

Morning Traipsing

Curiosity

Lull

If the depression didn’t exist…

Destinations Considered

Satire

Referential Love Poem

Eaten

More Time Spent

Don’t, Never Try

The Marvelous Subtlety of Woman

A Response to Silence

Synonyms

Circling

Love

I want the night sky

Editorial Day

Wedding

Mortality

My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death

Patience/Limbo

Procrastination Blues: Writer’s Block

Similarities

One for Dick Caramel

One for Maury Noble

One for Anthony Patch

If I had a daughter

Two (Dogma)

Sunday Plans

A Confession

Watch out for the strange little man that resembles Leoncavallo

Free Advice

A Prayer, Barely

Aging

life in a minor key

Heroine

For the girl who liked scarlet begonias and the way I cooked my omelets

Adjacent

Hyacinthine Spring

Joke

I wish you were the one

Ghost Story

Fuck It

Youth

Samantha One, Two, Three

Innocence

Twelve for the Silent Queen

Belfry Sounds

She says “I loved how much he loved me”

Sunflowers

Visions of New York

Hotel for the Soul

Methaqualone Nights

Lovely to Remember Sometimes

No Razzmatazz in this Potion (Just some Repeated Bourbon)

Leaving

Of Her

if you find sweet

We’re Fine, Really

Clustering Regret

The Antonym for Apotheosis in Verse

Cowardice (Sprezzatura)

Another Honest Imitation of Paradise

Residual Revelations

Untitled XIV

Untitled (Bastardize Your God)

The Wake

No One Needs a Dedication

Playing the Dutch Waiter in Last Position

For a Languid Muse

Nietzsche Sees a Horse

Damp Short

Before the Perfume Fades

Sex & Bacon

A Poetaster’s Critique

vera incessu patuit dea

Untitled (Sensualism)

never enough time (outside)

Mr. Quaalude

Orphan OR “Row, Row, Row Your Boat” is the most nihilistic tune ever written for children…

I Remember You Well

Hey, am I just mesmerized by the lights of oncoming traffic, or is that you on the corner of 8th and 2nd, waiting for the bus outside that overpriced Japanese-tea joint, reading Pere Goriot in the original French?!

cogent and untitled

Obligations & Sunspots

an offering, obtusely

venesection

and if I stopped writing about you 

Ice Cream (Gilded Diadem)

Almost as Fucked Up as Willem Dafoe’s Face After the Cripple Fight in Born on the Fourth of July or a Postcard from Jail

Twenty Lines of Snow

detroit rhyme in the city that you see, where are those arms around me

Love like Electroconvulsive Therapy

Easy

For L.

you are air turned to gold

Tragedy (Ain’t No Shame)

Vovka 

Cheated Early to Win

Saturday on the Bowery in 1982

No Fear for the Self-Assured

southern syrup, southern dust

Jimmy, Who Found Dinner

Defenestration and the Little Fool

Pedagogics

repeat

Diminishment (Music on Fulton Street)

Writers Make Choices

Smoking a Joint at a Funeral

lovesong

Watching a Musical

Untitled (Silence)

Dante’s Bronx

Rust in Light and Who We Are

Apple

Untitled (From the Right Pillow)

I/You

Ellipse

liricheskaya (if I ever write a song in prison)

Sempiternity

from a fan shining for the fat lady

I want to date a photographer

Q52: a short lyric

Aemilia Bassano (delirium tremens)

For my Swansea friend, sixty years after his death, and for a love that no longer smiles at me

settled

For Semi

septicemia

fish paella

darling heart

thaddeus amoeba

Peter Pan

Argle Bargle (Fuck Scalia)

lovesong # 2

train music (two lines only)

Grateful

mista misty masochist

Brooklyn night

One more year

august

Emerita rathbunae

Jamaica 11423

we caught the next race. she bet hers, I bet mine. we both lost.

short relationships as cheap consumerism

electric chair

a rhyme in the third line

imagine

the: a self-critique

The Rant of a Curmudgeon on the Roof

a volleyed example of class warfare for the honest and the rationally-paranoid

bubblegum

addendum abstractions in bookings (part I)

she said

For Edie!

four

yogurt and gray hair

PROTEST (Janus Ponders)

Aokigahara

pop tune on the radio, tea with the pinky up

toothpaste (eat your religious figures)

Anton Alfred Newcombe

ouroboros

Faces

connexion: dea

The Writer Grows Frustrated and Decides to Have a Cigarette on the Balcony Despite the Cold February Night

bread and circus

location, location

the man without qualities (robert musil lifting weights)

pink-slip

angry pony

the last kiss

honey

cigarette burn 01

cigarette burn 02

cigarette burn 03

failed metamorphosis (from paper-weight to paper-weight)

hangover

repetition

passing

untenable out of a book jacket

inspiration

A Train (“una furtiva lagrima” by Enrico Caruso, 1911)

why no vernal revelry?

I can’t hurt you/ fire

the master as moloch (postcards from gethenna)

last

song of stoned abstraction and fleeting truth no. 9 OR (melancholy and bubba kush)

tired

confessions of the damned (no answers)

serein

eo

Tuning.

ch

rice

somniloquy

muzzled refection

live at enzos

all minor chords (Dm)

melt into it, baby (paper airplane)

proof

crescent 11

hemingway, bitch

nostomania

mel

lovesong # 3

blink

unplugged 1/9/2015

Judging the Wet Dream Film Festival, Copenhagen, ‘70

poor

gradual departures

the joe torre years

hunger

driving music and the chase for better

periodicals

advise to my children, born and unborn

new watch

via dolorosa

vile and vulgar wonderings under 46

homey future under hush

after work

layla

Less Tense Than I Was The Last Time I Confessed

chalk

defervescence

pastiche, like numbering smoke

dream sequence after she touched my arm

biography

layaway

monotony

let it go. no hurry

ripcord

just lying about breakfast

montage (penance locked in 8 x 8)

never

Woody in the New Yorker

untitled (the last time)

asshole # 7

lynard skynyrd on a mechanical piano

resin hit for kot matroskin (confessions of the damned pt. 2)

 

Prose

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New Lost Generation (*)

An Ode to Women Who Selflessly Produce Erections on Lonely Train Rides (*)

A Citrus Memory (*)

An Open Letter

A Writer’s Plea

Insomnia

Gravity (Part I)

Gravity (Part II)

Trap (Gravity Part III)

Day/Night

For Sunny Days

Untitled (Regarding Death)

Untitled (Regarding Yearning)

A Panegyric Regarding the Tenacity it Takes to Bring Philosophy and Anal Sex Together

A Few Things That I’ve Learned in Life

Queens

I Came Home

A Day Inward

Ignis Fatuus

Detective Story

Closed for Lunch

Our Compass Spins, The Wilderness Remains

Who Killed Providentia?

Comedy in Black Lipstick

With Sandy in the Rockaways

8 x 8 (In Passing)

8 X 8 (Of Cinerea)

8 x 8 (Rifacimento of Capitulation)

8 x 8 (Resurrection Blues/ Brandy & Water)

8 x 8 (In Neon)

it rained earlier today

abstract poisons

Solitary Confinement and The Mystery of a Well-Crafted Sentence

In Transit

exclamation point: joke/ extinguishment: note & resurrection

Short Story (Love)

 

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(*) Chapter sample from my forthcoming novel “Tumult’s Jeremiad: The Memoirs of a Fictional Character, Damned

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Further Official Material will be added as it is written, then considered, then selected for this section.

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Keep Reading, Keep Writing

Never Forget the Past

It Is Never Gone 

Cheers,

Jack

 

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