Where language, that awe-striking human innovation, still feels awesome, Daniel Ari finds himself—fascinated, frustrated, maddened, mesmerized. It's a flurry, a fracas, a free-for-all—a fight—with poems!
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Monday, April 22, 2013
Misery Mojo and the Minds Less Blown, Illustrated by Lauren Ari
"I'm a wearer of the dark, yeah, yeah, yeah: I have a dark suit." —Dave Thomas
the bolt-rattling oscillation
our heads, some of us punks were able
half-wonder what would become of us
the guitar’s itch was scratched. “No Future,”
certain questions in the aftershocks.
Behemoth blew our minds often,
head warbling like a climaxing
better than those sound-scrapes, his bitter
frankly fucking smart we were as punks.
break, though. A car crash stopped D. Boon’s jam.
culture punks bit the dust on drugs (yawn)
aging bassists coupled and had kids,
went to sew the sutures of middle age…
took up the accordion, whined
about his old self, wheezed through his dark art
the girlfriends that came and went with it.
By the one and only Lauren Ari. And look who's got a new website!