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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

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          • November 9, 2012 8:48 pm

            I have been telling my phone to translate the names of poets from French into English and it has given me these translations:

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            Emily Dickinson: American pie

            Walt Whitman: yourself

            Langston Hughes: stencil

            Guillaume Apollinaire: I have an intranet

            Sylvia Plath: worry

            Gertrude Stein: tab Paris

            William Carlos Williams: weemove nothing

            Marianne Moore: however

            Marina Tsvetaeva: but puts out

            William Blake: yeah dude

            Harryette Mullen: not create or

            Wallace Stevens: paresthesia

            (This is my new favorite game.)

            fun with robots!

            187 notes Filed under:  poetry, translation, lit, prose,.
          • June 22, 2012 2:11 am
            I’ve a new job in translating a Japanese kabuki play about the life and times of former First Lady, Elanor Roosevelt. It pays well and I find that it refreshes my spirit. You silly boundless bitch with your toy pistol You’re more powerful and vast than anything god could strap on The shame it would be for you to settle for the usual human stupidity A Great White Shark managing an Office Depot A snowy owl in splendid red heels

            I’ve a new job in translating a Japanese kabuki play about the life and times of former First Lady, Elanor Roosevelt. It pays well and I find that it refreshes my spirit.

            You silly boundless bitch

            with your toy pistol

            You’re more powerful and vast than

            anything god could strap on

            The shame it would be for you to settle

            for the usual human stupidity

            A Great White Shark managing an Office Depot

            A snowy owl in splendid red heels

            79 notes Filed under:  poetry, prose, Elenor Roosevelt, translation,.
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