FUG.UES Sundries issue: 1
Jack Galmitz Ed.
FUG.UES Copyright Š 2015 Noble Press New York
Cover by Jack Galmitz Illustrations by Elizabete Atales & Brendan Slater
FUG.UES
RELATED MATTERS
Ed Baker
broken now
rusty gate
love is
this open
details of visit
in her note
slipped under
more than what said
what said required
his full attention
woman in her opened
window
Ross Priddle
The Black Panthers The White Panthers The Pink Panthers
"thamzing�
fragments are our wholes, new worlds need new words, arigata-meiwaku, soliterraneous, huayra, luis pazos, juneteenth, agadir, seedless bunch tax, at it and to it, engraved barcode, xero-poste, we are forced to live as if we were free, how the markets will react, moral hazard, golden parachutes, virtual capitalism, the real economy, the dotcom bubble, thamzing, a talkie, cluster underneath the streetlights, hadopelagic, meditation on another, pink pink pink, the country not the font, readies,
“bakku-shan�
anticommodity affect, colston basset stilton, bakku-shan, pics matton, carnet int, pepper tax, corkage, this art ought to, check it with your tongue, taqiyah, salakot, zucchetto, top surgery, gleaming the cube, marrickville flood, baseball camp nurse, funnel vision, janome machine, anti-essentialist historicism, neuroeconomics, akerlof’s asymmetry, an economy which changed completely the human, behavioral economics, emperor continues to haunt, trance going, trance knowing, principe, conceptual fragmentation,
Gregory K.H. Bryant
Jack Galmitz
the night dream cannot be packaged (placed in parenthesis)
the figure as it grows distant the world becomes spirit
we hold all men endowed for light
& daily box scores
in my cereal subatomic particles & strawberries
well, after all, the sunset is musical
a blind man at the railroad crossing
On Line
In the line order In the line clashing In the line pauses In the line marching In the line anticipation In the line relations In the line suppression In the line measure In the line heft In the line fulfillment In the line suspension In the line itself
high voltage towers high voltage towers high voltage towers clouds clouds clouds
L.G. Corey
1. SUNRISE SONG “Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.” The closed eye opens. The opened fist closes. The lake ice cracks. The dead bird sings.
2. First Snow of Spring May 8, and snow is falling in the mountains where I live.
3. THREE LINES Bare branch. Black bird. Flies away. 4. ZAZEN If you see the Buddha walking on the road, kill the poet walking behind him.
Michael Dec
Come Home, Yeggs Hot tea takes a hike The time tunnel Detroit 1964 down the alley to Hamtramck SALADA It's funny how you go back to things, like carrying a 200 lb. hamburger on your back They have "good eggs" here If they only knew...
Useless Fuel Across the nose the chair domain sputters sparks A leg bursts from his arm a head from his chest he lumbers down the stairs past another burnt tentacle syringe the snow filled tubas where he turns into a garage and shelters the cars all night
Old Number Seven Speaking of insolubility, I fry my clothes in soup cosmic fuckup, panhandler, scum till the mayor slipped in elephant shit then the pace slowed Into the spring loaded trunk of a '65 Olds From Minnesota -- they forget quickly sometime Out of the chicken wire into the fire
Sabine Miller
lilyfield; there are many ways to kneel and touch the sky
rainlight yesterday's spider facing its flesh
moon in the courtyard the stillness of the lion's wings
I stand on the mountain inside Black Elk
in the morning the mouse at the trap, head bowed
Chris Gordon
after packing them she repackages the plums a mole on her breast
girls on bikes in short skirts speaking French
we get home from our trip the brown crayon we left on the table
faith in transcription upon the air
on the bus they talk about where all the birds have gone
THEPENISLEAKING
an arrangement of flesh we threaten each other with our pasts
another day of pretending I am a person
the clouds collide no one is hurt
on the toilet she mentions that cucumbers are related to lemons
some noise in the dark kitchen it must be the potatoes
a note from ten years ago says you’re going to the store
Angelo Lagori
the walks for masha she will b end the tall grass in the O pen field next to this building event
& u
ally form with Her two feet one solid foot worn path way for future generate ions
we ran out
alone, a single O range rots at the bottom tier of an old fruit basket that hangs below the purple cabinet. a tag barely sticks against bleached bone wire with a price: 3 99. “we need more apples,�
shouts the boy.
crow for naomi
the eclipse in her( ~e lipsis) seen in how aclipped bird sings with out her branch she u says Her beak & finds her
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there wings in the fall in leaves & turns up words to the rose wood moon.
to what caw says a
straight man to b ~endslight ~ly in words to himself to be come a crow bone
bar of
to pry O pen the ox i ~dized ribcage & set that starving black ~birdhe) calls
the class room field trip. i notice the bi son in the cave is still being hunted by one group of tall men
wielding red spears. i pict ure my self in that cave the veer y same day of the hunt. i see a wo man all alone holding a paint brush made out of yucca flowers dripping with one color.
mosaic after Torres
my a mirror i can coll ides with his amer
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from
this window car at
four a the blue
way beeps.
stop
Brendan Slater
beleaguered an autumn love overlapping
diaphanous the wind the spark
ethereal when comes a litany
Friday attacks the art with an exhaust
forbearance after the sea summer
spring a French stream
love a brief sea affair
willow for a shy leisure
Sunday an umbrella in the whiskey
a cat-lover a manuscript an else
sorrowful: the sumptuous moon
leisure territory a sweet labyrinthine
Friday combining an oriental gift
Spring: a misery into serendipity
something quicker than a very
shy in order that Tuesday has a breeze
a mother turning delicate crack black
pears nor a wild revelation
steel sorrowful a nook lithe
luxuriant elixir the protection hissing
Mel Chen
UKULELE STORE This is about as happy that I can get wearing brand new blue jeans so tight that it hurts when I walk Driving a bread truck in East LA cooking burritos, tacos and hot rocks selling to anyone who wants a bite If I can get away with it I'll be off to a better day making an omelet with salsa in a wig Once I'm done you'll come around and see I'm right ... you'll ask for more laughing and singing, ' Let's have a party! ' I sizzle you up and play an ukulele mix and match ... spread the difference you'll be as tight as the pants I'm wearing Shake and bake ... wiggle and dance put fruit on the head like Carmen Miranda give me a dollar ... I'll give you a dime You know you love me!
ARE YOU WASHED IN THE BLOOD? Fragments and mutterings sat on a bench in the park calculating equations with pigeons pecking at crumbs a decapitated Buddha sits sagging in a snowy garden Ice floes in the river are pushed aside by tugboats cars and cabs careen up West Street tardy in appointed destinations Approaches are distracted in a tattered thrift store suit collar turned up to fend off a bracing breeze hand pulls out a phone to survey texts "I am leaving ... will be by this afternoon to gathers my things." but ... but ... but "There is nothing to discuss, please don't be there." Went to the corner deli ... purchased weak coffee in a Styrofoam cup fingers scrapping sides made that annoying noise From the corner I could see her enter the building ... twenty minutes later, two bags in hand the cat underarm she settled into a waiting car I texted her, "Hey now let's talk this over, we both found the cat in the alley on that rainy day." No reply. "What happened to charity, faith and compassion?" No reply.
AVA AND BARNEY Before there was Ava and Mickey ... Ava and Artie ... Ava and Frank ... there was Barney. A poor Scotch-Irish/Tuscarora tobacco farmer's daughter from North Carolina she made her way barefoot to New York. Her brother-in -law snapped her head shot placed it in the front window of Tarr's Studio on Fifth. Barney Duhan, a Loew's Theater clerk sauntered by, went in asked the receptionist her for name and number. He was rebuffed. Barney employed his ploy, as he often did when trying to meet a girls, shouts ... " I'm a talent scout from MGM! Send her to Louis B. Mayer! ". And they did and she was off to Hollywood. In her screen test she did not utter a word, her incomprehensible southern hick accent was prohibitive. Louis after viewing the her on film exalts," She can't sing. She can't act. She can't talk. She's terrific!!! ". After her marriage to Mickey, he rhapsodizes how great the sex was. Ava says, " He may have thought the sex was very good, but goodness knows I didn't. ". After Artie onto Frank, she laments, " Frank is like a woman, so sensitive. But I'm a piece of Dresden China ... I know he will break me." Years later I had broken my fibula in a construction job fall. While in St. Vincent's I watch the tube ... ads for personal injury attorneys came on and off. I ask my roommate, who had gotten hit by a car in the Village, if he had a lawyer. He says, " Yeah ... Bernard Duhan ... he's been better to me than my family, coming to visit ... giving me money. I'm going straight to his office after I get out. As soon as I could I make my way to Barney's office on lower Broadway in the Woolworth Building. An ex cop he went to night school and became an advocate for justice and poor wretches like me. He states there's a number for a broken finger, a ripped off leg, if you're paralyzed in a wheel chair ... so much the better. It may take a while but we'll get there. We'll start at a million. The offers came and went ... seasons made their cycle. Barney calls me in. " We have an offer of $90,000 ... I keep a third you take the rest, tax free. I ask
" What if we go to trial? ". Barney stares me in the eye and responds, " Do you really want to place your fate in the hands of a jury of six stupid people? " ... I say, " Where do I sign? ". A very wise man. Barney gazes upon Ava's photo on his wall, he murmurs, " Oh Ava ... you should have married me ... I would have made you happy.".
EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE IN LOVE A couple in threads wondering how they got there Genetic code in DNA kissing chromosomes XYZ Scruffy dog chasing a cat down a meowing alley Last set at the Vanguard has been played ... horn is silent Red beads of tail lights stream up 7th Ave dreaming of kisses Rainbow on a curve seeks an end pearl pursues another on a string A boy under a streetlamp awaits the arrival of his girl
Michael Jacobson
Susan Diridoni
summering clefts tax-free legumes incubate
sugar and lodgepole pines sway the remote stir
the yellow flowers covering more the remembered
starless roam stark against the black simmer
upon their sweet insistence buoyant dissolve
a poet’s casual details sail forth the voyage
absinthe no succor in our abyss
Elizabete Atážąls