Bill Waters, 2016
Remixed works:
Titles of Poems by John Donne
You want to find
that one thing
that defines you,
the ball floating
in the air, but it’s
not like that.
Sometimes
you only need
a couple things,
and other times
you need one hundred.
You might think
you are awful
when you finish,
an empty interior,
the Black Dragon.
There are tons
of philosophers
and thinkers
who have some
sophisticated answer
about why.
I don’t think
it should matter,
one way
or the other
I’m looking
at what they are
looking at.
It was a room
I spent time in
as a child.
Howie Good, 2016
Remixed Work:
Hyperallergic
I like to walk around with a friend and a granola bar.
Today I was punched in the face by a man
who got out of his car and yelled, “Trump 2016!”
Four small pink alligators are still missing.
Theoretically, I love the fact that cities
from all over the world are under one roof.
Point your camera at the world around you.
I just want to sit and play guitar to my goldfish.
Howie Good, 2016
Remixed Works:
Hyperallergic 1
Hyperallergic 2
Every revolution
is a throw
of the dice.
Only violence
helps where
violence rules.
Who are
we anyway?
Eyes that
do not want
to close
at all times
when the green
of the earth
glistens anew.
Howie Good, 2016
Remixed Works:
Translated titles of films by Jean-Marie Straub
and Daniele Huillet
Water lilies that take root in newlyweds’ lungs!
A doorbell that scuttles around like a beetle!
I confess I find puppet cunnilingus disturbing.
This time out, Jesus, looking a little bloated, totes a shotgun.
A wide-eyed stranger accosts me with the question,
“Why does Madonna feed her baby Alpo brand dog food?”
It all begins and ends with men trapped in a submarine
furiously eating pancakes from the finest porcelain.
Howie Good, 2016
Remixed Works:
Weird Movies 2014
Weird Movies 2015
Ruin is a gift;
the road to transformation.
Make a map of it.
I have been a victim
of my own optimism.
Buried somewhere deep
behind the sternum
is a better person in search
of a word.
Shloka Shankar, 2016
Remixed work:
Eat, Pray, Love, by Elizabeth Gilbert