Remixed Poetry

[I Like Beats]

I like beats.
I like to do it.
I like having the clean sheet.
I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.

I love your words.
I love when I get lost.
I love to say fuck.
I love to be in my studio, naked, smoking and drinking alone.

I don’t think I said a word.
I was in the classic tunnel and saw the glow of light around a bend when they shut my lungs down to mess with the tumors with the radio frequency ablation.
I speak without knowing it.
How you love your precious gift.

John Lowther, 2016

Remixed works:

“I like beats”, by Detective Orange
“I like to do it”, by K.C. and the Sunshine Band
“I like having the clean sheet”, by Amy Feldman, in Bomb Magazine
“I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me”, by Noel Coward
“I love to say fuck”, by Murderdolls
“I love to be in my studio, naked, smoking and drinking alone”, by Buika, in S.F. Gate
“I speak without knowing it”, by Jacques Lacan, in On Feminine Sexuality: The Limits of Love and Knowledge

[This is Bullshit]

This is bullshit.
If you separate the pieces, you’re killing it.
Emotions that, if cut, would bleed.
But the whole thing—the cries, the blood, the agony—gave me relaxation and a certain pleasure.

I invite the reader to be patient with these seeming detours.
A philosophical system is not a dead piece of furniture that we can reject or accept as we wish; it is rather a thing animated by the soul of the person who holds it.

God, I’m trisexual.
I reject that label.
If it is, it is.

John Lowther, 2016

Remixed works:

“If you separate the pieces, you’re killing it”, by Bob Dylan, in The Independent
“Emotions that, if cut, would bleed”, by Haruki Murakami, in The New Yorker
“But the whole thing—the cries, the blood, the agony—gave me relaxation and a certain pleasure”, by Andrei Chikatilo (serial killer), quoted at Murderous Minds
“I invite the reader to be patient with these seeming detours”, by Rosemary Hennessy, in Profit and Pleasure: Sexual Identities in Late Capitalism
“A philosophical system is not a dead piece of furniture that we can reject or accept as we wish; it is rather a thing animated by the soul of the person who holds it”, by JG Fichte, in The Science of Knowledge: With the First and Second Introductions
“God, I’m trisexual”, by John Waters, in The Guardian
“I reject that label”, by Peter Triolo Jr., in What the Church Forgot to Remember: The Misplaced Priorities

[Sissy is the New Sexy]

Sissy is the new sexy.
Philosophy should also be the poetry of language, the utopia of thinking.
Culturally, ass is the new pussy.
As an unsymbolizable point is approached, words or grammatical sequences become congealed, a protection against the proximity of the hole.
Ram it up your poop shoot.
The text is always an accomplice, if not a perpetrator.
Actually, every woman has a cock.
They are so very identical that they cannot be drawn apart.

John Lowther, 2016

Remixed works:

“Sissy is the new sexy”, by blacksissykid, on Tumblr
“Philosophy should also be the poetry of language, the utopia of thinking”, by Peter Sloterdijk, in You Must Change Your Life
“Culturally, ass is the new pussy”, by Asa Akira, quoted at Salon
“Ram it up your poop shoot”, by Frank Zappa, in Broken Hearts are for Assholes
“The text is always an accomplice, if not a perpetrator”, by Matthew Mullins, in L.A. Review of Books
“Actually, every woman has a cock”, by Pussy Riot, on Facebook
“They are so very identical that they cannot be drawn apart”, by GWF Hegel, in Lectures on Logic: Berlin

[Sexiness is Overrated]

Sexiness is overrated.
I didn’t understand the rule.
It was dominated by class.
People just have to blow it up.
Ornament is no longer a crime.
We are insulted with theory.
It was a process of reduction.
This happens in several ways.
It was a logistical nightmare.
Nobody will ever eliminate the polyvocality of desire.
Identities are reified social categories from which we should emerge, not within which we should be compelled to remain.

John Lowther, 2016

Remixed works:

“Sexiness is overrated”, by Isabel Marant, in Elle Canada
“I didn’t understand the rule”, by former baseball umpire Ron Luciano
“It was dominated by class”, by Lee Child, in Worth Dying For
“People just have to blow it up”, by Eileen Myles, in The Guardian
“Ornament is no longer a crime”, by Charlotte Rivers, in Maximalism: The
Graphic Design of Decadence & Excess
“It was a process of reduction”, by Genesis P-Orridge, in The Guardian
“This happens in several ways” by Upendra Baxi, in The Crisis of the Indian
Legal System. Alternatives in Development: Law
“It was a logistical nightmare”, in Reading Eagle
“Nobody will ever eliminate the polyvocality of desire”, by Guy
Hocquenghem, in Homosexual Desire
“Identities are reified social categories from which we should emerge, not
within which we should be compelled to remain”, by Michael
Rectenwald, in The North Star

Spoiler Alert

Some collisions bring luck
what you waited for
meetings like hungry beaks
so many blood-lakes
the place for no story

We are those people
the world’s wonders
unlearning to not speak

Birds and fish watch the lights fade
Absence becomes fact
The deer lay down their bones
apology for bad dreams

Howie Good, 2015

Remixed Works:
Index titles of Selected Poems, by Robinson Jeffers
Index titles of To Be of Use, by Marge Piercy

The Miller and the Gleaner

Behold her, single in the field,
Caught in the center of a soundless field,
Across the millstream below the bridge…
Earth has not anything to show more fair.

Diligent in the burnt fields above the sea,
A sweet disorder in the dress,
Hair — braided chestnut…
Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest.

Bill Waters, 2015

Remixed Works:
First lines of poems by William Wordsworth,
Philip Larkin, Howard Nemerov,
Josephine Miles, Robert Herrick,
Jean Toomer, and W. S. Gilbert.

Beside the Black River

A gold light,
a diffusion of sunlight,
from everywhere
and from nowhere at once;
now, beside the black river,
the sorrow is all there is to prolong

The world shall pass from the earth;
good will bloom, strong and clean;
and all that suffered through having existed
shall be forgotten

Christina Murphy, 2015

Remixed Work:
There is a Gold Light in Certain Old Paintings, by Donald Justice

Domestic Disturbance

I am a man at home
folding my wife’s delicates.
Well, why the hell not?

Most certainly stop in,
a city of red fire
growing from your head,
hooligans dressed
in red and white everywhere,
a magic thing.

Outside, there’s a ruckus, as usual.
It begins with the flies.
Noisy, black flies.
I do not know exactly when. . . .

My own mother is 98.
Mostly now she sleeps,
and when she does,
what she dreams
is small enough to fit
in the palm of your hand.

Howie Good, 2015

Remixed works:

Posts from submishmash, 6 November 2015