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| Wednesday, May 12th, 2010
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11:37 pm - THIS CASE OF SPACE & PLACE...
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you've stumbled into a pseudo poetree forest. a brandeis university student class of 2007 member j.m. lazar, known to most as jojo. this livejournal was intended as a document of my creative writing portfolio(s) amassed while taking workshops and completing my honours thesis manuscript in poetry. now that i've gone and graduated, well, we'll see what i decide to do with this place next!
you're welcome to read and send me feedback via email should you have any thoughts, queries or responses to share >> buccaneer.sonneteer@gmail(dot)com
i've turned off the comment options for the public, so as to keep this a cleaner simpler space. but feel free to share your thoughts/response via email. thank you very much for reading and please respect this work as my own property and creation. entries are in most recent on top chronology. so if you want to begin...at the beginning head up one entry to the table of contents or to my calendar archives.
poetry fodder sod!
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| Thursday, April 12th, 2007
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11:31 pm
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in under two weeks i hand in my poetry thesis manuscript. hence the silence yonder. i will try to make a .doc form of the finished project (45-70 poems) available when that is officially over with. to think, the original purpose of this journal is coming to an end. oh well, i'll most likely keep it active in a different, reincarnated form post-brandeis. but i don't want to think about that right now. six more weeks of schoo'! time to post some scandale-pieces from the past month. filterrred.
twenty little poetry projects (13 march) (v.2)
20 eyelets wink in succession from a stranger—
his boots against the bar
I touch my tongue to the cold weather
hole in my thumb
as my ride asks if roofies will dissolve in water—
“I’m not sure if they’re the alka-seltzer of the date rape drugs…”
The Skellig Pub is named for a string of Irish islands,
and the crisps of zodiac smarts and shiny wrappers
are our consolation prize
I’m as happy as an insomniac
I introduce myself to the stranger’s boots
before offering
the supple (10 year old) leather
of mine
(9 eyes)
The enemy knocks over an alchemical Heineken—
the ice will melt before it splits
The stranger gives me his card—
minute enough for a girl’s purselet
“…and if you really want to pick up chicks
put ‘Dominator’ on your resume right after ‘Technical Weapons Expert.’”
“Danke Danke.”
“Bitte Bitte.”
Before 11 yet the Karaoke closed.
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