Two Poems for my dear friend Tiffany Burba-Schramm

Two poems for my dear friend Tiffany, in gratitude for her friendship and support. Keep your head up, girl. And call on Big Poppa if you need a reminder of what a strong, capable, and amazing woman you are. Take note of what Wendell Pierce says below. You deserve better, and you will have it someday. Keep your eyes trained on NYC, friend, and know that you are loved.

And thanks for the line.

Always Naked: A Constellation Prize

We all have this channeling, this shamanistic ability. Some make more use of it than others. Every once in a while, my own genius overwhelms me. I got secrets, cousin. Constellations being lit by the subject matter. When you see them with space between them, they are phenomenal specks of light. But so many things become less certain. Somewhat conundrous. We don’t have any answers to these questions, and we don’t want them. We don’t need them, we just need to do the work. You’ve got to understand your limitations. It’s your limitations that make you the wonderful disaster you most probably are. You don’t choose what you fear. It chooses you. You have to have hubris in this world. There are people who will try to strip you of your humanity. There are those who don’t have your best interests at heart. Be fine I know you will.

I am always naked. Tiffany Burba-Schramm

A constellation prize. We all have this channeling, this shamanistic ability. Some make more use of it than others. Every once in a while, my own genius overwhelms me. We don’t have any answers to these questions, and we don’t want them. We don’t need them, we just need to do the work….You have to have hubris in this world. Patti Smith

I got secrets, cousin. Benicio del Toro as James Picard in Jimmy P

Constellations being lit by the subject matter…. But so many things become less certain. Robert Downey Jr.

Somewhat conundrous question. Dialogue from Mike Leigh’s film Mr. Turner

When you see them with space between them, they are phenomenal specks of light. Space, interviewed for Humans Of New York 

You’ve got to understand your limitations, etc. Nick Cave, in 20,000 Days on Earth

You don’t choose what you fear. It chooses you. John Irving

There are people who will try to strip you of your humanity. There are those who don’t have your best interests at heart. Wendell Pierce

“we’ll party in heaven”

I’ve been in a perpetual dither of late. It’s the guy I’ve been bangin. See, I’m the star of a one-woman/multi-man variety show. I never had any pink beams or anything. Brought into the pink. Sonic connection to landscape. Sonically pleasing. Two nods. Two landscapes. Rampant seriality. Sort of re-entry problems. Silly putty affinities.

Seemed like everyone, even the moon, was happy and drunk. The universe is a wondrous thing. I shall cogitate upon it. Life is limited. Crazy blurry. Everything is slippery. Phenomenal specks of light. Language can’t type. Everybody’s been bit by something poisonous. A panopticon of literacy.

He basically educated me so he could talk to me.

Not really knowing how to language that.

A true Bronx mantra. Made me wish for a village.

Everything you say will be stolen. Every memory deserves to be chronicled, even the saggy ones. Mine are not necessarily cheerful, but they have green in them.

I am always naked. Aim for their third eye. I’ll do Truth and Beauty. To incorporate the two is the work of a cosmic wisdom. This heinous implement. Wholesome and delightful. You have to have hubris in this world. An unfolding permission to stroll freely. To become a nonentity. When you disappear, fear disappears with you. The storehouse of optimism is replenished.

“We’ll party in heaven.” Patti Smith

I’ve been in a perpetual dither of late. Angie Lindquist

It’s the guy I’ve been bangin…crazy blurry.  Barbara Lynn Cantone, gmail chat.

See, I’m the star of a one-woman/multi-man variety show. James Franco

I never had any pink beams or anything. Philip K. Dick

You brought me into the pink. Sandra Bullock to Candace Bergen.

Sonic connection to landscape. Russell Monroe

Sonically pleasing. Mercer

Silly putty affinities. Every body’s been bit by something poisonous. John La Pointe

Seemed like everyone, even the moon, was happy and drunk. Lidia Yuknavitch

Life is limited. Linda MacKay

Everything is slippery. Jane Arnal

Phenomenal specks of light. Comment from one of the subjects of Humans of New York

Language can’t type. Aim for their third eye. Dan Raphael

A panopticon of literacy. John Barber

He basically educated me so he could talk to me. Philip Glass on his friendship with Richard Serra

Not really knowing how to language that. Rick Wickicker

A true Bronx mantra. Bruce Hall

Everything you say will be stolen. Michele Naka-Pierce

Every memory deserves to be chronicled, even the saggy ones. Amy Poehler, as Leslie Knope in Parks and Recreation

Sort of re-entry problems. Val Underwood

Made me wish for a village. Karen Read

Mine are not necessarily cheerful, but they have green in them. Robin Moore

I am always naked. Tiffany Burba-Schramm

I’ll do Truth and Beauty. Karen Read

To incorporate the two is the work of a cosmic wisdom. Eliot Weinberger

Wholesome and delightful. Matt Eiford

You have to have hubris in this world. Patti Smith

An unfolding permission to stroll freely. Morgan Hutchinson

When you disappear, fear disappears with you. David Meltzer

The storehouse of optimism is being replenished. Sabra Larsen

The howling sound of sorrow…. Particles of chaos…. This heinous implement…. To become a nonentity…. The universe is a wondrous thing. I shall cogitate upon it. Dialogue from Mike Leigh’s film Mr. Turner

 Big Poppa