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In Here 1.29.05: Poetry; Laura Brandenburg, Emily Carter, Paul Dickinson, Frank Rawlings III
DIY emphasis on bikes, shoes, alcohol, processing irony and other forms of transportation.

Surprisingly careful and steady for its earnest, gravelly, piston explosion
breathiness, the grain-belt of Paul D’s voice wanted to “wrestle every man in Alaska” and “bench press a ballerina” in its quest to “live here”.

SCREWDRIVER
The car hits a telephone pole. I’m really awake now. My mind follows my hands. I pull out the screwdriver, pop off the license plates and throw them into the storm sewer. It is impossible to apologize for my life. The wet snow is everywhere, unstoppable. Trucks growl their diesel hearts on close yet unseen freeways. The skyline, unforgiving, blesses no one. Armed with screwdriver and every pen, pencil and unmailed letter I can find in the carI walk towards my job, looking over my shoulder, thinking of all the lies I need to tell.
-Paul Dickinson



Laura B: sly seductive slightly Southern bad and liking it thataway to the honest point of vs the world spiritual sung while spinning on one foot. Rapt combat.


So Polite

You could blow me away with marching bands and rapid fire
And the dark shadows of gunmaen driving past my windows
You could burst my eyeballs with brains and pearls
That fly like confetti in the swollen streets
Of my own dark-flowing parade

You’ll leave my pink dress crumpled
And wet on the sidewalk

But ceremoniously with the reverence of jazz funerals
And pipe organs

You’ll always remember
To say my name
When you come

You’re so polite

-Laura Brandenburg


Frank Henry Rawlings III

Eyes wide open staring beyond with head back, searching within meticulous accounts of disintegration s. Alcoholic Xmas diary begun when come into cash on Oct 23rd. A liberating turn of phrase elevating one to first class status by self-permission every now and then. Richly voiced “Street Fighting Man” cover self accompanied on guitar turning it into the intimate self-implicating folk song it is.

The Lover of Self Self Loving
In the beginning, the good son listens reasonably to the words of his
mother. With the father for guide. And by the ways of the father.

But when there is not his father. The boy, he is to grow a savage.

He is to swell, made of, possessed of wind.

Without end, this is the design of our gods.

A new days calls. Bringing an end to my dreams of mother.

Minutes later as I recollect, I look down toward a reflection
In my coffee.

But for an instant in that tiny frame of porcelain cup I believe
I’ve seen a harlequin.

They are gone now though. Whoever that party was. Though
Not without taking some embarrassment.

Gone they are. Like the drifting streams of the streams frittered away.

Just like her veil. The discarded fabrics from some simmering
Dance. One wherein the fashion had lost its face.

In her cabriole. And for me that was no joke. As for most I am
Not a funny guy.

-Frank Rawlings, (edited).


Emily Carter, a hard hoarse too cold from the little cold that night was working through the intellectual conceits of ironies past implicating and letting be the world at large in this wake. Blowing her nose, smoking and being good to herself and the turns of phrase:

All right, maybe I do. Maybe I do talk first and think later. Yes, it's true. I admit it freely. It's because I'm from the city. Now, you can say to me, Glory B., it's no crime to think about what you're going to say before you say it, to figure out it relates to the topic being discussed, or if it does at all, or if what you're going to say has the slightest factual basis whatsoever. I've got that argument down cold, because listen, my words are music. - from Glory Goes and Gets Some.

I'm already relieved, thank you, and -- considering what I've done to myself -- happy to be alive, if somewhat cranky in the mornings. I'm cranky in the mornings because at night, when I turn out my lights, when, according to my recovery counselor, you're supposed to concentrate on positive, relaxing images, what I get instead is a sort of cavalcade of hits: Gloria's Most Painful and Embarrassing Moments on Parade. It's especially bad if I remember all the times I made a fool of myself when I was drunk. Once that starts, I can be up for hours, snapping, 'Go away,' to my memories. Just imagine some woman you saw in a bar once, hair tumbled and greasy, eye makeup hopeful the day before yesterday, loudly tossing inappropriate remarks into the closed circles of other people's conversations. Her charming and incisive bon mots land on the floor with an unpleasant splat, as if someone had just hurled a dead frog to the ground at your feet; you turn around, and there she is, smiling like the belle of the ball. If you wish she'd just go away, believe me, so do I. Here in the land of Minnesota, Land of Ten Thousand Treatment Centers, they've got a program for any addiction you might care to name, but memories are something they can't do all that much about."

-from the story "Parachute Silk" by Emily Carter

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