The Million Dollar Poetry Project

With All My He(art)

by Wolfgang Nibori

I recently discovered I don’t know a damn thing about poetry.
Couldn’t tell you poets, can’t quote famous poems.
The more I read the less I understand and it’s not like I don’t read.
The more I try, the less I can bring myself to care.
It’s become biological. Now my mind spits these images:
smears of stained forests standing at attention beneath unforgiving moons
Two cats killing fur oddly, never striking twice, bound to forge 6 more
cryptic riddles unwinding more I pluck them as guitar notes off key
sounded good to BB King, maybe you comprehend me?
i never launch in the direction of confusion for its sole sake
it’s the arrangement of jump-cut, sepia tones, neon broken signage
flowing purely of accords un-mine chunks glittering foolishly
down the path slip-sliding any season regardless of weather or not
racing through abandoned houses to open every single window, each door wide
breaking locks, scrambling away before pursuit possible of potentials
no time, no time, the rabbit races jagged, pure, instinctual as tears
dropping traces essence splatterpunk serenading nights’ screen blue glow
as if painting every level in simult- no stop this means rewind
savvy merchants business mean-bent on the bottom line so here’s mine:
the only Thing i know how to do i am already doing - under Will

This poem for sale: $20.00 - 20 lines

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spin backwards to unravel

by Wolfgang Nibori

gnarled plastic rainbow of intelligence, spectrum-brilliant

pausing pondersome to over work marble boulders of mind

dusting delirious by hand all paints inconvenienced by foresight

foreshadowing elephantine tides a’glistening where all hope dies on impact

questions bubbling as bulls beating ramparts down to stampede economics

untrusted nations devising shelter plans for the Adam bomb

dust-sucking mongrels bent on dominating shades of grey upturned

so who captures your flag? who tears asunder each tiny light?

not i, nevermore. ravens speak in cryptic ways, i blame opiates

now comes the question on all minds at once - thought bombs

mushroom cloud shadows creating figments for you to fixate upon, unguided

over the reels and thru the goods, a plunder we shall roll

merry meat grinding down to redistribute muscle tone among the deaf

you see what you speak each day reflected in a blue tube

network quality varies per Era as any Pound fan can say

i say, though, STOP, listen to the way blood speaks

passing through your ears to mine and back, just like that

if you catch that rhythm long enough you won’t go blind

you’ll simply understand what i’m trying to say so backwardsly

Inspiration: Colored hands

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Shortly after 5am today, Lythia shot the second experimental video while I recited my poem aloud. It’s all in a single take which was also the first. We didn’t rehearse and she’d not read/heard the poem before and I’d not read it aloud. We shot this in the front yard.

It’s titled, "By such stones as these". I hope you enjoy it!

I’ll post the words tomorrow.

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Trying something wholly new (to me!) tonight. My creative partner Lythia and I worked on something that I guess you might term ‘performance art’ even though that makes me feel slightly pretentious since I have, yanno, zero art training beyond a sketch class.
Anyways, this video is for a poem I wrote earlier today (about 4 hours ago) entitled: One Fist Forward, Against Any Odds. I’ll be posting a digital copy of the the original (fancy version of “I’ll type it up”) soon, but for now I’d appreciate it if you’d simply see the video without knowing too much beforehand and experience whatever it brings you.
Some notes: I’ve never done a spoken word poem before. I did not rehearse this aloud in any way beforehand. Lyth shot this video with her cellphone and had not read or heard this poem beforehand. She improvised with the camera so when we watched it afterwards we found some of the image to word correlations incredibly uncanny. You can feel free to leave any feedback that you like. For me, part of this project is that you in the audience CAN respond. Unless you’re advertising something I can’t feel comfortable linking to, I won’t delete your comment. We’ll let everyone see the whole record.
As the first video experiment, I am impressed. All in one take, zero editing (I can’t afford the software or PC powerful enough to do that now anyhow) and zero training. Hopefully it will improve, but for now I prefer to enjoy these moments that won’t happen again (firsts). Enough babble….

And in case you’re wondering, yes this poem will be for sale (including the original handwritten copy if you want that mailed to you).

Thanks for visiting

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