#ripostes

Ezra Pound. In Exitum Cuiusdam. Ripostes. [26]

Ezra Pound. Sé en mí como las rachas eternas. Ripostes. [38]

Negotiate the nausea   of a floor in Oakland my dull libido is poking the reminiscence          of an impulse                             I can’t easily label The train runs the distance— a shouting match          in passing                             lie down on an air mattress        plot broken sleep an unfinished letter                   misplaced                                          in another room unmoored sentiments are made for rearranging a checklist in freefall—                    striking down an arrival the expanse      of bridges droning on in chants           I bathe in turn signals tattered raconteur        twist up + down— split the fragments       of flashing teeth into brash barbs of bright sparks:the ripostes                             of the raw       + unfed empty lots         w/mattresses: holding promise I make enough clamor + beckon away w/ yes                   my shame is a bitter snap your crisp weed— ⁂ Adam Stutz is the author of Transcript (Cooper Dillon Books, 2017), The Scales (White Stag Publishing, 2018), and the co-curator of the Non-Standard Lit Reading Series with Mark Wallace and Jeanine Webb. He currently resides in San Diego, CA.

Ezra Pound. N.Y.. Ripostes. [40]

Ezra Pound. In Exitum Cuiusdam. Ripostes. [26]

Ezra Pound. El cuadro. Ripostes. [11]

Ezra Pound. Dieu! Qu'il la fait. Ripostes. [09]

Ezra Pound. El altar. Ripostes. [12]