Readings in Contemporary Poetry
Judith Malina and Filip Marinovich
Thursday, September 13, 2012, 6:30 pm, Dia Chelsea
Thursday, September 13, 2012, 6:30 pm
535 West 22nd Street, 5th Floor
New York City
Introduction by Vincent Katz
Judith Malina
Bytom
And of which I don’t know the name,
And thinking my thoughts:
I’ll walk to the end of the street,
And then turn and go back to the restaurant
Where the others are waiting for me;
And we’ll get back into the car
And drive to the next city,
Working our way across Poland.
But walking aimlessly, on a street
That I’ll never visit again, unknown
And unnoticed, not even really
Noticing much
I attain an identity
Of which environment
usually robs me.
Filip Marinovich
I'M SO HOT
I'm so hot for you
when I walk
I can feel
the balls
moving in my pants.
the pants are mine but not the balls.
I am an American.
Anthem anthem anthem.
hand sanitizer sand hanitizer
american
american anathemizer.
Euthanasia stands at my back
waiting to invade me when I fall.
I've fallen and I can't get up.
I am an american.
it means my car is broken
and I can't get my teeth fixed and
my health insurance comes from the moon above my house
a moon for the misbegotten
because begotten in the america
of begatting.
every corner a gat.
boom boom. the grammar of corner
man corner mad and coroner.
So gat me out of here.
but I know not the alt-
ernative, Ernie and Bert know it
you have to have a paperclip collection and pigeons on the roof
when your puppet room-mate dies of AIDS. I am Ernie dead of AIDS.
I am Ernie among the shades.
See me after class.
see me after America admits
it has a class problem.
when smell freezes over
the moon
the cow jumped over my spoon
as I was cooking
the whip cream dollop in it.
Attack of the lapdogs is the name of this excavation
site.
Attack of the Kermit dogs.