Posted in poems, tagged AWP, vida on March 30, 2013| Leave a Comment »
[1]
There will be fat years and lean years,
but either way it’s going to rain.
[2]
There are men’s voices in our heads,
but every so often a woman goes to the top
every so often a woman takes two
stairs at a time two
Here’s an imperative: a reason to be.
This isn’t a slumber party.
I am not others.
I resend. I rescind. I recall. I remind
[what? I don’t
…. recall]
[3]
Rounded. I am well-rounded.
Will I wear this box?
Will you?
Will you, with me?
Wear it with me.
© Umansky 2013
Posted in mad men series, tagged madmen; gender; women; selling; advertising; dream; on March 21, 2013| Leave a Comment »
The purchasing is natural.
People buy things to realize
what they value,
and what they don’t .
Sometimes, people buy things to realize
the value of their aspirations.
Some aspirations are more valuable than others.
*
Take, Joan.
She knows her worth, and yours.
Take Peggy.
She wears her wealth on her sleeve
But, Don. Don, doesn’t have aspirations.
He’s his own engineer.
He lives the dream.
*
Everyone is late for everything,
but Don is exactly where he wants to be.
Now, you’ll ruin your makeup. Pull yourself together.
There, there. He can’t please every woman,
but, that sure would be swell.
© Umansky 2013
Posted in prose poem, science-based, tagged prose poem on March 16, 2013| 1 Comment »
“The love of endings is a love of form. It is a tributary. [ I will lead you down the river of this] It is triumphant, even. Challenging and channeling; measuring the riff. The world hurts. The world pains. The world cuts into wounds and we let it let on. We let it let on us. The gush is good.
The lucky is in the happening. The lucky is the way that the stitches run. If we were to take this in a musical direction, first, I’d want a motorcycle jacket first.
This is a direct address: “You! Come here!”
This is where I realize the recognizing has fallen. The report should have stated: this is precious. This is all a master letter on: wandering. If this is woven together, it will be satisfying. I promise, what comes is promising. I will make light dance. You will believe that it will be. I will collect the shatterings with my own teeth,” says tomorrow.
© Umansky 2013
Posted in prose poem, tagged prose poem on March 16, 2013| Leave a Comment »
I am told and I like being told some things –especially when the wandering steals over me as a hand. I want to say that it is precious, but it is scarfed around the crux. This is a battle with the back. With the back of days. With the back of calves and hands and necks and sides and how will it feel then?
I can remember the liking, but I fear it. Yes. Yes. Yes, of course. That’s it. It’s like being a child: the being picked and picked on. Call this delicious, but it is a delicacy that starts with vomit. It is the only knot I got stuck on. And I am stuck and I am whole-heartedly holed. It is an unknown that I have no thing for. Nothing at all.
And, I recently discovered that I don’t have a dictionary. It is okay. I will stay mannered and functional and wondrous in the back of being, and I will remember what it was like, back there, in the happy hour.
© Umansky 2013
Posted in bookdress, tagged bookdress on March 5, 2013| Leave a Comment »
I love my #bookdress
This bookdress was made out of four copies of my first collection of poems, DOMESTIC UNCERTAINTIES (BlazeVOX 2013) and was made by Joseph Quintela (www.footknots.com)
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged bookdress, domestic uncertainties, joseph quintela on March 3, 2013| Leave a Comment »
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