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Lee Ranaldo

Lee Ranaldo

Lee Ranaldo is a visual artist, writer, and founding member of the New York City group Sonic Youth, who continue to record new music and tour on a regular basis. Their visual art exhibition “Sonic Youth etc: Sensational Fix” opened June 17 at LiFE, St. Nazaire, France, and will tour extensively. Lee's visual art & sound works have been shown at galleries and museums around the world. His latest collection of poems is Hello From The American Desert [Silver Wonder Press, 2007], in which internet spam is enlisted as a springboard for poetry. Maelstrom from Drift, a new solo CD, is out now [3-Lobed, 2008].

afternoon saints

pity the ethereal filmstrip
embryonic anomaly
margarine disruption
some venomous flower
flicker triggered snippet
a destitute ambush
barbed chipmunk, seeking alarm
breathtaking curfew
climactic cream saint
quadratic
libidinous

try a cyclone
try a barnacle
new brain trajectory
width / height / hair color / name
a classic battle
a team adventure
a few weeks talent

it's joey, some pyramid
it's wintertime george
some freeport upshot
felt like a lithe demon
a Manila headache
some truant or afro
buried sexual millionaire
wrote & directed infamous Queens stunt bike incident
adolescent lazybones
dick in handcuffs and stacks of raffle tickets
a visa toggling ecstatic, organometallic

Investigators were attempting to determine
among other things
how the gunman entered the building

diminutive isaac’s son
industrial cactus addict
a Darwin, a danish, maybe a democrat
embedded in buttermilk, neutered
try’d t elbow the milkman
he's midwestern, guilty
patrimonial but vigilant
a novice in loveland
some county truck rulebook
some resultant poisoned clergyman

impractical Jacqueline,
the banshee, downstairs
a reptile runt / hesitant starlet
pneumatic belvedere w dubious toothbrush
cayuga stewardess tries counterclockwise
to locate some transient southward exalted swan
some mouse in a field

Cassandra the resistant
sees sails in Eurydice
some seminal attribute
in Christopher, chrome convulsions
thiamin deficiency
hard-wired saltbush
retrograde conversation
sees Lincoln dapple
sees triplet synergism
in Parkinson’s airfield
a rapt leitmotiv
whirl on
freak on

the ascetic sentient
did not often fly over the Zone
by the path there were two spacecraft beached
in dazzling clear skies
the Pleiades
so Freudian
stratospheric and counterproductive
were overhead

Madonette said “thanks, Jim
been nice talking to you
you weren't injured? extinguished?”
the chariot door swung open to a blast of discordant burdock
disposable sandstone clouds
emblematic of zurich
not counterpoint, not corrected

DF February 2007–NYC February 2008

 

hairstyle assassination

It's how much you write
how you write them into or out of the picture
how you react to responses
two camps exist — one relating to symbols
and the other, well … i don't have to spell it out
brands are written in the neurons of people's minds
many have questions
with permission, here’s your answer, and it’s well worth reading

the incessant buzz of planes
Japan points east
the thick skin required to rip the throat out of an unknown enemy
I would love your thoughts and feedback on this

she comes over here n I cant be doin my work for lookin at her
she was still full of Sunday calm
“I smell lizards smell,” she said and I cried a masterpiece

in the morning, as night was drawing down
Renata was emptying the tea leaves
I came to the southern end of a line of coke
there's dangerous nostrils, the pungent aroma of woodsmoke
bean curd cliffs lofty with half-men
a girl w cold hands

“I do moon not nor cow to fear” were her words
“Let me wash yr occasionally dirty hands,” I countered
“You cannot harm a fly” she replied
and threw out her hands

genuinely average fluff
yes that's the point of September
dice monkey
music man
chia pet
a poetic ally
drawing through to the muse

now she and the old man don't write at all
to my mind, sweet, I am far above you
sweetie dubious ludicrous sweetie
but I had a laugh w her
she's like an oversized hat: funny.

Canada
Germany
Japan
France
China
help

infield altruism
chapters increasing
characters race in the background
hairstyle assassination
ethical lunchbox
knee-high antiseptic
ZIP code gallery
highway honeymoon
seminar schemer
chemical relief
role playing chatterbox
bare bones cinematographer

embittered porous beauty
by late afternoon our eyes were red-rimmed with tears
our ears quite attractive
she smiled and waved in return

NYC February 2008

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