Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Promises, Promises (The New Yorker, Glamour, Cosmo) Behind the Scenes with Jess Schneider: The Making of a Collage Poem

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Here's a look at what goes into making a collage poem.


Promises, Promises

Salvage what you have left.
Love, loss, longing
Beauty, beauty.
The naked and the dead
Hiding in plain sight.

The nightmare I couldn't have,
Gods and dolls
Dead in the water,
Simply naked
Completely living.

Save us.

Wild child and bad girl sex
Big ideas,
A daughter's revolution.

What's sexy now?
Admit it, you're a
troubled paradise.

Free yourself.

Close ups:


Monday, June 6, 2011

Nourished Tip (made from Garnier Fructis hair color instructions)

Nourished Tip

Your body
Your eyes
Stinging sensation
Poison into pressure
Your skin may burst.

Place your fingertip over
These darkest areas.
Gently massage
Gently to provide best penetration.
Keep in mind
Your skin may burst.

Time is up.
You leave as usual.
The water runs clear
With the same shade.

You never change.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

The New Yorker (made from my rejection email from the editors of the New Yorker)

The New Yorker

We are the editors.
Consider us.

Carry your regret,
Your warmest regret.
Consider the oppertunity
We are unable to regard.
Consider us.

Consider us
And the regret,
the regards,
the work,
the oppertunity,
and the giving
and giving and giving.
Consider us.

Thank you for giving us
The regret we carry.