Bill Knott
(desire)threadbare(Desires) by Bill Knott

(desire)threadbare(Desires) by Bill Knott

-to S.The light lay in shreds across the bed,only your waking could make it whole;resuming its costume of day, its rolewhich seems to overnight get ragged— Fate latent as weights ...

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(poem) (Chicago) (The Were-Age) by Bill Knott

(poem) (Chicago) (The Were-Age) by Bill Knott

'My age, my beast!' - Osip Mandelstam On the lips a taste of tolling we are blindThe light drifts like dust over facesWe wear masks on our genitalsYou've heard of lighting ...

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2 Futilists by Bill Knott

2 Futilists by Bill Knott

Even if the mountain I climbedProved to be merely a duncecap Itwas only on gaining its peak That that knowledge reached me.*Is there a single inch-- one square millimeter on the ...

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(end) Of Summer (1966) by Bill Knott

(end) Of Summer (1966) by Bill Knott

I'm tired of murdering children.Once, long ago today, they wanted to live;now I feel Vietnam the placewhere rigor mortis is beginning to set-in upon me.I force silence down the ...

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Christmas At The Orphanage by Bill Knott

Christmas At The Orphanage by Bill Knott

But if they'd give us toys and twice the stuff mostparents splurge on the average kid, orphans, I submit, need more than enough; in fact, stacks wrapped with our names nearly ...

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Feeding The Sun by Bill Knott

Feeding The Sun by Bill Knott

One day we notice that the sunneeds feeding. Immediatelya crash program begins: we fill rocketswith wheat, smoke-rings, razorblades, then, after long aiming--they're off. Hulls ...

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Cemetery by Bill Knott

Cemetery by Bill Knott

Who whispers here is forgotten.Saliva's emptiest fruitadorns the stones,words ripening your mouthto a spoilationof silence. Who speaks herereads a text that downloadsthe screen of ...

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Death by Bill Knott

Death by Bill Knott

Going to sleep, I cross my hands on my chest.They will place my hands like this.It will look as though I am flying into myself.

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Fragments From The Beach by Bill Knott

Fragments From The Beach by Bill Knott

(Nonasyllabics) In retrospect the tragic natureof sea is a taste wept too daily,too depleted by freedom's rupture;the eyes have other secrets to seeand deeper use for the ...

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Castration Envy #11 by Bill Knott

Castration Envy #11 by Bill Knott

Tying the pimp in dreams to a lamppost His tuxedo wet with wheedled kisses, can I wake up sucking the footprints of toilets In jails that glitter like crash-dived marquees.A dog ...

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Flashbacks by Bill Knott

Flashbacks by Bill Knott

All it takes is Laura Riding's riding-crop across my butt, and I'm off:Git-up horsie she cries astride me asI crash sweetly onto the carpet.Boredom what an esthetic,cleansing the ...

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Face In The Window by Bill Knott

Face In The Window by Bill Knott

I am a modest house, a house solelynotable for the fact I lived here once.Its brass plaque depicts an oxygen eyein which two pupils of hydrogen dance. Downstairs is where I lit ...

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Sonnet by Bill Knott

Sonnet by Bill Knott

The way the world is notAstonished at youIt doesn't blink a leafWhen we step from the houseLeads me to thinkThat beauty is natural, unremarkableAnd not to be spoken ofExcept in ...

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(desire)threadbare(Desires) by Bill Knott

(desire)threadbare(Desires) by Bill Knott

-to S.The light lay in shreds across the bed,only your waking could make it whole;resuming its costume of day, its rolewhich seems to overnight get ragged— Fate latent as weights ...

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2 Futilists by Bill Knott

2 Futilists by Bill Knott

Even if the mountain I climbedProved to be merely a duncecap Itwas only on gaining its peak That that knowledge reached me.*Is there a single inch-- one square millimeter on the ...

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Escape Plan by Bill Knott

Escape Plan by Bill Knott

I examinemy skinsearching forthe porewith EXITover it

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Goodbye by Bill Knott

Goodbye by Bill Knott

If you are still alive when you read this,close your eyes. I amunder their lids, growing black.

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Hair Poem by Bill Knott

Hair Poem by Bill Knott

Hair is heaven's water flowing eerily over usOften a woman drifts off down her long hair and is lost

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(end) Of Summer (1966) by Bill Knott

(end) Of Summer (1966) by Bill Knott

I'm tired of murdering children.Once, long ago today, they wanted to live;now I feel Vietnam the placewhere rigor mortis is beginning to set-in upon me.I force silence down the ...

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(poem) (Chicago) (The Were-Age) by Bill Knott

(poem) (Chicago) (The Were-Age) by Bill Knott

'My age, my beast!' - Osip Mandelstam On the lips a taste of tolling we are blindThe light drifts like dust over facesWe wear masks on our genitalsYou've heard of lighting ...

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The Hunger by Bill Knott

The Hunger by Bill Knott

If a path to the Gingerbread House could be established by breaking crumbsoff its edifice and sprinkling them so as to find what lies behind usacross the featureless fairytale ...

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Advice From The Experts by Bill Knott

Advice From The Experts by Bill Knott

I lay down in the empty street and parkedMy feet against the gutter's curb while fromThe building above a bunch of gawkers perchedAlong its ledges urged me don't, don't jump.

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An Instructor’s Dream by Bill Knott

An Instructor’s Dream by Bill Knott

Many decades after graduationthe students sneak back ontothe school-grounds at nightand within the pane-lit windowscatch me their teacher at the deskor blackboard cradling a ...

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Compact Dusk by Bill Knott

Compact Dusk by Bill Knott

Here at the height of the day night changeThe color of the sky is uncertain,The sky depending in which directionOne's eye strains, each of its swatches a strange Hue which dies ...

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The Misunderstanding by Bill Knott

The Misunderstanding by Bill Knott

I'm charmed yet chagrined by this misunderstanding-- As when, after a riot, my city's smashed-in stores appear allBoarded up, billboarded over, with ads for wind-insurance. ...

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Poem To Poetry by Bill Knott

Poem To Poetry by Bill Knott

Poetry,you are an electric,a magic, field--like the spacebetween a sleepwalker's outheld arms!

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Ancient Measures by Bill Knott

Ancient Measures by Bill Knott

As much as someone could plow in one dayThey called an acre;As much as a person could die in one instantA lifetime--

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Another Hole For W.R Rodgers by Bill Knott

Another Hole For W.R Rodgers by Bill Knott

Speak like a singularity, a lackresiding deep inside every lock, justpast the point keys can jab: against all thrustmake safe-ensure your door's core is held back,for reckless ...

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Dearth Demise by Bill Knott

Dearth Demise by Bill Knott

Satiety help me I have inhabit of this world. Extant upon its designs to be more aimlessly fluttering at the window, to shadow all the patterns it offers each sun. In frames far ...

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Minor Poem by Bill Knott

Minor Poem by Bill Knott

The only responseto a child's grave isto lie down before it and play dead

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Poem (After Your Death…) by Bill Knott

Poem (After Your Death…) by Bill Knott

After your death,Naomi, your hair will escape to becomea round animal, nameless.

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Heritage by Bill Knott

Heritage by Bill Knott

“...here thy generations endeth in accord.” I physically resemble my motherAnd father and therefore must have beenAdopted, because on my TV screenThe role-children rarely share a ...

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Poem by Bill Knott

Poem by Bill Knott

At your light side trees shyA kneeling enters them

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Self(The Poet PassE)portrait by Bill Knott

Self(The Poet PassE)portrait by Bill Knott

His task to watch an hourglass wash itself,A ritual cleansing that leaves him bare,Though no purification's new enoughTo nullify the need for such labor--Prior soon to repeat, ...

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Poem (Chicago) by Bill Knott

Poem (Chicago) by Bill Knott

'My age, my beast!' - Osip Mandelstam On the lips a taste of tolling we are blindThe light drifts like dust over facesWe wear masks on our genitalsYou've heard of lighting ...

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Excerpts From The Diary Of Damocles by Bill Knott

Excerpts From The Diary Of Damocles by Bill Knott

I don't dare speak too loudly,some timbres could be fatal--that string is not too strongI think: and at times I haveto breathe. Or maybe I fearmy paraphrastic exhalationswill ...

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The Enemy by Bill Knott

The Enemy by Bill Knott

Like everyone I demand to beDefended unto the death of All who defend me, all the World's people I command to Roundabout me shield me, to Fight off the enemy. The Theory is if ...

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Lesson by Bill Knott

Lesson by Bill Knott

Our love has chosen its appropriate gestureWhich when viewed in the midst of all the gesturesIt didn't choose seems almost insignificant.The gesture our love has chosen is ...

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Poem (As Your Light Side Trees Shy…) by Bill Knott

Poem (As Your Light Side Trees Shy…) by Bill Knott

At your light side trees shyA kneeling enters them

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Ledgelife by Bill Knott

Ledgelife by Bill Knott

The taller the monument, the more impatient our luggage. Look, look, a graveyard has fancy dirt. Historians agree: this is the pebble which beaned Goliath.Every billboard is ...

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The Unsubscriber by Bill Knott

The Unsubscriber by Bill Knott

Like all children, you were a de factoMember of the Flat Earth Society,Believing nothing but what you could seeOr touch or whatever sense led act toFruition: mudpies made summer ...

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The Patriots by Bill Knott

The Patriots by Bill Knott

at the edge of the city inthe garbagedump where thetrucks never stop unloadinga crazy congregation stumblesfrom trashmound to trashheapthey smash their fists down onwhatever's ...

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Space by Bill Knott

Space by Bill Knott

From the trees the leaves came downuntil we joined hands with a wandand that act enabled themsomehow then to reach the groundwhere they scuttered round our feeturging the latter ...

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Stress Therapy by Bill Knott

Stress Therapy by Bill Knott

Time, time, time, time, the clockvaccinates us.and then even that lacksprophylaxis. Ticktock-pockmarked, strickenby such strokes, weget sick of prescriptionswhich work solely on ...

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Monopoly by Bill Knott

Monopoly by Bill Knott

Finally the day dawned when a monopoly owned everything in theworldSo it went looking for its stockholders to celebrateBut they were all owned by it they were all dead they ...

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Lifeguard Clinging To A Steeple by Bill Knott

Lifeguard Clinging To A Steeple by Bill Knott

Why are all the survivors of the needle's eyenude, as if their lifethread had disrobedrather than sewn them. Sans coat-fare,we proceed it seems only to precede;birth to burial, ...

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Weltende Variation # ? by Bill Knott

Weltende Variation # ? by Bill Knott

The CIA and the KGB exchange Christmas cardsA blade snaps in two during an autopsyThe bouquet Bluebeard gave his first date rebloomsMany protest the stoning of a guitar ...

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Story Of Or by Bill Knott

Story Of Or by Bill Knott

To pose nakedness isTo refute it. A poseIs a clothes. LikeStanzaic arrangements ofThe word which shouldIdeally, be in pain againstIts w and its d. No slackIs why such heaves of ...

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To Ripley (Alien 1-4) by Bill Knott

To Ripley (Alien 1-4) by Bill Knott

Always your face like a space (Destination: beautiful) ship Empties its mote of closeup trace Down screens that blink blank blip Somewhere between countdown And coma time is a ...

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On A Drawing By Charles Tomlinson by Bill Knott

On A Drawing By Charles Tomlinson by Bill Knott

By a swath of inks the eyethinks it sees soliditieswhich alter with the watercolorway his brush washes its dyein distance, though even thisfinds a faraway fixed notby the ...

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