Kim Rosenfield, Excerpts from Verbali
Recuperate krylon cocoa
The marriage must be celebrated. I unite 1/2 oleo with
the Noble Old! The Noble
Let me lead you to the base of the brain of the cocoa. Distilled 100% in mother-bath and limbic ram. Each time a stoppered bottle comes to penetrate the plantagenates of cocoa, from that thing in the memory, to a time when the earth will be perfumed with cocoa.
The Cult of Cocoa
The cult of Cocoa signifies a belief in gusto and
DON’T SLEEP but combat the logic of the marketplace which has produced a uniform taste and almost extinction of cocoa. DON’T SLEEP but rise up from the forest and press on the art of respect and patrimonial genetics of each variety borne on an ecosystem complete and delicate. The noble and oily seeds of the Ancient and New Worlds.
DON’T SLEEP but be a protagonist in this romance of the knight of cocoa”
DON’T SLEEP – bear the logo of cocoa – the rose of cocoa – the corsair flag, all integral ambience. The forested heritage raining commercialized national genes
DON’T SLEEP but be recognized throughout the world for cruel originality
92% of the harvest of the world will be less pregnant (a bottom taste of razzmatazz and astringency, a grade of superior fermentation)
In this great centennial year, cocoa lives in a salvaged state, declining the best from a vital circle. Interdependent, needing the shade of the banana tree and humid earth
Give me mud, parrots, and small meatballs which are the favorites of cocoa. Gas, abandoned and gushing from the decomposing fruit of the brain. Safeguards signify the extinction of pocket-space from the hands of men. Durations of tonsillitis materializing in a war in which we can’t loose our heads. Undesirable dispersions of viscosity
DON’T SLEEP but be natural and rich like a fruit in season
Why are secondary aromas so important?
Esmereldas, warm tropical scent.
Frankness, the synthesis of the 3 balances of elegance
thanks to a soft, fine brush stroke
(Grazie per pensare)
Best Wishes to all you enamourds
Love is an aspect of perfume splendour lacquer
Venus cleanses and tones people who take by the hand their
(The weasel with a branch of rue)
Victory loves care
Like every year, you risk to create a speculative. One of the major curiosities will be the presence of the subconscious of Luciano Pavorotti (and Caroline of Monaco who milks her son with love)
Another year and the pharmacy becomes indispensible. Panorama of medicine. After having mated a giraffe’s head with a woman of the world and three months before the state proclaimed him the sexiest man of the year, this fascinating actor crescendos (contrary to fathers, doting, and steely auto-controlled)
No. A woman with propane in the dreams of her desires
emphatically adds acid to the presence of another woman and of a child.
The public feminine, a night of underdog love
What estate becomes a city of the world?
Impaired, strange language, important for your tomorrows
I am woman
I will continue on this road to master my passions
(A proverb recited each night, with every scandal, will ensure 3 days of marvels)
In this region, in this world of ours, rich in grain and rubbed evidently with emotion, is truly the marvel of our fugue. With its negative and positive polarities like a manifesto of all animal states complete and befogged, resuscitated from memorabilia. That is to say, from the most beautiful person that can provoke admiration and joy, in a word, blitz
Marvels are not a simple surprise. Nor a co-payment for closure in time. An alabaster core with something that we cannot visit but evaporates into quasi-existence. Many volts to treat a funny piston
Bio: Kim Rosenfield is the author of 3 chapbooks of poetry: Some of Us (Ouija Madness Press) published when she was 15, Rx and cool clean chemistry (Leave Books), and A Self-Guided Walk (Object Editions poetscoop). Her most recent book, Good Morning—Midnight— is forthcoming from Roof Books in the fall of 2001.
She has been an editor for Shiny and Object magazines and was included in the Sun & Moon Gertrude Stein Awards in Innovative American Poetry 1993-94. Her work has appeared in numerous magazines and journals including Object, Shiny, Torque, Crayon, and Chain.
Since 1995, Rosenfield has been working on a collaborative project, 2,000 Insults, with the painter Jean Foos. She spent the millennium year living in Florence, and currently lives in NYC with her husband, poet Robert Fitterman, and their daughter Coco. She is also a psychotherapist in private practice.