Poems by Eileen Myles
Flowers Flowersare out all over New York. Every deli tonight is lit with mad daffodils jonquils baby’s breath eucalyptus pussy willow blasts of cox comb roses, irises. It’s Spring. I pick pink gerber daisies. I pick two then begin veering off into hotter pink-orange flowers then white, no red. The mix is a mess. I throw back the difference & slip in another daisy — fully pink then another one. A big pink group — surefire same- ness is good. It’s strong. In the car they look yellow you said No pink. Really? I’m freaking out. We turn on the light. You won.
Rosie’s Poem you’reright it’s a beautiful wagon low weekly races a pile person who is my lover in Rapid City hello Motel 6 the 2 of the lightning I’m curbing Bio: Eileen Myles was born in Cambridge, MA in 1949. In 1974, she moved to New York where she studied poetry with Paul Violi, Alice Notley and Ted Berrigan. She edited the magazine, Dodgems, from 1977 to 1979 and directed the St. Mark’s Poetry Project from 1984 to 1986. She also co-edited The New Fuck You: Adventures in Lesbian Reading (Semiotext(e), 1995) with Liz Kotz. Her books include Chelsea Girls (Black Sparrow, 1994), School of Fish (Black Sparrow, 1997), Not Me (Semiotext(e), 1999) and On My Way (Faux Press, 2001). |