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Jon Cone


XII POEMS Grillparzer paid even the Doge’s Palace no more than a distinctly grudging respect. Despite its delicately crafted arcades and turrets, he wrote, the Doge’s palace was inelegant and reminded him of a crocodile. W.G. Sebald (tr. Michael Hulse)
SMOG O hack, hack, hack amid the glaze of a Los Angeles noon! JAMES ELROY IS WRITING THE BOOK TO A MUSICAL ABOUT THE EARLY DAYS OF ROCK N ROLL IN THE CITY OF LOST ANGELS The time has come Theo Wall & Russ my lawyers said, To speak of my agent Benny Kay Schwing, Of songs vis-à-vis hits and purloined tracks, Of saxophones and bling. AFFIRMATION YOU are beautiful and YOU are YOU. And if the person YOU are with does not value YOU for who YOU are — That person is a right piece of shit. MODERN EDUCATION The universe is one. That’s what the ‘uni’ part means: one. Dumbass. KOAN Two baristas are arguing. A Zen monk walks up to them. “Where does Death go during Milan Fashion Week?” the monk asks. “Fuck off?” say the two baristas simultaneously. Everyone is enlightened. THAT ONE CRITIC IN EVERY CROWD I have heard the mermaids singing each to each. Grrrrrrrrrrrr. They’re fish, damn it! Fish do not do song. PYTHAGORAS                The case of Pythagoras is mysterious. Whatever one makes of him, he was an incredible human ancestor                Incredible He gave us this: a2+b2=c2                Apart from its standing as an example of revealed knowledge                it is also a poem of transcendent beauty that obliterates the need for discursive language while providing                a perfectly abstract tool that nevertheless applies to the fallen material world CHESS In Tibet, the Lion was used for the King and the Tiger was used for the Queen — and the Camel was used for the Bishop; in Arabia, the Blackbird was used for the Rook; in Burma, the Monkey was used for the Pawn. Other animals such as the acana, crocodile dog, dragon, giraffe, and the unicorn also have been used around the world at different times as substitutes for modern chess figures. At least that is what I’ve discovered by browsing Byrne J. Horton’s Dictionary of Modern Chess (1959). WINTER The shops are all closed. No glistening stollen. Snow blows down the empty street like smoke. One thousand miles away a young poet writes in her notebook and her words burst into flowers of pure light. In Paris Rilke studied the panther at the ménagerie du Jardin des plantes. Concentrate. Erupt like some genus from the deep. Back home winds shake the grey timbers like trains passing by. JAZZ First time I heard Eric Dolphy play bass clarinet I knew I was hearing something special — it was far out, it was wild! I couldn’t tell you nothing except that whatever it was I just heard I wanted to sound like that too. PORTRAIT OF A PHILOSOPHER Wittgenstein enlisted in the Austrian army in the First World War. He wondered at the coolness of his English friends and colleagues. In his private notebooks, he recorded when he masturbated and when he worked on his philosophical treatise. Having nothing in common with his fellow soldiers: Wittgenstein found them brutal and boorish, nearly impossible to bear. Therefore, he suffered loneliness. TOAST I drink to having survived one more year another loss, another loss, another; I drink to animals, our friends — and books, and pens and paper, and words — the altogether accidental ordinaire of things. I drink to the mad artists who gave us visions that somehow saved us, that made us alert in the rain — I drink to rain at night, and thunder — to snow and winds that sound like trains passing by. I drink to sunrise in summer — I raise my glass and drink to dawn, to dusk & coffee, if it here be allowed, I drink a toast to thee — I drink to love, tears and laughs, and life in all its urgency.
Jon Cone is a poet, playwright, editor, prose writer, and manuscript consultant who lives in Iowa City, Iowa. He can be followed on Twitter @JonCone.
 
 
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