Let’s get this party started right.

November 30, 2006 at 3:51 pm | In poetry | 6 Comments

I’m ready for my close-up. And a poem:

You Will Enter History

But not as you imagined it,
sweet pea. Forget
the temple rumbling, the verboten
statues lurching off their pedestals,
the corny punkoid soundtrack
cranked up to its predictable crescendo.

And is that you, boy god, all golden
in a beam of light? Nah, not really.

Let’s imagine
that it’s any normal day.
You’ve shaved your own head
in a touching but unnecessary
fit of loyalty.

Now it’s up to me
to slip you out of full Nazi regalia
and into something chic
but spiritually comfortable,
like a lit candle
and the wild fear in your eye.

You will enter history
as a line of black-cowled monks
enters a monastery,
without a word, my sweet, without
a backwards kiss goodbye.
–Rachel Loden

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Do I get to be the first to say “welcome”??

Comment by Amber — December 1, 2006 #

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petit, did you get a blog????? Is this you???

welcome welcome welcome!!! :p

Comment by brownfemipower — December 1, 2006 #

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yes, it’s really me! thanks lovely ladies!

Comment by petitpoussin — December 1, 2006 #

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Motherfuckin’ POUSSIN is in the house, representin’ the 215, the 412, whateverthefuck London and New Zealand, the 808, and please jeebus the 718, also representin’ motherfuckin’ VAGINAS, and their various supporters, motherfuckin’ ROE, motherfuckin’ JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE, and my motherfucking RIGHT TO CHOOSE not to listen to him, fuckin’ porno-if-your-into-that, my right to hyphenate, fucking girl-on-top sex; she’s representin’ contemporary god damn POETRY, having Emily Dickenson’s undead babies, hyperbole when necessary and ANALogies, jargon and neologisms, thus jism, fucking activism and sticking it to the GOP, protecting every blessed minority and then shocking the club with karaoke like MARVIN GAY, every turntable and microphone in Europe, every leg warmer in the States, motherfuckin’ VEGETARIAN LASAGNA, Jem and the god damn Holograms, and moving homeless people everywhere up out of their motherfuckin’ boxes. Despite these various good deeds, if there’s hell below petitpoussin’s gonna GO. Put your damn hands together. Motherfucking ICE CREAM.

Comment by Jane Awake — December 1, 2006 #

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well done!

Comment by antiprincess — December 4, 2006 #

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Awesome.

The poem. And the blog.

Am smiling over my mild darjeeling.

Comment by natasha — December 5, 2006 #

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