Letters From Robots

these are things from diana salier.

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40 LIKELY TO DIE BEFORE 40: THE FIRST ALT LIT ANTHOLOGY

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so stoked to be part of this upcoming anthology from Civil Coping Mechanisms

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moved into a new house on the web // let's make something together!

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Fault is sending poem txts every day in March // they published mine on Day 1  // 

Get yours here! http://www.ƒault.net/contacts/new

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This Tuesday - my 1st reading of 2014, at the Makeout Room in SF! What the hell do I like? Find out I guess. 

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holidaze poem swap

The Sophies // Amy Berkowitz

My high school had two Sophies. They were seniors when I was a freshman and I quietly adored them. They listened to Bikini Kill and wore as little as possible. My favorite Sophies outfit was two tube tops: one as a shirt and one as a skirt. The school administrators were always calling one or the other into the principal's office for... what, exactly? Our school didn't have a dress code. It was the kind of school where you'd have to set your electric guitar on fire in the hallway in order to get suspended. The Sophies were expressing a disregard for our serious learning environment. The Sophies were distracting the other students. The Sophies were putting themselves in a vulnerable position. Sometimes they sent the Sophie home, sometimes made her put on clothes from the lost and found. While one Sophie was waiting to speak to the principal, the other was stalking the halls with her long legs, bare shoulders, and tight lycra. Holding down the fort, making the debate team swoon, keeping the hallways a safe place to be dangerous and cool

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hello hello

been absent from writing + poems + stuff  working on stuff with Swells this is a demo of one of our new tunes. more of our shit is here - soundcloud.com/weareswells facebook.com/swellsband

rad

[therumpus]

“every morning

you’re not here

rapping bubba sparxxx

grabbing my flat ass

to wake me up

i grab it myself

i can’t rap

i don’t wake up”

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“i found you, ms. new booty," a poem from Wikipedia Says It Will Pass by Diana Salier, reviewed at The Rumpus by Jeff Alessandrelli.

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let's make love like it's 12.20.12

[ this poem is about to become irrelevant ]

let's make love like it's 12.20.12 2012 is coming   is the world going to end if it is then it is  and i'll die when i'm 26 i had this girlfriend once  we made an emergency escape plan that if  california broke apart from the rest  of these united states     we'd walk down the street to each other's apartments     and reunite among the chaos assuming we still had legs and were still on speaking terms after we broke up there was an earthquake  and the next time i saw her i said  did you feel the earthquake     and she said   did you think of our emergency escape plan and i was embarrassed but it was too late to go back and she says   baby i knew you were scared  and wants to hold me   once i was playing a game and this iphone ad said we could all use more hugs and kisses but if the world ends on 12 21 12 hugs and kisses are not gonna stop it

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this is my favorite poem

i haven't posted in forever and i'm not here to weigh in on the alt-lit discussion, just wanted to give you my favorite poem ever because i've been trying to write and i have a lot on my mind and i feel like i'm on the verge of something possibly -

Morning by Frank O'Hara

I've got to tell you how I love you always I think of it on grey mornings with death in my mouth the tea is never hot enough then and the cigarette dry the maroon robe chills me I need you and look out the window at the noiseless snow At night on the dock the buses glow like clouds and I am lonely thinking of flutes I miss you always when I go to the beach the sand is wet with tears that seem mine although I never weep and hold you in my heart with a very real humor you'd be proud of the parking lot is crowded and I stand rattling my keys the car is empty as a bicycle what are you doing now where did you eat your lunch and were there lots of anchovies it is difficult to think of you without me in the sentence you depress me when you are alone Last night the stars were numerous and today snow is their calling card I'll not be cordial there is nothing that distracts me music is only a crossword puzzle do you know how it is when you are the only passenger if there is a place further from me I beg you do not go

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When you realize someone already wrote something similar to the poem you are writing, and that their poem is way better

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this made me LOL

or chuckle out loud

COL

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[banangolit]

BY: JUSTIN CARTER

Diana Salier contributes to this blog & one time we started a collaboration that I never finished working on because I am really bad at finishing shit. Hey Diana, will email you later with 90s lyrics. Okay. Okay.

I said that because I am really biased & should not be...

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i spent the weekend in seattle with all these attractive northwest folks and then blogged about it

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AVAILABLE NOW

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Poetry collections are tricky. Poets are tricky, to be precise, but more on that later. I flip through poetry collections like a child in search of buried treasure in their backyard, always looking for that elusive line that draws me in and makes me decide, yes, I want to read this, I want to...

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THIS IS ME IN MY PAJAMAS  (PORTLAND, OR) READ MORE ON MY BLOG CLICK IT AND SHIT

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Portland - Day 2.