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[chincaglierie]

The Drink - I am always interested in the people in films who have just had a drink thrown in their faces. Sometimes they react with uncontrollable rage, but sometimes-my favorites-they do not change their expressions at all. Instead they raise a handkerchief or napkin and calmly dab at the offending liquid, as the hurler jumps to her feet and storms away. The other people at the table are understandably uncomfortable. A woman leans over and places her hand on the sleeve of the man's jacket and says, "David, you know she didn't mean it." David answers, "Yes," but in an ambiguous tone-the perfect adult response. But now the orchestra has resumed its amiable and lively dance music, and the room is set in motion as before. Out in the parking lot, however, Elizabeth is setting fire to David's car. Yes, this is a contemporary film.

Ron Padgett

[smallpressdistribution]

OMG! Did you know that The Song Cave just released Ron Padgett's MOTOR MAIDS ACROSS THE CONTINENT? This novella is more than than 50 years in the making. Some parts were even released in Ted Berrigan's magazine "C". Dang!!!! Pick up a copy at spdbooks.org. #ronpadgett #thesongcave #novella #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poet (at Small Press Distribution)

[avec]

Prose Poem ("The morning coffee.")

by Ron Padgett The morning coffee. I'm not sure why I drink it. Maybe it's the ritual of the cup, the spoon, the hot water, the milk, and the little heap of brown grit, the way they come together to form a nail I can hang the day on. It's something to do between being asleep and being awake. Surely there's something better to do, though, than to drink a cup of instant coffee. Such as meditate? About what? About having a cup of coffee. A cup of coffee whose first drink is too hot and whose last drink is too cool, but whose many in-between drinks are, like Baby Bear's por- ridge, just right. Papa Bear looks disgruntled. He removes his spectacles and swivels his eyes onto the cup that sits before Baby Bear, and then, after a discrete cough, reaches over and picks it up. Baby Bear doesn't understand this disruption of the morning routine. Papa Bear brings the cup close to his face and peers at it intently. The cup shatters in his paw, explodes actually, sending fragments and brown liquid all over the room. In a way it's good that Mama Bear isn't there. Better that she rest in her grave beyond the garden, unaware of what has happened to the world.

[macchinesemplici66]

Ron Padgett risponde con una poesia alla domanda, cos’è la poesia? Su Non praticare il Cannibalismo, 100 poesie, Del Vecchio Editore #ronpadgett #nonpraticareilcannibalismo #100poesie #delvecchioeditore #poesia #poetry #poesiaamericana #ronpadgettpoetry #book #bookstagram #poetrycommunity #macchinesemplici (presso Villa Comunale di Atri) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cbm69H4o-0M/?utm_medium=tumblr

[murotar]

Look at that bird over there. […] Make eye contact with a tree. […] Keep your childish self alive. (#ronpadgett) . #filmisnotdead #analog #filmphotography #shotonfilm

[hamada-takeshi]

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[avec]

Fixation

– Ron Padgett

It's not that hard to climb up on a cross and have nails driven into your hands and feet. Of course it would hurt, but if your mind were strong enough you wouldn't notice. You would notice how much farther you can see up here, how there's even a breeze that cools your leaking blood. The hills with olive groves fold in to other hills with roads and huts, flocks of sheep on a distant rise. 

[wallflowerfromsaturn]

We have plenty of matches in our house / We keep them on hand always / Currently our favourite brand / Is Ohio Blue Tip / Though we used to prefer Diamond Brand / That was before we discovered / Ohio Blue Tip matches / They are excellently packaged / Sturdy little boxes / With dark and light blue and white labels / With words lettered / In the shape of a megaphone / As if to say even louder to the world / Here is the most beautiful match in the world / It’s one-and-a-half-inch soft pine stem / Capped by a grainy dark purple head / So sober and furious and stubbornly ready / To burst into flame / Lighting, perhaps the cigarette of the woman you love / For the first time / And it was never really the same after that