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Saturday, July 1, 2023

Micah Ballard : Process Note #19 : PROCESS NOTE POEMS

The 'process notes' pieces were originally solicited by Maw Shein Win as addendum to her teaching particular poems and poetry collections for various workshops and classes. These process notes in the form of prose poems by Micah Ballard are part of her curriculum for her Poetry Workshop at the University of San Francisco in their MFA Program for Spring semester of 2023.

 

 

 

IN THE VICINITY

If or when they return is the question that seems to be overlooked the most. To say that they’re legion sounds absurd but that’s what they want given how far they’re allowed to travel. Yet to where? The arrival is uneasiness met with no connection. The only lineage is that they come and go without a trace of visibility. Time requires their stain but the imprint is lost through confusion. Their patterns already embroidered for future circumstance, which may or may not occur given one’s allegiance to the orders. To move away from them is to wear a mask that’s lifted as soon as they discover something’s different. They seem to be attracted to moments when there’s a lull in intuition. Seconds are their weapon of choice and each one’s a debut screening in search for a new pattern of replication. When the gift of avoidance works, they still show up in dreams and rations or increases details depending on what weight they decide to offer. Any deliverance from their measure depends upon self-medication of the DIY sort or at least enough space to ride out the impending frequencies in silence. Company helps but it’s never a two-way mirror unless its energy can be transferred to someone else for deciphering. If it does, thought reigns over feeling and the result is the latter being increased by a diminished capacity of the former. They tend to move in opposite directions until their discharge can be experienced through the various mediums given for their release. They prefer not to be named, though their primary one is presently at work.

 

 

BUMPS & HOLLOWS

You start in the middle of a vibration. Things are received in between things and invite you to exist within them. They let you talk and do whatever you want. The requirement is to be there while not being there. Sometimes other presences are in demand and you have to stay in your own lane as invitee or guest of an ordering that doesn’t want to be known or figured out. No one is here for some grand cartography but instead to participate in trusting the light and dark and realize when to snuff out the candles. The ceiling tells me we are ushers among ushers whose only correspondence is with tongues, not knowing who are what they are. Okay. Guess it’s useful to hang out and hang on, no questions. No one likes a rat. Plus, I know there are others before and after with other times and it’s good to get used to their banter. They want you there as much as you do them but won’t admit until last minute. As in “I already became you when you didn’t know me and now you are me without knowing; or, why am I you now and you don’t know; or why are we each other at the same time!?” Lots of declarative questions, i.e. we need to be reminded why we are interested in each other. Fine, I’m totally present. You know more than I know. You know more than I know. You know more than I know. C’mon John Cale, stop skipping. Let me play centerfield on this record!

 

 

 

 

 

Micah Ballard is the author of over a dozen books of poetry including Waifs and Strays (City Lights Books), Afterlives (Bootstrap Press), The Michaux Notebook (FMSBW), Parish Krewes (Bootstrap Press), Selected Prose, 2008-19 (Blue Press), Evangeline Downs (Ugly Duckling Presse), Daily Vigs (Bird & Beckett Books), Vesper Chimes (Gas Meter), Muddy Waters (State Champs), and Negative Capability in the Verse of John Wieners (Bootstrap Press), with a further title forthcoming from above/ground press. He lives in San Francisco with poet Sunnylyn Thibodeaux and their daughter Lorca.

 

Maw Shein Win’s most recent poetry collection is Storage Unit for the Spirit House (Omnidawn) which was nominated for the Northern California Book Award in Poetry, longlisted for the PEN America Open Book Award, and shortlisted for CALIBA’s Golden Poppy Award for Poetry. Win’s previous collections include Invisible Gifts (Manic D Press) and two chapbooks Ruins of a glittering palace (SPA) and Score and Bone (Nomadic Press). Win’s Process Note Series features poets and their process. She is the inaugural poet laureate of El Cerrito, CA and teaches poetry in the MFA Program at the University of San Francisco. Win often collaborates with visual artists, musicians, and other writers and was recently selected as a 2023 YBCA 100 Honoree. Along with Dawn Angelicca Barcelona and Mary Volmer, she is a co-founder of Maker, Mentor, Muse, a new literary community. mawsheinwin.com

Sunday, June 5, 2022

Micah Ballard : Five poems

 

 

 

 

 

CHILDREN OF THE NEW DAWN


Very fentanyl

half a face, the other
diffused of light. Very Avedon

or Penati, a little Modigliani
& off balance. Laughing gas under suspicion

cracking a nail on your zipper
Everything I do is underneath. Cocky, shy

competent and amazingly contradicting
So many poetry snipers

toying around to get even. The old breed
chagrinned into temporary sedation

Very solicitous types
pretty dingy right up to

 

 

 

LAST LINES
 

A guest of a guest of a guest
I include myself only in spirit to own the invisible
for us solicitous types

it's the first step towards vanishing
& a wondrous curse of necessity

intercepting conversations, swallowing all the jewels
ignoring misgivings to see what happens

Intrigue is not your forte, unfortunately it's mine
feral Micah of the many myths

a degenerate potente clouded
by irritating dark drapes and a discovery of accidents

with cardboard launch ramps
& fingernails painted gold, ornamental to the quest

 

 

 

RUN THE NAMES 


Stacking clips

for the viper room changes
from who you are to what you’re doing instead

Flush me out into the open and make a scene of it
prior to being bumped

I preferred celebrity over secrecy too
Having an aptitude for descent never a question

keep the pretenses and be the venue
The windows stay open to allow materialization

All the fabricated hype winds up
dressing down the bravado

& gets stingy with trust like we all do
The idea is to have a way out

& remain a discovery of accidents
whose rhythms of being

are a substratum of unused possibility
Not to enshrine the heist

an interesting life can mean
a greater refund

 

 

BETWEEN VAST NEGOTIATIONS

Extravagant
grotesquerie waiflike
clairvoyant prosecuted for dreams

cribbing forms into party games
suffering spells of neglect

owing to intimidation to taunt
the grim reaper and put the fun in funeral

the surrender a famous silence
of macho existentialism

where the true hatchings are accidental
& the sorcery is torpedoed

into a gamy incoherence
time-released for later

 

 

 

YOUR CALL
 

Fan letters mash notes
spidery lashes toying around
trying to get even something I said worked

& the map goes dark
Feeling pretty Weldon Kees

an insurrectionary spirit invokes a holy rage
to save a lost battle my famous couch never asks why

Any qualms only elevate significance
the game is the same cachet

the invitation is for everyone
All you have to do is wait

& sometimes beat yourself up
The lower you go

the regions get higher

 

 

 

 

Micah Ballard [photo credit: Lorca Ballard] is the author of over a dozen books of poetry including Waifs and Strays (City Lights Books), Afterlives (Bootstrap Press), The Michaux Notebook (FMSBW), Parish Krewes (Bootstrap Press), Selected Prose, 2008-19 (Blue Press), Evangeline Downs (Ugly Duckling Presse), Daily Vigs (Bird & Beckett Books), Vesper Chimes (Gas Meter), and Negative Capability in the Verse of John Wieners (Bootstrap Press). He also recently co-edited G U E S T #21 : Castle Guestskull (above/ground press, 2022) with Garrett Caples. He lives in San Francisco with poet Sunnylyn Thibodeaux and their daughter Lorca.

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