{"id":4396,"date":"2013-11-17T01:50:12","date_gmt":"2013-11-17T01:50:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sporkpress.com\/?p=4396"},"modified":"2013-11-17T01:50:12","modified_gmt":"2013-11-17T01:50:12","slug":"3-poems-lina-ramona-vitkauskas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/2013\/11\/17\/3-poems-lina-ramona-vitkauskas\/","title":{"rendered":"3 Poems || Lina Ramona Vitkauskas"},"content":{"rendered":"

Dream 3: Caroline Danske Dandridge (1858\u20131914)<\/strong>
\n 
\n 
\n\u201cWhen we strive so hard so conquer
\nVexing sublunary things;
\nWhen we wait and toil and suffer,
\nWe are working for our wings.\u201d
\n 
\nI carry these Saturdays
\nupon my chest, a
\njunk mail cloak.
\n 
\nA fleet of excelsior automobiles
\ngo by\u2014gods & turkeys,
\nbutter & biscuits,
\nsymptoms & tinted glass.
\n 
\nHi there!
\nMe suffocation,
\nme carpentry,
\nme unreasonable &
\nspotting flock & fleece,
\nmeadow & fences.
\n 
\nGod, the folklore sucks here.
\nAnd here, in the thicket,
\nno poultice for my wound,
\nnor little Zuzu bells,
\nonly chambers,
\nkilometers of hearts
\nlaid to dry in the sun     along the road.
\n 
\n 
\n____________________
\nDream 5: The Thin Columbus of Phenomena<\/strong>
\n 
\n\u201cJean Cocteau,\u201d I scream into the phone,
\n\u201cYou are a horrible husband.\u201d
\n 
\nI wander into your home, on film,
\n(again in a movie house)
\n& each wall is an unheard forest of
\nfertile mirrors, there are wardrobes
\nof midnight, & prairie mice upon
\nthe electric grass floors cross themselves
\nbefore the crush of a cycle boy\u2019s boot.
\n 
\nThe ones who strangle all the
\nlittle ones, the ones who walk
\nupside down under ice floes,
\ncome to Jean\u2019s house in Detroit,
\ndistilled yet untamed; minnows & mystery bachelorettes washing ashore.
\n 
\n 
\n____________________
\nDream 6: Birth, School, Work\u2026<\/strong>
\n 
\nPart One<\/em>
\nAn Australian priest resembling
\nFather Guido Sarducci tells me
\nI will soon bear a child
\nnamed Elemotsian.
\n 
\nI push this Elemotsian
\nout of me
\non a stretcher
\nin the hospital hallway.
\n 
\nHe comes out of me,
\nstill,
\nembryo-form,
\na cooked, mini-roasted chicken.
\nYes, headless\u2014
\n& possessing drumsticks
\n& puckered skin where remnants
\nof freshly plucked feathers
\ncan still be seen on the surface.
\n 
\nMy father now at my bedside.
\nMy mother says from somewhere
\nin the room that I should name him
\n\u201cRinglets\u201d
\n 
\nPart Two<\/em>
\nNow at my office\u2014I\u2019m a busy bee.
\nI have places to go.
\nThe nation is counting on me & what foul avis\u2014
\nclipped & brittle claws\u2014can stop me, USA?
\n 
\nI prune this last conversation with the president.
\nI remember the frozen Valentine candy hearts
\nhe gave me\u2014I arranged them like a mosaic on my face.
\n 
\n 
\n____________________
\nLina Ramona Vitkauskas<\/strong> (Lithuanian-American-Canadian) is the author of SPINY RETINAS <\/em>(Mutable Sound, 2014), A Neon Tryst<\/em> (Shearsman Books, 2013); HONEY IS A SHE <\/em> (Plastique Press, 2012); THE RANGE OF YOUR AMAZING NOTHING <\/em> (Ravenna Press, 2010); Failed Star Spawns Planet\/Star <\/em>(dancing girl press, 2006); and Shooting Dead Films with Poets<\/em> (Fractal Edge Press, 2004). She lives in Chicago.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Dream 3: Caroline Danske Dandridge (1858\u20131914)     \u201cWhen we strive so hard so conquer Vexing sublunary things; When we wait and toil and suffer, We are working for our wings.\u201d   I carry these Saturdays upon my chest, a junk mail cloak.   A fleet of excelsior automobiles go by\u2014gods & turkeys, butter & […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,2],"tags":[60],"class_list":["post-4396","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-things","tag-lina-ramona-vitkauskas"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4396","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4396"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4396\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4396"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4396"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4396"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}