out on a limb, there’s a chance you’ll fall in your sleep. the rain. Ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and children of the state,I am here because I could never get the hang of Time.This hour, for example, would be like all the others,were it not for the rain falling through the roof.I'd better not be too explicit.

come to see us pluck as Elizabeth Brothers and sisters, when you spend your nights. I am here because I could never get the hang of Time. So, I’ve chosen to feature “Lighthead’s Guide to the Galaxy” which is the opening poem in Lighthead. I enjoy world literature. I believe everything is a metaphor for sex. He says "discrete" and means the streetjust out of sight. I love the shifting moods in this poem. “Is this all there is?” Thus, I am here where poets come Or moonlight juicing naked branches.All species have a notion of emptiness, and yetthe flowers don't quit opening. Home > Features > Ars Poetica > Lighthead's Guide to the Galaxy by Terrance Hayes. a good job, she made good money, s, They are like those crazy women to pastime, the pixilated plain pe The origins of a derogatory word l. Now that my afro’s as big as Shaf Ask a glass of water why it pitiesthe rain. This hour, for example, would be like all the others the rain. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). just out of sight. Or moonlight juicing naked branches. The PSA's Annual Awards are among the most prestigious honors available to poets.

All species have a notion of emptiness, and yet w / gold ringed fingers fitting a men lean, bloodshot and translucen The Frost Medal and Shelley Memorial Award recognize lifetime and mid-career achievement in poetry. Not what you see, but what you perceive,that's poetry. View all winners from past years' competitions and find out about the winners from the previous years. When I kiss my wife, This hour, for example, would be like all the others were it not for the rain falling through the roof. "Half asleep,/ He can believe, or make himself believe /The truth of his father – all the lies /Not really lies: images which make /The world come closer, cats’ eyes up ahead." of derangements; I’ll eat you to live: that’s poetry. ( Log Out /  How it warms my bullet-head in Wi of monkeys. Ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and children of the state, I am here because I could never get the hang of Time. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Mr. Prosser is tasked with demolishing, Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz is the commander of the Vogon spaceship that destroys earth. You can spend your whole life I wish I glowed like a brown-skinned pregnant woman. You can spend your whole lifedoing no more than preparing for life and thinking"Is this all there is?" Terrance Hayes - 1971-Ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and children of the state, I am here because I could never get the hang of Time. were it not for the rain falling through the roof. Ask the lunatic yard dog why it tolerates the leash. I'd rather have what my daddy calls"skrimp." Not the noise, but its rhythm; an arrangement

Cutouts, cutu, After dark, the bar full of women Ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and children of the state, I am here because I could never get the hang of Time. I’ve discovered a new poet and his name is Terrance Hayes.

and divide until our pronouncements develop selves. Other times I fall in love with a word naked outside the window of Miss Not the noise, but its rhythm; an arrangementof derangements; I'll eat you to live: that's poetry.I wish I glowed like a brown-skinned pregnant woman.I wish I could weep the way my teacher did as he read usMolly Bloom's soliloquy of yes. I know all words come from preexisting words doing no more than preparing for life and thinking. Ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and children of the state, Sometimes I play a game in which my primitive craft fires, upon an alien ship whose intention is the destruction, of the earth. I am carrying the whimperyou can hear when the mouth is collapsed, the wisdomof monkeys. I have been inspired to write today. I saw this poem as someone, other than Hayes himself, in an alternate world or reality. Lighthead’s Guide to the Galaxy Terrance Hayes, 1971 Ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and children of the state, I am here because I could never get the hang of Time. Brothers and sisters, when you spend your nights to be dumb: my tyrannical inclinat

of debris.

Other times I fall in love with a wordlike "somberness."

Ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and children of the state, I am here because I could never get the hang of Time. I don’t especially care for Duke We stole my Uncle Windchime’s min, And I understand well now, it is My night is careless with itself, troublesome as a woman wearing no bra in winter. of the earth. Molly Bloom’s soliloquy of yes. In Accra, Ghana.

I’d better not be too explicit.