tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62824122011-04-21T20:43:35.259-07:00The First StepsPoems, Unheard Music and Prose ObservationsMax Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1161994437627080462006-10-27T17:13:00.000-07:002006-10-27T17:13:58.543-07:00Chronicles of a Queer API: The Testosterone FilesMax Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1157919404923979242006-09-10T13:14:00.000-07:002006-09-10T13:19:06.696-07:00My new blog is: The Wolf Man Howls A new website will follow. This blog will most likely be allowed to "float" in space. If I update, it will be a surprise, but mostly, I will be on the other blog.Max Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1156656898454217922006-08-26T22:34:00.000-07:002006-08-26T22:34:58.453-07:00I will be deleting this blog soon, but saving some of the text for my new blog and website. All will be announced in time.Max Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1127009726796509582005-09-17T19:14:00.000-07:002005-09-17T19:22:30.426-07:00Conversation with Mad King Seth of the Hotel Rotor Auto- Max Wolf Valerio 8-21-9-8/98Opera - never got me going.I have tried to listen to it but it doesn't fit into my ears.I think possibly they are too long ortoo square or-that a rotund object juts above my sweltering aversive fresh and indiscrete tingling weightand wigglehaunted POSITIONS I want to Max Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1127009494398657272005-09-17T19:07:00.000-07:002005-09-17T19:11:34.403-07:00Walking into the Crossroadsa black line crosses the alleybehind my backa long, thin spoon bendsa wand into clever and eliteproportionstuning fork emissionsforce sounds octaves below deep woundsglands retreat and bayMax Wolf Valerio July 11-2000rev. Aug - 3- 2002Max Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1116653789533703472005-05-20T22:36:00.000-07:002006-08-26T22:32:19.700-07:00Conversation with an Old Ghost who Smoked- Max Wolf Valerio 8-21-9-8/98 Now I have always had hope I couldn't be defined - know what I mean? Like all those who come over before myself. Spontaneous with a wig of crackersand ice. A stinking spire with rolling guns in mouth.Max Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1116136885023139762005-05-14T22:57:00.000-07:002005-05-14T23:08:58.106-07:00in under moon harp songs Still sex leakpilotair notation number freesoloair bytemicrophones bent to hair poodlesmetastic elementals society myperfect viewvis-a-ta-tion -- visibility invisible vise --highrise moon goddess put me on hold and punctuate meMax Wolf ValerioMay 14, 2005Max Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1098960572604758072004-10-28T03:48:00.000-07:002004-10-28T14:21:02.006-07:00Written upon the Lunar Eclipse
the moon
--blood, spinal tissue, hearing –
Suspended above the large, irregularly shaped black domes
by cat string
---- sliding back and forth –
amazed and glorious -- red as fire
on--sight --- targeted
swollen with
temperature and Max Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1098679517388466192004-10-24T21:44:00.000-07:002004-10-28T04:14:46.353-07:00
Instruction to the Horned Eater and Watcher ---------- Courage
so instructions are given and forgiven and forgotten
ice breaks --- hot ash -- the window -- rampant
above Scorpio -- an eclipse tastes --
abundance
above the Max Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1098678718804006492004-10-24T21:26:00.000-07:002004-10-24T21:38:33.456-07:00Judges of War
Max Wolf Valerio
Written - June 7 - 1998
in the house of
judges
the lamps are
lit with
pink
lights
girls play on
dulcimers
the boys eat rock candy and
play at bombing
enemy villages
the satellites tip in
the evening
unseen from the ground
and suck up sounds from
primal fires
the lights of disaster are in our eyes
swelling out of proportion to the Max Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1097815800692894802004-10-14T21:43:00.000-07:002004-10-14T21:50:00.693-07:00For Gloria Anzaldua –My friend and Mentor--
In the late seventies, when I was 21, I read a poem about the Wind in Dolores Park at a group reading. That afternoon, I met Gloria Anzaldua. Although she was also protected by Yemeya, who is the ocean and the mother, Gloria had many of the qualities of Oya -- who manifests as wind. Like Oya, she was a warrior, and a fearless revolutionary -- a Max Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1096051238270556042004-09-24T11:38:00.000-07:002004-09-24T11:40:38.270-07:00Beings
in the vault -
descended from money
from garbage and from
gesticulations of garbage
these beings --
look to us for guidance
when we are
adoring
the rings and ladders
of the other
twelve
idols ---
arithmetic and sedatives
warnings --
and songs that are
preliterate ---
primal announcements
that night is long and pure and unending in its violence
the Max Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1087456958176412172004-06-17T00:21:00.000-07:002004-06-17T00:32:01.500-07:00After Work Poem - Three-A (2001)
The best of all possible worlds
is the conundrum.
Cliff hanger
wall banger
stiff upper-lipped singer
desirable as a swanky suit
ankles and hands folded as if in prayer ---
Welterweight push
on a gravel beach --
over pearl-ridden centuries groping our infatuations
for a clue, or a piece of the action
inside --outside -- turn on --
Max Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1087456711771790772004-06-17T00:17:00.000-07:002004-06-17T00:19:24.693-07:00After work poem One ( 2001)
torsion after work computers
mumble
cliff endangered Republican wad spinner
bare-knuckled
grace
of whining cellos
Thick-necked wing span
barbeQ Barbie
in and out
of hi-fi heaven…
Max Wolf Valerio - (c) July 23rd - 2001Max Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1087456283615110102004-06-17T00:09:00.000-07:002004-06-17T00:31:00.923-07:00After Work Poem Two (2001)
After work is done
we break a bullet
in the ape hole
washing our eyes
we slowly unfold the lids
spurs and spare parts
hum on white ladders--
a holy vehicle evaporates
in the warm, summer air
we attempt
as night abandons its pretenses
to codify our impressions
leaping into tethers
words become elusive
instincts
separate into
chemical digits
around a Max Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1087456091752698182004-06-17T00:06:00.000-07:002004-06-17T00:13:17.206-07:00After Work Poem 3 --(from 2001)
my forehead--
a longing to know more than I
already do
A fear that I might already
know too
much
when it's time to fight--
working in a dense web of metal rings and glass tubes
I am silent and aware only
of syringes and faces
Consumers'
transparent
features traced on delicate eggshell
explosives
their nasal voices repeat the pleading--
tar-ribbed Max Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1087455862909800852004-06-17T00:01:00.000-07:002004-06-17T00:14:40.803-07:00After Work Poem Four - (2001)
A soap box
residue
on tinker bell's plastic wand---
stale smell of darts and
beer
police float in and out of cafeterias --
their intentions appear
monotonous and tone-deaf
we all wait for the apparition
hoping our photographs of the picnic table will capture
the tipsy doodling
features crowned by pale
blue
thimbles and
staccato, floating
forms
Max Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1086860296356088632004-06-10T02:33:00.000-07:002004-06-10T02:38:16.356-07:00Well, writing is going along well, primarily new poems.
I am still not getting the spacing right on this blog, but -- I will. I have had no patience for it, but eventually, I'll get to it. So, I am attempting to approximate the correct spacing with dashes. It's no substitute for the actual stuff, but - it helps to give you an idea of what I am doing.
Space is for the eye, and the ear. It Max Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1086683743481347252004-06-08T01:32:00.000-07:002004-06-10T18:13:36.130-07:00exiled cow
was in a quorum with quill face woman
and decided that laughter
was the best way to end exile
or was it a good way to make up for traffic tickets?
-- comedy school...
Who's laughing now?
And, at what?
The showdown begins --
a laugh emporium -- a fat slaughterhouse of laughing
pale graceless faces licking up the pedestal
--- my lonesome Max Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1081289311853084662004-04-06T15:07:00.000-07:002004-05-05T23:26:10.653-07:00Wound Flaming and Transforming an Angel into Heaven --
1
a wound – flaming
in the doorframe –
noiseless webs slender and moving in wind
broken
angles of motion
defiance
the brutal, potent and final
combinations -- a stabbing dreaming heaven --
2
scintillating
trickster fluid before a mute
object withholding desire --
my mindMax Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1079956438271178052004-03-22T03:52:00.000-08:002004-03-23T11:32:11.560-08:00 To All --
I know I've been slow to post - I'm gathering momentum gradually. Watch for edits and changes as I get the linebreaks on these things right eventually (let's hope)... Another poem -- from a series.... and hot off the press! Enjoy.
___________________________________________________
SEEING ---
if in the swift darkness
I should trip
let every stinging eyeMax Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1076443359089239642004-02-10T11:52:00.000-08:002004-02-10T12:07:58.576-08:00To my invisible audience:
Yes, I've been writing lately, and -- apparently, * I'm in love! *
Some poems relate to this new driving force - a kind of force of nature, and others are at least somewhat independent of its narcotic-like influence. However, I believe - very few are actually entirely free of being at least, subtly informed - if not - drenched - by the quiet and overpowering Max Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1074767918908556422004-01-22T02:44:00.000-08:002004-02-11T01:06:48.936-08:00Poems for this week - by Max Wolf Valerio -
Note: I'm still working on these damn line breaks in this blog!!!! Will change as the spacing and indentation of line breaks as shown isn't accurate.
All the following poems were written in '97 -- in a cluster... Fast -- and then, later - application of thought and time brought them into a tightening clarity and sharp image... Sound dreams escape Max Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1073562261831986832004-01-08T02:02:00.000-08:002004-02-06T01:44:25.263-08:00My dear friend, fellow writer and poet Byron Perrin died on Monday, Dec. 29th at 4:00 PM - CST, appx. I knew Byron for over 24 years, since I was a mere 22. I read poetry with him as a featured reader at The Intersection for the Arts. I was then, a hyperconfident poetkid (he said, "the most confident kid reader I'd ever seen"), yet guileless and fresh in the city. We did the poetry thing Max Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282412.post-1073218908757557482004-01-04T04:02:00.000-08:002004-01-04T04:36:53.356-08:00Welcome to my new blog! It's January 4th, 2003 - and after midnight. This will take a bit of time to build momentum. I'm Max Wolf Valerio...
I'm a poet, and have also written essays and a memoir; I'm starting to write short stories. I enjoy the performative aspect of writing, and have worked in the past with bands -- primarily punk type bands. However, its all got to be able to go down Max Wolf Valeriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757488236829129275noreply@blogger.com