On Writing at MoMA PS1 for New York Art Book Fair, Pt I

As part of the New York Art Book Fair at MoMA PS1 this year, I wrote spontaneous and personalized Poem Reflexes for visitors to the Sunview Luncheonette's table with Red76.

Below are spontaneous poems from day one, September 16.

 

Phoebe

One hour of sex
is said to burn
360 calories -- 
think about
how rigorously
you may consume your next lover
because the NYABF is
definitely more like
eating a
doughnut. 

 

Demi

The beach would be
far more appealing
than watching the book fair
crowds
angle their artsy
so hip
hips turned
towards booths of
men, 
paperbacks, 
and plenty of cash. 
Remember to have
money
when you say
Hello. 

 

Julia

Your shirt says: 
"Read.
Fight.
Fuck."
A woman's tote bag said:
"Endless Pools"
A woman had a screaming baby.
Do you know whose rights
were abolished for
art?
Do you think
the trees screamed
to be this
paper? 

 

John

You haven't got an alias yet
because you were one
-- the safety of not
having anyone hear
"H" 
transcends who you
are,
when not Jon
or John
or J.
Who were you in your last life?
A Jack of all trades perhaps?
Don't forget that J
also stands for
just kidding. 

 

Vanessa

What kind of mood
would you be without
your eyebrows?
Do you suppose empathy
would come harder
-- like a gem,
chipped,
but genuine and
certainly not
cubic zirconia --
I think a pound of gumballs
is good value for
empathy,
think of all the quarters. 

 

Allison

They call this room the
"Friendly Fire"
but I wouldn't say I've
been making many
"Friends"
or starting any
"Fires"
but my phone keeps telling me
in siren alarms
that there are people
out there
reaching to touch me
here.