By brianwillems

Brian Willems is an American lecturing in British and Irish literature at the University of Split, Croatia. You can find some of his work in Pindeldyboz, 42opus, Milk Magazine, Yankee Pot Roast, Uber and others, or just visit his website.

A COLLECTION OF POEMS

Untitled (ice cap) If you went to a polar ice cap as an explorer or whatever and found a woman encased in ice looking up, mouth open, yellow robe maybe she even has a shield would you, tired and itchy, think of her as an Ideal, fall to fighting your companions to the death over the hard cool promise of fidelity, or, sticking to your guns, circle the ice shard watch her staid lips and say it’s only science? — Untitled (humans) When humans are a simple glance in a museum they shine — Untitled (whalebone) Slices of whalebone gently…

FREQUENTER LIST 2006: BRIAN WILLEMS

– PART I: A HAIKU – The arrow in your brain pointing to “You are Here!” covers where you stand – PART II: TEN LINKS – 1: A story of mine, “Caravaggio’s Rothko”, which features a graph. (link) 2: Another story of mine, “The Spiders of Prague”, which contains a lion. (link) 3: Web del Sol. Great hub for writers. (link) 4: Things Magazine. Lots of links (and an amazing print mag). (link) 5: Tringo. Part Tetris, part bingo (sort of). My high score is 275. (link) 6: Saragossa Press. My brother’s books and stuff at cafepress.com. (link) 7: The…

BOMBYX DISPAR

If you were to base a character on the moth called Bombyx dispar you could easily set your story in Count Wodzicki’s garden 1848 Your Bombyx could attach him or her upsidedown on Wodzicki’s trees contained in a hairy envelope just one egg among others Then Wodzicki, I don’t know if he’s good or bad, that’s up to you too numerous to remove all by hand introduces 100 Titmice and Goldcrests Birds! to gobble your Bombyx pre-emergence since on average 1 bird eats 2 eggs a minute in a 16-hour day 192,000 Bombyx gone Bombyx sure among them Or not,…

BOMBYX DISPAR

If you were to base a character on the moth called Bombyx dispar you could easily set your story in Count Wodzicki’s garden 1848 Your Bombyx could attach him or her upsidedown on Wodzicki’s trees contained in a hairy envelope just one egg among others Then Wodzicki, I don’t know if he’s good or bad, that’s up to you too numerous to remove all by hand introduces 100 Titmice and Goldcrests Birds! to gobble your Bombyx pre-emergence since on average 1 bird eats 2 eggs a minute in a 16-hour day 192,000 Bombyx gone Bombyx sure among them Or not,…

UNTITLED POEMS

Untitled (code) Before the code is light whisps of hair stuck between s held tight breathing in reply – – – Untitled (sands) Force of the waves to be guessed at message unknown but received sands pulled back, into the sea shoreline decreased a punch erased but boiling – – – Untitled (million) A person or a place or a plant eight million things happen today on a graph in a chart on a board and you among all the variables are finally accounted for

WILLIAM VON SIEMENS

Sea-cable laid in 1869 transmitting wet lead strip of jerky snaps 18,000 feet below rupturing the reputation of Siemens Brothers, Co. William aboard the ‘Faraday’ galvanometer detecting search-anchor dragging at the depth of Mount Blanc when a spike in the meter led him to the cable and a rash of improvements like closed-steel sheathing surrounding the conductor with hemp and jute like a cozy snake content to wait for a not-yet born meal

UNDERWATER MATCH

A crab might compete with a lobster for grotesqueness rolling back carpets or just have one claw feeding upsidedown in an underwater whirlwind or wearing fancy stripes with plaid but the lobster will just sit there letting the tomfoolery tumble over her backside she’ll do nothing but let her whiskers be taken in time-honored ribbons by the swift dark sea not moving an inch and win by a mile

UNTITLED

If you found the equation making sense of the creeping of vines along the ground, calculating future distance, depth and strength You could then connect it to the segmentation of musical stalactite scales or the spreading of the physiology of stars or fingers some kind of golden rule between creeping and spreading that only you would know and that would help you daily in your construction of the world’s largest hoard of sounds and spires

A COLLECTION OF POEMS

Untitled (ice cap) If you went to a polar ice cap as an explorer or whatever and found a woman encased in ice looking up, mouth open, yellow robe maybe she even has a shield would you, tired and itchy, think of her as an Ideal, fall to fighting your companions to the death over the hard cool promise of fidelity, or, sticking to your guns, circle the ice shard watch her staid lips and say it’s only science? — Untitled (humans) When humans are a simple glance in a museum they shine — Untitled (whalebone) Slices of whalebone gently…