Tag Archives: John Kropa
Myself No Longer ~ John Kropa
Than a stop sign’s silent evaporation is lost to emptyness when the hours forget one another is lost to emptyness when I spend all night staring at the cracks in… Read more
Bowerbirds ~ John Kropa, Patrick Song, and Mike Smith
I the trees look like nets capturing sunlight. they are so greedy and delicious the sap ambers over your head like a syrupy halo. O look, your head is a… Read more
Psychosmology ~ John Kropa
Psychosmology Black holes must have difficult childhoods consuming everything that gets too close They probably have to go to special schools and definitely can’t play Little League Imagine a black… Read more
She Hears a Fire in the Night ~ John Kropa
She Hears A Fire In The Night With the slit wrists and forefeet of a modern messiah A self-inflicted wound ignores the death of a married man Every duckling is… Read more
Saturday April 17th 2010
The Johnsonville Press Daily Edition Today’s Submission by: John Kropa 1. Recommendation of the Day: Listen to Beach House. Put on their record, turn off your brain, and enter a… Read more
Ode to William the Silent and His Dog ~ John Kropa
I. A Sudden Convalescence Of Childhood Amnesia
Reminds me that I never got over the superego of my latency
phase and it’s thanks to you dreary
statue and your dark face that spills like an open cradle over my chest
Because I am here now attempting to fill your stone pockets with something mortal that may be
passed down to mortals but my jejune jabbering New York City is there but cannot be
The Art of Our Home – John Kropa
I was able to make it to Mason Gross’s MFA Thesis Exhibition about two weeks ago. Having never been to a Mason Gross exhibit before, I had no idea what to expect as I walked up to the School of the Arts; I can tell you the transition from noisy New Brunswick street to silent art exhibit was equally as enthralling as the transition from 53rd street to the Museum of Modern Art.
Color Matters ~ John Kropa
Color Matters The outside of a black hole is equally as black as the inside of a black hole When discussing black holes our conversation should never move passed the… Read more
THE POUND-ELIOT EXCHANGE Vol. IV – Jake Parisi and John Kropa
Poem by Jake Parisi Critique by John Kropa . “The Oak” . Of a danky, concealed base, There are only gnarls illumined, As the shadows of my other selves Glimmer… Read more
Invitation to a Naked Lunch – John Kropa
“[It] means exactly what the words say: naked lunch, a frozen moment when everyone sees what is on the end of every fork” — and everyone eats. I picture them sitting at long tables in a dirty mess hall, mouths open, shifty eyes following one other, caricatures of taboo.
