Some days you just don’t feel like it. It’s a vacuous moment, and you’re exhausted, expecting nothing. Like any scene in a Sofia Coppola film. It’s like the man said. If we didn’t love fashion, we’d all be naked. I think it’s good to be naked. Lacking inspiration, focus, we accept the decadent without obsession for nostalgia [...]
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EMPTY MOVES by Robert Philbin
Posted in Robert Philbin, tagged poetry on March 10, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Two Poems by Robert Philbin
Posted in Robert Philbin, tagged poetry on January 31, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
SHOOTING GALLERY My neighbor drinks too much. He shoots squirrels in his back yard and he misses a lot, tearing up chunks of pebbles and fresh mown lawn. Then he shouts across the yard at me: Biggest goddamn rat I’ve ever seen! Al drove truck from Tuy Hoa to Nha Trang, highway one, eleven months out [...]
Two Poems by Robert Philbin
Posted in Robert Philbin, tagged poetry on December 21, 2010 | 1 Comment »
old jazz In a book store not far from the river you write a letter to a publisher explaining why your poems are all about you and not about anything else. The rafters reveal a history, the sky light reveals another history, an overcast fall day. The radio blares old jazz older even than the skylight. A Star of David in stained glass across [...]
Two Poems by Robert Philbin
Posted in Robert Philbin, tagged poetry on October 5, 2010 | 5 Comments »
Barflies I don’t want to talk about bars. Don’t want to remember them, the smell of piss and dirty panties. I don’t want to think about my father in those days when bars were in my life because I couldn’t get out of his. And then I caught on to everybody’s game and to this day, there are certain kinds [...]
Historiography by Robert Philbin
Posted in Robert Philbin, tagged poetry on September 8, 2010 | 2 Comments »
We are already history. The past is ancient, the future arriving daily with another email. The choices have ended, options corroded down to zero: the point from which something else emerges, something white like bone, like a new species of wild grass blown across the serengeti. Something like hot air migrating vegetation up a mountainside [...]
erythropoiesis by Robert Philbin
Posted in Robert Philbin, tagged poetry on August 7, 2010 | 3 Comments »
here we are again shot through with inexplicable remorse, a casting session in brooklyn, the actress auditioning has memorized the entire play. the director and her lover are so impressed, the producer says she is open to sex if i bring a nice wine later; and later, in the darkness, the women in the audience weep for something i didn’t intend: “it [...]
