tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335408022024-03-13T09:16:41.299-05:00palinode projectYou are viewing the Palinode Project in reverse order.haileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-69756587471567621292010-05-25T13:57:00.001-05:002010-05-25T13:59:30.109-05:00HOW TO GROW ALMOST EVERYTHINGhaileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-78814150119129157642009-12-08T23:59:00.002-05:002009-12-09T00:05:14.333-05:00new poemsalthough the palinodes are still here for the taking, I have some newer work up on Josh Bolton's new web project: <br /><br />http://wolfinafield.blogspot.com/<br /><br />the other stuff he has up on the site is hilarious and wonderful already and i look forward to what he'll do next.<br /><br />much love x2<br /><br />haileyhaileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-13947612744290783852009-10-04T22:29:00.002-05:002009-10-04T22:35:50.453-05:00one couldone could keep writing palinodes forever, but for me, i found an end point, or made one, and that is why it's been so long since this blog has been updated.<br /><br />are there still more poems to this project? maybe not, but i'm not ready to let the book be shut completely. so while i'm working in a very different direction, i'm leaving this blog here to remember where my exit was from these palinodes, from this structure, and also to consider it the same as an entrance, which i could step again in the future, as long as the door remains open.<br /><br />till then, i'll try to post any upcoming events or readings on this page also. <br /><br />much love to the cyberbots<br /><br />haileyhaileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-7272135752859807702009-01-26T15:15:00.000-05:002009-08-17T22:48:03.384-05:00Reading Tomorrow!I'll be doing a poetry (and maybe some other stuff) reading tomorrow night (Tuesday, January 27th) in Northern Liberties.<br /><br />My good friend Abbi Dion is beginning a new reading series, and this will be the first event in the series. If you like poetry or if you just like me, please consider coming out!<br /><br />When: Tuesday January 27th (TOMORROW!)<br />Time: 7:00 pm<br />Where: Wineo Bar<br />447 Poplar St<br />Philadelphia, PA 19123<br />(215) 925-0999<br /><br />Hope to see everyone soon, friends!<br /><br />love love and more love from....<br /><br />haileyhaileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-19083327235541575262009-01-19T16:54:00.002-05:002009-08-17T22:48:03.384-05:00The People's Poetry Call-In Show and VarietyOn January 30th from 12-5pm, be prepared to listen to the greatest 5 hours of radio you will ever know. We have so much planned, including: interviews, call in poems and rants, sounds (many types), talking objects, invented scenarios, coin tosses, music, accents, extemporaneous poems, themes (many types), and a chicken timer that we will not use to humiliate you.<br /><br />When: January 30th, 2009, 12-5pm<br />Where: AM 1650 Nexus Radio!<br />What: People's Poetry Call-In Show and Variety! <br />Who: Ish Klein and Hailey Higdon<br /><br />Call us, let's make a poem together! <br />Rant about whatever you want! <br />Answer interview questions!haileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-74571655932826194632008-11-08T19:57:00.002-05:002008-11-08T19:59:28.026-05:00Palinode 33<br><br />view the future clear it<br /><br /> slash glass<br /><br />And to myself I said<br /><br />lu <br />lu <br />lu <br />lu lu <br />loo loo <br />loo loo<br /><br />The cardinal that feeds on my feeder has a monogamous relationship with his partner.<br /><br /><br>haileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-77143057885095312542008-04-20T14:52:00.008-05:002008-04-27T13:21:42.417-05:00Palinode 32<br><br />I am here rare rare here<br /><br />hare re re<br /><br />regina<br /><br />sash<br /><br />regional sash<br /><br />something anything<br /><br />nobody matters<br /><br />sweet fruit sweet plum<br /><br />brow bow brow bow wrinkle wring<br /><br />wringer<br /><br />force liquid down the hatch hood and hustle<br /><br />wring robin wring robin<br /><br />wringing wet extremely wet<br /><br />from this much whiteness<br /><br /> write it down (!)<br /><br /> did I say it before (?) to a white background (?) <br /><br /><u>WRITTEN LAW</u> (:)<br /><br /><center>No wonder it’s skipping the record's all fucked.<br /><br />*<br /><br />No wonder it’s skipping the record's all fucked.<br /><br />*<br /><br />No wonder it’s skipping the record’s all fucked.<br /><br />*</center><br /><br />the collective body of teaching embodied in<br /><br />my hand losing its hand-ness <br /><br /> I feel it tingle I feel it falling away<br /><br />screw bean <br /><br /><u>SCRIPOPHILY</u> (:)<br /><br /><br />the hobby of collecting share and bond <br /><br /> I have seen visual responders I have seen them <br /> wiping their noses fixing their hair<br /><br /><br /><br /><center>*<br /><br /><br />big field big trees big house big clouds over<br /><br /><br />*</center><br /><br /><br /><br /> I ask for an expandable day<br /><br /><br /> get longer <br /><br />part-body<br /><br />hand in one place and another another<br /><br />my tut tut my tut tut to count the hours<br /><br />bullbuildinghobbyhopping<br /><br />gone to seed the day gone to seed the day<br /><br />captain part body expose your shoulders<br /><br />lead with them<br /><br />plum fruit plum sweet<br /><br />tu tu to me (!)<br /><br /><br><br>haileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-16326659119830930272008-03-09T15:36:00.006-05:002008-03-30T17:41:25.166-05:00Palinode 31<br><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">oh </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(anti)</span> matter body matters<br /><br />I <span style="font-style:italic;">(captive so)</span> bed me<br /><br /><br />Ask, “We bleach the sink?”<br /><br />Cinch the bad bad day into parts.<br /><br /><br />sweet fruit sweet plum<br /><br />diffusionism I believe in it body diffuse you body<br /><br /><br />I rant bad day bad bad day. I place bad bad day on this <br />body. I body, have bad bad day on me, body, <br />bad day, bad day. With-hold-yr-should-ers-with-hold-yr-wh-i-ve-a <br /><br />strife-like woman<br /><br /><br />fruit plum<br /><br />sweet plum<br /><br />plum plum<br /><br /><br />bodiless tussle <br /><br />(tut-tut) (tut-tut)<br /><br /> what parts did I lose?<br /><br /> these? NO MORE?<br /><br /><br><br>haileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-49844748639472036722008-02-20T20:22:00.000-05:002008-02-20T20:24:17.604-05:00LUNCHEON_ODES2.20.08<br /><br /> Oh burning! Thread me a bread-stick.haileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-45643956505277073062008-01-23T16:41:00.000-05:002009-08-17T22:48:03.384-05:00ReadingI will be reading:<br /><br />With my partner, poet Joey Yearous-Algozin!<br /><br />This Saturday, January 26th @ 8pm!<br /><br />Chapter & Verse Series, Chapterhouse Cafe<br />620 S. 9th Street <br />(B/W South and Bainbridge)<br /><br />Show me the love.haileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-39576639567489787102007-11-11T17:18:00.000-05:002007-11-11T17:23:01.100-05:00Palinode 30<br><br />Moan lord. Show me your shoulders.<br /><br />To die before you <span style="font-style:italic;">(My)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(My)</span> Combustible Body, lost in its climate;<br /><br />The wind to blow the curtain off enough<br /><br />To leave behind the next step towards productivity,<br /><br />To follow.<br /><br />So captive<br /><br />how easy does circumstance bed you?<br /><br />The rain has come lightly; it will not feed me fruits, plump, sweet.<br /><br><br /><br />This is<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(My)</span><br /><br />Tussle<br /><br />To oust<br /><br />Cloud, commotion, AND MORE.<br /><br>haileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-56361386936730079722007-10-24T10:07:00.000-05:002007-10-24T10:10:08.720-05:00Palinode 29<br><br />I am here I am<br />Measuring time by the sun<br /><br />Completeing the next step<br />Toward productivity<br /><br />Rain, feed me, fruits plump sweet<br /><br />Imagine (how) the free world copes<br /><br />Radiant and alone, your feathers<br /><br />you <br /><br /><br /><p align=right>imagine a morning<br /><br />without anticipation</p><br /><br><br>haileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-56638515905051611062007-10-24T10:03:00.000-05:002007-10-24T10:06:26.825-05:00Palinode 28 pt2.<br><br />The arrangement <br /><br /> not imaginary<br /><br /><br /><br />so much activity around <br /><br /><br /> “crickets <br /><br /><br /><br /> like you wouldn’t <br /><br /><br /> believe” <br /><br /><br><br>haileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-69441474844824983132007-10-21T14:42:00.000-05:002007-10-21T15:00:14.905-05:00Palinode 28<br><br />They are there are not imaginary not<br /><br />an arrangement /arraignment/ on a cover or book before a court <br /><br /><br /><p align="center">“Ah, but the day shifts so remorselessly,” says Joanne</p><br /><br /> —stable or unstable— can’t measure time by the sun <br /><br />Footsteps<br /><br /><br />Footrest<br /><br /><br />Table, my Chair What ____less____ is calling me back here? <br /><br /><br /> this typepad <br /><br />arranged in a REAL way you look silly scratching for words<br /><br />Lost to the “Fix yourself,” they say, <br /><br /> “make it.”<br /><br />Move Bruise<br /><br />Topple blades of grass, grow however <br /><br /> you please<br /><br /><br><br>haileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-948586004861993912007-10-08T15:15:00.000-05:002007-10-08T15:41:24.295-05:00Palinode 27Project forward. Face the window and arrange the _______,<br /><br /><p align="right">(though they are not arrange-able/ physical/ there)</p><br />facing the window, <br /><br /><p align="right">(though they are the picture on the cover of a book. ) </p><br /><p align="right">Say like/ Something like /_______ is not easy./</p><br /><br />Put them here:<br /><br /><br />What occurs to me, I mean OCCURS to me is that there is not much to think about except missing, feeling uneasy, feeling almost watched, feeling the sun setting meaning less time for arranging and writing till it is dark and walls come out of nowhere. Mocking house, where time is slower, making signs to get my attention—to be a real house! I don’t want to be a wife, made a wife of it<br /><br /> (anything it), why must I explain?<br /><br />More like IN IT, in it love of <br /><br />things, love of things from afar--<br /><br />Weak vine, will you grape forever? Sour? Should I sound the dinner bell to tell them? What is ready? I mean, “ready,” what is it? I’m not in it.<br /><br><br>haileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-42378030896038009932007-09-24T10:50:00.000-05:002007-09-24T11:31:57.889-05:00Palinode 26Cascarones Confetti Eggs<br /><br /><br />I wore the roar till the red wore off & have stinked in my piles of it.<br />Fill it, a mud from which we grow out of, to body and to shape. Which self was it that I look back to in admiration? She feels in front of me to be an ex-lover—a <br />body I no longer know how I fit into then. Dancing orchard, the impossibility of identicals, I still cannot tell them apart. <br /><br />Why do you putter<br /><br />a glass away from them? Why are your systems so imperfect? <br /><br />YOU I miss when I wash dishes. <br /><br /><br />YOU when nighttime comes and I am unknowable to myself. & you hesitating <br />you are something all together else lost in your ambivalence & you have a house <br />and it is yours and not leaving you but you it you leave it again and again, the<br />place you wanted you take away yourself, and I don’t know why you do it but I do <br />know enough of me to know you.<br /><br />Constant unconscious ego-ess, quiet your eggs, there is no reason to shoo.<br /><br />Place, come to me, let’s meet halfway somewhere if it’s easier. Place come to me. <br /><br />YOU,<br /><br />YOU be IN IT when it comes.<br /><br />Hollow decorative egg, I try to hide in the beautiful shadow within.<br /><br />Make me a wife of it.<br /><br />She splinters and slowly, oh moon of it, moon, my moon, don’t you yearn for a caretaker?<br /><br />Double visionary, put me in your pocket, find YOURself singular again and make <br />me your double, I need something to be a part of.<br /><br />Showy male, why did I leave YOU behind?<br /><br />Flash YOUr bright feathers again, inside YOUr silly egg, I will make it<br /><br />You self, you must mutter it: I miss YOU when I wash dishes. <br /><br />PLACE come to ME. Make me an equation: allow me to understand it.<br /><br />Allow me IN IT.<br /><br />Tear the nettles away. Life again, come, I am half way to you.<br /><br><br>haileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-22951208372764092322007-09-23T14:06:00.000-05:002007-09-23T14:16:06.918-05:00Palinode 25 (re-done re done)<br /><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br />I miss you when I wash <br />dishes The palate ceramic <br />awaits the taste of foam The moon <br />beautiful using <br />the word makes it more <br />meaningful I am<br /> haggling with what I am <br />afraid of Is this <br />a journal or a letter We are not (all)<br />IN IT<br /> together but take me<br />I am here and my ears are open<br /><br /><br />I miss you when I wash <br />dishes My mind can <br />only open to <br />that Place <br />leave me I want to be<br /> inside my complete<br /> self We do all things<br /> together even <br />when you don’t realize it and I<br /> don’t too but being there<br /> we are both there somehow <br />I feel it Too big to die<br /> These many hands do so<br /></p><br /><br><br>haileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-65580578874224483222007-09-19T17:30:00.000-05:002007-09-19T21:08:04.260-05:00Palinode 24<br><br />Brackish oyster, you’re on a half shell, broken sun.<br /><br /> I am a fraud. & say, all assemblage <br /><br /> DOES NOT MAKE language--<br /><br />Appendage, bleed colorfully.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"> I CAN SEE YOU ALL.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"> We’re all IN IT together.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">ASSEMBLE</div><br /><br /><div align="center">(Adult)</div><br /><br /><br />In the letter talk <br /><br />Your appreciation of the house<br /><br />Roof enough<br /><br />And from your head you pulled the god of wisdom & war<br /><br /><div align="center">(Baby)</div><br /><br />Being remarkable<br /><br /><div align="center">Your yellow jacket reasoning</div><br /><br /><div align="center">(Mother)</div><br /><br /> Your tail, my head<br /><div align="center">(of)</div><br /><br />off of an animal or<br /><br />choose safe slaughter,<br /><br /><div align="center">(Lamb)</div><br /><br />pumpernickel surprise!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Books kill spiders<br />quick and painless. Many<br />are making kamikazi<br />missions and at 6am I<br />will be meditating and trying<br />not to<br />imagine them.</div><br /><br />Then: When IS the lunar eclipse? How come I never KNOW these things?<br /><br /><br> And when the sun rises? Will I sleep in this chair?<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">(infinite)</div> <br /><br /><br /><div align="center">(offering)</div><br /><br /><br />(hovering )<br /><br /><div align="center">(take me up.)</div><br /><br><br /><br>haileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-85430863108843007912007-08-14T16:31:00.000-05:002007-08-14T16:36:16.402-05:00Palinode 23You muscles are suddenly not there. There is nothing to make your body protected from its body-ness, its bold sex.<br /><br />Bold bone<br /><br />You know how to act like a human in the bathroom<br /><br />Too public<br /><br />The world rankles-narks&nettles/ makes bitter /worsens<br />Or does it it-s-rapture-of-the-deep<br /><br />around you all assemblage make-s-language maybe<br /><br /><br />On submission tracks, leaking to<br /><br />every location, not scrupulous, not trying to carve a particular path<br /><br />Into the baby’s breath many of the worlds already used will reinvent <br />themselves, I have been one of them. Why are you so <br />silent, self?<br /><br />Hellos too. Much of the same things we say we do when we won’t do them, but that’s just the way people are at it, at the arched fabric, your wedding, your promenade.<br /><br /><br><br>haileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-55316491037833545332007-07-03T17:48:00.000-05:002007-07-04T15:04:39.071-05:00Palinode 22.5we do speak too much too much hello<br /><br />muffled air vents <br /><br />WANT to pick up stuff walk out WANT to be outside hating outside<br /><br />DAY SIX SAY<br /><br />: <br /><br />Take us apart. Us from our bodies. Us, our bodies.<br /><br /><br />I try not to {pause} you people.<br /><br /><br />Your muscles are suddenly there. <br /><br /><br />where the place is /or/ where the place is<br /><br /><br /><p align="right">I don’t care, we are coeval & endure the same seam.</p><br /><br /><br />Those are the corners and those are <br />the chairs that go in the corners I don’t<br />wait for them I am bored by them why<br />are there so many why do they flock like stupid birds<br /><br />You think You know what You look like<br /><br />Then tell me<br /><br />Or god<br /><br />Please flood it all again<br /><br />Tell them what I see ahead:<br /><br />We are only buying <br /><br />It is all we do<br /><br />We are making munching sounds<br /><br />Coins in pockets--<br /><br />Buy it, be it yours trade it like an ivory horn, sound it, your silly oliphant.<br /><br /><br /><p align="right">We are happy over here.</p><br /><break><br /><break><br /><break>haileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-3695498386873310562007-07-03T12:34:00.000-05:002007-07-03T12:36:12.294-05:00it ishappening, coming back, just wait. watch a movie or something.<br /><br /><break><br /><break>haileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-46430309741185571132007-05-10T11:52:00.000-05:002007-05-10T12:10:22.415-05:00Palinode 21Animals<br /><br /> the way<br /><br /> we don’t speak<br /><br />and anyway<br /><br />my sense of god and good morning are the same<br /><br /><p align="right">/good morning I am across the street at the café/<br /><br />notes on poem: page five:<br /><br />CLEAN & JERK<br />CLEAN & JERK <br /><br />Lift the bar<br />A bird can’t do that<br />and<br />he will sing not say<br />CLEAN & JERK<br />CLEAN & JERK </p><br /><br /><br />They<br />are taking apart the personalities (of all the people) I see every day (on the street) <br />and <br />I know that this is not what happens or should happen anywhere (in the world)<br /><br />If I were making music now, not this poem, I’d say:<br /><br /><I>We are in service for the speaking <br /><br />world of<br /><br />“Clean-limbed” <br /><br />and <br /><br />“Human” </I><br /><br />I won’t confess anything<br />but<br /><br />the radiance I feel when saying <br /><br />“the<br /><br />colony is collapsing”<br /><br />I feel guilty for it,<br /><br />sure<br /><br /><p align="right">/not to tell is better /</p><br /><br />give me absolute give me still<br /><br />make the applause sound like a flock of wings of many of the same animal <br />moving up in the air, a sound I cannot make<br /><br />the chair is waiting<br /><br /><br><br>haileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-83523812089509324322007-05-06T10:48:00.000-05:002009-08-17T22:48:03.384-05:00readingReading some of the palinodes today...<br /><br />Sunday, May 6th, 4pm sharp!<br />Robin's Bookstore<br /><br />108 S. 13th St., Philadelphia<br /><br />Jocelyn Saidenberg<br />Frank Sherlock<br />Hailey Higdon<br />Will Espositohaileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-26439219999590797632007-04-25T16:02:00.000-05:002007-04-25T16:15:55.179-05:00Palinode 20 I ask the pardoner<br /><br />To pardon the times I locked<br /><br />The keys in the car—so far<br /><br />My intentions are to keep<br /><br />Newness alert and happening<br /><br />Sometimes I lose track of time<br /><br />I am not as <br /><br />grounded as <br /><br />I think I <br /><br /> \Move lightly like hedging\ <br /><br /> \your\ <br /><br /> \your dollar now\<br /><br /><div align="right">I want to growl at the homeless</div><br /><br /> /what can I do against it/ \bees are disappearing\<br /><br /><br />am I am an animal <br /><br />and <br /><br />after leaving I saw birds claw on concrete and they move sideways like I move<br /><br />get drunk and can’t hear the phone ringing<br /><br />there are so many watering holes we<br /><br />peck at speaking men<br /><br />clean crumbs without regret<br /><br />and hear the others talking <br /><br /> /birds claw on concrete/ they move sideways like I move/<br /><br /> /aren’t we the same animal/<br /><br />to sum it up<br /><br /> /say/<br /><br />we locked the keys in the car<br />we peck the lock like little finches.<br /><br /><br><br>haileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33540802.post-28233956264990850962007-04-02T14:36:00.000-05:002007-04-02T14:51:18.293-05:00Palinode 19To make sense is not the descent of the artistic.<br /><br />I try to be as grounded as I can.<br /><br /><br />The concrete the<br /> newly refurbished sidewalk<br />you can talk<br /> about the<br />great Delaware river or you can the<br /><br />you see the trash bags floating<br /><br /> but you cannot get a good egg roll in this <br /><br />and the water quality in Pennsylvania is apparently superb<br /><br />but no animal can make it here<br /> I just wanted a canary, but am afraid I’ll<br />forget to feed it or abandon it, leaving <br /> for a vacation and only realizing <br />it was left after the leaving<br /><br />“we” <br />don’t have the patience <br /> to move aside lightly <br /><br />“we” stomp our feet to <br /> make room for the other lessons<br /><br />how does one clean anything<br /> without feeling a <br />sense of regret about it chase away the bed of hot springs make room <br /> for the ammonia water<br /><br />cold&clean.<br /><br />What clean thing would<br /> just pile up sounds and call them<br />something? I can feel myself doing it already—<br />I can hear myself speaking.<br /><br /><br><br>haileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02476111563466946200noreply@blogger.com0