cryptic envelopment
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Down Into and Through and Out of Darkness
“this is the cold doing” — Charles Olson, “in cold hell, in thicket I do not know if I want another pill or a drill to trepan this malevolence that hangs like a dark shroud or a straight razor to slice life out of time. This is not a threat or letter in an unsteady… Continue reading
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All Those Antecedent Predecessions
It is the imposing of all those antecedent predecessions, the precessions of me, the generation of those facts which are my words. It is coming from all that I no longer am yet am, the slow western motion of more than I am.— Charles Olson, Maximus to Gloucester, “Letter 27” Continue reading
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Happy Transcendent Birthday Allen Ginsburg
Happy Birthday Allen. Sing us next a Song of Innocence from the Transcendent Vortex Sutra. Continue reading
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The One Who Vanished into Silence
or My Creative Aphasia 2015-2023. When I decided I wanted to have some business cards in my new career as poet, I chose the title ghost of a poet, risen and when I signed up for Instagram I used the same as my first screen name. At first I thought ghost of a poet, a… Continue reading
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La Vida en familia
Like whatever off a duck’s back Continue reading
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El Nopal (39)
I first encountered this Lotería card at a very difficult point in my life. The interpretation I was presented from it was: you know what you need to do; now do it. I did, and I keep this image handy ever since to remind myself. Traditionally/Literally this card is read: Al nopal lo van a… Continue reading
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my mind is a mobile
my mind is a mobile, by turns Calder or crib, measuring the Brownian motion of a furiously idle mind Continue reading
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Death Will Tremble to Take Us
Charles Bukowski from a Life Magazine, December 1988, asking famous people for the meaning of life: Continue reading
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It’s All Yoo Much
The original long take: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1nYJ8ouIAsjb8ZXRsOw62J5QaOwLr9ecO/view?usp=drivesdk Continue reading
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You have the blood of a poet
“You have the blood of a poet. You have that and always will. You show, in middle of savage things (that I like), the gentleness of your heart, that is so full of pain and light.” Federico García Lorca, from a letter to Miguel Hernández wr. c. April 1933 Continue reading
About Me
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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Well Bottom Blues 