Alysse Aallyn

Category: #Poetry

  • Inspired Pleasure

    Diary of a Dancer I think I can say that. Thurs night was a big success. Devon came in withan IMMENSE bottle of white wine – he either needs it for himself or he’strying to turn me into an alcoholic (with my full cooperation.) The clamand noodle thing I invented was quite good but he…

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  • Inspired Pleasure

    Diary of a Dancer 1:45 PM Tues 2 Aug 77No damn mail for THREE DAYS.  No stock certificate,nothing from my agent. And I made sure she had my right address.I think diets brew self-hatred. Reading about Simenon andhaving trouble with sentences like “50 of his novels date from this period.”Shouldn’t read about this guy.Starting to…

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  • Inspired Pleasure

    Diary of a Dancer 12:50 AM Plush Palace – exhausted and bathed in sweat.Man tried to crawl onstage with me. He was in the mood to dance!Every dancer (except me and I guess him) is using Darla’s overdosedeath (suicide or accident? I say why not murder?) as an excuse tonot dance. I like dancing. Passes…

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  • Inspired Pleasure

    Diary of a Dancer 10PM Mon 16 May 77Finally got a reaction from agent to Secaire. I was physically sick when I opened it but she was full of praise. I could teach Poe, Verlaine and Mallarme a thing or two! She’s sending itto Harcourt but telling them it’s “too fine for a paperback”. Says…

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  • Inspired Pleasure

    Diary of a Dancer Didn’t work. Never felt so far from him, and he realized it.Opal & Garrett over for dinner last night – their relationship isboring when I’m alone and don’t have R doing all the work for me.Drank too much out of sheer boredom and because I wasdepressed over R, then I get…

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  • Inspired Pleasure

    Diary of a Dancer I think he’s in love. I could fall if I let myself but something holds me back.I like our relationship now – he drops by the house after workand we’re both in jeans. I think tonight’s the night for sex –first time – I’m nervous but since I love his body…

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  • In the Butterfly Pavilion

    A Poem IN THE BUTTERFLY PAVILION This evening you said you wished I was more conventional. I bowed my head. I did not speak. Outside the animals leaned together, Breathing lightly; waiting For my answer. Cats-tongue ferns Swelled up like swords, pushed out a stink Occluding fields of vision while The rabbit-bloodied lawn curled away.  Phlox…

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  • #Haiku: Translation

    What could you become? #Haiku: Translation What the caterpillar calls “the end” Universe calls “a butterfly.”

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  • Dream of Freud’s Wolfman

    The window opens of its own accord. He’s catapulted forward; waked. Outside, the walnut tree is hung with wolves Each to its branch; they watch him Blankly. Stillness has its Consequence. They are fat As lambs ready for castration; round As dogs; white as mother’s underdrawers. Such tails! Thick tails Perked and listening! Blue snow…

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  • Deeper Into Coleridge

    “Music is beneath me” wrote the fat man, angering his wife by stealing her broom for walking scattering the straw. He loved to pack a nightcap and declaim upon the moors. “I would have married a servant girl could I but be sure of her affection.” But be sure! Some men are never fated to…

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