Bodies of Waste: (Garbage and Pornography Poetry)
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BODIES OF WASTE is a poetry book that sets out to illuminate the mystery of garbage and the mysteriousness of pornography. Set out of the glare of societys mainstream headlights, these marginalized concepts flicker in the shadows, capturing our noses, our imagination, our disgust, and our excitement. Linking together Porn and Garbage, the poems in this book set to bring to our attention the very thing which we hope to avoid: ourselves. Cutting open the dichotomy of our values, dissecting the hypocrisy of gross, these poems of garbage and pornography, these bodies of waste, are only our own.
Gabriel Leif Bellman
Gabriel Leif Bellman was born in Eugene, Oregon. He was awarded a Bachelors from USCs School of Cinematic Arts (95), a Masters from New York University (99), and a Juris Doctorate from U. C. Hastings ('05). He has been a high-school teacher; MTV producer; umbrella salesman; restaurant host; dishwasher; lumber feeder; assembly liner; slam poet; warehouse stacker; SOMA magazine correspondent; opera composer at Juilliard, groundskeeper; and Playboy assistant. He has worked construction (Mexico); lived abroad (Spain, Ireland, Holland); and devoted extensive time to traveling (Europe, North Africa, the United States, Middle East, and Caribbean). He directed a film while traveling with the circus in Ireland (Duffys Irish Circus 2005). He has worked with female prisoners in California. Currently, Mr. Bellman lives in San Francisco where he is an attorney. One of the underrated 3-point shooters of his generation, Mr. Bellman won the Los Angeles city hoops championship in 1995. His agent gladly fields calls about his NBA availability (he will only sign with a title contender).
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Bodies of Waste - Gabriel Leif Bellman
Copyright © 2003 by Gabriel Leif Bellman.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2003095683
ISBN: Softcover 1-4134-2590-9
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Contents
INTRO
PROLOGUE
THE COMPOST AND THE CARNAL
1. LITTER PREVENTION
2. YARD WASTE
3. DISPOSABLE DIAPERS
4. TEXTILES
5. GLASS
6. BULK
7. MICE
8. PLASTICS
9. FOOD WASTE & OTHER ORGANICS
10. METAL
11. PAPER
THE COLLECTIVE
12.ASH
*BONUS 13. THE LAST POEM
For my no-limit-hold’em-homies:
Isaac, Brian, Josh, and Greg
on the river, dogs, on the river …
Also by the author:
novels:
An Apple in My Back
Sleeps Never That City
short stories:
Sum Swerve
Flatbush Fiction
Spoon Me
Coast Left Past
More Coast Left Past
poetry:
Therefore I think
INTRO
This book of poetry is the culmination of the work i did for three professors in two courses in the year of our lord nineteen hundred and ninety-seven. Those professors are R,S,T (robin, simone, tom) respectively, alphabetically, and thankfully. Without their energy, this would not exist, and a tree somewhere in rhode island would probably still be alive. So it goes …
In any case, I am thankful for their thoughts, deeds, and freedom in allowing me to find my muse.
A few words about how this book is set up. I have tried to contrast similar material from garbage and pornography by putting them next to each other and have also arranged and organized by theme. As with any trash heap, not everything fits nicely into the spot where it lays. I welcome this.
Ten of the twelve categories in the index (yard waste, glass, etc.) are taken from a brochure about the freshkills landfill. More specifically, they are from a graph which details the contents of the landfill. The other two, litter prevention and mice, seemed to be necessary additives. So, this book is a landfill of sorts. And also, I expect that my favorites will not be your favorites and i have done my best to scatter and salvage the best and the worst so that your journey into these pages will be like a trip to a junkyard or an adult shop, with no two people finding the same items titillating.
In as much as the very nature of writing is self-serving, i offer no apology for doing so much. I enjoyed indulging myself in this filth much like a kid in a mud fight.
Admittedly, a few more poems might have been cut, but this is the problem with garbage and pornography today. No two people agree on where or why the cuts need be made, and as this book shows, the waste stream continues to grow.
Why poetry?
To be quite honest, this comes from an inspirational encounter i had in Portland, Oregon as i read one of the only poems i have written in the last five years, entitled working at the umbrella shop.
I read this poem at a cafe entitled la luna
and was asked to join a national poetry slam competition, which i declined for i was on my way to new york. Thus, my first attempt at poetry had gone so well, i put it on the shelf of my mind and staved off the impulse until the time was right. This time is now.
I have had so much in my head that i needed to ejaculate some of it in order to route some energy into plugging up this nagging leak i have in my soul. It was sheer love that kept my up for the past 2 months zapping lightning through my fingers and ideas through my mind. Are we not here to try and make sense of everything, and do detectives not first check a person’s garbage before compiling a detailed sketch? Well, this is the garbage, the sludge, the sex, the shit, and as long as we have one thought and one breath, we may as well make use of this mess.
Cleanliness is next to godliness.
God made dirt, so dirt won’t hurt.
Thus, dirtiness is pacifism incarnate.
If dirt will not hurt, we all need to be dirtier.
Dirtiness is next to peaceliness.
my mind is always in the gutter
peace—gabriel leif bellman
p.s.
i have enclosed on the following pages the poem working at the umbrella shop
as the rest of these eggs would never been attempted had there not been an initial chicken.
PROLOGUE
working at the umbrella shop
the escalator brings breasts
past the window
every breast
thigh
hair
eyes look into the window
who is that working
in the umbrella shop?
is this guaranteed
can I have this mailed home
and they talk
about fucking fucking fucking
when they get home
but when I take their money
they don’t talk about fucking anymore
it’s too obvious
a wave of neon umbrellas
hanging upside down
from
the ceiling
and they drop down
on me
not like rain
or sun
when umbrellas fall on you
it is like condoms strangling your cock
gravity winning the war against plastic
I wonder if they have anything between their legs
because I do
but they are women
and so
they do not
but
I think
there
is
a
nother
thing
which
they have
and
I
think
it
can make a brand new person and piss and juice and blood come out of it
and
I can’t make mine do that
manager tells me to reorder the nightlight
in the shape of a moon
this is just
an umbrella store
but
we have more stuff too
she tells me we have lots
of stuff
and she everynight lays stiff
for her husband
stiffhe is and becomes
stiff and limp and stiff again somenights
and we get more nightlights
more in the shape of a moon
and one in the shape of a cow
this is just an umbrella store
but
we have more stuff too
telephone rings and
I answer it hello can I help
I want to help
a little bit
not much
but
as long as I’m here
what else
is there to do
she asks me a question
help me find a coat a nightlight an umbrella
what kind of umbrella I ask her
with frogs
we don’t have umbrellas with frogs
and I hang up the phone
goddamn them
why don’t we have frog umbrellas
I feel like I let some bitch down
I feel like a belch
what do you do
there are drinks and talking around
everybody trying to impress the pussy
and the pussy
acting unimpressed
I’m a writer
I lie to her so she’ll fuck meI work in an umbrella shop
really
is what I do
I just say I’m a writer so I can press against her
and suck against her because they do not let men in umbrella shops do that
because what do they tell their friends after
when there are drinks and talking and the pussy acts unimpressed
did you go to college
I did
why do you work in an umbrella store
people always telling me I should go to New York
Los Angeles
be famous
act
dance
have people masturbate to your photographs
why do you work in an umbrella store
she asks me today
I want her to like me so I tell her the way the world is
the world is this way
I tell her
it is this way that people need to get by
with money
and the umbrella shop gives me money
having people masturbate to your photo doesn’t bring in any dough
she asks me if I ever will leave
don’t I want to change the world
don’t I want to make a difference
but
I think
secretly
with all the bullshit assholes that make a difference
with their anus words anus pictures anus film
that I am better off here in the umbrella shop
she left for New York a year ago
and she is modeling
she makes 3 thousand dollars an hour
when she works
which is what they call the sort of thing that she does
powder and paint and perfume and pantyhose and pussy and photographs
she does cocaine and escort service
and orgies
I make five bucks and hour
I work thirty hours a week
no place for orgies
I’m not an artist like her boyfriend
he makes the commercials about the kid with no legs
for public television
I’m a writer sometimes
I even wrote a poem about a kid with no legs
it was never on public television
it should have been on my mother’s refrigerator
but she is dead
and I’m an umbrella salesman
stick umbrellas canes fold-outs polka-dots black green red yellow purple ruffled and supermini and I sell all kinds of umbrellas
on my tombstone in people will stand in the rain and the
preacher
who
will not know me
will ask hey what did this guy do why should I tell God about him
and somebody will say what I did
what I do
I keep the world dry
___
THE COMPOST AND THE CARNAL
1. LITTER PREVENTION
A. Garbage Class/School
litter
so what are you studying?
pornography and garbage.
oh.
yeah.
so what are you studying?
garbage and pornography
wow
"no— oh."
oh.
what are you doing your graduate work in?
porn and trash
really? cool.
why is that cool.
because there’s so much bullshit out there
and?
and it’s nice to see someone who’s actually studying shit instead of studying crap and pretending it’ not shit.
do you want to go out with me?
no.
oh.
what do you want to do when you graduate?
cruise around cleaning up the world and having sex with everybody.
you mean you want to be a garbage man with a huge penis who can fly?
what?
nothing
oh. well, i just want to clean up the world.
do you want to be a giant vacuum cleaner with a huge penis that can fly?
what are you talking about?
nothing. i just thought maybe i was in love with you.
oh. i recycle.
yeah me too.
"do you want to go through the same exhausting and ultimately depressing
experience that you went through with your last mate?"
"i think so. i think i remember there was really great sex at the
beginning."
and then it turned into garbage…
did you say you recycled?
yeah.
what do you recycle?
my words, my thoughts, my actions. for example, if you’ll let me, i’ll tell you the same stuff i told the last person i had sex with, and then i’ll do the same stuff to you under the covers and then i’ll leave you the next morning and never talk to you again.
oh, good i thought you were one of those slimy ones that won’t leave
nope—screw me and i’m history.
let’s get it over with
story of my life
body
It was supposed to be a class
on garbage
which is
according to my friends
a class
on garbage
those of us who think
those of us in anger who
feel like the earth is being shit upon
we are all in here
a bunch of heads on a grapefruit tree
soured in the squid’s ink of our own society
Practical
Theory
some want to talk
others want to talk about action
action does not exist
it is incinerated along with both sides
of the argument over what to do
with garbage
Okay, it makes sense to burn it.
No, then the ash is even worse.
Okay, so we’ll hide the ash.