Preview of “Proverbs,” Part 1

The original idea for proverbs, to make an absurdist, experimental book of poetry under the guise of something you might grab in the check-out line of Barnes & Noble, came to me while sitting behind the front desk at work in August of 2019. While the final product ended up being something more along the lines of an I Ching-inspired ode to modern delusion, I still think back fondly on my original iteration of the book’s subtitle: “100 Small Somthings for Definitely Someone.”

There are 80 poems in this (nearly) final version, numbered by a sequence determined by flipping a coin. Heads meant strike, tails meant space, with each entry building on the previous. Luck and chance are a major themes in “Proverbs,” as these topics fascinate me—in how they’re capable of altering the world, and how they’re misperceived. Coming to terms with luck, chance, and never being the biggest fish, is essential to finding purity of self and Truth. Without reconciliation here, people grow bitter in age, carrying their inadequacies like anchors until death. Below is a preview of a few poems that delve into this topic.

IIIIII II II I I

Con-led farsity brought

To the brink

Extinction of self

Stepping back toward destitution only

Renowned deep in living

It’s all a hoax

IIIIII II II I II

Complete riddlement

Words meaning intention versus—

Verse?—

WHåT was meant by some(-)

One else otherwise maritimely lost

Seesawing localized failure into at(-)mo(st)( )spheric

Aggrandizement, the eternal wave

IIIIII II II I II II

Grit sandpaper and chalk

Never ski(m)(p)ping superlatives

The estest of estest

Certainly not

Elated for the right reason

On your own

There’s enough fabrication

For a day full of lies

IIIIII II II I II II II I IIII II I I I II

Dying's taken

For granted you'll soon be

Dead-on

Hard-to-shake

Free of inhibition

A stone-skipping lake

IIIIII II II I II II II I IIII II I I I II I

Why's it all designed so

Casing needs

Going erround

The great wall of eternity

Inherent in everything inherited

Wide eyes bulging fear

Grasp at weakness

Grownup honest as a spiritual lead-

Er—gyrating toward pay

Andy Holsteen

Editor of Shy City House.

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