Anatomy & Etymology

Poetry in the age of science.

Vol. 2 - Issue 2 [Christopher Leibow]

“Looke on againe, the faire text better trie:
What blushing notes does thou in margine see?


                                              Philip Sidney. From Astrophel and Stella




fig. #1202

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Even lingering
      it comes all of a sudden

an open mouth

             ashen wax effigy

The family gathers

Your body a contested territory.





fig. #238

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I was carried in her belly.
Curled up dreamt of parasite
squirming in my sack of sea.

Osteo-Centric cherubim
splitting the very base of her
innocence with my

           protrusion.




fig. #848

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The theater is filled to capacity.

A young man leans forward

as the dissector opens
the abdomen a sudden issuing

of intestines.

Vesalian woodcuts
subtext of ruin.

at the cathedral,
a mass

for the recently dissected.

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fig. #608

On the spectrograph
something was wrong

after deliberations with her colleagues
the results confirmed

My birth was spurious,
a conspiracy of want;

The doctor apologizes,
                               “Sometimes this happens.”

fig. #379

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to live longer
than your child

to be left at the station
the long cry pulling away

from the cemetery.
to grow old ; —

                          disappointed.

Vol. 2 - Issue 2 [Brendan Wolff]

Due Diligence
(after XKCD)

I

It’s two a.m. on a Monday night.
I have to be up for work in less
than four hours, but I can’t sleep.
Not yet.

Sitting in an old leather swivel chair,
remnants of my dinner on my desk,
my body bathed in the off-white glow
of the screen. My hands tremble as
I reach towards the keyboard because-

SOMEONE IS WRONG ON THE INTERNET!

II

The desecration flips some primal switch buried
deep inside my hindbrain. My fingers fly furiously
across the keys, sweeping me through Wikipedia entries
and news articles about the most recent studies,
always making certain to be sure to cite my sources.

I will not be outguessed, out-Googled, or outmaneuvered.
It doesn’t matter what you’ve got to say about my momma
if you don’t have the documentation to prove it-
YOU ARE BEING WRONG ON THE INTERNET!

I’ve personally composed treatises on network television shows
that I barely even watch. I once got into an argument about
Asian empowerment, completely by accident. Now, I’m afraid of
pro-equality ninjas showing up at my house at night.

III

Now I’m afraid I’m being racist by automatically associating Asian people
with ninjas. I don’t know what to say anymore. There are no recent studies
citing the exact percentage of Asian people that also happen to be ninjas,
so its impossible to be politically correct about the issue-

YOU ARE ALWAYS WRONG ON THE INTERNET!

IV

Facebook now owns so much of my intellectual
property that it was factored into their IPO, but if
you Google my name all you’ll find are a few failed blogs,
the poetry contest I once won back in high school,
and a YouTube video that my coworkers keep watching.
Its a selective sort of anonymity at best, and I’m not sure
that I like having anything on that menu at all.

V

If you care enough, dig deeply enough,
you can find out almost anything about anyone,
and I have not always been the person I wanted to be.
Do I need an apology posted for the past-me’s?
Does it have to be the first thing that you find out?

I would much prefer to focus on who I am now, but I guess
that there are reasons, even good reasons, for a resume.
So here we go:

VI

DEAR INTERNET,
I HAVE BEEN WRONG, BUT
I’M GETTING BETTER ABOUT IT.

VII

The Internet replies:

DEAR BRENDAN-
TOO LONG
(semicolon)
DIDN’T READ.