In 2014, coffee shops across New York City decided to take the definition of a brew bar all too seriously. Below, our resident poet laureate, Ariel, whose work has been described as “Susan Howesian” and “criticism as form of poetry,” (citation pending) meditates upon a subject previously limited to the superfluity of Tao Lin’s literary musings.
I MEAN NO DISRESPECT TO THE ESTABLISHMENT,
but my style is to bring store-delivered wine a camp flask-
my party will provide the support through the purchase of my partner(s).
I want to debate-
not on any stage nor for any
my guest patrons and self will be the only roaster.
It will undoubtedly start slow-
only after a few
sip – one, two
will the fun really begin.
I intend for no
pre-curation of subject,
only the spontaneous remembrance
of topic by context.
CHOICE OF COMPANY IS IMPERATIVE;
CHOICE OF COMPANIONSHIP CRITICAL.
-“If you hang out with shit,
you become shit.”
There is no urgency
in resolution –
of an issue,
in fact this is distain-
to expect a definite
is to the realization of the disillusioned.
Burdensome is the deadline of finalization of thought-
one cannot expect to function
with robust trueness if the weight of deprivation
wears on your shoulders.
It makes for bad posture.