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“Newsfeed” – Poetry by William Lessard

The Sensational News – Rene Magritte, 1926

“Newsfeed” is William Lessard‘s  fantastically uber-modern poem from our Winter 2019 issue.

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to get a seat going east


the pride of non-migratory birds that managed to eat through winter


video of woman folding laundry
slowed to ten hours
the new #kink


Pope going off-message,
suggesting dustpan
awaits us at the bottom of the steps


FB data profile defines me as “very liberal,”
tone of Thanksgiving uncle implied


acorn aggro


asking white people with dreadlocks “why?”


Benjamin using “loss of aura” as getaway car


empire thinks
it’s a lot better looking than it is


5 pizza rolls acquired (because additional 15,000 was not available)


hoping it will be April
sometime in May or June


Russian spy poisoned 50 miles south of London had been looking for a cure for his cough


passing away
after a brief wellness


Barthes pretends to talk to mother on payphone that chirps Heidegger in his ear


wondering what the “it” phone is
that celebrities are throwing at assistants


posting oasis
beneath my nose on Airbnb
promoting with photos
tiny people napping/making love
along my upper lip


ketchup slices shaped like cheese singles but looking like fruit leather


kombucha as mythical country
where everyone has great abs


time warp


hungry for a fresh semiotic
—the old categories blurred on new menu with Lilliputian font, Brobdingnagian prices


the defenestration of Chet


friend says he’s out “Herzog-ing,”
his term for walking in the desert and considering the Abyss


morning show for night people that begins at 1 p.m.


review of the Bowie show at Brooklyn Museum:
it was nice to revisit a time
when people still believed in the future


bed that folds
upon itself
to protect
sleepers during earthquakes


—Dracula’s enforced nightly entombment; the robot version


rows of cartoon food
in the base of the crypt;
can’t be the Apocalypse if there’s snacks




choosing the Chekovian
whenever someone asks “what’s wrong?”


FB reminds me that 5 years ago today
i was floating over the city
—arms, legs spreading
a leaf’s expanse


woman blames “windy day” for cocaine found in purse


precious bead of obsidian placed in the blowhole


Clarice Lispector drawing stippled line
along the horizon of her eyelid


line she calls her “velvet lathe”


man with diamond bow tie mistaking it
for one of her sentences


Imaginary as the punch you never threw


tonight lacking toilet paper


no palm trees in Marxism


theory the gaze that thinks nudity is molecular


Tarkovsky ordering lunch
for all the hungry tummies in The Zone


when the worst
thing you did today
was cream cheese


for the person you were promised
a few layers down


woman on my right
burns 650 calories;
man on my left
bright blue liquid
burns 70


being old means hating yourself for the right reason


Louise saving a seat at the center of the cage


meat ecology


spectators on the other side of the border
watch the bombings
from beach chairs




woman asks “chaise longue or chaise lounge?”
—linguistic Waterloo


in the pig fight,
the pig
always has
the home field advantage


trailer for a new restoration


pink light


you will hear music until your call is answered


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WILLIAM LESSARD has writing that has appeared or is forthcoming in McSweeney’s, American Poetry Review, Best American Experimental Writing, HobartBrooklyn RailHyperallergic. His visual work has been featured at MoMA PS1.

“Facebook – 8/21/17” – Poetry by William Lessard

Soft Construction with Boiled Beans: Premonition of Civil War – Salvador Dali, 1936

“Facebook – 8/21/17” is one of five fabulously dada-esque poems by William Lessard from our Winter 2018 issue.

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AMERICA’S LONGEST-RUNNING WAR? /the Civil War, my lovelies

                        anyone who thinks otherwise is misinformed by #fact

*overheard at DUNKIN’ DONUTS this morning*       i hate when people do things, and they work out                                                                                         it makes me feel like i should do things

                        someday the robots will do the Civil Warring for us             until then, history falls down the stairs carrying a tray of shoes for lunch

=========>the Civil War franchise, mansplained as your dad eating Pepperoni Combos—

  1. in the original movie the Confederacy lost then put up bronze participation trophies in all the parks
              B. like Star Wars, all the sequels are the exact same movie, just played in reverse

                    i like my Civil War with cheese                      you prefer yours on a Kaiser bun

America is loath to let a profitable franchise go, but sometimes not-dumpster-fire life events
                    do happen:
                              your dog barks into an Amazon dot™, buys you a Prius
—or, on an evening when you see ghosts turning in the snow outside your window,
                                        a wife/husband/lover/stranger
                                                                                a key
                                                  /key that only they can see

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FLAPPERHOUSE Reading #19, In Pictures

A towering bonfire of gratitude to everyone who helped make our 19th reading such a toasty & crackling evening: Kwame, Valerie, William, Monica, and Gabriela for performing your flappy lits; Alibi Jones for your scintillating singing & photography; Pacific Standard for the ever-gracious hospitality; and all you lovely humans who came out on a Winter’s night to witness it all.  Let’s do this again on February 21 for our 20th (!) Reading / Year Four Flight Party…

photos by Alibi Jones

 Kwame Opoku-Duku reads some of his Ecclesiastes-inspired poetry

Valerie Hsiung shares some powerful excerpts from in her own words

William Lessard performs some of his brilliantly surreal “Facebook” poems
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FLAPPERHOUSE Reading #19 / Issue 16 Flight Party

Join us at Brooklyn’s Pacific Standard on Wednesday, January 10, 2018 as we axe through the frozen seas of our souls & celebrate the flight of our Winter 2018 issue with our 19th reading!


Admission is FREE, and you can buy copies of FLAPPERHOUSE #16 for the special reading price of $5US~

For the Facebook event page, click here.

FLAPPERHOUSE Reading #13, in Pictures

A million savage hugs to everyone who helped make last night’s reading such a vicious joy: Eric, Anthony, Mary Boo, Sylvia, Monica, Lonnie, and Bill for performing your flappy work; Alibi for your exquisite singing and photography; Pacific Standard for your most generous hospitality; and all you beautiful, charming folks who came to watch. Let’s do this again on March 22…

Photos by Alibi Jones

img_6229Eric Baker gets the show rolling with a recital of his hilarious musings

img_6243Anthony Michael Morena reads some “B-Sides” from The Voyager Record

img_6253Mary Boo Anderson is a whirlwind of poetic performance art

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FLAPPERHOUSE Reading #13 / YEAR THREE Flight Party

fhreading13posterWe’re gonna throb our hearts & shake our blood as we celebrate the flight of our YEAR THREE print anthology with our 13th reading! Wednesday night, February 15, from 7 – 9 PM at Pacific Standard in Brooklyn.


& the late SYLVIA PLATH

Admission is FREE, and you can get your paws on our YEAR THREE print anthology before it officially goes on sale, for the special reading price of $10 (that’s 45% off the retail price)!

“Crystal” – Poetry by William Lessard

Crystal - Paul Klee, 1921
Crystal – Paul Klee, 1921

“Crystal” is one of four bewitching poems that William Lessard contributed to our Summer 2016 issue. Get your paws on a copy of FLAPPERHOUSE X to read them all!

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(After Starkweather’s imagine color)

through a stem
metaphysical experiment
the beaker
I drink the pixels
taste like
like Comedy
we talk
all the time
but I never
met you
our failure
as Mystery,
as little
theatrical machine
that assembles
this is
what is it is
to live
with you,
to cast
my spell
the endless

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