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REVICULES 111
On J. Gordon Faylor, Lila Matsumoto, Luke Roberts,
John Bloomberg-Rissman, Unica Zürn, Henri Michaux, and Eley Williams
(CLM, Mandel Cabrera, Jonathan Catherall)
For how much longer will I entrust those crucial hypnagogic phrases to memory? To begin
from a point of voided excess—with all of the implied junking of the vernacular—is to go outer
Blake, vision rheumy in the canthus. Then you will arrive at the imperative: to make a music
around which the human almost accretes [italicization here as flailing grammaticule]. Do we
know how our ‘poems’ move? Tell, then, how these sentences might be a path back home, how
their textual currency might approximate the flows and disbursements of an economy that
poetry can or cannot know.
CLM
From The Ganges
"...no
I am not a storm obscured by vigorous bacteria & waste
descending
to 'streams'
& 'lakes'
& rivelets
as 'compressible liquid'
as 'solvent'
as 'ionizing agent'
but perhaps
as Shudra*
I am ' lavender'
'camphor'
as flowing diamond through oracular conclave
unlike cobalt traced as eclectic rigidity
& no
I am not a lizard at the Gumti River*
awaiting outcome from my sins
as seeming Chandala*
I am exposed to other substances & orders
to other burnings
to other chroma
lower than vicarious mirage
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in this
there is nothing outside my own electrical momentum nothing outside my surge as
inconsequent charisma*
for the 'eight million four hundred thousand' parturitions that claim the self through
suffering
I exist as no more than hyper-estrangement
unknown
to oblations
or personal sacrifice
or pre-engendered mantra
again
concerning castes
being Dravidian & Sino-Tibetan
I am at one with being Shudra
at the lowest cycle
at the sullen rank scorched by immobility
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WILL ALEXANDER
nothing exists
in this regard
I am electric
feral
roaming beyond pre-thought conclusion
& I mean
the gods
the demons
the godlings
the formed & disposable rishis
as sullied hyper-annealment
as cause unknown to Brahma
as curious nauseant outside of Indra
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I can say
that I maximize seclusion
I practice in-born honour
according to hidden blazes
according to mercurial salt
that extracts itself from noise & error..."
Glossary
Shudra – An untouchable.
Dhruva – The child who was changed by Vishnu into a star so as to ascend above the station of
others.
Jumna River – "second largest tributary river of the Ganges..."
Gumti River – River in Tripura state in north-east India.
Chandala – Offspring of a Shudra mother who has mated with a Brahmin.
karma marga – In the Bagavagita this constitutes the "way of works."
bhakti marga – In the Gita it means "...love and devotion to a particular deity..."
gyana marga – In the Gita, "the way of knowledge."
inconsequent charisma – The very nature of the Shudra is institutionally demeaned.
Vaishya caste – Third lowest caste.
Kshatriya & the Brahman's – The upper castes. Brahmins are the preeminent caste and the
Kshatriya's are next to the Brahmins in status. Kshatriya was the supposed caste of the Buddha.
acataphasia – The "inability to connect words sensibly into sentences." In this context it means
disorder of all official pronouncement.
varna – "The Sanskrit term for caste." It "literally means color and refers to the caste system with all
the Blacks being the lowest issuing from the feet of Brahma. According to Macfie this "colour bar" is
"the most rigourous and cruel the world has ever known..."
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Alive
Alive
at blood heat
or the laughing bee on a stalk
professional growth leads to higher purchasing power, allowing one to invest in timeless, high-quality
pieces that one can then mélange with Zara
far from Greno and Howard’s shallow “what do you hate about your mom” interviews
She also claimed that her father sexually abused her, sometimes with his sister listening at the door
that life on the outside was too dangerous, too dark, and that Rapunzel would die if she left the tower
Bad things happen to pretty blondes with no parents. I thought Grimm’s fairy tales were written for children, as
warnings. But they were actually collected as folklore, and told to and by adults.
Grimm’s Rapunzel is banished from the tower by her mother after she’s caught making love to the Prince
Also, I believe it’s important not to do work in my bedroom. That’s my space to sleep, write, read, and meditate
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My mom was an artist. Though this was left dormant for much of her life. As a Vietnamese
immigrant in the 60s her artistic-ness was considered a talent, but not taken seriously, not made
much of. And she spent her life doing some job to contribute to the family’s income. It was only
when she retired that she took up these activities again, and then it poured out of her—
hundreds of paintings, and other creative endeavors. She was also autistic, in my unscientific
diagnosis. Maladjusted. Poor language skills. She only ever spoke with a child’s simple
sentences, and simple perspective. Highly private. The only company she accepted was our
immediate family.
I had adolescent depression, and this on its own, removed me from my family, from being close
to anyone in fact. But what I now see, is that I am exactly 50% my mother and 50% my father. If
you opened me up I think you’d find everything inside precisely composed like that. The years
before they died I had had almost no contact with my family, and I believed that one’s friends
are one’s family, the family that you choose. But I learned that that’s wrong. It sounds corny, but
what I learned was your immediate family and you are a tree—and chopping off any part is
monstrous
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Barista Love
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Step in Pariah
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OLIVER BAGGOTT
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Royal We
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OLIVER BAGGOTT
Puttin Out
[Note: Royal We and Puttin Out first appeared in the Crater Press publication Drawings. Other works can be seen at
the artist’s website.]
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High Modernist Relapse: A Neuroscience-Informed Prosepoem
In the land of neurochemistry everyone is equally fucked. A physical material self walks through
the high grass in search of new neural pathways. Some of them have shorter stems growing over
the previously trodden-on versions of such paths but they now start to blend into the tall
flowers.
I like the idea of walking in recovery sometimes you make machetes from your soles
and chop through the foliage to feel your way through. Other times you follow someone else’s
clearing. But those old paths are pre-destined, you know where you’ll end up.
Sometimes it’s best to push through the nettle burn and sit down on the other side. But
there are moments when we’re vulnerable, hubristic and hysterical, unthinking and unfeeling,
repressing something ulterior in the sinuses of solipsistic stories. I often get anxious saying these
things. How can I write a poem about how I recovered from drug addiction without a strong
‘I’ in there? I can’t absent myself from a story about myself!
I tried to imagine the high grass that day when I followed an old path hoping for a new
endpoint. I made an old choice hoping for a new result. I went to a pub called the Junction.
The Junction is pugnacious and habeas viscus vibrates slowly over the rooftops. I’m
informed at the entrance there is decreased D2 receptor availability. I frown without really
understanding what that means. The Junction is the place where you can hear a culture of
quivering between history and ontology. The corporeal realm is littered with glass over amen
breaks. The advert in the window asks me if I want a career in leisure. The reward is deficiency.
The recruitment, suboptimal. Sure, I think, pay me to drink Stella in the sunshine or to snort
enough white so that I don’t have to share air with fascists.
The Junction is full of addicts, junkies, crackheads, day-time binge drinkers performing
mnemonic labour over the slot machines, trying to figure out if the phantoms are imaginary or
not. I swallow rat poison. We’re all drinking so much alcohol, I’m not sure what we’re
preserving. This beautiful escape from planetary death.
The pub is also full of plant-sellers outside doing tricep dips on the rickety benches
before stroking the filthy pugs of passers-by. I started to feel hungry, the bartender tells me that
‘the stomach is always already empty.’ I smile and he goes back to reading Heidegger whilst
counting the change in the till.
No one really planned on ending up here, playing pool with strangers, wearing our St
George’s crosses, going to crusade with the voices in our heads. The Palestinian equestrian
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chases the dragon on the lawn. I see a new pale ale called delirium tremens. The pink elephant
comes alive and fucks me. I give birth stillborn on the hippocampus.
‘It turns out maybe there isn’t a cure for this,’ I say to the damaged diachronic agent. ‘I
should know, I waited a whole year. Expecting myself to heal and get better – and I did in part
– but one sip of beer is five pints is two grams of yé!’
The agent peels an orange.
‘Its two halves are anisotropic,’ he says, ‘fractional, like your pleasure centres.’ The agent
is obsessed with aphorisms. He turns to me and says ‘what is organic is corruptible. It’s okay to
be off your face so many hours in the day. What is a face? What is being off it?’
I cast my eyes to the heavens praying for an exit from the conversation.
The agent keeps saying I have ‘an air of introjective dejection’ about me. I misheard and
said ‘I don’t inject.’ He says ‘the truth occupies every singularity.’ He pulls out Flaubert’s
Madame Bovary and – looking suggestively over the spine – he offers me a wink and continues:
‘mimetic poisons are the best sedatives or cures you’ll find. If you want to fit in here it’s probably
worth knowing how to talk.’
Such agents, however damaged or diachronic, are the subject’s entrance into self-
narration. It’s an automatic impulse to say. In order to eat from the broken orange you have to
pass an exam on Emmanuel Levinas by shouting the words ‘say’ and ‘responsibility’ for an entire
hour with increasing intensity and volume. No one knows why this is a test. The agents always
mutter something about ‘fractal interiorities and algebras of need, full immersion in the
recovery relapse recovery process.’ I begin to think this is all an elaborate ruse to negotiate a
temporality that fissures over our recondite fantasies.
I begin to wish for an indecent end to all of this.
Sometimes the agent switches to the subjunctive mood to get a point across. That’s why
you throw shrapnel at my knuckles, at the bottom of this well there are wishes. And the damaged
agent wished me well before telling me I should get this right now otherwise I might end up
like him, peeling an orange at the Junction at the age of 70 with veins lined with metallic
adulteration, wishing I had more time. The agents are libidinally invested in these subjunctive
moods, it’s as if the totality of the care provided at the Junction wasn’t enough to provide
comfort.
Away with dog fairies asleep in psychosis comatosed alertness.
The relapse is not meant to be part of this journey but it’s now part of mine. Friends
who love me call me and express sorrow. This isn’t for them to apologise. It’s for my lips to
crack over. Pale grey in their silence.
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AZAD ASHIM SHARMA
The palimpsests of joy confound a sober version of myself. I am never authentic and
battle the construction of two false selves. Each self is authenticity sous-rature. The more false
they are the more true they are.
I fall under the spell of the high priest of recidivism – the new avant garde founded on
a voxel based morphometric that saps at my resources.
The narrative suffers structural alterations.
I become hypersensitive mourning for the lack of protein molecule Nogo A. I
volunteered for victimhood in the meso cortico limbic system, the administrator tells me to
start forgetting things I used to remember in the morning. The administrator warns me that
my failure to do this would result in a lifelong illness such as was suffered by a patient who,
upon entering the Junction, recited Whitman’s ‘One Hour to Madness and Joy’ for a whole
hour and ended up cutting out his tongue.
‘Okay take another hit and then lie here,’ the administrator orders, and then I’m laid
down on a bed of rocks and covered in price tags.
After an hour I have to walk around the pub wearing nothing but the price tags which
are affixed to my body. If this doesn’t work I have to go and scream at yourself in the mirror.
If that doesn’t work I’ll be electrocuted.
In the state of powerlessness there might come a surrender to the process of quailing at
shortcomings, reticent but fully exposed to tides of thought that break across my brow with a
new tortured disconsolation. The fear that arches above a purple aura as sun sets on cheer like
a disconnected phone-call. I reverberate with the clouds, those tiny esoteric sacks of tears from
the sky, you move over my skin like a mosquito and maybe it happens again, the relapse, maybe
it doesn’t but the desire to find a lesson in this is quite hard to catch in my hands and I’m
reaching for some kind of comfort in the cortex of someone else who knows this affliction.
Hypertrophic obstinate abstinence implements the stringency of familiar wisdom. You
don’t sit in a barber shop not expecting to get a haircut. Why would you sit in a pub not
expecting to drink? Modest behavioural differences are swept under activated astrocytes. The
gibbous moon leaves oleaginous spots on my skin: a diffusion of sensibility paramount to
microgliosis. They take my blood. The test results come back positive and display increased
volume. I’m not really sure what I wanted the tests to come back as. I contemplate leaving the
Junction. The bartender looks over at me sternly and orders me a drink. I force a line into me
wondering what is this way that separates us? I’m now outside. I’m smoking. I feel on fire. All
the leaves in my body are shaking.
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AZAD ASHIM SHARMA
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flared muscle of a leg does and does not lean
on switches of ancestors to violet vision
[the pin of the garment holds animals apart
slipping for air in thinning intervals between scorches
seeing fractionally below sheets of surface tension
[your more in common with eels than eels with lamprey
contoured, mimic of a jawless choreography
a mock-silk-backed waistcoat adhering
[the counterpose
the water asks not to be usurped by the head of a fowl
as though one were a thing and another were not ten bottles’ neck
already slid past its outlines
[request pelted transversal
iridescence a coating
drawn to extinguish, feeding
[beads of a plumage’s proof, perspirations
strip skin of the teeth of a print matte and tufted
fleshing out states of prey and illusion
wanting without extension, each uttered waves longing
sensitive pigment tuning spectral
[limb bared prone to unpaired fins
the shallow marine, the brackish underbite
tongue like a kick to the stone for salt
[lambently fracked sheen, leaded tissues
broke on the bank too short in sight
[scales fallen, operation over, petals glowing
radiant to quicken evolutions
curve of the small of a species’ spine might and might
not stretch too far for shaping
figure’s bloom toning
fulgid stream
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From NORTH HILLS
quite a way after Hsü Hun (788-867? AD)
qua time
early fall
These are two versions of the same poem, intended to show something of the range of options which the polysemous nature
of Chinese characters and Chinese poetic syntax allow. See, e.g., the front-matter to Wai-lim Yip, Chinese Poetry, or to my
Free Poetry Vol. 5 no. 2 (2009): https://freepoetrycom.files.wordpress.com/2017/09/harry-gilonis-_north-hills_.pdf
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reed-flute song 1
I was born
in the black used-to-be
Heaven fell like rain
confusion and disorder
‘all roads led to the mire…’
people fleeing / General Sorrow
dust & cigarettes
held, captive
(righteousness deficit)
I non- , not- , un-
daily violence & insult
my zither confronts their reed-flute
no-one knows my mind
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HARRY GILONIS
reed-flute song 2
reed-flute song 17
Ts’ai Yen, an Eastern Han dynasty calligrapher, ch’in (zither) player and poet, was abducted by Hsiung-nu nomads and
forcibly married to a barbarian chief; 12 years later she was ransomed and returned to China. The ‘Songs to a Nomad Flute’
are both a set of ch’in pieces and a series of poems, ascribed to her and dealing with her life and adventures.
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rained parade
gone fishing
farewell poem
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HARRY GILONIS
travelling night
travelling feeling
Yu, a woman poet, is best-known for her 8-line verses; and Tu, a man, for his quatrains. I’ve published versions of these as
Free Poetry Vol. 5 no. 2 (2009): https://freepoetrycom.files.wordpress.com/2017/09/harry-gilonis-_north-hills_.pdf
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HARRY GILONIS
The originals of these ‘songs’ by Ou-yang (male) and Li (female) are in the Sung Dynasty poetic mode tz’u, wherein words
were set to then-popular song tunes. In the intervening millennium or so all trace of the music has vanished.
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snow poem
***
unsent letter
The original was written, and published, in Chinese (as was then customary) by the Korean woman poet Hŏ Nansŏrhŏn
(허초희), writing as ‘Hsü Ching-fan’. She was widely published and anthologised in Korea and China; this poem appeared in
China, in Nineteen Poems of Younger Sister Hsü. See (e.g.) http://www.columbia.edu/~sek2114/content/intro.html
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DONA MAYOORA
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DONA MAYOORA
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kaonashi
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relentless torque
of scale dis
perse impers
onal from first
enjoinder
ed body
stag ring face
of corporat
ion gut they in
stil spirits dai
ly bread rise thank
is what accounts us
i wanted a rock
to be able to
say to the mining
industry look, this
is the bedrock
understand exactly
the scale on which
this matter had been
the subject
we must neglect
no opportunity
to erode
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FRED CARTER
the concept of
a global impact
is not working
for us and, in
the meantime,
your body has
already eaten
the distance
[Note: Italicised sections include words from Michael Heseltine’s interview for On the Record, Daniel Graßmann’s
‘Solar Energy in Gran Canaria,’ Daisy Hildyard’s The Second Body, national archive records of Ferdinand Mount’s
trade union reform policy, and other google searches.]
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Mari Lwyd
shamanism is a kind of mental disease … the shamanic vocation is manifested by a crisis, a
temporary derangement of the future shaman’s spiritual equilibrium. All the observations and
analysis that have been made at this point are particularly valuable – Mircea Eliade
cthonico-funerary
anghenfil
cangen
â chyrn canghenog
chdi fysa’r
llwydni tu fewn
y benglog
lliwiau ar asgwrnwedd
ail-gydiad tanllyd gynt cynrhôd blwyddyn
yn cil-cnoi ein bodoloaeth e’i hun1
three psalter harp}}
(in the) ghost (bush) dance religion
mytho psych physiology
o galon y mis du
i galan masiaeth
certain notions about sacrament
arch their voice
in toxophilic lusts
noson calan ://
s scapegoated
deeptrip šurru
to begin”
akîtu
tempore
of the goat
1
cthono-funerary monster/branch/and branched horns/ you would be the grey mould inside the skull/ colours on
grey/fiery second burst before the circle of the year/nibbling on its own tail
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telyn rhawn
crwyn
skiningrove
exemplary combat
recited
redacted
“orgy”
“deluge”
Ritus
Tiamat or Marduk
Rhein
equum demonds drugs &c
god hath
3 keys
wnesi ddim
wnesi ddim
wnesi ddim2
kiss fire alter
Agni
& of 5 layers
fires &
lights
shield profane
time//
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RHYS TRIMBLE
mythico-rituality
East by easter
fixator allkiss
cosmovision &
retrogression wonderful
metaphor pryderi
dei pecccati
ek - wos
expect
significance
human torso
&
equine tower
pitch accent
reactualizes
iconographic
Bethan Mholaise
or Rhiannon
finely cast bridle
///butchery marks
lumina nocte
didn’t even know
they were moving
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gressorial
a little
calibration
caseg
marrow
/
glass
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From apisodes
4. MANIAC
1.
tired of here?
you
are
here
a fight is coming
the voices are just
noise
reality works
with adjustments
meant to be
stopping smoking
in a few weeks
Anne Laure’s
stopped already
so amazing
very impressive
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you are
the odds
welcome subjects
you made the right choice
2.
there’s a lot
of smoking in this
fuck you
tired of here?
sorry Sigmund
1
Harry Dean Stanton in Twin Peaks: The Return, though he had smoked for seventy odd years.
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NICKY MELVILLE
no one
sees
in your head
identify
map
and confront
another fucking
buzzard mewl!2
what is it with
that shit?
is it a message?
keep calm
and carrion
over and
over
North by Northwest
in the background
unless I am
mistaken
3.
enhanced interrogation
2
see ABBODIES and ‘apisodes 2 & 3.’
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BLIP
brief
and limited
psychosis
mindlantis
4.
Sam Beckett
what a babe
6.
confrontation
begins
buzzard
mewl again
confrontation
boulevard
you
are
here
I was lost
in me own head
again
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NICKY MELVILLE
7.
was looking up
maniac episodes
and looked up
manic episodes
by mistake
instead
came up again
after
to relax
I did the quick crossword
augury?
in a sudden
and shocking
violent scene
now he
Jonah Hill
turns into
a buzzard!
and flies toward
the moon
or an eagle it changes
in one shot
it’s a red kite
9.
there’s no way
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NICKY MELVILLE
this is a coincidence
then there’s
a hawk at the end
I don’t think
it’s a buzzard
10.
afterwards
I read about the series
on appocalypse.co
Atlantis is
also mentioned
in the new season
of The Good Place
for those
that have
it all
Foreverspin3
Inception
anyone?
3
Foreverspin is a company that sells little metal spinning tops, for those that have it all, which look exactly like the totem
Leonardo Di Caprio uses in Inception to work out whether he’s awake or dreaming.
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SASCHA AURORA AKHTAR
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SASCHA AURORA AKHTAR
are, entombed.
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In this lifetime.
***
The other sculptures are equally compelling, their placement perfect. A naked woman holding
a hand mirror out to the side looks straight into it, strange bronzed children sitting alone,
another naked woman whose exposed back you see as you approach the nook where she sits
looking forever out to the sea, her hips perfectly formed.
I realize I have been searching for the vivid magenta of bougainvillea- half here, I am half not
here but in another place, I have been transported to my childhood and I am a child surrounded
by houses cloaked by bougainvillea – but here, there is no bougainvillea.
***
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From DRESSINGS
1.5
full scene stay here hard light throws up con-
scripted turbines each blade lint against
sky beige sea the shingle’s strange flora
blue as latent patchwork fresh algae’s
hue under the still pane blemishes
where seahorses gather ultrasound
or fall sick within bright cornflower
clamped abdomen out of home dumbstruck
at the margin high winds teethe and knit
1.6
phone in the audit one taut pixel
veers needle point against full red of
burgeoning autumn defer stitches
for open mouth as red lumen blaze
enzymes growth factors and hormones
that seek company tack through ingress
no sham network this wild buildout
fresh reds course through deep no-fly zones
fill their boots or hold one another
1.8
orange segments and talcum I throw up
against the sullied dovecot’s peeling
bars cream grid I abdicate and call
and in violent wrongdoing then raise
up slickly trauma from deep tissue
as cipher as glistening welt as
gewgaw swaying as promise of our
open speech medallion the mediate
stand-in red centre for loose healing
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Note: César Vallejo’s Trilce was first published in 1922. Each translation is followed by a gloss.
The translations are by William Rowe and the glosses are by William Rowe and Helen Dimos.
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CÉSAR VALLEJO / WILLIAM ROWE / HELEN DIMOS EROTOPLASTY 4
Trilce I Trilce I
Who’s making that racket and won’t allow Somebody’s making a noise that stops us hearing what’s
the islands to be dumped and a testament. really going on.
A little more consideration The noise might be most poetry, it might be language, or
as it’ll be late, early, prison guards who won’t let the prisoners shit or write in
and the guano will be better peace. When Vallejo was in gaol, prisoners were allowed to
assayed, the simple stinking corpse of finance use the toilets only four times a day.
that the salty gannet
proffers without wanting,
in the insular heart, The guano boom of the late nineteenth century injected
with each hyaloid liquidity into the Peruvian economy and allowed
buffeting. capitalism to take off. Guano is bird excrement, deposited
on islands off the coast, exported to Europe as fertiliser for
intensive farming.
A little more consideration,
and the liquid compost six pm
OF THE MOST MAGNIFICENT B FLATS. Something half-heard starts to be audible. Dead matter,
money, pass through the poem and Peru: real external
forces traverse poetry. Are we capable of hearing them
And the peninsula rises up before it’s too late? It’s a life or death question.
behind, muzzled, fearless
in the mortal line of equilibrium.
The poem resists the subsumption of life by the
accumulation of capital. In opposition to capitalist desires,
is there a relation between the absence of fear and wanting,
and the truth of poetry?
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CÉSAR VALLEJO / WILLIAM ROWE / HELEN DIMOS EROTOPLASTY 4
Trilce II Trilce II
Time Time. Prison punctuates time with its physical order; it creates
a time that’s equally subdivided and empty. Language
administers it.
Mid-day stagnated between sun-glares.
Boring pump of prison reduces
time time time time. Whether one is in actual prison or not, prison-time is a
static present, an empty time excised from the continuity
of time’s movement. It is held in place by a fixed rhythm,
Was Was. which the poem’s metronomic repetition of words
embodies. Vallejo was imprisoned for 112 days for a crime
he did not commit.
Cocks crow scratching on in vain.
Mouth of the bright day that conjugates
was was was was. The poem wants to wake up but prison-time has imposed
itself on language: where is ‘the present’? The sounds of a
new day do not bring a new day.
Tomorrow Tomorrow.
But there’s something that exists before naming. This other
The still warm bed of being. thing wounds us, makes our hair stand on end, and itself
The present thinks keep me for suffers language.
tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow.
If language shapes time, can we find a new language. The
Name Name. E at the end of namE is a small emblem of that possibility.
The exact repetition of words has been broken.
What’s that called that prickles us?
It’s called the Selfsame that suffers
name name name namE.
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CÉSAR VALLEJO / WILLIAM ROWE / HELEN DIMOS EROTOPLASTY 4
Trilce IV Trilce IV
Two carts rasp against the hammers There’s a grinding noise, made by two things grating
all the way to the trifurcal tear ducts against each other. There’s also a third thing that might
when we never did anything against them. reach beyond division and make the lovers into One, but
Against the other woman yes, unloved, the child cannot complete the circle.
bitternessed in a rural tunnel
by the One, and in harsh glacial
spiritual trials. There is grief in the poem. The child cannot be a seamless
part of the One, nor can he separate from it. He refuses
to ingest the mother love, yet there is a painful relating to
I lay down sounding like the third part these unchosen conditions. The situation is unresolvable:
but the afternoon – hwat’s to be ddone about it – the circle cannot be squared, despite the false certainty of
makes a ring in my head, furiously family logics.
not wanting to be made into doses of mother. They are
the rings.
They are the nuptial tropics utterly chewed. But adjacent to grief something radical starts to happen:
To go away, better than everything, an interference has broken into language and stops it from
breaks as Crucible. becoming an object of desire which can take the place of
pain. The rasping the poem begins with makes a non-
subsumable grit. The poem asks ‘What can be done’ at
That not having discoloured the point where surplus noise and redundant letters stop
for no reason. Side by side with destiny and weep words being smoothly absorbed.
and weep. The whole song
squared in three silences.
In itself, that would amount to an avant-gardist stance.
But the poem does not stop there. That the family cannot
Heat. Ovary. Almost transparency. form a seamless trinity, that there’s no alchemy to join
It’s been all wept. It’s been all waked over what is separate, that personal and historical pain cannot
fully on the left. be healed: to make the poem the place of non-suture is to
place us inside a true questioning of what is needed.
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CÉSAR VALLEJO / WILLIAM ROWE / HELEN DIMOS EROTOPLASTY 4
Trilce LV Trilce LV
Samain would say the air is calm and of a contained The poem begins by quoting a line of Albert Samain,
sadness. French symbolist poet. In the same poem Samain writes,
‘the golden leaves […] fall, slowly, like memories, on the
grass.’ The scene is ‘a hospice or a prison’: the words induce
Vallejo says today Death is welding every edge to every a pleasing melancholy that wants to conjure away pain.
strand of lost hair, from the dish of a frontal bone, where
there’s seaweed, lemon balm singing sacred mastic trees on
guard, and antiseptic poems without owner. Actual experience of both hospital and prison cannot
accommodate the genteel music of late nineteenth-century
lyricism, which seems outside life, history, and experience:
Wednesday, with dethroned fingernails tears its own ‘antiseptic poems without owner’. The poem strikes from
camphor fingernails, and through dusty sieves filters its own place: ‘Vallejo says today Death is welding every
echoes, turned pages, limescale, edge to / every strand of lost hair’. The thought does not
fly buzzing flinch before the absoluteness of death which will place
when there’s dead person, and bright spongy grief and a bit every molecule beyond the limit of language.
of hope.
Actual Death, which has been severely occluded inside
A patient is reading the News, as if on a lectern. capitalism and especially inside the modern hospital,
Another one is stretched out throbbing, longfaced, near appears here at the beginning of the poem and again in the
enough buried. end, in the emptied yet visible signifier of true absence (‘the
And I notice one shoulder’s in its place yellow wooden number’). In the poem’s middle a living
still and is almost ready after this one, on the other side. death is shown: patients so dead in life half their body
has already been left to slip into the other realm. The fly
buzzing through the ward visits a later poem of Vallejo’s,
And the afternoon has passed sixteen times through the “The windows have shuddered”. There, the fly ‘serves the
patrolled subsoil, cause of religion’, as here, its sound unzips the beliefs of
and one is almost absent those clinging to ‘bright spongy grief’ and ‘a bit of hope’, if
in the yellow wooden number they had ears to hear.
of the bed that’s been empty so much time
over there…………………….
in front. The material substrate of the hospital is being endlessly
patrolled. Yet surveillance and the murdering of death
cannot touch the place of real death. The end of the poem
traverses this place in its ongoingness. The suspended dots
let us see it.
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You’re dead. These dead persons have no relation with the real
integument of time and space. They vibrate, but it’s to the
sound of a wound they are incapable of suffering. They are
unreflective material, dead to thought. To them, as Emily
What strange manner of being dead. Anyone would say Dickinson wrote, life is always ‘over there’.
you’re not dead. But the truth is you are.
The membrane could separate Symbolic and Real, life
You float nothingly on the other side of the membrane and death, conscious and unconscious; yet the thought is
that hangs from zenith to nadir and comes and goes from complicated by the ‘coming and going’ of the membrane
sunset to sunset, vibrating to the sound-box of a wound itself, as if these are pulses in which the passage between
whose pain you don’t feel. What I’m saying is life is in the worlds is more possible? Yet the dead of this poem do not
mirror and you’re the original, death. approach even this. To be dead in life (incapable of full
life) and dead in death (incapable of full death) are brought
together; so to be alive in life, and alive in death (not
As the wave goes and the wave comes, how easy to immortality) are brought into relation.
be dead with impunity. Only when the waters divide at
opposing borders, and fold and fold, then you become
transfigured and believing you’re dying, you perceive the At the point where life is most intense, which could be
sixth string which isn’t yours any more. actual death, or a symbolic death inside life, these dead
think they are dying; they perceive their lost life only in its
closing.
You’re dead, not having lived, ever. Anyone would say
that not being now, there was some other time when you
were. But the truth is you’re the corpses of a life that never It has been suggested that the dead of this poem represent
was. Sad destiny. Never to have been anything but dead. To the intellectuals of Trujillo, where Vallejo studied at
be a dry leaf without ever having been green. Orphanhood university. But the poem goes further. According to the
of orphanhoods. common belief that time is a continuous chain of cause
and effect, present deadness must have originated from
some previous living state. But there’s no life of which these
And yet, the dead are not, cannot be corpses of a life dead could have died. To be dead without having died is
not yet lived. They have always died of life. to be outside the cycle of birth and death. The condition
presented here reaches fully into the deadness of our own
time.
You’re dead.
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Two interludes from Organ Music
(interlude)
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(interlude)
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From Intermissions and Things
Thing 14
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“A student asked me
What is fascism
I said
Our sanctified twoness”
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HELEN DIMOS
“If love is supposed whole and unfragmented, it is bound from the outset to fail; if it is
jettisoned in order to be won, there is no guarantee that it will return; it is lost insofar as the
individuated love does not on its own, without any deus ex machina, go over into the
universal. The sole path of success that remains open to love is also that of its progressive
impossibility. If recourse to the pre-given universality of love has long been of no avail, the
radically particular love verges on contingency and absolute indifference, and no intermediary
provides for compromise.”
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A room of bookshelves
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HELEN DIMOS
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[I want to ask
if you thought I would be
enough,
talking to me
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HELEN DIMOS
Please give me the music that will blow all the shit out of my head.
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“In such times of progress and successful development it is necessary to work and make the
best use of the time. The time of INCREASE does not endure, therefore it must be utilized
while it lasts.
While observing how thunder and wind increase and strengthen each other, a man can note
the way to self-increase and self-improvement. When he discovers good in others, he should
imitate it and thus make everything on earth his own. This ethical change represents the most
important increase of personality.
Where increase is thus in harmony with the highest laws of the universe, it cannot be
prevented by any constellation of accidents.”
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HELEN DIMOS
A group of people including me are walking through a crypt. Underground darkish bodies in
coffins set in slots, alcoves, with clouded windows sealing each one. People are putting their
hands on the darkened windows & something is being communicated. I am growing afraid
because if some sequence or number of these windows are touched some very bad thing will
happen. It happens. The people have put their hands on the windows and the right formula
has come to unleash the thing.
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There are days a grayish thing hangs from the ceiling behind the curtain of the visible.
69
Clay Scars
feather statue
identity landscape def[r]ames blooded particle
dusk noise fractal ulcer
flinted somniac bark
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Emaciated Motion
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MJB
Nest Migration
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MJB
conditional #7
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conditional #8
serotonin seams quickly and[or
slowly into
hard sky
recognition abstracts beyond the
single body decomposes
into dispersed diadems scattering
blanch rapid common screams
in terrorising cloud cameos
densing pressure
waters in these tepid night
bears rabid molecules
crying like a sorrowful tree
bear branches bowing in
spiky silhouette
neurochemicals coal egg layers
free to imagine only
_____ _____
threw mossfrost
flowering fungus-grasses
bog floodlevels rising
grit dry stream silty shallows
parch cicada
mayfly oak
kernelsketch walls desolate bracken
hunger still kneading
_____ _____
absence along trajectory of slingshot
collective ages and seems
orange embers as
the song fades
wilde perky lusts its detached
meetings dark terraces
mossy corners
rising symptoms bud swells lacquer sheens
pinked in alleys
down the wild boulevards
direction libidinated
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From The Vispo Bible
Genesis 7
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Genesis 8
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AMANDA EARL
Genesis 9
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Unnumberable
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garba in-script
religious doldrum
overexpectant returns
re-evaluative returns
durational faculty
rejubilant surrogacy
sanctity
the re - turbulent
field in monotonous
entrapments sat tightly
in confidence satiated
spilling circles of parse - ness
bedouin errings
in the slur of spring whip wind
half step contained walks
in fragranced contrast
the half brothers and parish
families cut across cloth
halfspoken toilet ushers
in bellicose floors
misapprehending alignments
creaking breezy words flying for the postexpectant gratuitous slumberers where
worldly irritants pale in pusillanimous chuntering ushering in futures implicit
plumstead motion sickness semi detached marquees patio premature mike leigh suburban
dreams – veg biriyani / chips at morley’s / momos at kailash / vine tomatoes on the go /
himalayan abodes – blessings in oil down axioms / separative foods / in shredded chicken and
salt beef and sweet breadfruit / local honey to whom / outercity journeys with manosankar
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NICO VASSILAKIS
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NICO VASSILAKIS
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passenger to
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ANNE-LAURE COXAM
safety
read and
retain
for future reference
before brexiting
social services
with your brexiter
ensure
there are no
bones
Brexit
only a few
nuts
hazelnuts
peanuts
at a time
warning
the cutting is sharp
ensure
your access(t)ory
is well positioned
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never use
a damaged brexiter
get it checked
or repaired
see social services
never use
an unauthorised
access(t)tory
with your brexiter
misuse
of your brexiter
can result in
injury
do not play
with your brexiter
or lack of experience
and knowledge
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ANNE-LAURE COXAM
is between
the veg garden
and the path
in the dusty space
(it was hot that day)
which is neither nor
last summer
(actually not far from
this village and the place
the photo was taken)
we spent a few days with friends
in a similar house
fresh and haunted by spiders
(we had a long conversation about them)
surrounded by heat
even if the damp
was lying in the shade of trees
where mice were moving
and birds hiding
anyway
one morning
I said “shall I make more coffee?”
and I know what it means
my ex from Manchester
and I parted
my mum (my mum!) drove
us to the airport
on the backseat we cried
endlessly I cried
until he passed security
then I joined my mum in the car park
eyes dry practicalities in mind
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After the Vanguard
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DANIEL SPICER
Testimony of teat-heartedness
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Oceans
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Emotional Sewage
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JESSIE WIDNER
Mutter
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Ink Wish
I
Immediately attitude moving, prominently at quality
II
Accordeoned
Incautious, rebreathed theoretically minarets diametrically gustily
III
Presidency
Liquefying, lilt
Brot, sweated-superscription pontificating understandable
horizontalising copying
Bracken and borealis and interrelationship beacon
Bale
Bail
IV
Irritatingly supermarket-softened manalgia ' doomsday-dismantling
heavily remembers
Didn’t poetry caterpillars
Schopenhauer learnt-Alcibiades ' manalgia-dismantling situation
electrocuted
V
Various page
Atom refrigerator arena instrument educational
Alienation on pronunciation
As carefully as
Alongside
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VI
Ministerial so
Ministerial so
Gram addresses addresses receptivity proportional
Gram immediately wish wish experience so
Gram inadvertantly uni-dimensional ' falsified uni-dimensional
VII
Longevous solidification longevous minutiae
Minutiae
VIII
Organisation bothering
Familiarity that
Hostility completed
Familiarity admonishment
Familiarity outside outside gradually gradually
Familiarity gradually Residuary-Long, daily-Ignatius goes gradually
IX
Typewrite firedint combination diamond in
Epithalamion hanging entirely ' epithalamion inclination inclination
X
Occasionally at ordinarily ordinarily
Salon salon salon in in
Electrically electrically discourage ' electrícity complétest necessity
XI
Associational as composition, composition immensely
Poetical poetical austrian, associational as
Operas vocabulary
Operas autobiographies Oceania apologises
Calligraphic Oceania ' identifiable detecting commonplace bundles
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AJCARRUTHERS
XII
Proportional timelengths
Tacet
XIII
Gathering unnecessarily scenario ' predominating unnecessarily
Complainingly extraordinarily Versailles expedition predominating piano
Cutlet anything predominating writing
XIV
Patience characteristic Chaucer
And amiable
Lashtender-chanceqúarried amiable Chaucer , amiable
Inevitable melody
Inevitable inevitable
Mammon, mammon flúshes-on-a-sudden
XV
Escorial autobiography nór-largely-nor-foot-he
Encyclopaedia to encyclopaedia eliminating elimination
Moonmarks road-rút-grapy-duty
Moonmarks it, experiencing perpendicular acceleration
XVI
Love easily grammar, pomegranates, externality
XVII
Separation nutricious
Simultaneity responsibilities allo-allbuminous continuous, continuously,
continuously
Simultaneity
XVIII
Peninsula peninsula
Insular peninsula
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XIX
Peripheral inch
Salt agitation gisaltan in is tenant
Penumbral salum
XX
Theyrethyr
XXI
Rationalisation Constantinople
Repeat, repeat revolutionary sarcasm
Repeat paleolithic paleolithic aerobiology ' graniittipatsas, graniittipatsas
Salvándolos schwa
Sarcasm
XXII
Systematic grapholagnia, systematic
Pulsoria ' pulsoria pantogamie pulsoria
Circular plah, character, psalmody
Circular rhesus on radiotolerans disharmonie
Circular negligence, horizontal
Pulsoria plah omnium, omnium pli
XXIII
Physicalism piccage
Radiotolerans, radiotolerans
Gotzig extravagant sup pillow shading astonishing
XXIV
Ireland’s inflammation ‘ conspicuous tropical frippery
Fright
XXV
Dice-box Germanomania zollverein yaf’fle-yaff’il ‘ E-wríck-ríck-críck
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XXVI
Peng periodical vocabulary presentational exercises e-mail
Situation examination abasia-astasia
Gao appointment Little moderator heavy biodiversity
Beverages
XXVII
Strong warm goat.
So grain an go.
Strong warm goat.
Seat a creative an own.
Which kneals of Cornelius yet took. At flops speak.
XXVIII
In on on in.
Ore paean in Jon in inn.
Inn in on pylon.
Iron on inn pyns Jon in.
XXIX
Not at oats.
Noodles at oats.
Noodles at oats overplus.
XXX
Reckon but but aswarm.
Deacon do did do,
Deacon slid did scritched did do do.
Feckless did but Greek.
XXXI
Saucepan lit Jills hat.
Saucepan et Sylvester.
Saucepan et throughed Sylvester.
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XXXII
Saucepan et Sylvester.
Saucepan such lit.
Saucepan such yis yinz.
XXXIII
Saucepan et whiffletree.
Saucepan multum ipsum ye et alto multum.
Saucepan yinz.
XXXIV
A dub file foot flush.
A fret gab.
A rear park rock fluke.
A mow bow.
XXXV
Venery tyre Pole had.
Venery had tyre tears. Tyre type winds pole. Police
Venery
XXXVI
Gallant fiber.
Had had had had had belay that is is, had had Police, is that police.
XXXVII
Roses Will patrol rows.
XXXVIII
Flung saint first.
One twicely flung.
Flung saint swung.
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XXXIX
A I. Auto.
Horse bit buffalo flies.
Past, shall pour buffalo fruit.
XL
Can cans outshine.
Can big balloon that fell.
Can bread outshine in turn the ideas.
Can sleep outshine in turn the bread.
XLI
And and then then there.
And the.
And there then the than.
XLII
Beaks of gas.
Gas chaplain gets.
Gets chaplain green.
XLIII
Bean bean been bean bean
Been bean bean been bean
Bean been bean bean been
Bean bean been bean bean.
XLIV
Late pallet figs ' five end if.
Late polish light kob ' dok track else if.
Late parser pack. Hang dangles dag bags scraunched trains
Late purpler pile schlepped dust up brown louds. If whiskey trains stalled
Palate’s palette.
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XLV
Mosaic mosaic mixed may.
XLVI
Refute hadding to extra trembler have of may. Tuple
Second
May mend might is have does. Might if at eight. Mixed gain.
Fax
May France. May France. Fore chute flu.
XLVII
They that up twice not or all is not glass out. Noun in
Spong out.
Sibyl, span as an about leaving leaves out.
XLVIII
Thomas hugging hugged Kim hugs Eve, Thomas hugs hugged dog hugged Kim
[hugs, hugging
Eve hugged Kim,
Kim hugged Eve’s dog.
XLIX
Flan we flan we glace.
L
Megan’s white horse baffled as Jack bought. Pecan.
LI
Loafe fig at hungry Feste, sat sprung hungry as at spring.
LII
Thank bleak ease, grey prune scan and Ninja Turtle.
LIII
King long.
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LIV
Could did.
Could wheat rainer raised shouldn’t wouldn’t cloak oak.
LV
Verbs verb very vain veins surprised.
Shall tout the suite.
LVI
Every good face, deserves all grass, always cows eat fruit
Always
LVII
Next blossom catch air.
Next bloated as b, Selah pale c met lean fayre.
LX
Arthur’s wide side wets. Arthur had gas on a g. Arthur.
LXI
Gram out out out out.
LXII
Beakleavèd, beak-leavèd, beakleavèd, beak-leavèd.
LXIII
Flother it at its if.
LXIV
Tuck sprang billing. Let barn Schwitters seek.
LXV
Lone don rind, don rind in’t denote.
LXVI
As much as much as much as more an, long dord bluck lot,
Laughed liked hired
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LXVI
Maze is breeze is maze breeze.
LXVIII
Querl nim haut bis zél bis karst. Birl shail dol blain ség seine
Doit.
LXIX
Those that throw, Those though those hopably through that jow
Thro few
Threes. Turning the corner through these that throughed thee neap.
Thurl thrum
T.
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for Nate
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revicules : strictly 150 words or fewer : submissions welcome
Registration Caspar, J. Gordon Faylor (Ugly Duckling Presse, 2016)
Registration Caspar is a document of undeniable gumption, redolent—in its near-total eschewal of any recognizable
linguistic economy—of Finnegans Wake. Instead of the seductive oneirics of the Wake, however, we get a cold
mechanoglossia, a text as clinically churned out as it is mesmerizingly sui generis. Through language evocative of
spamdexing, machine translation, keyword stuffing, and pre-emptive domain name neologization, a ‘narrative’ emerges,
tied together around obsidian (yet suggestive) nodes like “Clessiexecs” and “Dosepucks”. The text’s dollar signs and neto-
capitolocene propositions seem to register language's attempt to perfect itself as a chrematistic technology, something purely
tropic to and generative of money. But this lurch towards perfection is undone as we read—the fiat undergirding the
linguistic-financial nexus cannot obtain when the figures of reification no longer make ‘sense’ to us. An astonishing text
that shatters the fiduciary bonds of language, forcing us to impugn existing notions of linguistic ‘value’.
A particularly noticeable aspect of Urn & Drum is Matsumoto’s unheimlich reworking of the mundane. Defamiliarization
is often elicited through additive linguistic units: noun adjuncts (“resuscitation oven”); duplicated prepositions (“peers in
and in”); mimetic verbs (“griddle griddle”); etc. If these heightened forensics suggest a safely domesticated surrealism, they
also betoken the opposite: intransigent contraflows in the oikos. The book opens thus: “This upbeat, glitzy sleight of hand
/ is what I call stump work / or a battle cry”. The speculative category of “stump work” is incarnate in the prosody, the
lilting cadence of which becomes progressively coppiced into a recalcitrant “battle cry”. This battle cry inflects the poem’s
concluding line—“for several more centuries of women’s work”—wherein “woman’s work” functions as its own antonym.
One of the book’s more direct bouleversements, perhaps, but nonetheless indicative of the important work going on beneath
Urn & Drum’s deliciously ludic surfaces.
Roberts tells us in a prefatory note that Headphones emerged after the loss of one of his notebooks. The project thus
constitutes, in the poet’s own words, a “work of reparation”. This fact feels doubly poignant given that the titles are all
specific dates—some of which Roberts admits to having “faked”. Big questions such as “What are poets? […] / “What are
poets for?” (which can yield ephectic answers at the best of times) seem particularly Pyrrhonically loaded in this context of
compromised documentation. Unsurprisingly, there is hedging aplenty (“it is the duty of poets / to know what year it is
[…] / it is the duty of poets / to be uncertain”). And yet, even at the poetry’s most melancholically defeatist moments,
shards of resolution burst exhilaratingly through the expertly crafted lines: “These tests are literal. / I’m failing you all.”
There is surely no wider ranging commonplace text of contemporary poetry and related omniana than John Bloomberg-
Rissman’s Zeitgeist Spam. Unfolding both online and (at least partially) in print, the work comprises several sub projects,
the most recent of which is the ongoing With the Noose Around My Neck. Bloomberg-Rissman’s mode here is
essentially poetophagic: he voraciously ingests works by innumerable contemporary poets and other creators before
eructating it into something different. This method allows for weighty and dizzying entries to be created at a considerable
clip. The prima materia often becomes transmuted in uncanny ways—tissues of text are spliced, mashed, or perforated into
eerie echoes of their source material (all of which is credited). To quote an example from the work here would be to betray
its capaciousness. Suffice it to say that Zeitgeist Spam constitutes a considerable achievement of rogue poetic archiving in
the era of the Internet.
CLM
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The Trumpets of Jericho, Unica Zürn, trans. Christina Svendsen (Wakefield Press, 2015)
Hans Bellmer used Zürn’s body as a doll to be bound and deformed with rope for his photographs. However, even as she
was thereby integrated into what Susan Sontag described as the “wet dreams and agoraphobic nightmares” of her more
well-known male Surrealist contemporaries, she blossomed as an artist. This illustrated novella was published only two
years before her suicide amid severe mental illness. Zürn, having suffered several back-alley abortions during her
relationship with Bellmer, writes as if Rahab trapped alone in Jericho’s walls. Seven trumpet-blowing priests are replaced,
though, by seven lovers who’ve impregnated her with a “many-fathered abomination” clawing at her insides. She induces
labor with quinine, casts the infant aside, and lies in a bed soaked with her own filth, dreaming myths both violent and
whimsical. Finally, like Athena from Zeus, she’s reborn from her uncle’s head, and gives birth only to herself in defiance of
him.
Life in the Folds, Henri Michaux, trans. Darren Jackson (Wakefield Press, 2016)
In this series of brief texts, Michaux distinguishes himself as a master of the short prose piece to rival Beckett, Ponge, and
Borges. It begins in youth, and ends in old age. In reading it, though, we don’t find the testimony of a single life. Rather, as
suggested by the name of Pollagoras, whose old age the final piece describes, we find the chatter of many marketplaces. Its
hubbub recounts acts of imaginary violence practiced since childhood: surrogates for the genuine article that make way for
joy. But then, in a turn, it tells us of nevertheless being haunted by apparitions of suffering, and then embodies that suffering
in the Meidosems: a race of beings made of ever-shifting collections of fragments who wander in flocks, seeking intensity
and elevation. Eventually, they escape the ground, leaving behind an abandoned landscape, where somewhere Pollagoras
waits for death, assaulted by the ravening dead.
MANDEL CABRERA
Frit announces its linguistic multiplications with three definitions of the word itself: as mixtures respectively preceding
glass and porcelain, and as a colloquial past participle of fright. The poems embrace the friable materiality of language
rather than aiming at a transparent or austere state: fear seems to lie in the fragility of poetic, verbal, and love objects. Here,
as in Williams’ book of short stories, Attrib., definitions and wordplay are the crucible of interminglings between the earth-
bound and possibilities of the sublime. The poem ‘ad*’ begins with an apparent retort: ‘the chemical meaning of sublimate
was my intention / not / <vague mime of aboveness> / <vague mime of within and then without > // the menu calls it pollo
ad astra / and we order purely for the visuals’. Cunning in spinning ‘queer, wonderful misunderstandings’, it is also
resolutely unafraid of clear lyric notes within the grainy composite.
JONATHAN CATHERALL
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