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A Place for Art and its ReasonsTRANSCRIPT
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Quarter af Issuer 1
q u a r t e r a f t e r
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quarter after A Place for Art and its Reasons
Issue no. 1
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Cover art by Merlin Flower
Copyright © quarter after 2012 All Rights Reserved
quarter after
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Felino A. Soriano
Sound this profound exhilaration formation suction surplus mass-aware this turned tabletop this backdrop oscillating of vibratory impulse imploding excitation engaging exploratory notions these rhythms of an hour’s enunciating collage formulation myrrh violet this early inclination of morning’s reviving obtained an altered spatial camaraderie with tonal appreciation forward species denying culprit those delegating collisions of unaware expire replication honor this tone of lengthened running(s) these birthing aggregates firm in the benevolent aspects of encouraging faculty of convinced excavations
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Movie this silent salience Interpretation Irony agitation, perforation this emblem of modified language: removing vernacular’s etching momentum replaced… thereby behavior’s willing tongue the aggregation of the physical sustenance of vocal ambulation. Understood Though willing the eye of a watcher’s guile considers canvas the readied absence toward collecting tonal mischief or joyful substance this meander performs, adjusting calm though scream collects cycles of experimental conference. Render Captured positioning catapulted techniques teachings ostensible circles collocating scenarios and multilingual passions proprietarily condensed.
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Donna Kuhn – she was me and you were her
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Christina Baker-Jones Revival Hairy marble knuckles struck the bone below my right eye that an hour earlier was virginal to rouge. And I, crouching like an archaeologist, dusted the hardwood floors with disbelief for where the man I loved had gone. A seared triangle like cherry pie dripped crimson reality into my palm and it was then that I forgot how to pray. The bastardized backhand complete with Jade signet ring of ministry meant to reprimand the tongue that told others that respect had been abandoned at the altar; compassion washed away in the baptismal drain. With no more submission to pour out, I was re-born upon my reflection in his black and polished patent-leather shoe.
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My Ovaries and Me We’re the coffee pot that doesn’t percolate tea on a turquoise flame of a pilot lit stove that never bakes a cake past the batter stage closing on opening night in Chicago without the Sears Tower for tourists to photograph pictures that never develop despite the price of a war that doesn’t end in peace but allows heroes to remain heroes so they feel complete without the fall monogrammed towel with a leaf that withers on the branch and dies without falling from the gumball machine into your hand.
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A Fix of Extraordinary Addiction to validation drives me to sift through dumpsters for syringes full of laughter and lines of love to snort. I trade my body for moments of admiration and steal from my mother’s purse of compliments— my final acts of desperation. Indebted to The Dealer, I no longer promise to live better, love harder, or stand taller— He knows that I don’t follow through. Instead, I push through the crowd with rotting teeth of reality and sweating palms of regret, to sell my integrity swaddled in a pastel blanket behind a bar to be part of the elite fiends seeking more than mediocrity. Some barter for dime-bags full of brilliance or joints laced with fame— but everyone, at some point, returns to The Dealer, by begging at their bedside or consuming bread of flesh and blood of wine. He’s the master at heating up the high with a candle and a silver spoon, and the tourniquet may sting, but not being noticed burns like hell.
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Remnants at the Intersection
Like a doe smeared on a foggy country highway,
my zip-loc baggy skin is burst at the seams and oozing, the hind leg of my childhood
insecurities lay abandoned in grass, and my prideful estrogenic blood
drains into a shallow pot hole.
Mercy close my eyes,
so my last vision is not my black velvet heart
alone and pulsating on the yellow line. Others will barrel through me and drag me as their souvenir.
I am cracked open.
Vulnerable to the vultures that will examine me
with their beaks, my flesh sits in judgment.
And so I wait for someone new
to scrape up with a shovel and gather my pieces;
to declare me trash or trophy.
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Family Time
Your momma’s teachin’ you to be a lady—
I see it in your eyes.
There’s somethin’ you ain’t learned yet—
I see it in your thighs.
The innocence in your giggle
begs me to make you ripe.
Let me hug you a little longer—
a school boy’s not your type.
You need an uncle that knows what he’s doin’—
can find the right spot without a map.
School’s in session baby girl,
Come learn what’s in my lap.
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To the Uncle That Hugged Too Long
To the uncle that wouldn’t let go
each time I pulled away,
to the one that made me believe
I’d enticed him in some way:
You made me feel filthy
and that touching must be wrong.
You made me question liking boys at all,
my spirit felt so small.
I want hell for you to be
Satan ripping off your skin,
so that everyone who didn’t know
sees you from within.
I hope you see my father’s face
when he learns what you hid,
and I hope you pray for mercy
just as I did.
I hope God asks me if I forgive you
so I can say no,
and I hope you die a little at a time
so that I can enjoy the show.
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Merlin Flower - Kitch
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Tiffany Monroe
Reality The dishonesty of photography is that it pretends. As if we are seeing through a window. Because the image appears as though we witnessed it. But we did not. The view is limited. We see what we are told. What the camera sees. It is easier to maintain the illusion with a photograph than with a painting. We know that a painting was a setup. That it took time. That the color had to be mixed, the scene created. The photograph is different. Because the image is manufacturing authenticity. But the image is only the representation. Just as the word “word” is the representation of a word. Words take on the shape of the writer. They pretend to be genuine. Just as the image appears to be a reflection, so does the word. The authenticity of what is written. The permanence of print. But the word is only the representation of
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Starry Night 1. Holding on to sanity in patterns of motion. 2. Perhaps death is not the hardest thing. 3. Black dots and starry visions. Or is it starry dots and black visions? It’s hard to tell on a t-shirt. 4. We take death to reach a star. 5. What becomes of the mind in brushstrokes and paint. 6. Refuge in which to recover and regain peace of mind and self-composure. 7. Towering over normalcy. Close enough to touch. 8. Making the point – dead painters are only of indirect interest – from the monetary point of view. 9. As though looking at the moon under water.
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10. The illumination and fireworks were postponed because of bad weather. 11. It is easy to forget the art(ist) behind the mug. 12. Madness is salutary for this, that one becomes perhaps less exclusive.
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Minimalism (According to Robert Morris) Maximum resistance to perpetual separation. Indeterminacy of arrangement of parts. Literal aspect of the physical existence of the thing.
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Canvas Reluctant to Become Portrait of Madame X (after Lynn Thompson)
Because she is only known by a letter, because she becomes yours. At your request, she makes you wait. The French have that je ne sais quoi and joie de vivre. But she is American. First sittings must be uncomfortable. Who am I today? She doesn’t sit, but drapes. Curves and loops in graphite lines. The sketch, the essence. She’s softer in pencil. As though you’ve dusted her in lavender powder. Watercolor doesn’t fit her. It dulls. Taut, stretched cloth. Oil on canvas. Somehow, in color, she becomes the unclean thing. Tint, dye, stain. She plays the muse for you. You paint her greater, deeper. A bold stroke of black. Which is more truthful, the pencil or the paint?
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Wrath, In Two Acts Curses have a way of backfiring. She did not think about this as she fixed her face in age. It wasn’t so much a curse as it was a wish, anyway. The girl would not suspect the old woman with her laces bound. To asphyxiate. A second attempt proved equally fatal. Just not for the girl. She found her strength in poison. A comb not to untangle, but maim. There’s stillness in anger. It soothes. It reassures us that we are righteous, even when we’re not. A curse is a prayer for the wicked.
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Roger Sedarat Last of the Avant Gardes The slant at which he held the hammer to strike the urinal on display produced such fleeting beauty the art critics failed to see it (surprise, surprise); only Baudrillard could appreciate the value of destroying the unconventional roped from the public in a fancy museum. When the gendarmes framed him in bars, he shifted his eyes from left to right, like a clichéd painting in a horror flick, looking for his 15 minutes of fame. Le pauvre. He never even made the arts section of The New York Times. But to have seen him swinging his destruction through that sacrosanct space; to have watched the porcelain throne shatter into meaningless pieces at the end of a century oversaturated with making things new (!); oh what a relief, like a much needed piss, in a world going down the drain.
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Intellectual Spectacle Have the lights gone out for you? Because the light’s gone out for me It is the 21st century. Radiohead I. Inside Outside Poem (to be presented with the words facing the audience) There are no words on the other side of this page, the writer having long since come to understand the reader’s penchant for projection. Google will take you only so far and vice versa, the audacity of any man, especially this Roger Sedarat to claim some categorical catalog of art in the 21st century and insist upon it by rationalizing the American dream. In short—a sort of shrinking in the mirror appears before us: Emerson’s transparent eyeball. Standing before a private audience After 7:00pm on page 16 of this manuscript I become an empty page All mean egotism at least pretends to vanish, inverted by the inconsequential gaze at poetry readings, intellectual spectacles devoid of any real celebrity; Even John Ashbery, especially John Ashbery gets boring after a page or two. There, I said it, and right off the top of my head. (Act) II. (to be presented with a single eye and a hole for a pupil through which the reader sees the audience) Okay, I did design a stage, so to speak. a primitive curtain call so as an actor in this farce labeled poetry I can sneak a peak at the illusion that people really desire to see me. It feels kind of creepy, like I’m a goon in a painting at a haunted house following guests through the hallway. III.
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(to be presented with the same single eye in part II) That moment in Emily Dickinson’s poem, “I heard a fly buzz when I died,” when she expects to see the King and hears instead a “blue uncertain stumbling buzz,” metaphor for a displaced God of the modern era for whom we all soon tire of seeking stands here in the place of all lyric intensity the poet dwelling over this lost cause quietly sobbing over failed efforts in his office. “And then,” says Dickinson, “I could not see to see.” IV. (to be presented with a black page facing the audience) This black screen shows I’m the first one to admit that such tricky and self-referential games are really negative and annoying, like my three idiot classmates in Professor Bob Solomon’s philosophy course at the University of Texas who turned in blank term papers with a single footnote at the bottom of the page marked “existence.” V. (to be presented with the word “POETRY” turned on its side facing the audience, with two X’s for eyes in the capital “O”) The novel is still in question. Poetry is definitively dead. The novel still holds possibility for redemption. It’s poetry that’s dead, deader than a doornail posting Luther’s theses, deader than a radio announcement for carpeting, an empire of clichés that freely installs a phone number in the most astute scholarly brain. Not the poet, he or she is all too alive. About poets they were very wrong, the post-structuralists. How much they misunderstood the essential romantic illusion, the regressive writing and study of poetry, the endowment of that most redundant of publications,
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Poetry Magazine, the proliferation of the MFA and PhD in creative writing. Now more than ever the real poet is alive. All too alive, like a cockroach after a nuclear war No, not a cockroach, more like a rat, a sniveling, parasitic rat that gets shanked in the shower, an aesthetic pedophile, appropriating innocence and originality, reiterating his incessant “mi mi mi” after the circus animal’s desertion with the one leftover carney the last junkie in the world. If it weren’t for John Berryman having jumped off a bridge in the Midwest with a whimsical goodbye wave to his students I’d finish this last line with a gunshot to my head.
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Chad Scheel AUBADE REPEATED white cold sheets * thigh t high (er)
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REVEILLE Of coming waking I say little __ thank even less __ flushed crimson face in the firelight __ tents on the sand balance against the trill of breakwater
crumbled bread / bag on parking stall
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paint __ says cold like
jars are an order __ off set kilter __ congratulations
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__ in are in in __ skirting the works
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Lin Neiswender
A Painful Wait
Tough times, Middle Class losing its grip Imperil the American Dream.
It’s likely to get worse, Falling between the cracks, Bled to the brink of homelessness.
It’s no holiday.
Will you vote?
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Lin Neiswender - Blackout
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Rob Mclennan Notes, on the subject of marriage: You alone, Love, can walk across the heather, letting foliage fall behind your shoulder. Losing you, I lose myself, but losing myself I find you. Jean Grosjean, trans. Keith Waldrop, An Earth of Time A modest proposal, Unexpect, a lake. A rise in the earth. Soft and sweet and mute as a cork. This all may be a construct, still. I can’t speak for. Reinventions of solitude. Parade the days. With surroundings so familiar. Ask again, to wash the kitchen floor. Draped in reeds, and curtain. The morning after, dusk. What is this, is new. Between leaves in a heavy book. So further from the question. Remote, in fact. Remove. As Michelle Taransky wrote, a room of only capital letters
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He only told the wood pile and the vole, Are, indeed, an inky mile. Measure, would you. Exact notes, mine your mountain-throat. A hand-me-diamond-down. Grandmother, now, eleven years. My mother, only one. The Perth woods were a sentence, drawn. Diamond in the diamond-rough. We make, to the canal. Sun stands still a shell. Absolute. Give me nothing, lest. Window, to the barn.
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Constellations, space We mention, in this beautiful. The result of thunderstorms, stand back on the deck. Snow flurries, fly. The squirrels, intend. I am the airship, lateral. Begun in cloud. Lea Graham writes, the writing of days is a sugary growl. A hand, invent, in sleep. Are still involved. Confabulate.
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Chrysanthemums, Dreams I’m dying. Bloodless. Haven’t yet a lawn to occupy. Flowers, gifting backstep. Deliveries. To recapture, same. We together mark out notes. To sing.
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They swam in moonlight, These constant, language carves. I dream of summer, distant-green. here, the sun cools. Porcelain. Up, Ottawa Valley. Phil Hall suggests, a frozen glow. Silence, is its only form. The unexpected path. We sequence. Perfection, thus. Third-hand, paramours. Unsettled, through the sky. Moment, fetish, this one. Small. Enjoy. There is no single moment.
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Vowel frequencies, Mark, a station. Gesture, glassed. We cite confession. What do you know of me? One is relieved, sometimes. Existing. What do we require. Censure, dearest circumstance. Amy Dennis says, finally. Adrift, in soul-mate. Windstorm carries, off a weight. An apparition. Loneliness, a scrapture. Megan Levad writes, it’s not true anymore.
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Jane Joritz-Nakagawa (1) from epidermis notice of one, in place of combined value of notice of itself so, far being less rules over nothing over its prosperity is not willing by the eternal building finished would call across its property of loss cannot be loosening self of loss expression commonly used replaces infinite invite all day, ah quite so, such acceptable maybe trees miss their leaves in a sonic language so, or might between
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may have perpetual hiccup of a latin pig and horse g(r)eek of a numerological repose to painful stimuli because a shark can survive two months on one meal fairground, the trappings and trimmings thinking the unthinkable genealogy of which bolster hoop finished, if
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if one looks at the sky declare further synapses extraneous forego the synapse retreat from reality resilience jury nullification and other anti matters linguistic antidote antibodied bitter formula formaldehyde i moved in a direction opposite the earth sometimes you have to push down hard on the handle to get people to move small important things that night at dinner shared an outline occasionally undergo underdog under god golf a nurse remained all was silent bring on the silence made up of relief there are countless cases some in a fertile county consume little which people are fit for legislation sitting in little cages for months at a time similar patterns have been observed in millions of amoeba waves of electrical activity coursing through hearts people would stay awake for twenty or thirty hours at a time words having no relation to people or mental images like a mirror to a face a strange escape from which there is no escape looking out onto the lawn a thin piece of metal you could hold at both ends despite the fact it isn't raining & even if this were not the case in every sea shell out at the edge of a result of riots which remain unwritten of course living machinery has a purpose though embryologists are rarely convinced i have watched many a university audience trying to guess followed by electric shock to a lesser extent they had been married for nine years and had both been addicts forcing her to live in the basement storage
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room with her young sons many homeless women have tried to conform to understand the instrumental value but if so moreover a joint account of justification of mostly false beliefs these factors skewed the consensus in genetics dissolving the paradox in a glass of water in memory's repetitive pain as it ought to be at the foot of the cathedral
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from BLANK CITY * * * wanting to write a poem that is only monosyllables played to the tune of birds ducking hunting rifles. my doctor said to spend an hour doing something i love even if it is only five minutes. real life isn't so good. hiding in the clothes of mark twain only illness gives me time to think. while lying in bed all day commuters crowd into delayed shabby trains streaked with dirt headed for unwanted destinations. in the retrograde amnesia of rogue nations developmentally challenged budgets bathe in toxic sludge. will no one stop the war on poets. why the fetuses are all stillborn * * * your leg caught in my web of chaos. difference which scares you into omission. may i rest my case now. in a broken world the despair that remains seated while the earth turns pale with fine and delicate bubbles beneath the shroud of turin. in a floating death trap while sending a stern message to a strange virus we cannot pinpoint. is it vision or delusion that causes me to sink in the bathtub as we are now experiencing technical difficulties. hurry up * * * trying to be the person in the mirror but failing. taking apart the phone you cannot reassemble. the persecution never stops tho the defense always rests. i dream of smashing the figurines of the girl next door. with no desire to attain a human world. philosophers drenched in solitude. at the point where the isolation became self-imposed. with once virginal words. students hope the courts will always be in recess * * * montage of money laundry. at the risk of spreading. the extent of a boundary or surface. an incentive not to look. in psychic variants of wardrobe malfunction. low linguistic austerity probability events. half of the soldiers returning. an emblem of a victimized country. victimless crimes still request revenge though hoping for a jobless recovery. hail mary full of graves. quitting my job to become a battlefield but seeming. then I begat everywhere. shoulders always in silhouette. hidden bubbles in your shirt. a ripple until the wind began. see for example
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* * * even if sin is ignorance. having worked at obscuring knowledge. retreating from world markets of the feral underclass proving supple confusion. my shop is radiant. a colonial past may have room for epiphany if consensus never occurs. for the relative good and the relatively good * * * because i lived in a trailer home full of cats. there is cat shit everywhere cuz i forgot to buy a litter box. i am on my way to a store which i can't find and run into my university colleagues in the middle of the street having a meeting at a picnic table covered with bowls of ramen. so i sit down for a while but stores that sell cat litter boxes won't leave my head. slipping out i run into two of my students who say they have been trying to find me to discuss their papers. once i finally get away the store is closed. so i go back to my home which has turned into a old bus with cat shit everywhere. and i am blamed for killing someone. so i have to find another store that is open, i think i know one accessible by subway as i can no longer find my car or whenever i find it it doesn't start or the key doesn't work. so i head for the subway but run into my colleagues. after sitting awhile and pretending to listen i slip out again and reach the subway but wait at the wrong platform, so then it is the next day and i find myself in an unfamiliar city * * * music which camouflages thoughts becomes a new disguise tho i don’t know how the individual sounds are produced. momentarily is the ability passing above your head. i performed a service in saying the apparent logical form of a proposition is not real nor what we want * * * a buried self hidden in words. death of the real self when in the last episode the poem
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consumes all. while disturbing the universe via women's position in society. animals humans cannot grasp. covering mortality. in the voice of a bespectacled secretary. whatever became of. mountain of corpses cannot be filmed. only a partial meltdown * * * a refugee from false symbols. too many trashy works are published. to achieve a sustainable belief in hidden parameters. it is hard to believe certain works have an author. an infinite number of numbers. at the bottom of a flight of stairs. what was in the earth
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Donna Kuhn – sell buy
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Adam Fieled Apparition Poems
#151
Last time they met, she kept spitting on the cement outside the bistro like a sailor. A unique composite, I thought as I heard this, of two temperaments that just can’t bite on earth. She keeps (he said) her panties on in bed. What did I tell him? I didn’t. I spit on the cement outside the ship we happened to be sailing on. To spit: an abstract gesture, of the kind popular in the arts sixty years ago; it counts as “action” now.
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#154
I’m not blind or slimy, she told him, you’re just an asshole with unrealistic expectations. Summer outside: black and white buildings, covered in sweat. The picture evens out (roughly) to brown. She swoons at the idea of touching. I’m done with her, he tells himself, strained to keep his hands off: prime real estate. But the parents-built picket fence is stuck up his ass. Someday he’ll jounce it out, impale her on it— right through the heart. I wonder, she chimes blithely, if you can define slime?
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#412
Each thinks the other a lonesome reprobate. That’s what I guess when I see the picture. It’s Elkins Park Square on a cold spring night; they’re almost sitting on their hands. One went up, as they say, one went down, but you’ll never hear a word of this is Cheltenham. They can’t gloat anymore, so they make an art of obfuscation. That’s why I seldom go back. Elkins Park Square is scary at night. There are ghosts by the ice skating rink.
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#261
Never one to cut corners about cutting corners, you spun the Subaru into a rough U-turn right in the middle of Old York Road at midnight, scaring the shit out of this self- declared “artist.” The issue, as ever, was nothing particular to celebrate. We could only connect nothing with nothing in our private suburban waste land. Here’s where the fun starts— I got out, motherfucker. I made it. I say “I,” and it works. But Old York Road at midnight is still what it is. I still have to live there the same way you do.
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#221
Torque: you can start a mile past personal emotions, but you must jog back and touch emotion’s very green blarney stone every few lines to fulfill responsibilities no one else wants to engage. Slats of blinds get shut to keep sun out of your eyes, even as the torque expresses both elisions, ellipses, eerie as they form a blockade of angles to knock you down. It’s the warp of centuries: “I” set loose to torque combinations of data in every way creepy to desires for raw earth permanence, mountainous forms. They attract mist, kisses, and the accursed share of angst that dawdles in flesh like a child with a blanket.
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Merlin Flower – Blue 2
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Michael Farrell funny jokes [cruel piranhas] listen or see? little waves, a boy floating. the chronicle of the plastic spade; leave it blank. terry has wild eyes, hair. calm me down. a cadillac A SANDCASTLE LIFE beyond his aspiration. the worst – of wrinkles, regret. salamander hiding / snipers. hardware store. the town tune blaring. are you over? ... left to day, right to say ... a brick wall, clover growing in a hole. the toucan, working as a bookmark. there is a ship that SHELLAC never goes out. simple lines / simp- le sentiments, felt towards a drawing. in the sarsaparilla – like a wildebeest with a politician. OR BUILDER
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by my side pinko, counterpinko: he thinks its the return of A GAME WE PLAY ON THE PIG FARM WEARING A MAKE BELIEVE CREATURE ITS MY ARM the syllable count. the cord lies down on broadway &s backed over by a limo. lunch like so many things ends in the bin. say AFFIRM hi to the force that created divorce WERE A LONG WAY FROM ADAM IF WE WERE EVER CLOSE TRY THE BUCKTHORN ‘& the lands thatll come to you on the death of your brother...’ true to form, truer to a dusts- torm. hard on the shiny platform ... hide. everyone turns mist- y eyed. words add, numbers spell, images proliferate ‘as well’. then you must escalate to elevate – or was it the oth- THE EUCALYPTS HAVE TAKEN OVER THE ASYLUM FADED HONEY AWAY er way round? (dancings ROADS IMPLODE FROM THE PEPPERING STRIKE OF STILETTOES
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the only party- ing i know.) ‘the saloon has pulled into the saloon.’ maroon. the night ended all too unsoon.
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quasimodos dream literature, tigers, the stock exchange – whichll bow out first? every day i look at the map, to know what this place looks like. its a spid- er under the carpet, not a mouse. failing like a heart thats forg- otten to go / lying like jindabyne und- er the snow. rain on my lip ... misfit to misf- it. i say ‘bugeye’; white devil says a ‘vers’, are you? found some imm- HAVERS DEHAVERS BEHAVERS BEAVERS ediac- y: lets go town to down, (lets not) pollute the sky with our dying – but run to butt- A HUMMINGCHILDS EXTERNAL REST er, like poetry, & tigers.
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Merlin Flower – Abstract
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Lawrence Upton
from a book of the dead
Have you heard of breathing severing the body
It yields recollection; within humans' bloodshed thin; ambiguous pushing in dark foulness denying judgement mortification inadequately washed A pathway to information longing delight inhaling and exhaling names
Such thoughts are lenses Gloom stumbles from the hand; personality space disjoined blows Remade people come into reflections
The torso does not outlast trembling seconds the cold bleeding formulating and entering sustenance excruciation pulled amid the eye held still living
The brine it wept; the pride of the understanding; the street active scripting the known world
Quivering dead merge in the desires a detailed gang clumping the machine
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from a book of the dead
Care is passed on capability in amiable motion resonance of thought smothering thought the air odorous wooden floors; dark skin a sheet of burning paper bacteria flourishing
All are available for better contact; and by far roiling underneath turning up the fire Any are mistakes in expectation; a tasting seethru smooth fingers rehearsing every curve an attenuated flat involving flightiness easier in a moment
Tenderness accepts head impairment Innocence crashes as each seizes the means of protection out from recall equivalence to control in the once impossible Are you onboard
The celestial omnibus All proportion to provide dipping on fit words to cut out the skulls which sit in a dogmatic and cock sure fashion light squares denting their edges
shackles of essence as we once played affection their approximate noise their rattle generated
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from a book of the dead
Within the first day were available light and supremacy
Hegemony danced power in harness and other interesting variations for the stiff at heart Later the marked beguiling body entertained alone the pillow surface black
She was all a bit lucky
Evidence is money Example: Here is a nicely tended orchard How fortuitous No one bothers to learn All objects are smooth rivers flow out of it the wheel churning discharge Broke eventually a something ablaze used to transform souls
Encumbrances of terror and age Sick of each object Sleep refused I caught this here the shaking the twilight sky strangeness
Urge and I have to question serenading The long night is a house whose sufferers are large eyes shut to see up through the earth Perception is bigger fastening understanding towards artlessness capability in ostentatious jiffies; submission; touching without emotion
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from a book of the dead
Dark broken into the person I am: birds of carrion A surface moves in spoil Blooms bond to worms Words scare off the blue crawling above evidence
Life is an emergency Whispering is human a rising mistake The evanescing psyche prospers muffled blending face and body neglected understanding stamped down
It's a peculiar interior dispersed in the chase of susurration
Writing is passed so quietly Manufacture of parts An image making approximate noise Infatuation withering fooled by terror
Armies are moving Work is being God writing into love Strangeness my mouth Attenuated extravagance
Earth is making the noise In the sewage As a word The edges harden The inside-outside the person I have detached The stench of the asylum
Every night sky is defunct
The body will be expelled an unidentified figure taking its head off Sunsets palpitate Making is detached from perception Heaviness shapes method
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iwrack
Data and assumption What's displaced it
How to determine what will work
The magnitude of displayed majority
Speaking of Speaking of redirection
I just came across this is just…
This just came across this is to network
This rationale of your participation in itself
Itself is to network Itself is to live
is to endorse its own legitimacy
A savage ire in past tense a conventional expression:
you are potentially inaccurate I am thinking
of a dynamic of universal complicity
To network is unwarranted a wrong
enabling and empowering the voice
the height of the fundamental mechanism
Structural change follows a catalyst
with its self disgust in the male voice
quite the atrocity; that extreme
lifetime income enhancement
A new affirmation
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David Berridge
FROM SCORE TO HOUSE TO ISLAND TO DINNER TO STORY TO POEM
It clusters, it branches off, it returns.
It diagrams, it argues, it trees.
It hinges, it extends, it writes over, it breaks
It lists, its produces, it proposes, it digresses
it digests, it manifests, it misspells, it conducts
it backwards, it dreamed, it fixated, it forced
it under the weight of things, it spammed, it dealing with
it burrowed, it modeled, it paused, it fascinated
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There are four clusters.
Four shapes.
Four gatherings.
Four word clouds.
Four shape poems.
One missed call
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[AS]
The writer analysed, at risk
amorphoused asleep asked
backwardly emerging
The writer (borrowed) burrowed
blissful tumbling
broken backed to the beginning
backwards, the writer
cannot be asked for collective
carried childish tumbling
defined disengaged destablished
the writer disassembled
dealing with disruptive dreamed evidence
experiential writer
fixated writer
writer force
fictious writer
fragmented the writer fascinated
hands-on writer hammered
incorporated interrupted
inside the writer
interactioned layer upon layer
malleable the writer modeled
mis-used multiplicity
needed outside on-top-of-tools
paused patient performative
playful poetic poems
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practice writer
(potential) provisional projected questioned
the writer reclaimable reflected
relinquising control rephrased reverberated
reverie (as going into)
suspended scratched
the writer secure
shared spammed syllabussed
slippage/ slippery
shown writer trace
turn/ to turn into thinking
transparency (under the weight
of other things the writer)
(loses its writer transparency)
the writer transitional the writer threshold
the coming together of two different things
unconsciously influenced the writer
uniform the writer watched
the writer worked backwards
worked through the ground
written verb and noun
writerly the writer
visually formed time
tense as as the writer
nevertheless the writer there
the writer is a distinction
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A score for an exhibition.
A score for a conversation.
A score for a space.
A score for a way of moving through a space.
A score for a year.
A score for an animal.
A score for an alphabet.
A score for a sleep.
A score for force.
A score for provisional
A score for shared.
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Donna Kuhn – i don’t know where it is
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Vernon Frazer Electric Response Hostile drams buoy the critical front when castor enamels the polished hint under surcharge by measure or faction. Tenders suiting the molt, voltaic as rifled conundrums, shoot bolt locks where the font develops, mounting casuals tied to arabesques that haunt the delayed pixel. Their tarnished inquiry crams it full of primitive but effective surplus candor, vying for the mist where doldrums envelop their parallel form. Stifled panels expand their stock responses to inventory clatter, smelling the weary voltage, there to measure its cynical jolt.
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Order of the Day Sonic platelet du jour remands custodial casements for chronic retail demands or detailed statements berating fiction as fact when chronic truisms demand their far shore, adhering to the sand-filled cracking of resume gauntlets pursued as shaking poor placements misconstrued as branding delinquent repartee at play in the fields of the gored attacking the breaking diction chronically late to implore placement as basic command
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Ending to the Root
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P E N T - U P > < C H R O N I C > < V E N E E R
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Glyph Music
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David Harrison Horton from Laowai
The cage is quiet. More so. Figurine on a lacquered shelf. The whole
of it abridged. Consumption and regulators. Kid gloved. To sing of
arms as though his manhood wasn’t enough. To sing at all. Burial
mound. Humorless trench. To retire the red uniform, plumes and
epaulettes. To scrape the VIN off the dash with a metal file.
Mr. Lusk, I’m having my doubts today, doubts and nosebleeds. The
entire afternoon. How the sun stood stationary and I did not sleep,
unable to blink or stand it. Just sat there bleeding on my sheets.
Or dreamt of Arkansas, a tall tree. Visioned the whole thing with
sound, harmonium. It lasted much longer than it should have.
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from Laowai
Ms. Young:
The kids are playing soccer again and I am imagining Mr. Lusk in a
regulation Boy Scout tent. It is glorious, how the cannons can jump
two men. Superb that the minions be chained to the king’s chamber.
And all the while the queen is as dominant. Tam Wai Ping says it’s all
just a photograph before it goes into the frame. As all this is just a
long letter to myself until James or Ed or someone prints it. How can
you stand it? I mean really? How can you stand it all?
I’ve got a St. Christopher over my washing machine. It doesn’t stop
the towels from making the shirts fuzzy. I say Hail Mary’s on take-
offs and landings. I’m a true hypocrite.
Mr. Horton
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from Laowai
They’re burning the fields. Bus window vision. To measure time in
months. An appeal to unnecessary colors, scents. Hellbent use of the
horn. A land without tractors, industry. A land, and nothing is ever
quiet. Kitten of the matter of the thing. and potted plants.
Tigered and tored. Singular. Coefficiently. View of the stars from the
planet, sense of gravitas. Correspondence. Bandied. To bleed to death.
To decide. Substantial honorarium. An imperfect square. Result.
Lying beside. Truncated meter. All the while the while. A slow
movement towards.
What one can and cannot say. An offering, early apology. Tabitha’s
coat. Distant village. How far you can get on nothing. The road ahead.
The others. Always the others.
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from Laowai
How Mrs. Taylor played the whore to Bronislau Kasper’s
soundtrack. How even the scene where it seemed she entirely
overacted seemed so well acted. Middle-aged and stuffed into a slip.
Mrs. Roncier:
I’ve been thinking too much about architecture. Perhaps it’s the lack
of it here that drives me, even though I fathom my own feebleness
to change it. Perhaps it’s how the sounds resonate through my old
Soviet building. Half the electricity plugs work. With that half, you
learn to adapt. The curve is sometimes less than bell.
Ypsitucky
—Butterfield 8? Hi, it’s Gloria. Any messages?
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from Laowai
The emperor’s suicide tree and buried throne. The thread that held
tight an empire’s cloth. Corneille’s five acts, one day could hardly
capture the beauty of an average girl hit precisely by the sun.
They are swimming the seas this very morning. Each and every one.
Most have taken the names of saints as confirmation names;
although, some have chosen Mary.
White robed; beatified. Ignorant of distance, how the moon
willingly empties itself.
The very human beauty of ceremonies.
Mr. Lusk:
I am quite afraid that my dad plans to make good on his St.
Fermin’s Day promise. I recommend immediate sprint exercises.
Mr. Horton
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Seekers of Lice
space invaders
knock knock
badhabits
eating writing drinking
leaving swearing bating
fighting fucking driving
making saving spending
going being loving feeling
seeing saying acting
doting hating pulling
levering minding noting
hating timing shaving
favours
floating world
favours
green or yellow
oddness
reddish green
silverfish
shallow lapping
golden blue
taking painting losing
wanting showing counting
walking selling liking
licking spitting falling
blinding pinching shutting
flaunting aching nothing
“The ventilator in the corridor
whistled tediously....I want to go on
living just so I can hear it.”
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some dirty thing
celluloid projection
confectionery counter
dubbed a knight
facticity cuts the mustard
open-hearted un
-comfortable & ill at
ease
scratching
making a pig's ear
out of a sow's purse
re-entering
When you're late for an appointment
walk more slowly.
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spac ejunk
allied to
dogbark
I want to be your dog
cosmetics
wax glue perfume talc
dye fat pros- slipp-
age thesis uproot-
ing nowhere ag-
ression novo-
caine
escalator and air
conditioning sprinkler
fire shutter hot
air curtain crum
-ple zone
birded out
my paper asshole
performing the perform
verging
pink flesh blush
red apricot gore
(hair wax insects)
cochineal . grape bruised
fur & liquid
dress of mine.
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CasebearingClothesGreyDaggerCoquilled'OrLanghornmotteHachetteNagelfleckPhaléneduMarro
nierOnéodeduChèvrefeuilleKamperfoeliebloesemmotEarAutographajotaCabèrevirginaleBonteBe
erLightEmeraldEpioneétrangèreBroomDingyEngrailedElephantMuslinBird'sWingBrownChinaMar
kWitkopmotSmallArgentandSableGardenPebbleScarceBorderedStrawBarredRedBeautifulSnoutS
eraphimBlackArcheTawnybarredAngleMoroSphinxViolettbrauneErdeuleMiddlebarredMinorObliq
ueCarpetBloodVein
read space book
queasy nausea
Nausica
Naropes
areopagitica
gladiators
golden calf and fleece
Lay awhile
the relations between heat
and power,lust and dust,
failure and fallow, bottom
and dumb, dollar and dolour
crabs
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Nausea from Greek ναυσίη, nausiē, seasickness (naus means ship) "motion sickness", of this face - in the latter case
"feeling sick," queasy or "wamble", is a sensation of unease and discomfort in the causing the mission plan to be
upper stomach with an involuntary urge to vomit. The stone. It often precedes modified. Nothingness. Space
vomiting. A person can suffer na usea without vomiting. Naus ea may also be caused sickness is caused by changes in g-
by stress, anxiety, disgust, worry and depression. Medications taken to prevent n ausea forces, which affect spatial are called antiemetics and include diphenhydramine. Imagine waking up, startled by the orientation in humans. Gravity plays
bright flash of a cosmic ray inside your eyes. Groggy from sleep, you wonder which a major role in our spatial way is up? And where are my arms and legs? Metoclopramide and ondansetron. Nause orientation when opening the gate
a in the hands. Motion sickness or kinetosis is a condition in which a disagreement of the public park I got the
exists between visually perceived movement and the vestibular system. In space the impression that something was
vestibular system doesn't sense the familiar pull of gravity sense of movement. A signalling to me. Changes in
blonde woman bumps into an African man. Dizziness, fatigue and n au sea are the gravitational forces, such as the
most common symptoms of motion sickness. Sopite syndrome in which a person feels transition to weightlessness during a
fatigue or tiredness is also associated with motion sickness. If the motion causing space voyage, influence our spatial nausea is not resolved, I am gently slipping into the water's depths, towards fear. The orientation and require adaptation
sufferer will frequently vomit. Unlike ordinary sickness, vomiting in motion sickness by many of the physiological tends not to relieve the naus ea. Motion is felt but not seen. Motion that is seen but not processes in which our balance
felt. Motions that are seen and felt but do not correspond. Picking up the paper, he felt system plays a part. As long as this
he was no longer free. Space sickness was effectively unknown during the earliest adaptation is incomplete, this can
spaceflights, as these were undertaken in very cramped conditions; it is aggravated by be coupled to motion sickness (n
being able to freely move around, and so is more common in larger spacecraft. The aus ea), The Thing waits for him
vestibular system is a fluid-filled network of canals and chambers deep within the visual illusions and disorientation. human ear that help us keep our balance and sense which way is up. Around 60% of One understanding of motion
Space Shuttle astronauts currently experience it on their first flight. The first case is sickness is there is a white hole in
now suspected to be Gherman Titov, No Françoise in August 1961 onboard Vostok 2, the wall, a mirror that nause a is a
who reported dizziness and nausea. The first significant cases were in early Apollo pro-survival evolutionary
flights; Frank Borman on Apollo 8 and Rusty Schweickart on Apollo 9. Both adaptation, because the sensory
experienced identifiable and reasonably severe symptoms—I can understand nothing stimulation of a maladapted high
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acceleration environment that the body I go over and look at it is not accustomed to is Robellon: Jake Garn was sick, was
recognized by the brain as being similar to the sensory conflict from eating a pretty sick. R gives him up. I don't poisonous plant, in which case vomiting is a helpful reaction. I split the night. Modern know whether we should tell stories
motion-sickness medications can counter space sickness but are rarely used because it like that. But anyway, Jake Garn. is better to allow space travelers to adapt naturally over the first day or two than to They signal the brain with
suffer the drowsiness and other side effects of medication. Adumbrated in a dream: information about our body's
“This park smells of vomit!” However, transdermal dimenhydrinate anti-nausea orientation. He has made a mark in
patches are typically used whenever space suits are worn because vomiting into a space the Astronaut Corps because he
suit could be fatal. Only today my body is too exhausted to stand it and landing by represents the maximum level of
NASA crew members and always for extra-vehicular activities (EVAs). Throw in a dash space sickness that anyone can ever
of vertigo and occasional mild illusions, and you're beginning to sense what it can be attain, and so the mark of being
like to live in orbit. Mr. Achille, the kindred nauseous spiritas an additional backup totally sick and totally incompetent
measure. After the Apollo 8 and Apollo 9 flights, where astronauts reportedly reported is one Garn. Most guys will get
space sickness to Mission Control and then were subsequently removed from the flight maybe to a tenth Garn, if that high. list, on Earth we always know which way is up because gravity tell us. Sensors in the He will be remembered by that. the
inner ear, which are part of the body's vestibular system, can feel the pull of gravity. only justification of R's existence; Astronauts (e.g. the Skylab 4 crew) attempted to prevent Mission Control from "I suddenly realized that I had lost
learning about their own SAS experience, apparently out of concern waiting Dr. Rogé, track of ... my arms and legs. For all hiding his death from himself. Their future flight assignment potential. As with motion my mind could tell, my limbs were
sickness all of the modules on the ISS will have a consistent "up" orientation. And the not there. However, with a
writing on the walls points It is a trap in the same direction, too. Symptoms can vary conscious command for an arm or
from mild na use a and disorientation, to vomiting and intense discomfort; headaches leg to move, it instantly reappeared
and. The world can suddenly seem topsy-turvy. The Nausea has given me a short - only to disappear again when I
breathing spell only around 10% suffer severely. The most extreme reaction yet relaxed." The vestibular Nausea
recorded was that felt by Senator Jake Garn in 1985. After his flight NASA astronauts strikes again. The proprioceptive
began this morning I took a bath and shaved using the informal "Garn scale" to system - nerves in the body's joints
measure reactions to space sickness. In most cases, symptoms last from 2–4 days. and muscles that tell us but it
When asked about the origins of "Garn" Robert E. Stevenson was quoted as saying: doesn't strike me where our arms
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and legs are without having to look - can also be fooled. Without the stresses in the light seen by astronauts inside their
joints usually caused by the pull of gravity, this sense is sometimes dampened."The eyes. These are caused by cosmic
first night in space when I was drifting off to sleep," the world awaits it. Another rays and were first reported by
astronaut reported “I had no right to exist” waking in the dark during a mission and Apollo astronauts. Only my goal is
seeing a disembodied glow-in-the-dark watch floating in front of him. These sorts of reached. Click for more
mismatches between what the eyes see. Not mine. What the body feels can trigger a information. There was probably no
malady called " space sickness." A seeming attack of n a use a; trying to read in a actual rule but that was only
moving car. The inner ear detects the motion of the car but the eyes - staring at a page because the unimaginable was not filled with unmoving words. The grey thing appears in the mirror. When people go up expressly forbidden. Gravity hurts: I
into space, many will immediately get space sickness. Victor. Most can experience cannot even decide whether it is
symptoms ranging from mild headaches to vertigo and nausea. The brain learns to handsome or ugly. Three o'clock. trust the eyes and reprograms signals from the vestibular system to reconcile the Lack of gravity hurts. When
mismatch. Space sickness is capricious. Things come unstuck from their names when astronauts return from long-term
it will happen and who will get it can be hard to predict. Did you suddenly feel sick? It stints in space, they sometimes need
is a profound boredom, profound, the profound heart of existence, the very matter I to be carried away in stretchers. But
am made of. Some astronauts who show an exceptional tolerance to motion sickness I know it will come back again. when flying jets suffer the worst symptoms upon arriving in space. Three o'clock is Gravity is not just a force, it's also a
always too late or too early. Today it is intolerable humans adapt to weightlessness. It is signal that tells the body how to act. the reflection of my face. They are so vain and develop "countermeasures" against It tells muscles and bones how
maladies like space sickness. And nearly one quarter of all emergency rooms : I know strong they must be. In zero-G, what I have to know: visits include a complaint of dizziness. Key issues under muscles atrophy quickly, it is my
investigation at the NSRBI include the psychology of long-term space flight, physical normal state because the body
changes to bones and muscles in weightlessness, The experience described a pervasive, perceives it does not need them. overpowering feeling of nausea and the adaptation of the vestibular system. Editor's The muscles used to fight gravity. I
note: Quotations of anonymous astronauts in this story are excerpts from the paper know I am going to let myself be
"Anecdotal Information on Space Adaptation Syndrome" by and . The astronauts' caught in it like those in the calves
names were omitted from that paper for reasons of privacy and, so, are omitted here as and spine, which maintain posture
well. I am bored, that's all. The opening paragraph of this story mentions flashes of can lose around 20 per cent of their
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mass. Muscle mass can vanish. I cannot understand how I was able to make them. For come back to Earth and not have to
bones, the loss can be even more extreme. An odd moment in the afternoon. Blood lie around for long periods of
feels gravity which spreads at the bottom of the viscous puddle, at the bottom of our rehabilitation. The Nausea has not time - the time of purple suspenders and broken chair seats. On Earth, blood pools in left me and I don't believe it will the feet. In space blood pressure equalizes and becomes about 100 mmHg leave me so soon. Circa 1973, throughout the body. Astronauts can look odd: it is made of wide, soft instants, Skylab astronaut Owen Garriott lies
spreading at the edge, like an oil stain, their faces, filled with fluid, puff up and their in a Lower Body Negative Pressure
legs, which can lose about a liter of fluid each, thin out. That shift in blood pressure device, a big vacuum cleaner that
sends a signal. I can't say I feel relieved or satisfied, just the opposite, I am crushed. simulates the effects of gravity on
Our bodies expect a blood pressure gradient. Invalids also have happy moments of the lower body. NASA Photo ID: weakness which take away the consciousness of their illness for a few hours. Within SL3-108-1278. You can't put high
two to three days of weightlessness, astronauts can lose as much as 22 percent of their loads on the bone and expect it to
blood volume. I have this change affects the heart, too. If you have less blood then recover if you're not taking care of
your heart doesn't need to pump as hard. It's going to atrophy. But eventually the blood flow to that bone. At
astronauts. I think it is ugly because I have been told so. The human body has to heart, I am even shocked that
readjust to the relentless pull of gravity. I was able to persuade myself that nothing was anyone can attribute qualities of
the matter with me, that it was a false alarm. Most space adaptations appear to be this kind to it, as if you called a clod
reversible. Blood volume is typically restored but I no longer have to bear it, it is no of earth or a block of stone
longer an illness or a passing fit: it is I. Only when I think back over those careful little beautiful or ugly. The mechanical actions, I can't doubt it any more. The faces of others have some sense, some signals remain a mystery. Helplessly, direction. Drink more. I have understood all that has happened to me since January. in the intervals allowed him by his
The body doesn't urinate as much. Muscle: most comes back within a month or so. It na us e a, he blindly felt for Karl. came as an illness does, not like an ordinary certainty, not like anything evident. It takes Zero-G living mimics closely the
a day of recovery on Earth for each day that somebody's in space. Bone recovery has effects of old age. From time to
proven problematic. For a three to six month space flight, it might require two to time I yawn so widely that tears roll three. I can no longer get away. If it's going to come back. Often in these lost days I down my cheek. Something has
study it. You really have to exercise a lot. You really have to work. I felt a little strange, happened to me. It came cunningly, a little put out, that's all. You want the crew members to function normally when they little by little; once established it
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never moved, it stayed quiet And now, it's blossoming. Argonauts. small fleeting pictures
postpone all those leftover things concerning our personal
lovethings and at once begin thinking of specific worklife plans
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Don't Stop Me Now QueenThe Rockafeller
And waves his handkerchief.
but both of them knew very well that the end was still a long, long way away
and that the most complicated and difficult part was only just beginning.
He drank five glasses of tea, and lay down to take a nap.
..he was still walking up and down and gesticulating.
It began to spot with rain.
Most likely a storm was coming.
Only the postmaster and Darya were present at the funeral.
She had obviously plucked up courage and made up her mind to face the
music.
The day after this meeting I left Yalta, and how Shamokhin's love affair ended
I don't know.
The doctor waved his hand and went out of the ward. Goodbye to the turner!
The door remained unclosed.
The rain tapped on the window panes all night
“They'll do all that's necessary.”
What will happen in the future I don't know.
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BlondieAin't Talkin' 'Bout Dub Apollo 440. Reet Petite Jackie
WilsonCandyman (Radio Edit) Christina AguileraMambo No 5 (A Little Bit Of...) Lou BegaFootloose Kenny Loggins. Modern Love
David BowieBlack And White Town (Edit) DovesMilk And Alcohol Dr
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Ric Carfagna from Symphony No. 5 (crow songs at dawn)
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Further from here
the plaster and glass faces
are reduced to a number of indecisive measure
as in a quantum geometry
of shrouded molecular surfaces
where there is no perspective
envisioned by a skull of clouds filling with rain
when there is no astral-tongued stone beatitude
falling from an ill-fated pre-Cambrian sky
where there is no petrified shattered jaw-bone shards
contorting the irreconcilable silent diaspora of light
where there is no immolated axial moonlight
reflected in the steel tower’s glassy herringbone spine
yet to be here
is to be within
a transparent modality
of time passing
as dust falls through the clotted aperture’s
grizzled sinewy cavity
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or in the brief tinder spark’s curtailed incendiary duration
or in the white cormorant’s unflinching obsidian eye
or in the besieged meadow’s penurious orchid chaff
or in the smoldering onyx archway of singed contrition
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Clouds evacuate the faces
in a garden
where mirrors grow
the mutated isotopes
of an individuated autonomy
where the black arachnid sun
swims in a plutonium sea’s reticular furrow
where the slowly dissolving glassine crows
fall from a night sky’s stony crevasse
where the orphic vigils
inside metallic cathedrals
answer the imploring pilgrims
wandering beneath a blinded wind’s geomantic dross
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yet before this
the willow’s shadow
became a gilded ocean’s isolative edge
and there were strangers
remolding the formica busts
of a collective humanity’s cellular breadth
and there were heirs
to an eyeless unmaimed king
probing the desiccated kelp bed
to unearth a celestial treasure
kept distant by a marauding alien hoard
and here to follow
this contouring sorrow’s disembodied tear
to its pendulous fruition
to its scything cyclical nature
as decay fills the granite capillaries
with a profane bardic sonnet’s glottis-speak
and the remedial fleas of an antediluvian intelligence
channel their eternal will
into the cadmium atom’s Paleozoic core
and where the asphalt limbs of annihilated cities
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preen the likeliness of an untold eternity
reflected in a nascent-eyed meadow’s dawn
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Speak no more of loss
no more
this bleeding cusp of splintered sun
no more
this hermetic adagio’s triadic chord
no more
this graveled vision’s remedial impression
no more
this lilting pastiche of hegemonic prevarication
no more
this sinuous asp devouring the oxen’s entrails
no more
this rapturous tongue of sorrow’s dance
no more
this destitute pilgrim
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prostrated before the altar of greed
no more
these burning towers
collapsing into desiccated river waste
no more
these enervated limbs
embracing the impassioned heart’s smoldering pyre
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The flower is itself
a meaning to deny
at the intersection
of dimensional surfaces
or the unrequited boundary
of neutrality’s sleep
where the residual flame
dies
within the mind’s colluded eye
where the senses distinguish
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vacillations of time
as an illusion entering
the chartreuse cathedral’s
symmetrical doorway
or of the liquid viol’s
splintering echo
vanishing through
the boron atom’s reticular skein
and to ask
what is this moment
but an indistinguishable otherness
present in the tumescent faces
of drowned autonomy
and what of the voided presence
emanating from the quantum star’s
dead horizon’s rim
what of the mythic unknowable
embryonic heart
clinging to the dust of providential fragility
what of the still dissolving facets
which undergird
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an entropic geometry’s fetid brackish drift
or the rusted fragments
of silken veiled machinery
possessing the hunted fleshly interior beast
55
Similarly the light fades
as in the shadow
of a madman’s face
on the boulevard
of asphalt trees
and crepe paper framed doorways
and how in a day
without rain
the plastic statuary
is melting
beneath a winter sun
and the pallid moon
in an oracle’s dream
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appears to bury itself
in the blood of
the perennial transgressor’s veins
it is as if an enervated landscape
dons the semblance of stone
in a purgatory of dust
and the glazed words
of the sainted vagrant
form the strata
of a silken unraveled absurdity’s dross
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And there exists
the unfathomable aspects
hidden deep within
the crow’s impermeable eye
and there exists
a salient amber glow
bleeding from
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the stony precipice of dawn
and there exists
the pain on embryonic faces
torn from the fleshly celestial womb
and there exists
the apocalyptic zealots
draining the marrow
from the novitiate’s hollow bones
and there exists
the deeply rooted blessed thistle hedge
growing beneath the pauper’s shallow grave
and here
it is not a question
to balance
the ponderous weight
wherein grief sews its fate
in the castrated fields of humanity’s loss
and here
it is not to question
the vague sallow winter hue
dissolving the rust encrusted maternal veins
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and here
it is not the earth which answers
the hungered wolf
waiting at the boundary
of a blackened vernal wood
and here
it is not a question
which waits unanswered
in the drifted sands of eons lost
or in the mute placation
to nameless gods
kept in the castellated citadel
of immutable faith
Ric Carfagna
July, 2011
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Contributors: Felino A. Soriano is a case manager and advocate for adults with developmental and physical disabilities. Recent poetry collections include Intentions of Aligned Demarcations (Desperanto, 2011), Pathos etched, recalled: (white sky books, 2011), and Divaricated, Spatial Aggregates (limit cycle press, 2011). He edits and publishes the online journal, Counterexample Poetics. For information regarding his published works, editorships, and interviews, please visit: www.felinoasoriano.info. Chad Scheel lives in Scottsbluff, NE with his wife and son. His poems have most recently appeared in Shampoo, listenlight, BlazeVox 2k, and the Horse Less Review. His review of Jill Jones’ Dark Bright Doors appeared in Jacket 40. Adam Fieled is a poet based in Philadelphia. He has released five print books: "Opera Bufa" (Otoliths, 2007), "When You Bit..." (Otoliths, 2008), "Chimes" (Blazevox, 2009), "Apparition Poems" (Blazevox, 2010), and "Equations" (blue & yellow dog press, 2011), as well as e-books like "Beams" (Blazevox, 2007), "Disturb the Universe: The Collected Essays of Adam Fieled" (Argotist e-books, 2010), and "Mother Earth" (Argotist e-books, 2011). He has work in Jacket, Cordite, Pennsound, Poetry Salzburg Review, the Argotist, Great Works, Tears in the Fence, Upstairs at Duroc, and in the & Now Awards Anthology from Lake Forest College Press. A magna cum laude graduate of the University of Pennsylvania, he also holds an MFA from New England College and an MA from Temple University. Born in Ottawa, Canada’s glorious capital city, rob mclennan currently lives in Ottawa. The author of more than twenty trade books of poetry, fiction and non-fiction, his most recent titles are the poetry collections A (short) history of l. (BuschekBooks, 2011), grief notes: (BlazeVOX [books], 2011), Glengarry (Talonbooks, 2011), kate street (Moira, 2011) and 52 flowers (or, a perth edge) (Obvious Epiphanies, 2010), and a second novel, missing persons (2009). An editor and publisher, he runs above/ground press, Chaudiere Books (with Jennifer Mulligan), The Garneau Review (ottawater.com/garneaureview), seventeen seconds: a journal of poetry and poetics (ottawater.com/seventeenseconds) and the Ottawa poetry pdf annual ottawater (ottawater.com). He spent the 2007-8 academic year in Edmonton as writer-in-residence at the University of Alberta, and regularly posts reviews, essays, interviews and other notices at robmclennan.blogspot.com Merlin Flower is an independent artist and writer. On twitter- http://twitter.com/merlinflower seekers of lice proposes art as an insect bite, infecting the blood through proximity, anecdote, annexation, colonisation, infection, inoculation: scratch the itch & itch the scratch. seekers of lice creates material interventions, sometimes of an ephemeral nature, which find gaps and spaces in which to operate. Its practice is concerned with objects and text. Works range from interventions in public places, participation in curated projects and exhibitions in galleries to talks, book publishing and multiples. seekers of lice has work in various collections including Tate Library, Tate Britain; Modern British Collections, The British Library; MoMA Library, USA ; Joan Flasch Artists' Book Collection, USA; Chelsea College of Art and Design Library, London; Artist's Book Collection, Centre for Fine Print Research, UWE; Czytelnia Liberatury Małopolski Instytut Kultury, Kraków, Poland. David Berridge lives in London. He curates VerySmallKitchen and is currently writer in residence at X Marks the Bökship, where he is researching the use of scripts and scenography in contemporary
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art writing. He is the author of Lemonade, P.Z.T.C, BLACK GARDENS and The Moth is Moth This Money Night Moth. Tiffany Monroe received both her BA and MA in English from Chapman University. Currently, she is working on a poetry manuscript to finish her MFA in Creative Writing. Her poems have appeared in Elephant Tree and she has served as poetry editor for Litterbox Magazine. In addition to reading and writing, she watches far too much television and, slightly, fewer movies. Her love of England has led her across the pond twice where she developed an addiction to PG Tips and a desire to spell things with an extra “u.” Michael Farrell
Jane Joritz-Nakagawa‘s most recent book of poems is “notational” (Otoliths, 2011). She is currently looking for a publisher for her seventh collection, “Invisible City.” Her poetry broadside “blank notes” came out with Country Valley Press (USA) in March, 2012. Email is welcome at janenakagawa at yahoo dot com. David Harrison Horton is a writer, artist, editor and curator. He is the author of the prose poetry chapbook Pete Hoffman Days (Pinball) and his creative writing has been published in Denver Quarterly, Zafusy, Try, Moria, and Cricket among others. He has written art criticism for Artslant, Art Papers, Art on Paper, ArtWeek, Map Magazine, and Lifepaper (where he was a contributing editor from 2002-05). His paintings, sculptures, sound installations and videos have been exhibited in New York, Berlin, Paris, Caracas, and San Francisco. He has done performance-based pieces in such venues as the Hot House in Chicago, Catharine Clark Gallery in San Francisco, Canessa Gallery in San Francisco, 21 Grand in Oakland California, UNLV and the University of Virginia. He edited the poetry journal Chase Park and the zine WORK. He currently edits the zine SAGINAW and is a founding editor at Artenna in Beijing.
James Sanders is a member of the collective Atlanta Poets Group. They have an anthology, The Lattice Inside, forthcoming from UNO Press. James’s most recent book is Goodbye Public and Private from BlazeVox. The poem here is titled “backlit or selves”. It was first performed at Eyedrum Gallery in September 2009. With a flashlight in the dark.
Christina Baker-Jones is a senior undergrad at Shawnee State University in Portsmouth, Ohio. She is majoring in English with a concentration in Media and Cultural Studies, and a minoring in Women's Studies. She has been published in Sihouette, five times; Tapestries, a total of six times, and The Portsmouth Daily Times, three times. She is the only student to have placed in the annual Creative Writing competition a total of six times, winning in the Fiction, Non-fiction, and Poetry categories, and she is the only person to have placed in all three categories at once. Christina has recently been given the honor of being named Shawnee State University's "Writer of Promise" for 2011, a distinction that shows promise in a writer's work as being publishable and noteworthy. Christina plans on pursuing an MFA next fall, and is very proud to be a woman of Appalachia.
Ric Carfagna was born and educated in Boston Massachusetts. He is the author of numerous collections of poetry, most recently Symphonies Nos.1, 4 & 6 published by Chalk Editions and Symphony No.2 published by Argotist Press. His poetry has evolved from the early radical experiments of his first two books, Confluential Trajectories and Porchcat Nadir, to the unsettling
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existential mosaics of his multi-book project Notes On NonExistence. Ric lives in rural central Massachusetts with his wife, cellist Mary Carfagna and daughters Emilia and Aria.
Donna Kuhn has exhibited her fine art and crafts at Fort Collins Museum of Contemporary Arts (CO), Sustaining Cultures (Taos), Imagine If (CO), Moxie (Taos), Wilder Nightingale Gallery (Taos, NM)Taos Digital Art Show, Taos Art in Town Hall Exhibit, The Question Mark Gallery (CA), Mudra Gallery (CA), The Santa Cruz Art League, Santa Cruz Mountain Arts Center, First and Second Annual Santa Cruz Digital Arts Festival, Indies Art Cafe (FL),The Mill Gallery (CA), Santa Cruz Mask Festival, Walnut Avenue Womens Center (CA), Crafters by the Sea and the Santa Cruz Office of County Education. She is currently resident artist at Art With A Heart Gallery in Seattle. In addition she is a poet, author and video artist. She lives in Taos, New Mexico.
Vernon Frazer has published many books of poetry, including the long poem IMPROVISATIONS, and three books of fiction. His work has appeared in Aught, Big Bridge, Drunken Boat, Exquisite Corpse, First Intensity, Golden Handcuffs Review, Jack Magazine, Lost and Found Times, Moria, Otoliths and many other literary magazines. His most recent books are the long poems EMBLEMATIC MOON, RANDOM AXIS, and the visual poetry collection, Panels from IMPROVISATIONS (Series B), and the ebook *, available on Scribd. His multimedia work, which comes recitation, free improvisation and graphics, appear on YouTube. Lin Neiswender writes poetry and has been published in the books "Lifelines" by the Poetic Muselings and in "Vicious Verses and Reanimated Rhymes: Zany Zombie Poetry for the Undead Head". Her flash fiction has appeared online at Flashshot, Yesteryear Fiction, The New Flesh and in print in the anthology The Zombie Cookbook. Her latest story "The Haunted Heart" took third place in a recent Edgar Allan Poe short-story contest. She is an avid collagist and did the cover art for Lifelines. Lin lives in Orlando, Florida, owned by a feisty cat and usually mellow dog, except when he is trying to kill the mailman. Roger Sedarat is the author of two poetry collections, Dear Regime: Letters to the Islamic Republic, which won Ohio UP's 2007 Hollis Summers' Prize, and Ghazal Games (Ohio UP, 2011), as well as the academic study, New England Landscape History in American Poetry: A Lacanian View (Cambria, 2011). His translations of classical and modern Persian have recently appeared in World Literature Today, Ezra, and Dirty Goat. He teaches poetry and literary translation in the MFA Program at Queens College, City University of New York. Lawrence Upton. UK-born artist poet, currently based Greater London. Poet, editor, curator. Works in a range of media in the intermedia between poetry, music and graphic art.