5/21/15
5/14/15
2/8/15
1/6/15
Vox Squad / We Are Fantastic
Daniel Poppick, Vox Squad
An awkward box-set on a
neighborhood parole. D-Pop’s bratpack of sonnets beat around the block. He wrings
tercets and quatrains from diary
rain – wet refrains wax and swan. The backgrounds, layered and strolling,
stringed trinkets, jangling paint. Say hey there’s a rainbow rock n’ roll van.
So the cops are confounded and the colors are wrong. Royal pain – sine qua
non.
Thea Brown, We Are Fantastic
Fast blinking ants. Pep
for spectral critters prone to fretting episodes. I can’t but feel my fillings
riddled w/ her pretty brilliant threats. The philosopher-poet’s killer metal detector.
Everything pings. See me, in a perfect meadow of hotel bedding, wired for the
worst. All signs pointing, poignant, lightning.
1/4/15
12/22/14
I'm Your Huckleberry
How now, chow-hounds. Here’s a splendid
kitchenette over- grown w/ innuendo. You and I, chuckle and
futz, JK and touché. Like pronoun poutine: we’re a wonder of
correspondent squishes. Dueling dishes. The tone switches willy-nilly, room to room, a little touching then much-too-much, poopy shmoopy then
pie-in-the-sky. I’m feeling upholstered and swollen w/ luminous bits, bites
of “light verse.” She's alliterating vees, cycling-bi, her heart a bajillion kerblooms!
1/27/14
from Of the Day
New e-chapbook, 13 packs of Smarties® (27-39) from Of the Day, available (for free! buy now!) from Delete Press. This is no. 1 in their new delet-e series.
So many thanks to Jared Schickling and the whole Delete operation for their thot, work, and enthusiasm!
7/26/13
Nadaísta
Amílkar U., Nadaísta
Trans. by Camilo Roldán
Nor torsos. Here were the words dark matter. Ritual archeology – delve into an alternate university’s torture workshop. Nobody studies (studies of nobodies). Witness ourselves these carcasses in livid vivisection. Candlelit gallery, stained glass, discarded harpsichord, gory furniture. And stanzas amass that languish withstanding.
7/20/13
Drinking with Matthew
Eric Gelsinger, Drinking with Matthew
What did the mystic say to his shrink? Listen to this misfortunate bliss. My personal man party, dick jokes and poker, art and sports (sparts!), fandemonium, a million yuks. The thinking instills intimate bullshit from a deep, drunk, middle-class childhood. Ball pit, roller rink, dirty feeling. Money humiliates all of us assholes. Keeping it real: I could pee an eternity.
7/15/13
Cara Benson
Cara Benson, Cara Benson
Identity and principle. "I" – lip-synching hypocrite (“Cara Benson”) confront power, center stage. She makes a spectacle of caring desperately, swallowing pride, then genuine raging. Lines break w/ a clarity that clears the auditorium’s air. "I" – disembodied “audience” slowly disengage, fall from my chair. There’s no misreading the cataclysmic: “It’s coming.” So why O why do we leave her pleading?
7/5/13
Headless Multi Vs Perpetual Interface
Billy Cancel, Headless Multi Vs Perpetual Interface
Book as blizzard of sizzling drill bits. We’re out, wasted latenights, walking into walls, picking fights we can’t win. Our grid scout – Billy in silver facepaint. Songs happen upon: patterned litterfall, syntax trainwrecks, pixely derelicts, poplocking drunk. A funky cosmos juxtaposed. His rhythms ramble (bramble status). The feet maintain, but the brains beat in.
6/27/13
Latronic Strag
Sara Deniz Akant, Latronic Strag
Its origin: gray area, hoop earring. Binary, trinity, dot dot dot. I heart Central Park on her Atari harmonica. Hot metropolitan doppelgangers and their designer neologisms. A digital roll call: all the little piggies, parroting pirates, lobotomized kites, hobo strollers. Hobgoblins are hovering in the cloud cover. Inside, snow glows, limelight-white.
6/19/13
Only Voyage
Aaron Lowinger, Only Voyage
This is living. Poetry, friends, bound by keyring, freewheelin' around the kingdom, crying out loud. We lost boys ride side-stapled to the old soul's Toyota. Apostles to lots of coffee and endless talking shit. How we know, what we know, that nothing, nowhere, here nor there, ground beneath goes through the air. The Thruway it's down on paper. I promise you, spirit only.
6/13/13
Death TV
Colby Somerville, Death TV 1-6
Lightful Press
Behold the heavens divided and ploded episodic. My fellow picnickers, meanwhile, we're mapping our nappies. Do a folio flyover. Infer an I to renai-reconaissance - insect data centers, intercept xy, interdict missiles. The poet will redirect yr echolalia acrostically - through lines, delicately latticed, lacing for miles. Displays of violence beget displays of violence. Backgrounds buzzy w/ pinpoint potential.
6/5/13
Imaginary Portraits
Joshua Ware, Imaginary Portraits
Greying Ghost Press
This collection is singular as sunscreen or interstate. Its places at once commune with a nature not politics, $, and data. Complicate - don't compute - the words "Middle America." Prairie-bruises. We skype in a skylight of bluebirds. I see myself hinge on a constant and distant denuding neither inside nor outside the bedroom. Becoming a fantasy too faint to experience.
6/4/13
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