We exist in a curve of separates,/ thinner of, fronts,/ border thinning,/ Objects in/ the hair of the animal...

Spent the better part of this last weekcycle getting into BlazeVOX's Winter 2011 more than 400 pages of poetry &or prose. Late to that party late in the wrong season, surrounded by a birth of humidity. I feel like an AC/DC song. And a Yo La Tengo. And and a Flux of Pink Indians.

What sticks :

Sean Borodale :  

"... Today the hive

is trying out its harmonics

A weepy low fugue I think to burning sun ...

Some clumps of the world are barred ...

and the river’s

clogged two miles of hemlock rots ... 

Tomorrow,

must search the dawn’s

damp ash for broken mirrors ..."   

"... a slurry of collapsed swarm agitates in there

like the very black bowl of a

dead stare into itching solid

And there in that bludgeoned hole is the idea of a calf

not broken but fully bruised and blocked up with clay plugs

Mistaken bees

blackly weep from its ears

The colony has one time ..."

Aviva Englander Cristy :  

"... likewise the valves    as the lunate

   to crescent the hand         against body

against obstruction      the quick and rapid

                  not to present,  to force

an impediment, the sign        obstruct to bias, to consider

     tender and        delicate structure

one could argue          each ventricle   valve holds a bias

of closure in degree         turns back again

towards gesture ..."

"... the sea a lightening

a likeness to the imperfect

bias, the pulse of lung

continuous from assertion

in immensity, systol: suspect

dilation, alone and considered ..."

"... I first addressed my mind

proficiency of function

to note, through cooling,

equal and rapid, the starting point

back, it is freed, a little below;

ligature, to compress, reserve

through distension, to provenance:

with swelling, fact or convey... "

Charles Wilkinson :

"... This glassy

humour in the gel leaves shapes that

will not laugh or fix: movement

defeats the mind that only tricks the

constant image. Now there are these

dark forms, fallen from behind sight

& no returning ... "

minko terez : 

"... The trilling ducks have long shanks & hourglasses, & are very gregarious. They impregnate the plants & make the

marijuana juicy by their minimal grazing..."

"... Father said nothing, licking his paw, his fur, his iron filings... "

"... such as a cavity of anguish, such as a tower growing inward... "

"... the second that corner comes off the clasp its history begins...This list would be calm if it was full, but will it ever be? I hear her voice when I clean the giblets out of a chicken."

"... These windlasses can travel with suspended burdens & hold level even on a lofty track. The solvent goes up the paper by filiform action, which appears as an outcome. All exterior joints & sutures are soaked to give an unseamed appearance. Errors in construction produced a set of renewed sails that whirled counterclockwise. He is certainly real in his beliefs... "

Kristi Nimmo : 

"... Bearded, with iris

And small rabbits, the grasshoppers

Chewing, oozing tobacco stains,

The rivulets of sweat sinking

Holes in the fields... "

Jim Bennett : 

"... the land swallowed the sound of death

is a shake and a rush... the bliss of solitude

rescue after search... "

Jen Besemer :   

"the return of certain birds        that's a start.         how much stink

bug per blackberry bush and all that…         tinker with a car in the dusk

               cornhusk    terrible     demon    squash   in    undergrowth.

nobody's varmint fence works.       the old lust for mud       daft

container garden not yet enough:                 no lightning bug." 

Richard Cronshey :

"... Los Angeles

out there past the concussed and dreaming palms a subsonic whistling in the nerves Los Angeles luxuriating in its polymorphous thirsts forever under the unearthly saffron dusk that lasts all night... "