Tuesday, May 22, 2012

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 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 ... 
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 :  

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

minko terez 

Kristi Nimmo 

"... Bearded, with iris
And small rabbits, the grasshoppers
Chewing, oozing tobacco stains,
The rivulets of sweat sinking

Jim Bennett 

"... the land swallowed the sound of death
is a shake and a rush... the bliss of solitude

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

Richard Cronshey :

"... Los Angeles