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Tuesday, February 26, 2008
I'm as surprised as anyone to find myself still living in North Carolina. Without a doubt, one the main things that's kept me here for so long is the vibrancy of the poetry community around Chapel Hill, Carrboro, Durham and Greensboro. My coterie, the Lucifer Poetics Group, has been invaluable to my growth as a writer and a person, and when I leave this place, it's the one thing I'm truly going to miss. I salute these friends and collaborators, and in particular I'd like to salute three good friends in Lucipo who've published three outstanding books over the past year. I'm excerpting works from each of these books, with soundtracks.
THE BRIDGE
Clinic
Walking with Thee
Domino : 2002
[Buy It]
"5.march.2002"
by Ken Rumble
from Key Bridge
Responsibility to tea, to the bag,
the leaf, the noose & its kite,
the tea totaller, the tea time, the tea cup,
the reflection, the because, the where,
the question of location, the bat,
the ball, the phone, the pornography
of the juice, the pterodactyl of Bombay,
the mmmmm, the champagne of tea,
the water, the tap
Responsibility to a beverage
as if a pterodactyl as if more than
a mark of time--mark the time--
as if we didn't recall--
a centipede, as if a teacup (really
a coffee cup)--thicker,
chunky like chipped brick, for holding something
toxic, like an American or Brit,
like that reporter who'll never make a tea time,
as if the phone rang & the because where location
kite water juice responsibility
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We kicked the walls from the houses
like fury--remember--like this,
like so--so many times--
watch--watch--every window,
every pane, a rock--gravel--a pile
where they pushed it into foundations--
watch--trails, bikes, dirt--watch--
we made it--nails in the gutter--
split beams & piss--kick drywall--
shit in the insulation--watch--houses--watched
building--watch--watch--now the bolt
needs tightening--
every coin on a string--
no beast lives
in the beautiful garden
WAVES
White Rainbow
Prism of Eternal Now
Kranky : 2007
[Buy It]
"Imaginary Synonyms"
by Tony Tost
from Complex Sleep
Eventually we take it apart
dissecting it palate by plate
only to get smaller
your mother asks me to tell her
what to think of when she says "milk"
and you say Waves
of punishment, of possibility
a rush now always on
secondary phenomena. Come home
bring goldfish for the
ponds. Cleft angels
distorted talons
stuck with the shapes we are
as waves. A cave. A nimbus
around my brother as he hums
home. Seduction of the sources
the first days of being enormous
analogous holograph of
above. My medium is
filled by quanta wants
heating the nonluminous iron bar
inner sight. Granular
the syllables are syllabic
if mouthed. Come home
to discrete levels of comfort
grief may be rotting half my brain
but I remember all of your face
faintly. An observer
you enter these memories
grief understands the poses
it is to assume. The film passes
through the gate
undulates in ways sound does
away from pronouncement. This
the very womb of evasion
the crest of each wave emits
a portrait unleashed
static enfolded in known formation
aeon overcome by error
shoulders heaving, mouth open
and moving. Come home
your father's birthday is today
for Kim Sun-il
THE DOOR OPENS THE OTHER WAY
Belong
October Language
Carpark : 2006
[Buy It]
"September 2002, Topsail Island, NC"
by Chris Vitiello
from Irresponsibility
1
Midmorning beachcombing
This rock is four letterforms
The diametric opposite of any experience
is not the absence of that experience
Rocks are graphs
Seeing is a perpetual axis // An understood axis
Brent, I have to break out of this and
not just to do something new
2
The weather changes several times a day
Iris hesitates in doorways
and has to be touched on the back of her head
Philindo uses "and" instead of "but"
The mistakes pile up
An understood subject is made parenthetical
and a captive's struggle tightens knots
Doorways frame
where inside touches outside
Not itself a space or place but a planar edge
3
Saying is another axis
In the middle of the page
becomes the poem's raison d'etre
Film has drained attention out of seeing
The lyric forgets a category of thought out of reading
A bite of Rebecca's seafood crepe between each line
Don't lie
Restrict movement, reduce the
number of variables
Comparatively define geographies
So--hesitant to write
Look at the Sun, I mean
The door is either open or closed and
there are many degrees of being openLabels: brian, poetry
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