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Three Prose Poems by Gabriel and Marcel Piqueray
Miracle of the Wolves “All the roads to Angoulême are closed!” shouted Bolar, crouching at the edge of the ditch, a black shawl twisted over his thick hair. Immense clouds soared across the sky. As the wind’s roar grew and grew, the clouds roiled ferociously. Erect and noble, the trees pushed high into the sky, […]
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Steven Manuel, contributor
Jesse Crawford, A Precious Little Thing Called Love / Carolina Moon (21933 Victor) Kid Ory’s Creole Jazz Band 1953 (EP 2-21 Good Time Jazz Record Co.) Louis Armstrong, Narrates “The Night Before Christmas” / When the Saints Go Marching In (CR-1001 Continental) Betty Carter, ‘Round Midnight (SR-5001 Roulette) Charles Mingus featuring Eric Dolphy, The Candid […]
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The New Shape of Things
As you can see, I’ve undertaken a site revision here at the CultSoc. I concluded that the sidebar was distracting from the contributions and thus quarantined it to the colophon page, where you’ll find the same array of search options (including plain-old “search”) without mucking up our contributors’ texts and images. In any event, I’ve […]
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2012
2011 was an exciting year at the CultSoc. Not only was it our 10th anniversary but it also brought forth another recording, books by Chris Glomski and Mark Scroggins, and some terrific material here at the website. This year holds the promise of continuing greatness. Our publication calendar includes books by Sally Delehant, Chuck Stebelton, […]
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Silentium
polygonal moss over- flowing monuments each one degenerates approaches apeirogon
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Three Poems
[ . ] Inchoate work / the oven on, clicks / document the memory of beginning / burst of bulb, flowers / vermillion / the jaw the slew the scapula the spine trail of body / an obedient vessel weeding the rain, like pennies for all Paulines. / Jesus gracious cut it out I can’t […]
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from Gift Horse
phase out the draft begin with the particle in it I rose a million ashes in an impromptu halo
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Sound Making Surfaces
the whole while snow puts to bed differences in landscape friction in the hiss raises forests and lays flat the field to the ear’s extent – • a puddle in the dark impossible to miss because of pissing rain • a sound like white noise rustle or friction in the snow screen drapes over the […]
