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Goldfinches
I left the hospital and drove home in the rain, windshield wipers beating out of sync with the music the radio relayed. The very first thing I remember is irrecoverable. For all their advantages, electronic balance statements demand the same expenditures of attention. Take, for instance, those rolling briefcases — easier surely on the back, […]
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“We forget ourselves…”
We forget ourselves Parking lots full of it — Playtime plots engrave a name. When because of you and also you A drenching thanks and praise Vivifies the void quietly quit the Security State. Jesus, we had the other half covered But the afterthought Exposed the afterflesh of Christ Who crystallized the quiver With trembling […]
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Zach Barocas, contributor
Suggested Reading The Little Door Slides Back, poems by Jeff Clark Comments on the Society of the Spectacle, by Guy Debord Somehow, poems by Burt Kimmelman Bramble, poems by Joseph Massey Daode Jing, translated by Thomas Meyer Small Works, poems by Pam Rehm The Real Subject: Queries And Conjectures Of Jacob Delafon : With Sample […]
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11.14.05
This is actually a sort of half-update to let you know that AMONG OTHER THINGS, the first collection of poems by Zach Barocas, is now available. You can buy one without delay by clicking here or you can order via phone by calling 888 625 9258. If a more scenic & informative route appeals to […]
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09.20.05
Well, we’ve officially been doing this for four years; whatever such a duration might or might not mean, I’d like to thank all of you for sticking/coming around. Hopefully we’ll continue to bring you texts & images you enjoy. On which subject, we’ve got poems from newcomers Derek Coyle & David Hickman; a few from […]
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Invocation of a Broken World: Ronald Johnson’s Radi Os
Radi Os, by Ronald Johnson Flood Editions \ 107pp. \ $14.95 \ 0-9746902-4-4 The reissue of Ronald Johnson’s 1976 volume Radi Os is a partial event and a full accomplishment. Not so much based on the first four books of Paradise Lost as a radical excision of Milton’s original text, it is part of its […]
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Truce (translated by Jason Stumpf)
I won’t be the one to make you suffer. You will not spill tears that can extinguish you. You will guard the burning waves between the temples restless, immovable, hollowed of emotion, remembering this world is a vile, stagnant sea. Darkness will be nothing compared to love beating its wings in the ether. There. • • • […]
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How Now Mad Cow
A farmer poured cow dust down the throat of a cow and inside that cow poured a further cow still, as inside another a meal of cows hid in smaller cows milled into Chinese boxes of bovine […]
