-
Zach Barocas, contributor
Suggested Reading New & Selected Essays, by Denise Levertov The Man with a Shattered World, study by A.R. Luria Collected Poems, by Frank O’Hara To Give It Up, poems by Pam Rehm A Palpable Elysium, photographs & reminiscences by Jonathan Williams Suggested Listening Touching CD, Paul Bley Trio 100 Flowers Bloom CDs, Gang of Four […]
-
A Fragmentary Poetics (Part One)
Due to the length of this essay (& perhaps more to the limitations & strains of this medium), it will appear in two parts, the latter of which will be posted next update. — Z. I am a slow learner. My education — and it is still ongoing — has consisted of missed opportunities, hasty […]
-
To Whom It May Concern
Yew and eye and eye and yew soak up the dark while you are gone. This shade unfurled from root to bough was planted here when I was born. Within its reach I shut my eye to eye of day and day’s return as birds depress Selectric keys addressed To Whom It May Concern. It […]
-
“Shipwrecked, I guess or…”
Shipwrecked, I guess or about to come in. This, I understood — a landing its consequence map muted… Epipelagic movement enfolds one thousand giant clams thriving on the ocean floor. “the field.” its reciprocity.
-
Doubtful Weather
Cyclone system, you star in a film — disturbing elements excite a false rapport in various substances: shadows shrivel in the park, metal turns to ice, and plastic bags to birds. With hook and eye unhooked, a shutter knocks against my thoughts — to punctuate and interrupt. With a rush of wings a dark-green shade […]
-
10.04.02
Apologies to anyone whose Culturally Societal activity was interrupted last month. We changed hosts & consequently found ourselves in a virtual abyss for a week or so. But we’re back. Breathe easy. This round we have for you poems by Joel Bettridge, & Jon Curley. Cary Conover returns with images of people in apparently various […]
-
A Poem Beginning with a Line from Pound to Joyce 7/7/18
The world is too fucking with us, its crude commode cannot contain us. Had we sought to dim it our hearts like wands could will it and replace it with an imitation — scrupulous, exact, but happier, born out of wedlock, gridlock, and love, a beautiful bastard congested with itself. The world is too fucking […]