“I felt driven—for my own sanity—to bring together in my poems the political world ‘out there’—the world of children dynamited or napalmed, of the urban ghetto and militarist violence—and the supposedly private, lyrical world of sex and of male/female relationships.” Adrienne Rich, “Blood, Bread, and Poetry”
Half-listening is a skill Half-listening is a cathedral vanitas Half-listening is a virtue Half-listening is a viscoelastic polymer Half-listening is a delight Half-listening is a 15x scale model of a tumid vulva weighing in at 6,000 lbs. Half-listening is a suffering Half-listening is a dire brutalist skull Half-listening is a patience Half-listening is a burnt altar, unattended Half-listening is a craft Half-listening is a cathedral nonetheless
repetition of dead code variables in a lattice of dead code form abstract values perfectly applied values form a 3d lattice used in an optimization of dead code propagate condition and evaluate abstract interpretation of simultaneity remove some kind of dead variable remove abstract value and hence flecks of sparse code variables form dead data concatenated variables print conservative constants for a single argument bound thus and perfectly applied
falling off his cell he astounds six-lines ago his family his family his life his mind once in awhile his dog in touch with his wobbles this imagined audience of men he does not mine the black to while thoughts away of himself stocking the cell once is enough inside his mouth god like blood white astounding still falling for every shade from the audience god instructed to talk to bacteriophage in these last seconds he tells you towered torch with useful mines touch inside creation screen white god write one word for creation six-line family his family his mind the way snow desires its own melting and has it
Source: Myung Mi Kim from "Civil Bound", which appears in Best American Experimental Writing 2016.
after Nancy Bauer, phenomenologist; Amiri Baraka, father; and Nick Montfort, explorer:
people thinking of the sea from baraka’s trespass what little you can hear echoes out from the work to lift human voices to discover a chorus adopts the feeling continually breaking silence the landscape in american history is merely a discussion on traditional numerology the hills are a start out of thought may experience a germination of genre the work we find researched draws pseudo-scientific inference it's a living out of feeling and lyric flight o that the mathematicians were right of brick baraka’s trespass you hear echoes of the manuscript it is a start out of his waves be hideous uses the term numerology is often a native guard words names any belief in sonnet form his writing were a start out of the little you experimentary of thought experimentary mutually affectually in numerology and wine and time sweet as your work
and black magic a few moments old generated a new idea then to your tasted experience and ending miraculous and experience a burn scraped from toast and ending black magic for good a few seconds after the house fire is a good idea then you sternly told the house it's an idea this new beginning the house black magic is a good idea then you permit a good idea then you will have a good idea the house is a good idea the beginning and the black magic a few days on now the house is a good idea then your experience and training a few weekend roses are red and ending black magic a few weeks old the house a good idea then you took that beginning and ending for kindling lit it black magic and a garland of weekend red roses then you will have a good idea the house is a god the house is a great year a good idea then you to the river black magic teach your experience i am a little bit bitten with burn your test trial taste
Source: Audre Lorde "Eulogy for Alvin Frost" 1978
regarding a telephone call to the witchhut last month she said he had not been fully vetted his ambrosia topped with national feather regarding my phone call with that forefather-elect witchhut last month my sources said he had misled the jobless forefather-elect had and others about his conversation with the unnamed machinist flight conversations had flap not feather fully denied ambrosia atop the machinist's flight wrote about his conversation regarding my phone call witchhut's spur then flight of serpent truth’s inauguration regarding my phone call he had not fully vetted the lore of the president adviser resulting in the father-elect being unforthright about his conversations against the red ambrosia's top last month he said he had misled less than he wrote
think got drink
got drink got had
totalitarian-type and said
decide to rush back
which i didn’t
think i got a drink
got drunk i had a charley
low and sad said how do you know
i had a chance to decide
tonight be a sucker doll
where thru the railroad earth
they’re looking at me
where money said oolyakoo
with me i think i had a charley
low in fact bought fit to be tied to decide
to rush back a tide which i didn’t know do you
know she whores
i had earth to fight be thunk got drunk on drink
got high too high
had a charley low-type think
decided to rush back with the tide
which i didn’t think about
i got the drink got the drink
the drink got me had a charley
low and said hi how do you do she
whored a chance to decide—
tonight sucker doll
railroad earth there looking at me
money and oolyakoo with peace
in the big think i had a cherry garnish in fact
bought a try a ticket to ride to rush back in
with the tide which i didn’t do you
know she whored while i earthed the fight
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NO YOU IS SOAKED UP THEREFORE NOT EVERY BLOT IS LISTENING.
NO EAR IS SOUND. NO ME IS SPRING.
EVERY HUM IS POINTED. NOT EVERY MINUTES IS EVERY.
THE SICKNESS IS LISTENING THEREFORE EVERY THEM IS OUT.
NO B-52s IS SEE. THE HUM IS FULLY.
NOT EVERY B-52s IS LISTENING OR NOT EVERY DIRECTION IS SOAKED UP.
NO THEM IS EXTINGUISHED. NO DUSK IS ALERT.
EVERY BLOT IS EVERY AND A YOU IS HUGE.
A NOISE IS FULLY. NO EAR IS LISTENING.
NO BOY IS HUGE. A HUM IS POINTED.
NOT EVERY BOY IS HUGE AND THE RUNWAY IS SOAKED UP.
A HUM IS POINTED. EVERY HUM IS POINTED.
NO BOY IS LOADED OR THE BOY IS ALERT.
EVERY EAR IS FULLY. NO DUSK IS HUGE.
NOT EVERY BOY IS SOUND AND NOT EVERY DIRECTION IS HUGE.
A B-52s IS INNER. NO MINUTES IS MANNED.
NO RUNWAY IS SOAKED UP. THE DUSK IS MANNED.
NO HUM IS HUGE. EVERY BLOT IS EXTINGUISHED.
NO HEARD IS LISTENING. EVERY HUM IS FULLY.
THE BOY IS LISTENING. NO DAY IS INNER.
EVERY NOISE IS EVERY OR A HEARD IS HUGE.
EVERY DUSK IS FULLY. NOT EVERY HUM IS MANNED.
A HUM IS LOADED. A HUM IS POINTED.
NOT EVERY ME IS OUT. NO ME IS FIVE HUNDRED.
After Theo Lutz, created with guidance from Nick Montfort’s Exploratory Programming for the Arts and Humanities