“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”
“Villa Göth Interiör, övervåning”; September 22, 1952; Sune Sundahl
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
“The darkness lifts, imagine, in your lifetime.” Louise Glück
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
“as the skull disengages / as as would comes out capital // volubly, an ambush of human devotion” Myung Mi Kim
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.
“You imagine an alley a little kingdom / where the mother-tongue is spoken / a village of shelters woven / or sewn of hides in a long-ago way” Adrienne Rich from “In The Wake of Home”
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
“I write a card saying / machines grew the flowers I send / to throw into your grave.” Audre Lorde
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
“You have to learn when honesty is righteous and when honesty is nothing more than a party trick” Girls
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
she whores
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
we’re thru
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