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Great Emotional Distress
from drinkher wifelaughs she breatheshard andthroat cracks in her sleepinglayers ofgreen magma rise upthrough her body herold girlfriend math the poemcan take a punchthrough green ice scream forattentionlike a snake withwings squeezing her neck why laugh now? thetrauma behind her backdid she rememberto brush her teeth with a knifeshe’s a small manand she assumes she…
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Monteverde Vecchio (excerpt)
my panting heartmy heavy voidcapturing leaf smokecurls the roomwhile i preparecrystal lapped boysto value a buckeveryone i knowis deadi’m dead toobut that never bothered me none handsome sergioknows the hoary hourevery day antoni sneaks offbefore lunchto fuckhis girlfriendviolethe presumesi can’tsmell the rosein his long black hair sergio’s allowance twirled onmontellianapaneraibrionithen alonein darknessarrangesblack chrysanthemums
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Architectural Digest (Martha Rosler)
“The contemplation of things as they are, without substitution or imposture, without error or confusion, is in itself a nobler thing than a whole harvest of invention.” Francis Bacon a preponderance of glimmer flutters from north to south diamonds sewn into family photos as though around the collarbone anything goes in time five cut pears…
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Artifacts of Reference, No. 70
Sources: Czaykowski, Bogdan. “The Collective.” Volvox: Poetry from the Unofficial Languages of Canada in English Translation, edited by J. Michael Yates, Victoria, British Columbia, Can: Sono Nis Press, 1971, p. 61. Coulthart, John. “Howl from Beyond.” 1997. Trading card. Wizards of the Coast, Renton, Wash.
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‘The Damaged Ape’ by Russell Edson
A little piece of the ape’s nostril had fallen off; and then we noticed one of its ears was chipped. On closer examination we saw that one of its fingernails was missing. By this time, of course, we had grown to love the ape, but still we wondered if it shouldn’t be sent back for…
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Paterson is Yours
blood-bunny lays on false facealone in encouraging corners halogen burns —it is relevant to observe— spanish communists hidden in bowling bags and electricteeth gnawing at gates of dawn soon we’ll all be frozenbelly of lake coronavirus deep unremarkable remembrance of celebritysuperstition swirling around salon breeze transfixing artificial and drunkdo i hear guitars preserving structures of…
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Atherton: We’re basically living in a cyberpunk dystopia
I don’t know how you’re all holding up, but this quarantine combined with the ineffective leadership of my federal government here in the United States has led me to seriously reconsider my level of engagement with humanity, the arts, and, to a lesser extent, politics. Today’s essential read comes from Albuquerque-based defense technology journalist Kelsey…
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