Rhyme eats the words

ekremserdar:

May 18th, 2013 - I’ll be presenting Küçük Sinemalar in Austin at AMOA-Arthouse at the Jones Center. Featuring work by Zeynep Dadak and Merve Kayan, Can Eskinazi, Eytan İpeker, Yoel Meranda, Jonathan Schwartz, and Mustafa Uzuner, with the addition of Deniz Tortum. With support by the Moon & Stars Project of the American Turkish Society. Full program here.

30xlace:

I lay with francis in the margin.

I lay with francis in the margin.
my plan without surrounding
was in tact. my shift was extra
vagrant. my grain was terrible

and in decision was immigrant
and trans, I’m just so sensitive
and flighty, but francis curls me
into violet cradling and reading

to prepare for bordering and a
foundation for numbering into
violent edging. francis, who’s so
careful in the sight of his mama,

in her recital of handing, in her
unsold morsels, keeps straight
to the ornament’s advance, man.
his lists are like knives and his

tongues, oh my god, are sweet as
maths. we’re like westerns in a
togetherness; viv richards is our
accident and unforeseen exam.

***

Fred’s recommendation:

There’s a book called Columbus Square Journal (Angel Hair Books, 1976) by William Corbett that I’ve never really been able to put down once he put it in my hand a little over thirty years ago. It’s a Boston book, a neighborhood book, of poems made by someone with an extraordinary eye and ear for the ordinary, for ordinary beauty. Bill’s one of the great contemporary American poets, and servants of poetry, and it’s time for everybody to recognize. Columbus Square Journal might be hard to find now but The Whalen Poem and Elegies for Michael Gizzi are right where you can get at ‘em. He’s in New York, now, and I can’t wait for what he sees and hears there everyday.

Fred at the Poetry Foundation; buy books by Moten

supersuperette:

Sarah Yeung: Earlier, you spoke about how some of your work was technically unreadable, like the birdsong: you can’t read that out loud. What are your thoughts on how your work translates from being read on paper to being read out loud? What do you feel is lost and what do you feel is gained? You use spaces in different ways, the hybrid characters of Korean and Roman characters, and different entities that can be read, but, I suppose, have a very different effect out loud than on paper.

Kim: It’s the question of what can be seen, heard, read, spoken, received, transmitted in relation to (in proximity to) the idea of tracking language in which mutable, roaming, fugitive connections and disconnections and ruptures also generate meaning. Dis-ease is useful to me, or the dis-abling of habituated practices of language. The idea of something not working, something not being sayable or reproduceable, (re)printable, carries its own charge.

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from an interview with Myung Mi Kim : “Ear turned toward the emergent” at jacket2 : I’m really interested in Kim’s use of “dis-ease” and “dis-abling” : from an unidentifiable stand point, both “dis-ease” and “dis-abling”, as the rendering away of, seem pertinent to some testimony of survival

MORE : amazing feature fresh on jacket2 re: Myung Mi Kim edited by CJ Martin : that I’ve been sifting through for the last week : great work being done here : I think I already posted a link to this : but..echo

eyelashleye:

sentimental work weasels — Elizabeth Workman

Sentimental coughing

Sentimental stares through the glorious neon

Sentimental petroleum addiction

Sentimental excessive stores of ammonium nitrate

Sentimental lawn chairs all through the night and leaf and leaf

Sentimental decision process involving gnats

Sentimental whistleblower intimidation

Sentimental Prada creative writing contest

Sentimental ellipsis

Sentimental reptilian skin

Sentimental green boxwoods line the walk

Sentimental market refusal

Sentimental fuzz of the hatchling

Sentimental resistance of white privilege

Sentimental resistance to grandmother repression

Sentimental Olimpia

Sentimental speech of plant to plant

Sentimental root connection

Sentimental need to not be painted in a corner

Sentimental object ontology

Sentimental ant fan club

Sentimental dust

Sentimental knowledge of comprisal of dust

eyelashleye:

Secret Mint: Urban Consolations, Altars & subalterns: flash anthology no. 3

Elizabeth Treadwell’s Secret Mint coining urban consolation, flash anthology #3

eyelashleye:

I say I don’t have enough stamina to clean all the rooms — Alice Notley

room of the swept floor where the toys were now stacked in buckets on the couch

room of the babydolls in a firehouse

room of perpetual coughing

room of force as a set of prescriptions

room of anodyne rain and data collection

room of the healing injured

room of forced detention of those passing through immigration

room of endless light

room of fireflies

room of our difficult reprisals

rooms of waiting for a phone call

rooms of palm readers

rooms of OMFG

rooms of salt

rooms of smoke

rooms of the beautiful herons and their glistening eggs

rooms of the force fed detainees uncharged with crimes after 11 years

rooms of those released 11 years ago but still in detention

rooms of future interventions in the network

rooms of rape culture

rooms of fuck that and ameliorative nudity

rooms of our mouths stuffed with colors

rooms of repurposed coffee cans

rooms of injustice

rooms of crime

rooms of the hong kong tar sands connection

rooms of cultural debt

rooms of what am I supposed to do with all these lamé skirts?

rooms of the quarantined tears (for national purpose)

rooms of the purloined lol

rooms of grey feathers
rooms of I planted these tomatoes from seeds

eyelashleye:

then the feeling that to take a picture would multiply it . vascular access .  druid gown .  pile of dust  .  debt-script come nights of b-movie coughing  .  “we live intruded by a world of absolute plurals” (clark coolidge)  .  double fronds of ligustrum split at the windows with lizards .  child on the couch asleep still in his emerald network  . breathes  .  plural pearled plural unapoplexy  .   furled green scoping the space against I don’t even what the cops to ever find him  .  law we live inside is a house held up on the outside by violence  .  a  .  the century which moved by with its gowns and blood   heels full of jewels  .  you’ll never guess how much water will cost in the future  .  your eyes . or else an arrowless body  .  and the streets of stray animals who will restore us with their surgical teeth and secret bacteria .  the ribwork   . 

eyelashleye:

this child who never had a cradle

a fever child

and how can I take the dog to the vet with a sick kid on my hip

for heartworm pills

and a test

she must have before I can buy the pills that would save her

file under

rules for purported safety that cause harm

file under

every 2 years I will dig a tunnel

and hide underground

until my carapace is fully iridescent

and emerge only when I’m certain

I could blind you

file under

the microbes shall inherit the earth

file under

reusable popsicle sticks

no popsicles

file under

trees through the lens

file under

the stars pierce us with their arrows of light

and put a rag to our heads