This is a fantastic book of American surrealist outer space poetry written by a student of Bob Kaufman's and Phillip Lamantia. With pieces about Telep...moreThis is a fantastic book of American surrealist outer space poetry written by a student of Bob Kaufman's and Phillip Lamantia. With pieces about Telepathic Carnivores, holographic ballerinas, and Post-sociocratic Biology, this is for a reader that is looking for a new trip into the interior of being.
Here is the first poem from _Above the Human Nerve Domain_ by Will Alexander, Pavement Saw Press, 1998. One note, all of the unusual words in the poem are actual words not author creations.
------------------- The Impalpable Brush Fire Singer
No he is not an urn singer nor does he carry on rapport with negative forces within extinction
he is the brush fire singer who projects from his heart the sound of insidious subduction of blank anomaly as posture of opaque density as ash
he distanced from prone ventriloqual stammer from flesh & habit & drought
the performer part poltergeist & Orisha part broken in-cellular dove part glance from floating Mongol bastions
where the spires are butane where their photographic fractals are implanted with hypnosis
because he allegedly embodies a green necrotic umber more like a vertical flash or a farad posing like a tempest in a human chromium palace
therefore his sound a dazed simoom in a gauntlet a blizzard of birds burned at the touch of old maelstroms
because he gives off the odour of storms this universal Orisha like a sun that falls from a compost of dimness out of de-productive hydrogen sums out of lightless fissures which boil outside the planet
yes he sings at a certain pitch which has evolved beyond the potter's field beyond a tragic hummingbird's cirrhosis surmounting primeval flaw surmounting fire which forms in irreplaceable disjunction
under certain formations of the zodiac he is listless he intones without impact his synodic revelations no longer of the law of measured palpable destinations because he sings in such a silence that even the Rishis can't ignore
as though the hollow power which re-arises from nothingness perpetually convinces like a vacuum which splits within the spinning arc of an intangile solar candle
such power can never be confusedly re-traced because it adumbrates & blazes like a glossary of suns so that each viral drill each forge casts a feeling which in-saturates a pressure bringing to distance a hidden & elided polarity
like a subjective skill corroded & advanced he sings beyond the grip of a paralytic nexus where blood shifts beyond the magnet of volume where the nerves no longer resonate inside an octagonal maze stung at its source by piranhas (less)
Mostly a humorous poetry collection but with elements of an eerie post bluetooth age lurking. No pussyfooting. Here is a poem from the collection, I d...moreMostly a humorous poetry collection but with elements of an eerie post bluetooth age lurking. No pussyfooting. Here is a poem from the collection, I don't think it is representative per se, as Falck does not fit that oft promoted model (find yr (singular) voice or die at the hands of an academy), but this piece seems near the center of expectation. Here goes!
Girl with Silver Pooper Scooper
She stared into my eyes with the same look that must have inspired the lyrics of the Star-Spangled Banner. If you could see the way she tilted her head, her hair unraveling or the way she gripped the handle like an elegant English tea pot. She had a look in her eyes, a look that could get tax breaks for the poor. She must have known I was weak in the knees or knew I’d mention something about gas prices or some other very lame small talk audible if given the opportunity. I could tell she was enjoying my eyes running up and down the landscape of her body, dancing with her every movement. O, the way she bent to scoop a tiny pile of dog shit into her baggy. Her look was one of someone familiar with Russian beauty salons. She was 1/4 suggestion box, 1/4 menstrual cycle, 1/2 midnight PBS special.
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