Poems by Patrick Călinescu
click aici pentru versiunea română A Kosmogony intensity outstretched to explosibility comes full circle into the incipit of fire begging to be kindled out of the initial spark
On Suicide
by Patrick Călinescu The sum of all self-inflicted deaths is called suicide. All these self-inflicted deaths are the assuming forms of suicide—the forms that the phenomenon of suicide has traditionally been molded into. But one, all of them will prove to be just impure casts of suicide. Anyway, I won’t be getting ahead of […]
A Prayer Mantis Widowed Black
by Scott Utley A diva doused in deep scarlet diamonds, black sable and hair electric blue, held her place before me as our elevator fell free from the top of the World Trade Tower. Between heaven and hell, I fell in love. This much I could feel, this much I was sure of. I […]
From the longer sequence “ASIA. PLANETARY RHYTHM MARRIAGES – a graph poem”
[from the MARGENTO collection forthcoming from Casa de Editură Max Blecher] by Margento click pentru versiunea română The Euro-Gate MARGENTO Hungry Hell – Romania 1948 after Randall Jarrell Out of little Paris, as if waking from a dream, into the slammer an empty belly and enigma cell: tomorrow… How long […]
echoes
by Aprilia Zank with a painting by the Syrian artist Nihad Wicho I thought I’d heard a child cry for help when I passed the lake yet, on turning my head all I sensed was snow dust on the frozen mirror we’d take a torch to light our passage through the snow towering the path […]
Observation, 7. Extented.
by Patrick Călinescu edited by Nigel Walker Outside is the opposite of inside-the exterior is firmly opposed to the interior, it would seem, both linguistically and logically. If the linguistic dichotomy appears to be as fixed as the Aristotelian stars, the logical one, however, may have loosened its grip on this stellar array, which […]
A Case of Historical Embedding
by Patrick Călinescu All the best ones, when you thought it over, were gay. It was much better to be gay and it was a sign of something too. It was like having immortality while you were still alive. That was a complicated one.
Poems by Mike Berger
New Paradigms We send probes into the mysteries’ great abyss; they come echoing back devoid of information. Breakthroughs are but new metaphors; different ways to slice and dice what we think is real.
Poems by A.J. Huffman
To the Enemies of My Soul I am not the victim type. I am too defined for that. All my issues have blades. They break
SURformalism
An Aesthetic Fiction a principle and guide to generative dogmatics for performance actions, performing research, and the redirection of mind powers toward the continuous reassessment of relevance and value, within the surspecific, universality, and simplicity fields of expressive need. by Lewis Gesner