11.28.2006

Bob Marcacci

Bob Marcacci


moon buzz cold
was old who
told true rose
dew goes wet
knows yet night
let light low
might blow on
flow gone grey
lawn lay lush
say brush hair
flush air flung
where hung heads
sung reds greens
beds scenes stars
leans mars blacks
spars slacks stuns
max puns and
guns land must
stand bust shine
trust mine tune
wine soon does

11.07.2006

Review :: John M. Bennet, "The Peel Peeled"

John M. Bennett :: The Peel Peeled
Luna Bisonte Prods, 2005


A grunting puzzle. A neck of ghost. A sinking word. These are only a few of the specters which haunt John M. Bennett's The Peel Peeled. Published in 2005 by the poet's own Luna Bisonte Prods, the slender staple-bound chap is another foray into Bennett's murky psychedelica. For more than twenty pages, the reader is immersed in Surrealist dreamscapes infused with a wake-up shot of Language Poetry. Throughout the book, powerful syntax experimentation and fantastic imagery both compete and play off each other.

While Bennett’s visionary pronouncements are at times incomprehensible ('roof clock a/waves/-hole-'), the poet more often than not lives up to his rep as a skilled wordsmith.

Take this tiny jewel:


pallid wasp carre
unfolding in the coffee


With those lines, Bennett illuminates the blessed seam between the ordinary and the sublime. The poem can only be described as a moment of clarity, what the Buddhists would call a moment of subtle perception. Bennett’s eye for detail is always sharp.

The Peel Peeled continues Bennett's proud legacy of pushing minimalism to its avant extremes. It is a quick but thoroughly absorbing read. The dozens of miniature poems which fill its pages are priceless glances into one of underground poetry’s most eccentric minds.

Tim Willette :: concerto (for john cage)

Tim Willette :: concerto (for john cage)


fox-trot
oscar
uniform
romeo

tango
hotel
india
romeo
tango
yankee

tango
hotel
romeo
echo
echo


Tim Willette gets minimal from Chicago.

11.06.2006

Jesse Crockett :: Series Petit Mal (2/2)

Jesse Crockett :: Series Petit Mal (2/2)



Petit Mal

She speaks to legions of amortized riot
cops. (Shut your mouth to be heard.)


Petit Mal

Jet vermeil muslin, arc of turtles, yen
yin, old woman crossing a thoroughfare.


Petit Mal

By and by all the princess would say
was heard by numerous annexed accretions.


Petit Mal

Take pictures for fun and profit.
Throw your guns in the flaccid air.


Petit Mal

We want something real from day one, God,
where day means eons of your light, one devil.


Petit Mal

Too bad you can resolve matters
that need your wan sensory input.


Petit Mal

You want to know the secret to being loved
for life, but all you hear is your firm tetanus.


Petit Mal

Quit wasping she appropriated, let yourself be...
You should have taken that sentiment to the casino.



Jesse Crockett is founder and co-editor of listenlight. He blogs at "school of quietude", found at http://denacht.blogspot.com.

11.02.2006

Jesse Crockett :: Series Petit Mal (1/2)

Jesse Crockett :: Series Petit Mal (1/2)


Petit Mal

The worldly exact as they say, it has all been said & do-
ne before. Even before yet the first lissome prostitute.


Petit Mal

You use an orange crush your very first chance...
You are nearly re-generating, ha ha huh huck you.


Petit Mal

How many knees feel like Aspen about February 23rd?
You absorb around three when fifteen smile in March.


Petit Mal

She was taking me up her murderous slopes,
but everything fell apart when she sneezed.


Petit Mal

It was the year 2000. Try for me,
I have absolutely no recollection.


Petit Mal

I contrive you're a 34-year-old brunette.
Bend your grin my your polka one-piece.


Jesse Crockett is founder and co-editor of listenlight. He blogs at "school of quietude", found at http://denacht.blogspot.com.

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