Barry Schwabsky

Barry Schwabsky is art critic for The Nation. His most recent book is Words for Art: Criticism, History, Theory, Practice (Sternberg Press, Berlin) and forthcoming is a new collection of poems, Trembling Hand Equilibrium (Black Square Editions, New York).

The Line

The line simmers instantly Dog pisses on garbage, waits to cross
 Keith in Nellcôte above the abyss
 Poetry too is a performance These swimming thoughts subside
 There is no set formula for calling general headquarters
 But we’ll get together, don’t …

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Finally, a pinkish glow crept in The sky merited all the love it had received That day, all the walking Colors as they darkened and were lit As down a cloudy highway we ambled In direst harmony, evening’s next of …

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I’ve Been Living

I’ve been living off my toaster I’m a cold Italian poser Could run for president Or take a dive in the dark These girls are still over me Their mute abstraction of disco A voice alive in a jar At …

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