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Louis Armand

Louis Armand is a writer and visual artist who has lived in Prague since 1994. He has worked as an editor and publisher, and as a subtitles technician at the Karlovy Vary Film Festival, and is an editor of VLAK magazine. He is the author of seven collections of poetry (most recently, Letters from Ausland, Vagabond: 2011; and, in collaboration with John Kinsella, Synopticon, Litteraria, 2012, introduced by Pierre Joris) and a number of volumes of criticism (including The Organ-Grinder's Monkey: Culture After the Avant-Garde, Litteraria 2013). Equus Press published his fourth novel Breakfast at Midnight in 2012, described by 3:AM magazine's Richard Marshall as 'a perfect modern noir.' His latest, Canicule, was published in April this year. A new novel, Cairo, will appear in January 2014.

A House for Hanne Darboven

I’m not. I’m not, I’m not, I’m not. Describing. And. Sundial. Three nine seven one five. Drei neun sieben nul funf. And. No. She spent her childhood in Hamburg. She spent her. Five zero zero zero one. Plus. Funf nul …

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Truck & Trailer Approaching a City

(Jeffrey Smart, 1973) Europe in a thousand container terminals – the sat-nav recalibrates, the one language. Tollgate, tunnel, interchange. Who knows which roads get switched in the confusion. This welfare city or that doppelganger on the other side – this …

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Unitary Pleasures: Masturbating in Space

The day Apollo traded his pipe for an appearance on the Eurovision Song Contest: “Living on Borrowed Time.” Absolutism isn’t the solitary pursuit it once seemed. Out of hours, display receipt. There’re other words for con- tainment, she said, but …

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Unsanitary, or: The Candy-Coloured Clown

Solo for Dennis Hopper Light everlasting! Jacked-up on a century’s backwash, knee-deep in it. The Cambodia of their dreams lay on a dirty mattress, amputated at the hips. A whole nation could bury its heartbreaks there & never know they …

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COLLABORATION Editorial

‘What difference does it make who is speaking?’ From the beginning, ‘collaboration’ was raised as an interrogation, not an answer: What is poetic collaboration? And does collaboration (whatever it is) make a difference? The very word ‘collaboration’ is ambiguous—grounded in …

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Brunswick Street Nocturne

(for Bill Moussoulis) Gamblers and parrots in polyvinyl acetate. Heads on blocks. The film runs backwards from the dénouement, a profile en face like a filled-in Rorschach blot coming closer. The street’s all hard encroachments, things ricochet, blur, united in …

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Submission to Cordite 47: COLLABORATION Open!

THIS IS NOW CLOSED. Cordite 48.0: CONSTRAINT is accepting submissions. Poetry for Cordite 47: COLLABORATION is guest-edited by Helen Lambert (Moscow) and Louis Armand (Prague). What kind of poems are we looking for?: Two (or more) people working together to …

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Notes from New York, New York

New York Diary, 6 November 2013 The day begins at the Hollywood Diner on West 16th and Sixth. I used to keep office hours at Joe Junior’s down at 12th but they closed it two years ago and shifted it, …

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Monument

1. Play the fluted column. Treasury of the consciousness of Man. Ring the emperors’ bells. The disappearing hat-trick. Replace chipped crockery. One copy among others. Animal furnishings. Will make nature obsolete? And so they cluster. Picture, fresco, miniature and stained-glass. …

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Juvenilia

Standing in line with haircut to join the Air Corps circa 1989 – & failing that, a George St boarding house (firetrap w/ kindling for stairs), shoesole counter-dinner, chips, tomato sauce. Squadron Leader says lost cause, gulping schooners & ducksoup …

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John Kinsella’s Poetics of Distraction

Like Rauschenberg’s Dante drawings, John Kinsella’s Divine Comedy: Journeys through a Regional Geography has firstly had to address the question of its status with regard to “the allegorical requirement of a master text.”

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1. sleepless thirty days:

there was a fork sticking out of my orange wires and random messaging the language of television and the synaptic schizophrenic snufflings of streetlights where crows in bad taste laugh at death and electric eels writhe in delight But overlapping, …

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