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Poetry guest edited by David Prater


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I Was a Teenage Gertrude Stein

One day soon the videoshop will be full of movies you've never seen hide nor hair of the wilde beast with shakespeare stuck in his paw. Bastard in a ramshackle shed. All the characters will buy copies of the same …

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re mission

stuart macgill's dismissal of brian lara in the second innings of the second test 2000/2001 it is akin to the moment when the batsman left the atmosphere of his suit a viral agent is being expelled from my body into …

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Michael Slater 2

i just need some time and space the cut shot will begin to function and i will be unstoppable once more in my exuberance i have let things go that perhaps should have been dealt with more rigorously through my …

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f(x) – 5th metacarpal; on seeing the x-ray of your broken hand

at first: the suspension of disbelief. then, comparison – the compulsion to equate it, this image's spectral nonsense, with something else; make it lithographic, reproducible. and so: try fog taking shape – playing at art – that night on the …

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On the Tip of the Visible

1 Morning loosens small bright spots from total space. On one hill, the black trees emerge arthritically from indistinguishable black. Perspective is here & i can lean against its vertical to rest, whereas the dark unclear fell through my body …

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A Poem for Daphne, No. 53

As a child, I watched a man wearing overalls Fall Off A High Stool. He was sitting in a hardware store's aisle, Among Nails of many lengths and sizes. The nails glittered under a bare light bulb. The straps of …

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Hearing Things at the Interactive Sound Exhibit

Scrape at First Site by Chris Henschke, Oct 2001 It's easy to talk as if mere words didn't hold understanding like a sieve, easy to succumb to binaries in a digital age. Some things sneak underneath the radar, work not …

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Sonnet: Poetry

Colorful rainy days. Poetry can offer you help and add to endless joys. Every day it bring fresh wind. Words put in good shape is great existence beyond languages and races. Your personal life gives a peaceful and pleasant mind …

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Blues

who thought random adaptable thumb heavy condensation he is listening drawn naturally him earth blues quiet unfinished pictogram whose shoes constipated curling streaking in clouds analogue mapping simply words germination german nation strata disaster distilled

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Make Speak God

open window to glue me. overheard god. speaking to you who is it open who is it. is it glass. gap for. addiction to. addiction to fix. in passage now. return to. glass who close. who close now dead butterfly …

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Militancy

It's an early Spring so They celebrate by naming a new constellation after Damir Dokic ! So what if it'll be obscure in four years they argue, it's contemporary now! And just like Diomedes he turns up at the press …

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Pile Up

Fit for a princess with her prickly pea or a hundred bedded strumpets and their sailors sprung lithe with fiery life, drunk on enthusiasm. Cross-hatched by quick love, bodies lay memory on memory, the weight of which will crush metal …

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What It’s Like

If you don't know what it's like you just don't know and even if you did what good would it do apart from developing your character like when a detective reveals how he got those alluring emotional scars: a blow …

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Disencumbered 2

You might have missed your chance to see Rome rebuilt from rain-spotted blueprints and you may never follow the ghost of a caravan hauling silk indigo opium cotton or salt. You might keep forgetting how rhythm is spelt but there's …

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Zhang Ping: I am Belgium's Zhang Ping. So Are You

Translated by Ouyang Yu I am Belgium's Zhang Ping. So are you swaying from side to side, we play saxophones together two tunes coming out of one brass wind strolling outside the window, like this snowy night as you said …

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Zhang Minhua: Daily Life

Translated by Ouyang Yu at five in the morning, i can hear pigs shrieking from across the river i can imagine how a sharp knife thrusts into the throat of a pig and how the hot blood shining with a …

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Zhang Minhua: In the Elevator

Translated by Ouyang Yu in the elevator, four or five people greeted each other mechanically i was embarrassed they were all in their forties or fifties — even i, the youngest, was thirty-odd years of age my vicious eyes were …

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Yu Kuichao: The Horses On the Slope

Translated by Ouyang Yu one horse, two horses three four five six seven horses one horse the net-shaped horse the transparent horse from one empty door to another empty door the skin of the grass rubbing against the belly the …

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Xu Jiang: Going Past the Women's Prison

Translated by Ouyang Yu several times i had gone past that stop by bus just in a flash each time and then that day two policewomen came from the stopsign. they went past me and sat down in the row …

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Shen Haobo: My Dad’s Sound Strategy

Translated by Ouyang Yu in 1967 my dad went to an alien place to begin his middle school career every weekend my dad managed to get home and bring from home things to eat salted vegetables and dry carrots or …

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Chen Dachao: Dreams Shattered Late At Night

Translated by Ouyang Yu. Dreams just made behind closed eyes were suddenly shattered by a glass breaking It would be better if it had been a glass but I was worried that it might be the goldfish from the fish …

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