Louis Armand



Michael Aiken Reviews Louis Armand

The title of this book is an early manifestation of its endless intertextual referencing, as well as one example of the author's restrained penchant for relatively silly puns. It is also an understatement of the viciousness of some of this poetry.

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Notes for a Prospectus

Louis Armand is an artist and writer who has lived and worked in prague since 1994. his work has appeared internationally.

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Slow Evenings

… when even words were eaten and behind our backs they were forming a picture an inscription illegible but flawless as that other time when words were still things their melody ringing on the cold, charred ground

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The Weather Glass

evening – we cross a deserted city – it's raining the whole infinite milieu! you tell me the story of democritus in the garden of abdera – it's pitch dark i try to remember details a telephone number date of …

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