Christian Prozak
Review of:
Skip Fox, Delta Blues. Tokyo/Toronto: Ahadada Books.
this is nitro-packin’ Pomo plumin’ to the POW degree
just can’t get past “Lili, a Hurricane,”
Squealin’ and Screechin’ and Scrawwin’ out
its surging oceanic cry
while shakin’ with the wrath of Gawd:
“a monstrosity, worlds within worlds of air and water and wind: torrents of doubt, fugues of the sheer, winds rising thousands of feet in a few seconds then suicidally throwing themselves off their own cliffs to plunge thousands of feet below, psychotic dervishes, deep unbinding swells…tumultuous towers, parapet in neural collapse (these result in blind spots), electric spasm in back currents, dark swirl, the black flatulence of eddies, abeyances of thought, little soda jerks running from table to table, cataracts of unholy pleasures…crescendo of blank racket, her brow at 30,000 feet as she slows, stretches and contracts, opens an eye at last, blinks, spies Cuba, and turns, bellowing, to wipe her ass.”
talk about “generative writing”
this bitch makes you wanna scrawl, squall
rip the throat from a fashion god
“Death amid the petulance of nations. Death in disregard. Death for its own sake. Stupid motherfucking death!” howling all bellicose, “tearing at her hair, clawing her face, ripping at nipple rings…she spots the anus of the nation” goes charging in like a pack of jackals, lashing at the “the stupid chewing hysteria of the populace…[and] fat fucks fighting at five o’clock.”
no other hurricano prose
can match the gnash of the storm Skip
Fox has unleashed this super-hyper-organic-destructo-twister of pure
Incandescent
Blazin’
Brilliance—
dissolving like battery acidthe flesh of all
we think know.
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RECONFIGURATIONS: A Journal for Poetics & Poetry / Literature & Culture, http://reconfigurations.blogspot.com/, ISSN: 1938-3592, Volume Three (2009): Immanence/ Imminence
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Review of:
Skip Fox, Delta Blues. Tokyo/Toronto: Ahadada Books.
this is nitro-packin’ Pomo plumin’ to the POW degree
just can’t get past “Lili, a Hurricane,”
Squealin’ and Screechin’ and Scrawwin’ out
its surging oceanic cry
while shakin’ with the wrath of Gawd:
“a monstrosity, worlds within worlds of air and water and wind: torrents of doubt, fugues of the sheer, winds rising thousands of feet in a few seconds then suicidally throwing themselves off their own cliffs to plunge thousands of feet below, psychotic dervishes, deep unbinding swells…tumultuous towers, parapet in neural collapse (these result in blind spots), electric spasm in back currents, dark swirl, the black flatulence of eddies, abeyances of thought, little soda jerks running from table to table, cataracts of unholy pleasures…crescendo of blank racket, her brow at 30,000 feet as she slows, stretches and contracts, opens an eye at last, blinks, spies Cuba, and turns, bellowing, to wipe her ass.”
talk about “generative writing”
this bitch makes you wanna scrawl, squall
rip the throat from a fashion god
“Death amid the petulance of nations. Death in disregard. Death for its own sake. Stupid motherfucking death!” howling all bellicose, “tearing at her hair, clawing her face, ripping at nipple rings…she spots the anus of the nation” goes charging in like a pack of jackals, lashing at the “the stupid chewing hysteria of the populace…[and] fat fucks fighting at five o’clock.”
no other hurricano prose
can match the gnash of the storm Skip
Fox has unleashed this super-hyper-organic-destructo-twister of pure
Incandescent
Blazin’
Brilliance—
dissolving like battery acidthe flesh of all
we think know.
_____
RECONFIGURATIONS: A Journal for Poetics & Poetry / Literature & Culture, http://reconfigurations.blogspot.com/, ISSN: 1938-3592, Volume Three (2009): Immanence/ Imminence
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