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Barton Smock
Goodreads Author
Born
in The United States
Website
Genre
Influences
family mostly when sad
Member Since
February 2009
URL
https://www.goodreads.com/bartonsmock
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Misreckon
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2014
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the paper dolls have been cutting your hair
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2011
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Ghost Arson
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Grief Of Arm
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2012
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Angel Scene
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2012
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in the asylum we'd sun ourselves with angels
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2013
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mating rituals of the responsibly poor
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2012
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infant*cinema
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the blood you don't see is fake
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2013
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We stole not the same bread
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2014
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Ethel Cain, letter 17
Letter 031825
Dear Ethel Cain
They are moving the body from star to star when a landmine made in a dot of blood yawns arisen somewhere in the white acre of my poet friend’s eye. Needing a past, my sister lets a snake eat her entire stomach. Father invents in the grey cinema a remote for loneliness. My friend becomes an angel obsessed with redhaired dolls. My father leaves the cinema wearing nothing Read more of this blog post »
Dear Ethel Cain
They are moving the body from star to star when a landmine made in a dot of blood yawns arisen somewhere in the white acre of my poet friend’s eye. Needing a past, my sister lets a snake eat her entire stomach. Father invents in the grey cinema a remote for loneliness. My friend becomes an angel obsessed with redhaired dolls. My father leaves the cinema wearing nothing Read more of this blog post »
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Ah what an urgent patience is given an anxious peace by the immediate vision of I.S. Jones as versed in holy thematics that pin nostalgia to a renamed surrounding. Our place in common is Bloodmercy, a ghost psalm that kings a father’s absence, and a ...more |
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| Silence is a museum we enter speaking. Time is the time machine. Touch is the root that deceives the radar’s caress. This verse, grimheld. Grimheld, this verse. The decolonized vandalism of this verse. Verse as it de-translates its own final music in ...more | |
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| I hold that Evan Nicholls is a scholar of deep sense. In poems and retitled images of original origin, the work as pasted into the copied beginnings of Easy Tiger is one or seven of an insistent reluctance to write what came before as a prayer overhe ...more | |
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| Ghayath Almadhoun’s 'I Have Brought You A Severed Hand', as woundedly clocked in translation by Catherine Cobham, changes the present without using time in a verse that pours milk over disappearing and reappearing blood. It is an absolutely beautiful ...more | |
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| Of generous absences and identity bestowals, Tim Tim Cheng’s liberating and grounded signage as etched in The Tattoo Collector is an undertaking of invisible kindness that takes care to hold capture as a thing departing. This is inquiry of the vividl ...more | |
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| As it sings re-choired in the collection 'So Much More', Darren C. Demaree’s work is the starstuff of purpose and confrontation. Signs, tattoos, vacated crows. The un-reminded world. A shapeshifting violence that roots us to form. An offering of unre ...more | |
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| I adore the poems in Réka Nyitrai’s Moon Flogged. I worship without purpose. I am lost here where loss gets the nothing it deserves. This is the work of a third language. Of an equal. I don’t mean equal as something controlled. I mean an equality bui ...more | |
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