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The Recycling
Joey Connolly's funny and feverish second collection, The Recycling, considers dissolution and aftermath. Poems experiment with forms and histories, grieving for estrangement and heartbreak, haunted by climate anxiety. Connolly is always taking risks, recycling traditional poetics into a scrapheap of repurposed pages, rusted fastenings and glittering fragments. Ecopoetry has never looked quite like this before.
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112 pages, Paperback
Published July 27, 2023
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December 20, 20232nd pass! really nice! forgot the kant in here! actually a little fascinated by ! the two poems in the section - Two Unedited First Drafts from the Time of the Break-Up... yeah glad I came back, so chock a block I think lives full of things struggle to get the time for this at first. but here!
april -
this needs a second tilt from me - I've not read connolly's first collection but very much enjoyed this one & I think it's knocking on the door of landmark. if nothing else I'll be bringing it up again in future. love Data & citation proliferates upon citation
april -
this needs a second tilt from me - I've not read connolly's first collection but very much enjoyed this one & I think it's knocking on the door of landmark. if nothing else I'll be bringing it up again in future. love Data & citation proliferates upon citation
June 11, 2025
when it hit, it really hit. when it didn't, it really didn't.
June 6, 2024
The Recycling
Strange noun full of verb, noun
bending to verb, strange
idea of repeating repetition,
repetition bending to noun,
to fixity, the plastic box full of
plastic boxes, strange self
full of other, the macrobiotic
yoghurt of nonself, pot
jogged and spilling into
itself, strange planet,
fractal mosaic of interintersecting
perspective, smoothie of
blueberries and theory, planet
bending to verb, being,
being doing, strange term,
the noncorporeal sexting
of looking at the trees, the
weekly imperative, imperative
bending to noun, as if right wasn't
the perpetual renegotiation of fog and
fog, noun
three quarters full, tending toward
not enough, what else?,
action bending towards
conviction, conviction's proxy,
cardboard of conviction, card
bending to more card, strange
toilet roll of pulped noughties slim-vols,
strange cycling of symbol and schema,
edge and node, just as matter
cycles already, cycled always, an always
always full of always, pushing
all its never to its outer edges
where it's most visible, strange
knowing which occludes or supplants its
knower, bending towards
a verb of oblivion
nounful of disembodied unsouled
feeling, just of pillar-one being, it all is, strange
itself and not itself, vibrant
and shimmering with
anything, clinamen soup -
Thursday-night chore,
dust motes in a slope of light (9)
Strange noun full of verb, noun
bending to verb, strange
idea of repeating repetition,
repetition bending to noun,
to fixity, the plastic box full of
plastic boxes, strange self
full of other, the macrobiotic
yoghurt of nonself, pot
jogged and spilling into
itself, strange planet,
fractal mosaic of interintersecting
perspective, smoothie of
blueberries and theory, planet
bending to verb, being,
being doing, strange term,
the noncorporeal sexting
of looking at the trees, the
weekly imperative, imperative
bending to noun, as if right wasn't
the perpetual renegotiation of fog and
fog, noun
three quarters full, tending toward
not enough, what else?,
action bending towards
conviction, conviction's proxy,
cardboard of conviction, card
bending to more card, strange
toilet roll of pulped noughties slim-vols,
strange cycling of symbol and schema,
edge and node, just as matter
cycles already, cycled always, an always
always full of always, pushing
all its never to its outer edges
where it's most visible, strange
knowing which occludes or supplants its
knower, bending towards
a verb of oblivion
nounful of disembodied unsouled
feeling, just of pillar-one being, it all is, strange
itself and not itself, vibrant
and shimmering with
anything, clinamen soup -
Thursday-night chore,
dust motes in a slope of light (9)
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September 22, 2023new ecopoetic jam has picked me up.i am up up and out of here. "A walk in the woods is NOT the same as walking in the woods". This was Fresh, Real, it was Free—i acknowledge here what has passed before me (but who is Pierre?) Raw cluttering. Re is defo my fave prefix ever ever ever i think so much about recycling ♻️how introspective we are on source material words thinkings
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