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Wider
B-side: rarities and remixes from Wide slumber for lepidopterists.
Wider is published in an edition of 126 - 26 of which are numbered and signed by the poet.
Belladonna is a reading and publication series that promotes the work of women writers who are adventurous, experimental, politically involved, multiform, multi-cultural, multi-gender, impossible to define, delicious to talk about, unpredictable, dangerous with language.
Wider is published in an edition of 126 - 26 of which are numbered and signed by the poet.
Belladonna is a reading and publication series that promotes the work of women writers who are adventurous, experimental, politically involved, multiform, multi-cultural, multi-gender, impossible to define, delicious to talk about, unpredictable, dangerous with language.
14 pages, pamphlet
Published January 1, 2006
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A. Rawlings
9 books37 followersa rawlings is a Canadian-Icelandic interdisciplinary artist whose books include Wide slumber for lepidopterists (Coach House Books, 2006), Gibber (online, 2012), o w n (CUE BOOKS, 2015), si tu (MaMa Multimedijalni Institut, 2017), and Sound of Mull (Laboratory for Aesthetics and Ecology, 2019).
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January 19, 2022
MIL, for alixandra bamford
To awake in dregs. To sleep-awake in pool of glass. Our bodies epilepses. Body in wings. Wings in flight. Think slip. Think of a 'scape. And then
take a glass of water to bed. In the water: Pyralid eggs. Glass drops. Take another glass of water to bed. In the water: shards, punctured legs. Think water. Think to sip. Our body falls. Think to spit
a flurry of nightliving or think to grind myths into pulp: into water: into eggs: into bed. Cocoon in a cocoon. Roll over. Slur metamorph, secrete thick mucus, fill deep flattened wide
*
nightfuls of teething. Chip enamel into words. Penetrate silk, wool with steel. No more. Then spit like split our body thrust against a wall, a tooth, a moth with barbed spines. No more. Not like that at all. No more. Like macadamia oil and handfuls of Bogong moths. Mortar and pestle. Grind moths with powdered milk. Drink water. No more. Drink to spit
night. Bed of larva and larva. Bed of glass. Is a cage where moths sleep. We are blurred in the same grave We collect surreal with smoke and steel wool We label rows on rows of embroidered stolen bodies. This bed husked with mouth. The cage bled.
* * *
CRYSTALIZATION: HYPERHYPNOTRANSLATION, for lori nancy kalamanski
Hypnothrum of nightwords on lips, lips on thighs, legs twitch.
29netherrealm
Deforms of sleep click of a switch sleep. Are we rounded or inhaling to sleep? Do we tail off the hindwing? Count eggs to uncontrol. Count morphemes epsy epil narcol disp. Are our edges with ropped isturbed angled sleed? Hypnagogia descension.noise agognee dena? deruid po tiw sero ra. sidloc lippem pruot. nuos oe? niwila wo? elsot linre ra. elsiw fo els fo smod
mlaerrehten##
37ether
Cryptic promin irregular nustle bodies nustle twisted, dead leaves eschen bodies left eschen flatten bodies for the purpose of nustle being left cataplectic istle purposefully collapsed bodies istle immobility nustle camou.nowac eltsnu htilipowwi eltsi seiqop qesballoc hllnfesobrnb eltsi citcelbatac tfel guiep eltsnu fo esobrub eyt rof seiqop qeuettalf ueycse tfel seiqop nehcse senael qaeq 'qetsimt eltsnu seiqop eltsnu ralngerri uiworb citbhrC
reyte##
537neon
Colortango. Bandoneon. Love-heat. Almosst ( )lit. Velvet. Drunk, so drunk off rotten fruit couldn't wake. No one, take two. A one a two. Slow slow quick quick slow and very slow appendages verge on pale green, golden-spot. Body. Os and Ds. A rip a run, body outside body. Humidthick. Thirst. Consume. Ocho. rigt dim obedi tuo nur pira ... opsne gnee gela noe ... rev segapa wols rev nawols ciu ... ciu swolsowt aenoa eka tenoone ti, ti ur tor foknur ... osk nur tegt sumk, nur tevlev il ... somlatsae hevol noene na ...
trolo noen###
* * *
REMnants, for conor green
the dream is a story.
Cocorphany: gargoonis reif asphyxia simplifanimous altrunanimy, conombine, samp
the dream shifts.
Simpler twitch: nightswollen, fucked moth, felled spire, limb-caught. Flown float
the dream anchors.
In a sailboat: the slumberwing semplif the winds a torrent. Blue sky, marbled goss amer america. Sail to hind, aft, feverwind. Loth or mothlore. Unisonoric concertina gored and fled, firewhite shrouds moth-eaten
the dream is a story
Bay: what builds. Cliff, 200ft ablove. There a tree. Antique one-on-one combat or the act of being struck by lightning. No survival, though, moth. A month of feverbuilding
the dream shores.
Autumn: cast on. Trip the wood sailboats with wood. Woad. Tiger moth's squeezebox sunset. The leaves left. Leaf a tiny warhole, not a march but an ember. The wind swipe twirl, trill. Moth the arm now wing-vein, home now moth, lift-off, pump, airborne and fallow, up over the bay, beyawned, antmarch, flutterfall
the dream specifies.
Peel off antenna. The other. Rip wing into eighths. Slice abdomen. Sprinkle bits of wing over carcass. Insert antennae into abdomen
the dream is a story
Child obsession: lemon cores, squeaking larva. Which lemon, reformed hymen of spring. A lilac of red incentive the other wish
the dream flightens
Chest oppressor. Demon corpse, leaking bodies of witch, demon, deformed human offspring. A block of dead insects in the butter dish
the dream forgotten.
Night gapes its mouth a swamp milkweed opened. It is dark, here, only clouds moon and the flicker of the silmaril iritidan.
To awake in dregs. To sleep-awake in pool of glass. Our bodies epilepses. Body in wings. Wings in flight. Think slip. Think of a 'scape. And then
take a glass of water to bed. In the water: Pyralid eggs. Glass drops. Take another glass of water to bed. In the water: shards, punctured legs. Think water. Think to sip. Our body falls. Think to spit
a flurry of nightliving or think to grind myths into pulp: into water: into eggs: into bed. Cocoon in a cocoon. Roll over. Slur metamorph, secrete thick mucus, fill deep flattened wide
*
nightfuls of teething. Chip enamel into words. Penetrate silk, wool with steel. No more. Then spit like split our body thrust against a wall, a tooth, a moth with barbed spines. No more. Not like that at all. No more. Like macadamia oil and handfuls of Bogong moths. Mortar and pestle. Grind moths with powdered milk. Drink water. No more. Drink to spit
night. Bed of larva and larva. Bed of glass. Is a cage where moths sleep. We are blurred in the same grave We collect surreal with smoke and steel wool We label rows on rows of embroidered stolen bodies. This bed husked with mouth. The cage bled.
* * *
CRYSTALIZATION: HYPERHYPNOTRANSLATION, for lori nancy kalamanski
Hypnothrum of nightwords on lips, lips on thighs, legs twitch.
29netherrealm
Deforms of sleep click of a switch sleep. Are we rounded or inhaling to sleep? Do we tail off the hindwing? Count eggs to uncontrol. Count morphemes epsy epil narcol disp. Are our edges with ropped isturbed angled sleed? Hypnagogia descension.noise agognee dena? deruid po tiw sero ra. sidloc lippem pruot. nuos oe? niwila wo? elsot linre ra. elsiw fo els fo smod
mlaerrehten##
37ether
Cryptic promin irregular nustle bodies nustle twisted, dead leaves eschen bodies left eschen flatten bodies for the purpose of nustle being left cataplectic istle purposefully collapsed bodies istle immobility nustle camou.nowac eltsnu htilipowwi eltsi seiqop qesballoc hllnfesobrnb eltsi citcelbatac tfel guiep eltsnu fo esobrub eyt rof seiqop qeuettalf ueycse tfel seiqop nehcse senael qaeq 'qetsimt eltsnu seiqop eltsnu ralngerri uiworb citbhrC
reyte##
537neon
Colortango. Bandoneon. Love-heat. Almosst ( )lit. Velvet. Drunk, so drunk off rotten fruit couldn't wake. No one, take two. A one a two. Slow slow quick quick slow and very slow appendages verge on pale green, golden-spot. Body. Os and Ds. A rip a run, body outside body. Humidthick. Thirst. Consume. Ocho. rigt dim obedi tuo nur pira ... opsne gnee gela noe ... rev segapa wols rev nawols ciu ... ciu swolsowt aenoa eka tenoone ti, ti ur tor foknur ... osk nur tegt sumk, nur tevlev il ... somlatsae hevol noene na ...
trolo noen###
* * *
REMnants, for conor green
the dream is a story.
Cocorphany: gargoonis reif asphyxia simplifanimous altrunanimy, conombine, samp
the dream shifts.
Simpler twitch: nightswollen, fucked moth, felled spire, limb-caught. Flown float
the dream anchors.
In a sailboat: the slumberwing semplif the winds a torrent. Blue sky, marbled goss amer america. Sail to hind, aft, feverwind. Loth or mothlore. Unisonoric concertina gored and fled, firewhite shrouds moth-eaten
the dream is a story
Bay: what builds. Cliff, 200ft ablove. There a tree. Antique one-on-one combat or the act of being struck by lightning. No survival, though, moth. A month of feverbuilding
the dream shores.
Autumn: cast on. Trip the wood sailboats with wood. Woad. Tiger moth's squeezebox sunset. The leaves left. Leaf a tiny warhole, not a march but an ember. The wind swipe twirl, trill. Moth the arm now wing-vein, home now moth, lift-off, pump, airborne and fallow, up over the bay, beyawned, antmarch, flutterfall
the dream specifies.
Peel off antenna. The other. Rip wing into eighths. Slice abdomen. Sprinkle bits of wing over carcass. Insert antennae into abdomen
the dream is a story
Child obsession: lemon cores, squeaking larva. Which lemon, reformed hymen of spring. A lilac of red incentive the other wish
the dream flightens
Chest oppressor. Demon corpse, leaking bodies of witch, demon, deformed human offspring. A block of dead insects in the butter dish
the dream forgotten.
Night gapes its mouth a swamp milkweed opened. It is dark, here, only clouds moon and the flicker of the silmaril iritidan.
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