Poetry. "Noah Eli Gordon can spin, scratch, sample, and dub to mix a sound all his own. THE FREQUENCIES tunes in desire, poetry, static, and laughter - all the while broadcasting with the intensity and joy of first things"--Peter Gizzi. "This is the new music - listen to it"--Lisa Jarnot.
There's no denying that Noah Eli Gordon is one of the shining voices on the poetic scene today. Even here, in his first full-length book, we see his remarkable grasp of speaking the rarely said.
"Every age has its own terrible dream. The pyramids full of black salt. A guitarist plays his fingers bloody & then they want him to sing the bone. There are inside-out lungs along the Panama Canal, a whistle working its way through fog. We all get to be archers, or at least a shot at the window seat. Warhol's made it up Macho Picchu without a propeller. Black Math. Black PAlphabet. Black Airmail. Every age has its own terrible dream. Sometimes you're putting out fires, signing the backs of cards, saving all the animals in a sterile room. Sometimes on stage, spinning in a tight suit & then they've cleaved the atom into a cliched mushroom cloud & bullets are smarter than anything returning to the earth & there's nothing funny about fireworks anymore. Things explode. They always have."