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Circles
This text is the result of a drug that revealed the scaffolding.
This drug was provocative and induced a certain feeling of dying.
No ego death, no juvenalia, no experienced commonality.
To write about the self without using any pronouns that denominate the self.
To rewrite the process of being an individual.
Away from the idea of sentience looking out.
Toward the idea of objects looking in.
Circles are objects.
They look in.
Josiah Morgan's chapbook is a poet's film about the kinesis of violence, a codex of ritual horror and youthful jubilation, lexically assembled as if by a troubadour in the dreamworld of a self-referential loop, in relation to abject cultural tableus, nuances and ellipses.
This drug was provocative and induced a certain feeling of dying.
No ego death, no juvenalia, no experienced commonality.
To write about the self without using any pronouns that denominate the self.
To rewrite the process of being an individual.
Away from the idea of sentience looking out.
Toward the idea of objects looking in.
Circles are objects.
They look in.
Josiah Morgan's chapbook is a poet's film about the kinesis of violence, a codex of ritual horror and youthful jubilation, lexically assembled as if by a troubadour in the dreamworld of a self-referential loop, in relation to abject cultural tableus, nuances and ellipses.
- GenresPoetry
36 pages, Paperback
First published September 7, 2020
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Josiah Morgan
13 books102 followersJosiah Morgan was born in Christchurch, New Zealand in 2001. He believes in the power of words to cast spells.
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February 18, 2021
With the 2019 release of Inside the Castle, Josiah Morgan announced himself as a transgressive and exciting new voice, and Circles is further evidence. A freewheeling blur of poetry, film criticism, and visual art, Morgan’s latest work urges its readers to question what defines a text, and even what it means to read. Morgan pursues these complex problems through the attentive and varied use of typography, offering a mixture of blank-verse, concrete poetry, and essay fragments that gesture to the book’s title shape and its implications of auto-cannibalism and endlessness.
The content is as fascinating and rebellious as the form. Morgan draws on disparate media, religious references, and allusions both coded and explicit (I was particularly pleased to see one of my favorite lines from Elizabeth Bishop’s “One Art,” and a reading of the vegan ethos in Tobe Hooper’s The Texas Chain Saw Massacre). The author lays bare his frame of references in an appendix labeled ASSISTANCE [IN RESEARCH AND ERASURE], and his array of sources is fascinating and unique.
The result is not nearly as daunting or unapproachable as it might sound. In fact, I easily devoured the book in one quick sitting. Morgan’s work is energizing, animated by a vital and authentic voice, threaded with both coldly ironic observation and real despair. The author engages in some hilarious interplay between artificial designations of “high” and “low” art. Consider, for example, a prose-poem near the end of the book that describes a speaker masturbating to urolagniac fantasies of shock-punk icon GG Allin before reading Verlaine, Rimbaud, and Plath.
Much like Morgan’s excellent Inside the Castle, Circles is a powerful testament to this brilliant young writer’s talent. Keep your eyes on him.
The content is as fascinating and rebellious as the form. Morgan draws on disparate media, religious references, and allusions both coded and explicit (I was particularly pleased to see one of my favorite lines from Elizabeth Bishop’s “One Art,” and a reading of the vegan ethos in Tobe Hooper’s The Texas Chain Saw Massacre). The author lays bare his frame of references in an appendix labeled ASSISTANCE [IN RESEARCH AND ERASURE], and his array of sources is fascinating and unique.
The result is not nearly as daunting or unapproachable as it might sound. In fact, I easily devoured the book in one quick sitting. Morgan’s work is energizing, animated by a vital and authentic voice, threaded with both coldly ironic observation and real despair. The author engages in some hilarious interplay between artificial designations of “high” and “low” art. Consider, for example, a prose-poem near the end of the book that describes a speaker masturbating to urolagniac fantasies of shock-punk icon GG Allin before reading Verlaine, Rimbaud, and Plath.
Much like Morgan’s excellent Inside the Castle, Circles is a powerful testament to this brilliant young writer’s talent. Keep your eyes on him.
November 14, 2020
A fantastic piece of dreaming from Josiah Morgan. Throws you from page-to-page into different ramblings and depictions of thoughts, consciousness, and most importantly- circles.
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