The Beauty Obscure

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Switched-On Gutenberg Issue #17

Featuring works by:



Christine Hamm
Emily Severance
Paul Barclay
Naomi Krupitsky
Larry Blazek
and more....

Accidental







(Blown Up From The Heart Up by Carolyn Krieg)

[Eye] not Eye

Dana/ A Lyric

A review of Arielle Guy's Three Geographies: A Milkmaid's Grimoire

......................................................-----the warm is

................................................................................orgasm

..................like water

turning..................................... to stone

......................................................we become divinations--------

.................................veins,.....the wet

drifting into folds of a canvas,...........the bed,

..........................where man has been

.....persuaded...............to open...........to discover

.......lips..........in the break of Absence


....................................................a soft mechanism/where?

flesh-glass,.....................chrysalis lovers, the aftermath

of a body you call................................."milk"


..................................The warm is

what an eyeball sees when the lights go out

...........................................................................in New York

................there are so many ghosts --------------

......................................................................................we are hungry

Lethargic musk about the pillows where you recite the song of

sleep,...lullaby...psalmody


...............................I recall the slumberous gloss

.....of your thighs

.......................................................the keen eye-wink,........pubic hair

.............................unraveling

................................................................to a pattern

.................................................... of accidents

Of False Perceptions [No. Zero]

Sugar Mule

Check out the new Sugar Mule #38


Featuring works by:

Jared Domick
Raymond Farr
SJ Fowler
Vernon Frazer
Charles Freeland
Matt Hill
Heller Levinson
Duane Locke
Sheila Murphy
Gillian Prew
Matina Stamatakis

NEU SHOES

Blogger Woes

I have been having some issues with Blogger as of late. Blogger will not allow me to log into my account on a regular basis--login acts funny, and does not usually recognize my password.

If this problem persists, Hybrids and Venereal Kittens will become defunct. My right arm will be amputated. I will have to finally admit myself into an SAA (Sex Addicts Anonymous) program, and pretend the sessions are working. Yes, this could become a most depressing reality...

Low Fidelity Kama Sutra

New Arrivals

Featuring works by Nico Vassilakis, Cara Benson, Michelle Detorie, Sheila E. Murpy, Michael Kotke, Andrew Topel, and many others.

A Rare Bird on My Back

Birthday Brownie

Poem Letter from Geof Huth (excerpt)

Philosophizing

Think of no one not even Christ (who will save this meat from its own atrophy?). I call to sleep puddling in the drooled-out phlegm all policies of shriveling women in red dresses waiting-- waiting so patiently for discomforting hands for their exiled cunts to reject them every time a man whispers come.

I will be waiting for the excess of all things & challenge what is deemed unchallengeable what may be revised with censor-marked chicken-scratch on the lattice to draw into air the calligraphic & strike the sun (excerpt the rays) to sever form from flesh the principle of cold nights while naked on a bed dreaming of red dresses (you learn a breath like a dying woman—gasping) I gasp you & will be this enraged fragility of darkness...until I [be]come sniveling Pavlovian-like on the ground, a fanatic.

Avant-Garde Jivin'

The Ghost of Mina Loy

From her thermometer earrings
& salt-teeth. An example
of feverish swans –the pulp
of goose-down pillows.

Her luminous fingers clasp
the dawn’s brocaded halo. A space
for the absentee husband. A space
for womanly coquetry. A space


inside a space inside an envelope
missing letters, missing vaporous
gestures.Dismissing the God between

sentences. She is somewhat
of a heretic ghost; her translucent skin,
observant opal. She writes in human mist,
the aromas of sweat pungency.

A crystallization of breath. With alien
thought, the mucosae of subliminal flesh.
Exists the calligraphy of ecstasy--
the tender nerves of shadow ink. A woman

for eerie gauze. For the shapeliness
of heart-mouths. A red. Emptied
of its blood & mercury.

Thierry Brunet Reviews EoS

EoS

Matina L. Stamatakis

The underlying nature of the visible world.

Speculative commotions and elegant disturbances.

In Matina L. Stamatakis’ new chapbook EoS, an internal combustion is at work. (Once again the dawn goddess seems to be ready to open the gates so that her brother Helios can ride the sky.)

Anti)matter

// all poem //

Mischievously and delicately arranged all over

the page, the lively poems act like a gravitational pull, while they take up numerous challenges.

In Of Unattainable Knowledge:

// from beginning to his foe //

Carefully chosen words that throw back the inhospitable reality, and explore the structures we often accept too easily. Experimental/sensual writing as a blueprint of a new celestial body?

In Simulacrum:

// from beginning to origami //

Exciting journey to the origins. Abrasive melancholy. Matina L. Stamatakis’ poetry

seems to call upon a new birth, another « eXistenZ ». Mutations and Transcience included.

Aurora[e]

// all poem //

Something of J. K. Huysmans’ novel “Against the Grain” comes to mind from time to time. (Des Esseintes, the main character, is an aesthete, found of the Symbolist movement. He studies Moreau's paintings, tries his hand at inventing perfumes, and creates a garden of poisonous flowers.)

Matina L. Stamatakis’ own garden is full of cosmic rays. (Another kind of flowers, but

still intoxicating ones).

The collection ends with the moving

Father

- for Neruda

// from beginning to hummingbird //

Neruda the fighting man. The poet in exile

finds a welcoming place here.

Roving on the plane of the ecliptic, the linguistic constructions of EoS, graceful in forms and movements, will haunt the reader’s mind

through associations or natural connections of ideas.

Like music suggesting a (not so) quiet night

and a fecund dawn.

Thierry Brunet