from Speculative Resilience Field Practice & Nonlinear Alchemical Disruptor Mechanism Protocol [in conversation with the Medicine Diaries and Systems Manuals of the Fewkin]
These poems were my attempt to write discrete poems with line breaks. I managed to stick with the line breaks, mostly, but they became a series, like everything I write. When I wrote them, my son was 8 months old and nursing frequently, which means I spent a lot of time expressing breastmilk at work.
"14 Monostichs Make a Fruitcake"
Process: I write by hand at night, before bed, with a cup of tea.
ABOUT JEW poems from Abramowitz-Goldberg
Note on Process: Poetix of scraps and collapses Poetix of having survived try carmelite water try tantrum try what salary this is stolen time and I am the gluttonous thief sea leggy and mutant writing shanties in the light of google docs while the villagers sleep try divination Poetix of more than x, y and more than o, y and more than a, y and y is always propulsion Poetix of inextricability, the society of the tentacle, of root magic the future is botanical Poetix of rupture and caesura as incision slash wand slash joint slash presence Poetix of finally reading My Emily D and being butterflied by it Poetix per the genius of my writing wives Poetix of Perpetuity and Gargantua and Electra and Margery Poetix of too bad per Aase Berg “It’s too bad language had to be transformed into a market-economy power apparatus for pleasure-opposed morons” Poetix of countercraft & paradisiacal alchemy per the word plus a dash (of blood or cum or y) plus a dash (of salt or dirt or y) plus word plus space equals transformation Poetix of the changingness of figuration Poetix of the sway back and forth and back the rocking and rocking even years after their infancy but always body memory rhyming with a still underslept and mad and messy and excessive and tenderly good enough volition.