Bill Orcutt - How the Thing Sings

O'George

O'George with the prospect of our wildly looping no guff theories

and huffing bricks in a hod; a perpetuity of anger management

and evening times _ what I'm hot to is the evening array _

sod a canker let the

blister another

snare roll be fine & ready with

what's doing & down out our way.

lives all idly contained, i worry that our children grow

mad fat with fierce solar energy – the way they

kept all at it,

for some people here's helping & though oldest

simple to them i'm afraid of its bearing

yelp squaw held letters reordered and behaved

given stead devoted exchange

eyed weight tackle relate

belonging to another

it's curiosity, simply.

Endorsed

By the turn of the branch

there was

{officious hokey}

great love and a few instances.

Sans auto I wonder what is it

there, can be, safe journey & late nights

vary –

– a rattling mad trolley service at night;

safe trip, safe trip,

be brave.

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Busy completing my MA project at the moment: To Blart & Kid, I'm too busy to talk to you.

{Not really, I spent most of today listening to this.}

ChemEng

A life of fiscal welcome & he's fluent for a change;

don't – in this zenith hour – abbreviate, tacit arrangements

between the petticoats of long ago or never before –

there's much work to be done between long ago

and never before. The radiant slip & treatment. Our lady,

Marie Curie, glows pleasantly down the corridors of progress,

all science light or shadow familiar. Be they a must.

Written for my sister, Jeni, who's at work at the moment.

Proj

The fight ensuing and the list,
though grand, is not unassailable.
In scale it is not nothing, a
weight of paper measured to
precise quantities and
everybody can discern a

credit due or time to take and
blandly now to rest.
Home-grown consultancy,
the instruments of wearing
unity, being sounded out daily.
Understand a quarrel
as much as a top offer, be

ready and sailing by and away the mitre.
There's a bulky horizon

and silently placed is the next item
 – bobbing along – not backed

against the corner, but
seeking a sliver of continuity in the

mass of cut vectors.
Worked the full fare; through lack of

contribution but be bright,
a sum of marginal fetter or you

might read it as something else.

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A new piece of something bigger, given a weird remake as the line breaks didn't post properly at first. In unrelated news, I was recently put onto this by others, it's Martin Stannard's 'Respondings' & it's fantastic: especially the thoughts on Prynne (p.20 onwards) - we are all pleasantly reminded to enjoy the poems firstly, and worry about meaning as and when it suits.

As so above, also below:

"There is an argument that goes something like: how by saying things the way he 

does, how by not sticking to any regular or even consistent way of saying, then he is resisting 

oppressive systems of discourse, systems that use language to wield their power, or such like. Perhaps

this is so. I tend to think that even laying this down as one way of dealing with the poems is itself a 

pinning down of poems that actually don’t want to be pinned down at all. They rather prefer to release

you from whatever it is ties you down when it comes to words and language and thinking." 

Reviews

I've done a heap of reviews for Rhythm Circus over the past year. It recently dawned on me that I'd not shared them here. It's mostly films: Peter Greenaway, Charlie Chaplin & a few others. There's a review of Alan Moore's Unearthing performance from last year too. You can find it all here.

I also do a lot of reviews for Bonafide magazine, which is a beautifully laid-out hip-hop magazine. You can find them here. The DJ mix that appears halfway down the list is actually nothing to do with me, it does however feature a track from a Mr. Spragga Benz. No relation.

alveoli

by this to mean tout or do not

love so purely as to heave

grand handfuls of the air

in gluttonous quantities.

Assume, & by this time will have been & gone;

all gladly truncated.