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March 28, 2018 / barton smock

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thru March 29th, Lulu is offering 15% off all print books with coupon code of FIFTEEN

poetry collections, mine, self-published, are here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/acolyteroad

my most recent is {everything I touch remembers being my hand}, and is here:
http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/everything-i-touch-remembers-being-my-hand/paperback/product-23527319.html

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private publications are available via paypal (bartsmock@gmail.com) or https://www.paypal.me/BartonSmock

as such:

chapbook, [BASILISK], 64 pages $5.00
(Feb 2017)

chapbook, [the accepted field], 84 pages $5.00
(May 2017)

chapbook, [in this life another is you], 64 pages $3.00
(Oct 2017)

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as for non self-published work, my chapbook {infant*cinema / Dink Press / 2016} is here:

https://www.dinkpress.com/store/infant-cinema-barton-smock-dp2

of which, some said, say:

i.

With sparse language, Barton Smock creates semi-prose poems that contain concentrated riddles, such as in the line “follow the spider’s trail of abandoned birthmarks” or “one of us is dreaming I entered your body.” There are clues across poems, of a broken family, of disbelief in religion and reality, and of the pain stemming from all of that and more. The question of the nature of pain itself is put forth, and its origin: “before it began to go everywhere without him, was pain god?” An evocation of both the trinity (namely, god as his own son) and a child’s jarring transition into independence, which can be destructive to the self and others, for who is so easily prepared for the world? The poems are without titles, except for the title of the chapbook as a whole: infant*cinema. “inside my father I can’t hear one tv over another. […] the people watching the fight want to be seen looking at it.” As soon as we begin to concretely process our surroundings as infants, we must absorb or cancel out competing stimuli, but even so we need to learn what is what. By then, we may have seen too much, the violence of disappointment, loneliness, and, more often than one would like to admit, mental and physical abuse. But is this what makes humans human?

~George Salis

ii.

review at Forage Poetry by Emma Hall:

Review of infant*cinema by Barton Smock ~Emma Hall

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