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October 20, 2022 / barton smock

aparture vi

I am late to knowing that if I write about sleep and teeth, I am in fact writing about sleep and teeth. Yesterday I described a knife going in and out of consciousness. Tomorrow an animal finds its own body beneath stars still growing the bones of god. When I tell my brothers, tell them there is nothing in the whale to read by.
October 19, 2022 / barton smock

aparture v

Brother yanks my ear each time god's fingernail has a dream. We are using a handprint as an ashtray. I keep my baby teeth. They're older than snow.
October 19, 2022 / barton smock

aparture iv

Birth and time travel weigh the same. I can tell my brothers when, but not what, our home stopped eating. In hell we are sad three times: sleep, sheep, spider's knee. I want to be touched. Put absence in a bird that can swim.
October 19, 2022 / barton smock

misc 2020, 2019, 2021

2020, from (diets of the resurrected)

Ohio introductions:

A god finds its mother in a joke about the food chain and is no longer sad that human babies don’t walk right away

Hunger remains your painting of the angel’s predicted appetite

The wind gets that way by looking for its twin

~

Ohio alibis:

Two sisters learn from the same angel how to use an insect bite as a fingerprint

~

Ohio postscripts:

Shy, I could not collapse in front of mothers who were born on the moon. As for the children, they’ll die for baby. For any last fact that others exist.

~

Poverty is a town that’s killed everyone it’s named after. Also, it is a very maternal thing to say out loud that being born in Ohio just means that Ohio won’t discover breakfast foods for another eight years. Look, it’s not like the babies died because one or two of them couldn’t cry into a pillow. This is what I mean by plural. Most movies don’t make it to the death of my son.

~~~~~

from 2019

CARRIED ACHE

I like to think of my grandmother as always on her way to an obstacle course for invisible children

(as combing her hair in a spiderless wind

ORIGINAL ACHE

younger, I skin my knee in the museum of the dropped jaw. you say blue is a color and I say it’s a clock. god is there and is asking no one we know to leave space for a birthmark. we are somewhere between my grandmother dying and my grandmother dying. a noise outside could have come from this painting of three window-washers kissing the same egg or it could have come from outside

RABBIT ACHE

I can’t sit
for very long
without wanting
to smoke.

this is the flower
I pick
for my ghost.

~~~~~

from 2021

HALTMOST

The babies came out silent

Our talk 
was over

It might still be
meal two
or three

Meal one: the slow 

cry
ing 
of having had

a toothache
on the moon
October 18, 2022 / barton smock

house,

house 8

we use in this room slasher films as a cure for anxiety

god is just a field
touch its only crop
October 16, 2022 / barton smock

final installment of Lou Poster’s ‘The Kindness of Strangers’ ( at Schuylkill Valley Journal

As said before, if you read everything from bones to palms, or read nothing between two hells, or need the whole to place you in parts, you owe it to yourself to read this dense and gutting first work by Lou Poster, who writes backward and sets a trap for touch. 

The final installment of Lou Poster's 'The Kindness of Strangers' is up at The Schuylkill Valley Journal.

October 13, 2022 / barton smock

( anymore I just say it again 2020

Glacial, this spiritual panic. But also, sudden. The bluest of left fields. I know the order of the last three deaths I was near and I know the order I put them in. I am up most nights either sick or wondering why I am not. Circa 1995 I was driving Gen home, it was late, and a cop pulled me over for a dim license plate light and he made us describe to him what we were wearing while he shook his flashlight as if fire had discovered him and had kneeled. It took some time to get home that night. Time, long as nakedness. As a kid I cried for years after hearing of the soul but really it was about this one toy I wanted to take to heaven. And now I have these four children who can cry backward. Who can die. Who can be secretly sad but even moreso secretly happy. Poetry knows we only learn to read once, and doesn't know that there's nothing younger than sleep. My hand has been a handful of hospital snow.
October 13, 2022 / barton smock

( well 13 years ago

SONS       (mostly for Noah)

i.

even  
if under 
your breath: saying

damn.  asking
a man 
in a wheelchair
about weather.  not liking

halloween.  laughing
even
if under
your breath

when your sister
drops a seashell.  reading

poetry.  aloud.

blowing smoke
into a room
where your mother
makes

a bed.  also, 

ii.

dying
is rude.
October 13, 2022 / barton smock

( I don’t have time to be smart but I am afraid

so a quickly compiled loosely categorized list of horror/thriller movies for Halloween that I'd recommend, some recent some not, I don't have time to be smart, no debate though bc I'm right, if I said something about the thing then what I said will be included:

CLASSY/PSYCHOLOGICAL:

(The Night) - Psychologically patient, Kourosh Ahari’s The Night is a knockout of a horror film that follows a couple and their child long enough that something behind us begins to live with the guilt of being temporary. With the dual portals of imagery and language, the performances by Shahab Hosseini and Niousha Jafarian go from ghost to ghost, barrier to obstacle, knowing that a shallow grave is deeper than a jump scare and that one eye is never surprised there’s a second. 

(Thelma)

(You Won't Be Alone) - Goran Stolevski's You Won't Be Alone is an awestruck and forged thing of first creatures and last acts that makes up both words and silence and puts them together to say body in a way that doesn't forget the teeth or how to pull them from the stories of the horribly bitten and damn if the lit work of Noomi Rapace, Alice Englert, Sara Klimoska, and Anamaria Marinca doesn't keep a lonely fire, hold the quiet, and give it air.

(Nanny) - Elegantly untouched by director Nikyatu Jusu, who knows that stories are owed their belongings, Nanny is a delayed stunner of a film that never feels behind or slow but instead, and in line with the spiritual and physical fluidity of Anna Diop's fictile performance, stops and starts in a depth that feels both timeworn and newly doomed. 

CREATURAL:

(Hatching) - Misshapen and willful, Hatching is a vividly off-kilter horror movie of painted-on happiness and colored-in connections in which director Hanna Bergholm gives us both the double lives of the dead inside and the lonely ghosting of those unsurprised to be caught on camera.

(Antlers)

(The Swarm)

FUCKING DISTURBING:

(Speak No Evil) - An arrival numb to departure, Christian Tafdrup's Speak No Evil is an out-of-body duet unsung by people too close to partnership and camaraderie to see a single evil let alone name any tune not already on another's tongue. It is important that a film this alone remain within itself at length, or forever, and with performances and visuals that achieve both the hermetic and wild, it painfully and almost perfectly leaves itself an inheritance of inaction and etiquette enough to afford its callous but necessary payoff.

(The Swerve) - The Swerve is both ascent and descent, is both invite and mousetrap, and is all so slowly and elegantly killed. What Azura Skye does in this film is dissolving, and with the lower beauties that her performance is able to unearth, she is able to replace being looked over with being decidedly invisible. If cure has no choice that poison hasn’t already tried, then illness is all of the above.

(What Josiah Saw) - Creatively and gloriously unreliable, Vincent Grashaw's difficult and restoring What Josiah Saw chooses how it begs and gets two-headed performances from all involved. Nick Stahl gives his ghost a ghost, Scott Haze retraces steps that didn't touch the earth, Robert Patrick closes every space in which he appears, and Jake Weber gets the story wrong with a menace that kills the right. But, damn, this is really Kelli Garner's movie. From the moment Garner's Mary puts the path in her path with the body language of anti-destination, the movie makes a scenic witness of its periphery and goes about vicariously burning itself beside the salvage of Garner's nervously resigned vision.

(Resurrection) - While keeping confession pinned beneath the unholy ripple of Tim Roth's flickering muscle of a performance, Resurrection, as guided and committedly freed by director Andrew Semans, is a film of secret chaos and bodily left turns that lovingly loses its permission to a possessed and wholly overtaken showing from Rebecca Hall. While surely mad and caringly unpredictable, it wouldn't be able to talk its tongues without the work that Grace Kaufman does as a child who moves the happening from under the accident with a waiting lonely enough to cradle the hurting young and uncarried old.

(The Dark and The Wicked) - The Dark and The Wicked is a hopeless beauty of a film, and Marin Ireland and Michael Abbott, Jr. use the sibling performance of their lived-in bodies to avoid possession and give us something humanly frightening. After this and In The Radiant City, am thinking they were born to play siblings.

(Kill List)

UNSUNG AND OFF:

(Triangle)

(Come True) - Come True as directed by Anthony Scott Burns is a film of impulsive longevity that crops trauma and isolation with the yield of sleep. I’m not sure how many left fields one can come out of, but was glad for how Julia Sarah Stone centered her performance and guided her character as touch to the overly handled. If you need to leave something behind, I’d suggest watching this film once today and then once tomorrow if you can get there.

(Moloch)

(Reunion)

(Caveat)

FUN TRASH OR CLASSY SLASHER:

(Hunter Hunter) - Hunter Hunter, as directed by Shawn Linden, is a slowburn resignation of hunger and skin that seems it might close in on itself only to come loose like a B-movie rabbit jumping from the reappeared hat with a half-human hand in its mouth. Grim magic that knows violence when it sees it, and knows also how to make itself scarce when needed.

(X)

(Bodies Bodies Bodies)

(Sissy) - Sissy, as directed by Hannah Barlow and Kane Senes, stops time long enough for its slasher sensibilities to overtake both homage and mantra with the faster sisters of fomo and isolation all while tracking the otherworldly un-mirrored performance of Aisha Dee as it duels for the same safe-space nostalgia and the right to say to everyone and to no one 'if it's not in the frame, it didn't happen yet'. Dee is exodus and revelation, and moves the end times back into the middle where belief must re-earn its brutal beginnings. Full of backhanded admittance and disappearing permissions, this movie is proudly and gloriously someone's fault.

~

And finally, and so unfairly maligned, imperfect but beautiful, I have to also recommend (The Empty Man)
October 10, 2022 / barton smock

installment seven of Lou Poster’s ‘The Kindness of Strangers’ ( at Schuylkill Valley Journal

Part seven of Lou Poster's 'The Kindness of Strangers' is up at Schuylkill Valley Journal.

It's dark in here. So dark, one can see.