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December 20, 2018 / barton smock

{ review by George Salis of Barton Smock’s -Ghost Arson- }

barton smock's avatarkingsoftrain

review by George Salis of Barton Smock’s Ghost Arson:

It seems to me that a lot of modern poetry is not poetry, but simply non-fiction with line breaks, so it’s refreshing to read modern poetry from an actual poet. As he first demonstrated with infant*cinema, Smock is conscious of language, of the power of a few words, or few words, and his mostly minimalist poems have the ability to evoke endless dreamscapes. The infinite from the finite, another paradox from paradoxical poems, poems that are like alternate or anti-paracosms. For example, here is one titled “Mooon.”

moan, fossil. how do my feet look in my mother’s belly?
my heart is a pink flame / is my father’s / fingernail.
father calls me antler. I don’t know this yet. I will be
shot

by many hands.

By simply including an extra ‘o’ in the word ‘moon,’ elongating what Sir Richard Burton…

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December 20, 2018 / barton smock

AFTER THE DEATH OF SHOSTAKOVICH PÈRE, a memoir by Maya Sonenberg, reviewed by Barton Smock

December 20, 2018 / barton smock

snow notes

waiting
to photograph
an Ohio
bathtub, my father
chainsmokes
in a stalled
car

(a peephole
disappears

and a rabbit’s
foot

December 19, 2018 / barton smock

separations for unlikeness

being earlier drawn to a pilot’s imperfect nostalgia,

a hypothetical form
goes online
to cry…

(eyesight is sorrow’s smallest garden
(a whole

church
for the errors
of fiction

December 18, 2018 / barton smock

blue mind (amendment)

we had beautiful conversations but the earth was dying.

you remember god and I

god wanting
a child.

mother with her skin condition was at the chalkboard.
so alone / as to be / inherited

(we thought
in poems…

a doll
we said
a doll

pretending to miss its empty
bar
of soap. (I was

unpray
to your

longlessness. art was the clock of the poor.

December 17, 2018 / barton smock

blue mind (amendment)

which
angel’s elbow
is
the mouth, oh body

you are a life’s
work
in one
language (when mom

says

mom says

(a clock to a bruise was a star

December 17, 2018 / barton smock

{ review by George Salis of Barton Smock’s -Ghost Arson- }

review by George Salis of Barton Smock’s Ghost Arson:

It seems to me that a lot of modern poetry is not poetry, but simply non-fiction with line breaks, so it’s refreshing to read modern poetry from an actual poet. As he first demonstrated with infant*cinema, Smock is conscious of language, of the power of a few words, or few words, and his mostly minimalist poems have the ability to evoke endless dreamscapes. The infinite from the finite, another paradox from paradoxical poems, poems that are like alternate or anti-paracosms. For example, here is one titled “Mooon.”

moan, fossil. how do my feet look in my mother’s belly?
my heart is a pink flame / is my father’s / fingernail.
father calls me antler. I don’t know this yet. I will be
shot

by many hands.

By simply including an extra ‘o’ in the word ‘moon,’ elongating what Sir Richard Burton called the “corpse upon the road of night,” Smock conjures a wolf’s howl, a cow’s lament, creatures of childhood’s imagination and myth. And then we are given the juxtaposition, the amalgamation of vestigial past and fetal future and beyond, to the (moon) shot of doctors? adulators? murderers? An unborn heart metamorphosing from flame to fingernail, or existing as both simultaneously, like Schrödinger’s cat, until postnatal wave collapse. The phrase “father calls me antler” tells a story in and of itself, a mysterious nickname/endearment/joke/snide….

Considering Ghost Arson as a collection, there are obsessions or at least repetitions: owls, milk, ghosts, etc. The pinnacle obsession being god in all forms and personalities (“you picture god as a toddler studying a map” or “the airway of a god with a tail”), the word itself repeated nearly to the point of semantic satiation, a term coined by Leon Jakobovits James, who also suggested that the phenomenon could be employed to ameliorate phobias. Consciously or not, perhaps Smock is attempting to exorcise a theophobia. Conversely, the recurrence could be a mantra reverberating across poems.

Some of my favorite images include:
“step on the bones of a star”
“a snake made of milk”
“ear-shaped mirrors”
“spacesuits for stillborns”
“the owl with hands”

Surreal and soft-spoken, to enjoy Smock’s work one must learn to take pleasure in balancing on the fringe of the unknown and admiring the abyssal veil that stretches before you with scintillations that echo fallen stars. Read him and dream.

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Reviewer George Salis is a Swiss-American writer. He is the recipient of the Sullivan Award for Fiction, the Ann Morris Prize for Fiction, and the Davidson Award for Integrity in Journalism. His fiction is featured in The Dark, Black Dandy, The Missing Slate, CultureCult Magazine, NILVX: A Book of Magic, Quail Bell Magazine, Crab Fat Magazine, and elsewhere. His criticism has appeared in Atticus Review and The Tishman Review, and his science article on the mechanics of natural evil appeared in Skeptic. He is the author of the novel Sea Above, Sun Below. He has taught in Bulgaria, China, and Poland.

https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2625955610

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info:

Ghost Arson
poems by Barton Smock
Kung Fu Treachery Press, 2018

15.00

orders can be made via paypal to ghostarson@gmail.com or by using link:
PayPal.Me/ghostarson

or one can send a check to:
Barton Smock
5155 Hatfield Drive
Columbus, OH 43232
*be sure to include your address in the notes field
**all copies will be signed

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if interested in reviewing, contact me at ghostarson@gmail.com

facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/ghostarson/

review by Dd. Spungin: https://kingsoftrain.com/2018/11/28/dd-spungins-review-of-ghost-arson/

facebook live reading: https://www.facebook.com/barton.smock/videos/10155837390135423/

December 16, 2018 / barton smock

{ ghost arson etc }

barton smock's avatarkingsoftrain

get your copy today. just kidding. you can get it tomorrow, too.

Ghost Arson
poems by Barton Smock
Kung Fu Treachery Press, 2018

15.00

orders can be made via paypal to ghostarson@gmail.com or by using link:
PayPal.Me/ghostarson

or one can send a check to:
Barton Smock
5155 Hatfield Drive
Columbus, OH 43232

*be sure to include your address in the notes field
**all copies will be signed

~

if interested in reviewing, contact me at ghostarson@gmail.com

facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/ghostarson/

review by Dd. Spungin: https://kingsoftrain.com/2018/11/28/dd-spungins-review-of-ghost-arson/

facebook live reading: https://www.facebook.com/barton.smock/videos/10155837390135423/

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December 15, 2018 / barton smock

amens for longing

rubbing
in that first
cornfield
my knees
as if
I’d popped
above a hairless
baby
some balloon
or spider’s
house

December 14, 2018 / barton smock

who will love your doomed children

a snake
designs itself
from memory
and does so
with the patience
of the bedridden
mother
whose unlit
cigarette

(whose puppet
hope