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May 13, 2018 / barton smock

returning

he takes baths instead of showers

the boy
who believes
in ghosts

May 11, 2018 / barton smock

treaty, grief, moon

no clock
fast
we live
in the house
beside the house
we bought

treaty, grief, moon

some far
tornado

some nakedness

May 11, 2018 / barton smock

What Bodies Have I Moved – poems – Chelsea Dingman

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What Bodies Have I Moved
poems, Chelsea Dingman
Madhouse Press, 2018

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‘…Archangel Michael, Abraham—

young boys again. You ask them about
hunger.’ – {from} Reconstructing the Saints

‘…What if
the next city…is the city where I’ll find my own

ashes?’ – {from} I Imagine How the Man Who built Her Hung Himself

Chelsea Dingman’s What Bodies Have I Moved is a book of foreground and footprint for which you’ll need both hands. In it, people are place, and voice a narrator of excavations undertaken to identify the carrier of the chalk. What alarm does one set for stillness? It is in this interrupted dream of a history, a history that doesn’t repeat itself so much as stutter the unspeakable, that Dingman is able to unearth the out-of-body. The past is childless. The present a map of our preconceived notions of ruin. As in Thaw

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May 11, 2018 / barton smock

{work.able}

thru May 14th, Lulu is offering 10% off all print books and free mail shipping (or 50% off ground) with coupon code of BOOKSHIP18

 

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most recent work, mine:

 

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eating the animal back to life
10.00
315 pages
published July 2015

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/eating-the-animal-back-to-life/paperback/product-22277755.html

 

of which Kazim Ali says:

 

Speaking of being captivated, when I was in Cleveland’s most exciting new independent bookstore, Guide to Kulchur, I picked up on a whim a few small volumes that appeared to have been published by the author using Lulu. I was so entranced by the seemingly simple but endlessly complex, prickly lyrics that I wrote to the author, Barton Smock, through his blog, kingsoftrain.wordpress.com. He’s been sending me books now and then and his latest, Eating the Animal Back to Life, is just knocking me out. These poems are desperate, tender, wry, alarmed, god-obsessed, and musically driven. Smock is not published by others, he does it all himself and so the only place you can get his books is here. All the advanced degrees and publishing credentials in the world can’t get you the unspeakable duende that Smock somehow taps into, poem after poem.

 

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earth is part earth and there’s a hole in the sound I made you from
9.00
98 pages
published December 2015

 

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MOON tattoo
9.00
114 pages
published March 2016

 

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/moon-tattoo/paperback/product-22621263.html

 

…The result of this type of work is that a poem might seem fractured, when it is not. Smock works with both image and symbol in order to create poems that are iconoclastic, alpha and omega…

as reviewed by Krystal Sierra:
http://krystalsierra.blogspot.com/2016/05/between-language-and-narrative.html?m=1

 

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infant*cinema, Dink Press, April 2016
7.00 (first non self-published work)

 

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

 

of which, the some that said, say:

 

Barton Smock’s newest book is filled with enigmatic poetry honed to the barest minimum of language, without a scintilla of excess. In one poem and elsewhere, Smock states that he “does not want to be seen as a person,” and the scant information he has shared in various publications and the rare interview certainly reveals little but that he is a father, husband, likes movies, and writes daily. Yet in infant * cinema, poems that first appear as fragmentary and surreal dreams, prayers, visions, or confessions still evoke a completeness that lacks nothing, wants nothing. Smock reveals a world filled with grief, death, suicides, disabling conditions, and a family’s complex relationships across generations. While the poems mention “lonesome objects,” “melancholy,” “numbness,” and “collected sorrows,” Smock’s masterfully minimalist poetry leaves the reader intoxicated by a rush of original details and bleakly exquisite imagery.
~Donna Snyder, author of Poemas ante el Catafalco: Grief and Renewal (Chimbarazu Press) and I Am South (Virgogray Press)

 

Infant Cinema can only come from the mind of one writer, Barton Smock. I’ve been following his work for 10 years, and the only thing I’ve come to expect for certain is that I will be transported to a world thick with an atmosphere of vivid imagery, and seemingly juxtaposed and ironic concepts. Infant Cinema is prose that has all those elements, and reads with heightened poetic force.
~Joseph Jengehino, author of Ghost of the Animal (Birds and Bones Press)

 

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

 

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shuteye in the land of the sacred commoner (& other poems)
7.00
114 pages
published June 2016

 

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FOUR
12.00
340 pages
published June 2016

 

~ this is a combined publication of these four collections: earth is part earth and there’s a hole in the sound I made you from / MOON tattoo / infant*cinema / shuteye in the land of the sacred commoner [& other poems] ~

 

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/four/paperback/product-22756947.html

 

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depictions of reentry
9.00
146 pages
published August 2016

 

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/depictions-of-reentry/paperback/product-22811652.html

 

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hick lore rabbit hole
9.00
124 pages
published October 2016

 

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/hick-lore-rabbit-hole/paperback/product-22914385.html

 

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pictures of god don’t sell
12.00
378 pages
published December 2016

(newer poems and poems selected from eating the animal back to life, as well as collections depictions of reentry and hick lore rabbit hole in full)

 

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/pictures-of-god-dont-sell/paperback/product-22977531.html

 

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surprise for me a crow
8.00
104 pages
published January 2017

 

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name calling
9.00
110 pages
published March 2017

 

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paw five
9.00
130 pages
published May 2017

 

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the boy who touched all the eggs
11.00
258 pages
published June 2017

 

-this is a combined publication of three previous works (surprise for me a crow / name calling / paw five) as well as some newer poems

 

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/the-boy-who-touched-all-the-eggs/paperback/product-23224033.html

 

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L A I T Y
8.00
116 pages
published August 2017

 

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everything I touch remembers being my hand
9.00
172 pages
published November 2017

 

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/everything-i-touch-remembers-being-my-hand/paperback/product-23423003.html

 

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author spotlight on lulu:

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all book previews on site are the viewed book in its entirety.  will send free PDFs per request.  also, all titles will be sent free in hard copy to those interested in writing a review.  inquire, request, here:  bartonsmock@yahoo.com or bartsmock@gmail.com

 

donations:  https://www.paypal.me/BartonSmock

May 10, 2018 / barton smock

{is @ coustic}

AT {isacoustic*}

Nicole Melchionda
https://isacoustic.com/2018/05/10/person-nicole-melchionda-four-poems/

Margarita Serafimova
https://isacoustic.com/2018/05/08/person-margarita-serafimova-seven-poems/

Rebecca Ruth Gould
https://isacoustic.com/2018/05/07/person-rebecca-ruth-gould-three-poems/

Rosemarie Dombrowski
https://isacoustic.com/2018/05/07/person-rosemarie-dombrowski-six-poems/

&

reflection on two books by Sophia Naz (Date Palms and Pointillism)
https://isacoustic.com/2018/05/04/date-palms-pointillism-poetry-sophia-naz/

reflection on Marisol Baca’s Tremor
https://isacoustic.com/2018/05/01/tremor-poems-marisol-baca/

reflection on Kristina Marie Darling’s Dark Horse
https://isacoustic.com/2018/04/27/dark-horse-poems-kristina-marie-darling/

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as such:

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*for donations of 5.00 or more, one will receive a privately self-published work of 60 poems by editor Barton Smock called ~mood piece for baby blur~

May 10, 2018 / barton smock

bod

in how many dreams have you appeared

that were not
at first
yours

hey

in movies

when streetlights go out one by one

I don’t feel
interrupted

May 9, 2018 / barton smock

tunnel musics

metaphor to grief: one hand grows faster than the other. blood is just milk that can’t see. the way you hold a gun makes me think of a baby’s ear. I do not want a long life.

May 9, 2018 / barton smock

{.ness}

barton smock's avatarkingsoftrain

/. SELF

*recent work

[musics, other]

mother’s
farsick
palm, father’s

pack
of disappearing
nails-

our goldfish
insomnia

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[lawn musics]

books on arson, grammar, vandalism…

god, multiple owners.

a typewriter
touched by father
at night.

the electric chair my brother imagined
& the hair
my sister…

adam (who’s never known the age of eve

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[blank elegy]

after death
nothing
(oh citizen)
of god

~

[after field]

bagging the bright mouse in the deer faith of my youth

(missed
appropriately
by any
father
said bone
is all the light
blood
gets…

proof / my last / ghost

and secrecy
genetic

~

[I still bring snow]

I think mom’s new dog must have the bones of a kite. I have a lover, now. a he, a beekeeper. a she if she saddens in the nearness. a nothing, a dowry. ghost china. spacesuits for stillborns. under this blanket, a puppet reads to…

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May 9, 2018 / barton smock

removal musics (xii)

if childless, we call it mother.

how long
did you fake
being young?

this part / of her poem / is empty

three men remove my shoes

translates

to yesterbed

self-portrait in milk

May 8, 2018 / barton smock

{.ness}

/. SELF

*recent work

[musics, other]

mother’s
farsick
palm, father’s

pack
of disappearing
nails-

our goldfish
insomnia

~

[lawn musics]

books on arson, grammar, vandalism…

god, multiple owners.

a typewriter
touched by father
at night.

the electric chair my brother imagined
& the hair
my sister…

adam (who’s never known the age of eve

~

[blank elegy]

after death
nothing
(oh citizen)
of god

~

[after field]

bagging the bright mouse in the deer faith of my youth

(missed
appropriately
by any
father
said bone
is all the light
blood
gets…

proof / my last / ghost

and secrecy
genetic

~

[I still bring snow]

I think mom’s new dog must have the bones of a kite. I have a lover, now. a he, a beekeeper. a she if she saddens in the nearness. a nothing, a dowry. ghost china. spacesuits for stillborns. under this blanket, a puppet reads to a doll about light. under that, the shape of what goes blind in a poem. I miss you. plural. I don’t wash my forehead. I still bring snow.

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[how I want you to remember my sister]

in a puppet show
about washing
my son’s
feet, or waving down

the ice cream truck
with her bible, or

as farewell

to nothing’s
church
of neither

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[pseudo]

between the house of the first suicide
and the house of the second
there’s one
with a dog door.

the moms all work at the same ghost jail.

the dads say things like

/ finally a parrot I can hear / & / in hell
nobody steps
on their reading
glasses.

the dream is there we put our mouths on. our hands.
the dream
that was nest.

brothers dressed like jesus
brush their teeth
and sisters
keep a tender
thumb.

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NEWNESS, there

poems by Margarita Serafimova:
https://isacoustic.com/2018/05/08/person-margarita-serafimova-seven-poems/