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March 6, 2017 / barton smock

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NOTE:

I have a privately self-published chapbook {BASILISK} that I am making available for free from now through the end of March by request only. if interested, one can provide me with a physical mailing address via message here or to bartonsmock@yahoo.com

as my brothers tie me to the world, the mailing of the chapbook will also include a short work by one NC Smock, one of said brothers. it is here:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/noah-smock/what-i-tried-to-tell-you-when-you-started-to-dress-like-me/paperback/product-22998355.html

OR, I have in hand 10 copies of the same chapbook, signed, as well as 4 copies of my Dink Press chapbook [infant*cinema], signed, that can also be requested in the above manner.

infant*cinema:

http://dinkpress.bigcartel.com/product/infant-cinema-by-barton-smock

review for infant*cinema:

https://foragepoetry.com/2016/12/02/review-of-infantcinema-by-barton-smock-emma-hall/

March 6, 2017 / barton smock

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20% off all Lulu print books with coupon code of ENGLISH20

mine are here:

http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/acolyteroad

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very old, very edit, very sorry:

[orgasm]

father offers, no, we are bodies trapped in people.

he was known to be monstrous when inside a vandalized church.

yesterday, she was identified by her dentist.
she was recalled as a hunger pain.

man is a rumor
started by god.

~

[you are here]

i.

it’s old. this
what have I done, this
dark ship. the crates
steadfast
in their charge
of silence, the ice
bored
and breaking.
we move
in our cabin
bed

shift
our bellies
to stay
the compass
of hurt.

ii.

I say I’m sorry
in three stories
I envision
as three orphans
of wiser
men.

iii.

our new baby
we honor
like a bruise, a slack

blue
puppet
hangs itself

impossibly…

~

[wherewithal]

it is just a scarecrow.
I drive to it in a minivan
and face it
and fall asleep.

in the dream I am trying to vomit.
awake I am still trying.
a man is knocking my window
with a woman’s heel.

touching the earth is madness.

~

[a.]

the name must be shorter than a pastoral. the baby must outlive your father’s car. asking for the possibility of good sex must not be compared to anything. the person father is underneath must be from your past, your mother. the casket must be a rumor, and open. rumor must be definitive, like eclipse, like eye patch. the door must be placed on the back of a military mom and a photograph is preferred. the doorway must become addicted to selfies. dear boy, humiliate the right dog. tether dog. eat so much my girlfriend says dear boy, dear sea, stomach. you can’t hate poetry and the world. Bob is secretly a soccer mom rubbing a lamp in public and is also sometimes Jesus trying to step on a scale.

~

[the stripper]

beauty is the beginning of beauty. a man and a woman wait together for a stripper. you know the man like an intimate thought. like a toddler covered head-to-toe in blue body paint stepping in front of a blue door. the woman is an unfinished stranger whose son comes home to be with war and whose husband rests until laziness subsides. the man is aware he’s the devil and this makes him god. the woman is unaware she’s the devil and this makes it easy. the stripper is watching a horror film and it makes her want to have a child. she decorates her home then tries to remember moving a muscle. the blood you don’t see is fake.

~

[loss of the family dog]

be alone. enter snowfall as a heavy breather in a white dress window shopping for a red.

know

that in between heaven and hell, there is war. hell thinks it a nightmare, heaven thinks it hell. hell sleeps more than your sister in love. heaven counts warriors and can’t put an angel on why the numbers keep changing.

as increased chatter is good for morale, call your mother and say you are her appetite.

scoop the brains of your buddies into a helmet.

March 5, 2017 / barton smock

They Were Bears, by Sarah Marcus (Sundress Publications 2017) *review by Barton Smock

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THEY WERE BEARS, by Sarah Marcus (Sundress Publications, 2017)

review by Barton Smock

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Absence is not a magic trick. In this book, there are enterings and leavings and a loneliness that says I am home because I am here. In one wilderness, Cleveland is one big hospital (from No Children), in another, The boar closes the distance (from Damage Ready)

This book will do nothing to curb your addiction to trajectory. As for continuance, I wasn’t sure I could go on after reading the last line of the first poem. Marcus maps her land early.

You will question your body throughout. Body are you wanderer or are you deserter. Are you mouth or are you feast. Body have you devoured my eyesight. Every last bit?

Vastness is local. Ruin, a tourist. Pain a forward thinking journalist still covering the moon as made for man.

Bears are…

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March 5, 2017 / barton smock

entries for loss

can we stop this talk of the baby cut in half and ask why this town has two graveyards. show me a dog showing an angel where to dig. the brothers have all gone underwater to raise money for hand signals and the sisters have taken from a tale of snowfall an orgasm to amnesia’s headstone. the parts of the movie you look at

vanish. it’s my fault there’s a god.

March 4, 2017 / barton smock

entries for music

while I kept
scarecrow’s honor
my elbows
off the table
and ate
to practice
swallowing
mom she put a litterbox
on a piano bench
telling dad
dreams
are the paws
of god

March 3, 2017 / barton smock

entries for intimacy

things I said when I stepped on a nail
things like
a spelling bee
is underway
in hell
and how deep
it goes
the thumb’s
suicide

March 3, 2017 / barton smock

entries for Ohio

I am to my blood
what ant farm
to ant

the mother worries about them sleeping at the same time
the twins

the dark has an ugly brother

revenge
a rare
photo

this babysitter I know
driven
to suicide
took things
from a movie
set

god says
bring her in
the fast
reader

for observation

March 3, 2017 / barton smock

reflections on Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib’s {The Crown Ain’t Worth Much} ~ Button Poetry/Exploding Pinecone Press 2016

{The Crown Ain’t Worth Much}
Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib
Button Poetry/Exploding Pinecone Press 2016

~reflections on, by Barton Smock~

Willis-Abdurraqib is a writer writing letters to a timeline of his unchanged address. In this, excavation happens on the clock and burial, off.

You need a body to keep you naked, get this book. It, will ghost.

book is here:

The Crown Ain’t Worth Much

what brought me to it, is here:

March 2, 2017 / barton smock

{beatings}

I have a privately self-published chapbook {BASILISK} that I am making available for free from now through the end of March by request only. if interested, one can provide me with a physical mailing address via message here or to bartonsmock@yahoo.com

as my brothers tie me to the world, the mailing of the chapbook will also include a short work by one NC Smock, one of said brothers. it is here:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/noah-smock/what-i-tried-to-tell-you-when-you-started-to-dress-like-me/paperback/product-22998355.html

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also, I recently reviewed They Were Bears (Sundress Publications, 2017) by Sarah Marcus, here:
https://kingsoftrain.wordpress.com/2017/03/01/they-were-bears-by-sarah-marcus-sundress-publications-2017-review-by-barton-smock/

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and, today:

25% off all Lulu print books today with coupon code of BIGMAR25

my most recent self-published work is here:

surprise for me a crow
8.00
104 pages
published January 2017

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/surprise-for-me-a-crow/paperback/product-23034353.html

* 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

March 2, 2017 / barton smock

entries for belief

ain’t a thing can be crucified that has clothes

when people think
you lonely
you can slip
twice
from your mother

you can chew with your hands in your pockets