a bird watches my brother eat a parrot
my new diet requires me to have
the same
dream
language is a broom
between the legs of a showered orphan
is a sponge
from the story of her stomach’s exile
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most recent work:
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eating the animal back to life
10.00
315 pages
published July 2015
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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.
(from: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2015/11/pm-reading-list-november-2015/)
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Drone
& Chickenhouse
6.00
84 pages
published October 2015
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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
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…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
6.00 (first non self-published work)
http://dinkpress.bigcartel.com/product/infant-cinema-by-barton-smock
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)
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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] ~
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depictions of reentry
9.00
146 pages
published August 2016
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other praise:
Barton D. Smock’s poetry speaks with a complex and implicated simplicity, it speaks a world somewhat surreal and intellectual, but nevertheless imbued with all the complexity of these strange rages of human emotionalism that strike us at inconvenient or strange times…
~ David McLean
The work of Barton Smock, a prolific mid-western poet, modifies the meaning of Christian Wiman’s idea in that it seeks unceasingly for the spaces between those ‘annihilative silence[s]’ that would pursue us, and for the watchful reader opens some door into human experience in a way that is at once intensely personal and detached. Through the manipulation of both common and cerebral language Smock’s poems maintain a dance between the familiar and the unspeakable. They act as a shout to the silences that curl up in experience- offering some view from the inside of that experience, but never in an expected way.
…The themes of family, abuse, poverty, and alienation figure heavily in the book, but to call this confessional poetry seems a bit out of keeping with what is traditionally considered confessional. He speaks of mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers while also utilizing the first person, but the reader can never be exactly sure who these characters are. They are changeable, and often engaging in nearly surreal activity that might confuse more than enlighten. The key seems to be finding some language to quantify suffering, or some way of qualifying experience out of context – which at moments brings it ever more sharply into sight…
…Smock has found a way to speak for those who don’t perhaps know that they have something important to say; to share. The marginalized child, the grieving mother, the ailing child or sibling- they will all find a voice here, and though it might not be the way they would voice the affliction that rests within them, they are sure to recognize their faces. Whether this is a burden or a blessing remains a judgment to be formed by the individual reader, but I find the poetry…to be full of the intensity of experience in a way that I can’t help but identify and empathize. Something preserved so as not to be forgotten, and perhaps repeated.
~Emma Hall
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brother Abel
the original
dogsitter.
metal plate
the mirror’s
pearl.
the treehouse and the crucifixion.
sister.
sister she’d overeat
and draw
all night
the adventures
of the subway
driving
egg.
seeing the cardboard box for which her blood became popcorn
his animals hiccup somewhere within the contagious yawns of god. his tumor is the crow of the ocean. the foot they hope to find me with is not yet purple. I shred a tiny pillow but your baby ain’t blind.
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poems from MOON tattoo:
[scale]
you can have it
the inside
of my mouth
a mirror’s
hell
–
it’s a toothbrush
lamb-dust
not
a moth killer
–
saint of consensus
god
a toy
that doesn’t
share, mosquito
–
the dream’s
church bell
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[distant]
the child you won’t have because the child hates surprises. the story, your mother’s, of the pillow that struggled like an owl. the werewolf, humble, and afraid of clowns. the ramblings of a newborn. the twin boys of Cain.
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[domain] for Katherine Osborne
falsehoods
I was sure
to say
to a horse, things like
god is sending
his middle
child
to collect
a drop
of my daughter’s
blood, or
it’s a sin
to be
1989, things I felt
I owed
the horse, that were
horse-like
in their stillness, that went
nowhere
when nowhere
was
come fly
or flat
earth
the dark’s
bitch
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[capsuling]
mark my words, wrist
–
with god
as my impression
mark
insomnia
–
the mood was very bloody, the mother invented
sex
to scare
the kids, the mother
drank
cologne
–
I keep having the same baby
it comes
with a dream
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[pristine]
I saw today a moth so large it could probably replace what it was your dad hit with his car. the size of things lately has me putting babies on the shoulders of those behind this groundhog-eating craze. I’ve moved back in with mother. I’m waiting for her to know. high note: they’re okay, my tormentors, they’re not surprised I’m ugly. my brother still believes his tongue is proof he was once made to swallow an extension cord. because of what happened, I’ll never be different.
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reading: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QA5VYqmD79w
Fire Sign, by Katherine Osborne: http://www.electriccereal.com/bookstore/fire-sign-by-katherine-osborne/
sex, make your face.
my father returned a clock
hair
fell from
a birthmark…
deaf as a housefire
my brother was raped
in two
tents, he pulled our mom
from a clown car
a tornado
died
in hell
noises the poor can’t make
and mugshots
my lord
a beetle in a sack of eyelashes
a dishwasher’s ice-cube
a costume party
for those
no longer
pregnant
a birdfeeder
weighed
by a church, a fingerprint
carried nowhere
by milk
from infant*cinema:
god save mantra. the baby. the unicorn tantrum. god save the ventriloquist. the museum of shrinking things. the things themselves. the angel working the knots from an extension cord. the exodus followed by the exodus of my father’s turtles. god save the condom. the flag of the scrotum. the handcuffed mother of sleepwalking illegals.
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