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May 3, 2021 / barton smock

city,


city 42

Dogs, I'd say

For their panicked 
longing and cricket 
faith

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city 43

In which my left hand 
known
for my left

Hand

Cannot kill a spider 
in a haunted barn that another barn builds

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city 44

Keeping the baby despite its perfection
May 2, 2021 / barton smock

Thimble Lit Mag / Skin To Skin In An Unmarked Life

Thimble Lit Mag is a cool place for anyone to be, and you should definitely be present and become a patron of theirs. Also, they are having a drawing this month for my chapbook Skin To Skin In An Unmarked Life. 

Read about it here



April 30, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 39

My copy of god's longing
When

was it sent

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city 40

The dream on its deathbed
sees a film
on emptiness

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city 41

Animals pretend to live here

But don't
eat much

April 28, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 36

A running shower that prays impossibly on the body of our lowest sibling for the return of a bomb-maker's homesick drone

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city 37

An angel burned for soundproofing crows

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city 38

On tv a lunchbox designed by my ghost sells so well that a mom

April 28, 2021 / barton smock

(further on former films

We Don’t Belong Here is anchored by a trenchant performance by Catherine Keener, and is also wonderfully adrift in the presence of its lead, Kaitlyn Dever.  Anton Yelchin and Riley Keough are also excellent, both sweet and dark, and Yelchin’s lines about death can’t help but feel far from home, but close to homecoming.  It doesn’t quite get where it’s going or know where it’s returning to, but is careful with its oddities of faith.  

Frank and Lola asks its two leads, Michael Shannon and Imogen Poots, to do too little with too much…but both are intense and Poots actually steals more than Shannon.  The whole endeavor is at first sad and a little mean, and then less sad and more mean.  There is a scene where the two leads part, and it is a killer.  The film has a great look; an emptiness trying to drain itself. 

The Levelling is all facial tic and repression, and registers wholly.  It starts in the middle of things being gutted, gives its hollowness space, and lets its finale fill with the missing.  Ellie Kendrick is the real thing, is oracle, and David Troughton tricks silence into doing the work of response.  It’s a great film.

April 26, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 33 

Bagging the bright mouse in the deer faith of my youth

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city 34

Tooth decay carried by god over the capital of After

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city 35

All secrecy genetic

Proof 
is our last
ghost

April 23, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 32

sleep cries itself to death
I wrote

a poem
similar
to the poem 
below
You love

another

April 21, 2021 / barton smock

soft-focus slaughterhouse – poems – Dylan Krieger

soft-focus slaughterhouse
poems, Dylan Krieger
11:11 Press, 2021

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With a punk patience for the previously prophetic, poet Dylan Krieger, in soft-focus slaughterhouse, predicts with the grey comedy of deep presence what pain is losing to our collectively photographic memory of being invasively untouched. This is a verse the closes distance with the body actual, a verse that does not suffer suffering, a verse somewhat for the uncrucified astronaut indebted to imagery but really and wholly for those who can remain nostalgic for prognosis while knowing how sick it is to leave one’s affliction to another. This is a poetry of essential saying, of wordplay and wordwork, and language needs to catch up.

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reflection by Barton Smock

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book is here

April 20, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 31

Click
while naked
On this

link

That later
the forgetting
is small

April 20, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 30

God didn't think we'd create sleep