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August 5, 2016 / barton smock

nerve

I think at night my bones are making glue

did my pain
mention me
at all

not to a hymn of madhouse flies

August 5, 2016 / barton smock

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interview:

http://www.gazinggrainpress.com/#!Poet-Barton-Smock-on-Trauma-Feminism-Self-Publishing/cxj4/56063dbf0cf2f0ed7a222fa8

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youtube channel, where bad lighting thinks I am heroin: 

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC6WuSKK8yNnngtdNlb5NfwQ

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author spotlight on lulu:

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

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

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most recent work:

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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.

(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

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/drone-chickenhouse/paperback/product-22390933.html

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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

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/earth-is-part-earth-and-theres-a-hole-in-the-sound-i-made-you-from/paperback/product-22503167.html

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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
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

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/shuteye-in-the-land-of-the-sacred-commoner/paperback/product-22744790.html

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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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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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note: for 8.00, I will handwrite 30-40 selected poems and send them your way.  one can request specific poems to be included.  make request to bartonsmock@yahoo.com (remember to include your mailing address)

payment can be made via paypal (to bartsmock@gmail.com) or by postal mail, here:

Barton Smock
5155 Hatfield Drive
Columbus, OH 43232

August 5, 2016 / barton smock

having a disabled child

means:

I don’t have hands and my eyes are trying to kiss.

yester.

a drone’s
love
for a landmine.

August 5, 2016 / barton smock

{xo}

[depictions of reentry], poems, barton smock, 146 pages, Aug 2016

book preview on site is book entire

free PDF: send request to bartonsmock@yahoo.com

free hard copy to those interested in reviewing: send request to bartonsmock@yahoo.com

available here:
http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/depictions-of-reentry/paperback/product-22812020.html

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poems, from:

~depictions of reentry (xi)

and in dreaming
of what to use
for its body
and its blood

the devil
began

to starve / when it snowed
it snowed

on a tooth / this was in

the same
Ohio

where brothers
ruin
now

with hiccups

games
of hide-and-seek

/ anyway, sister said the crow had it coming

and I made this face we called

god
as a boy
tasting
a star…

~depictions of reentry (xii)

mom needs a jar of jelly to call the priest. try as he might, my brother can’t seem to get his tongue stuck to the oven door. my hands are here to hide the fact I’m wearing gloves. dad snaps three pictures before passing out. the voodoo dolls of my invisible babies have passed each other underground. I am thinking of things you can do.

~depictions of reentry (xiii)

a suicide
from my past,

a surprise
party
for death…

/ if I lose my voice long enough
will they let me
wear
the mask

~depictions of reentry (xiv)

the newborn
yawns, reveals

god
to be
a biter

I don’t
in my sleep
do anything

let alone
impressions

it’s hell on an image

the mirror’s
alibi

August 5, 2016 / barton smock

nestings

the stone’s wait-listed heart

a god with something to prove

the common telescope of a haunted cyclops

a round of leap frog
played in poverty’s
backyard

homicide

grasshopper

August 4, 2016 / barton smock

pathic

the angel
made to sing
the alphabet

the hummingbird’s
wolf-pack

August 4, 2016 / barton smock

standstill

the map my birth destroyed
for trying
to mother
place

the swallowing sound my father starved beside

coming he said from a stone

mourner at the tomb of insect

August 3, 2016 / barton smock

slowing

the demon shits a child in the dream of yours where it first appeared

the mother gets less and less attention for being born

the baby uncrosses its eyes

at a lone urinal, I lose hours to the handstand
the occupiers
of my city
worship

proof a mosquito in the gravedigger’s ear

August 3, 2016 / barton smock

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/ my newest self-published collection of poems, [depictions of reentry], is available here:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/depictions-of-reentry/paperback/product-22812020.html

*will send for free a hard copy to anyone interested in writing a review – make request to bartonsmock@yahoo.com

**book preview on site is book entire

some poems from it:

[liftoff]

the scarecrow loving puppet put a pop gun to the head of the soundman’s lamb.

my last meal
was my mother’s
voice.

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[attic radio]

the fattest baby in the nursing home can’t chew with its eyes open.

it’s a slow day.

looking into the future
a skeleton’s
dog
sees only
sticks.

lightning
marks
the robot’s
church.

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[meditations on depth]

the mouth
of the thing
that eats
in fog
a doll’s
head

the holy spirit
high
on the bricklayer’s
toothache

a cat person
at death’s
door

poverty

a belonging
moved
by many
mirrors

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[seeing]

bored as a slaughterhouse

crow / angel

on a skateboard

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[depictions of reentry (xxi)]

the barn
bat
with the eyes
of a diver’s
shadow…

the dads were all digging
the nudes
were thinking
small

every chair
an electric
chair

in daylight, that motherless grief

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/ my first non self-published chapbook, [infant*cinema], is available from Dink Press, here:

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

*I currently have three signed copies available for free- make request to bartonsmock@yahoo.com

excerpt, here:

my child. my diver who wets the bed. my worrier who rescues domestic scenes for animals accused of gaslighting. my swimmer. bather of grasshoppers. my lovely bird alone in an airplane.

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two things to do on an empty stomach are:

hold a séance.

follow the spider’s trail of abandoned birthmarks.

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in the video, the young woman is being force-fed cake by a man with a ruined tongue. my mother can’t eat and watch at the same time. your mother is holding me and wondering what happened to this thing. our fathers are veering into the realm of film criticism. where you are depends wholly on my sister’s makeup. god’s parents have no concept of time.

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/ also, ending tomorrow, is the goodreads giveaway for my self-published thing, [FOUR], which includes four recent titles of mine in full along with some newer poems.

giveaway is here:

https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/192359-four

book is here:

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

*book preview on site is book entire

some poems from it:

[the many]

as an uncle
can enter
any garage
and sense
the absence
of a nailgun
so
can a holy man
prepare
a meal
in the missing
church

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[purlieu]

a bruise, a school

of fish. a caterpillar

crossing

the floor
of hell. a thought

sick
to a son’s
stomach, a winter

glove
in spider’s
nightmare.

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[mouthings]

a brother
dodges
suicide
with a piece
of paper
that doesn’t
work. a mother’s
blood

goes white
at the ink
of amnesia.

bus stop, breastmilk
there was

no me.

at what would god
not
be caught
dead? speaking

is how we talk
to the words
we say.

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[stratum]

two brothers come to blows over which sister likes fast food more. a man we want to love is shadowboxing a snowdrift from the parable of touch. blood is a food group. I pray to my hair. call my footwork by name. take my time

with amnesia.

baby facts include being born again in the museum you were carried to.

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/ sometimes, in person:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC6WuSKK8yNnngtdNlb5NfwQ

August 2, 2016 / barton smock

{publication, self ~depictions of reentry~ Aug 2016}

new collection, [depictions of reentry]

146 pages

book preview on site is book entire

/ I am not close to any named animal. I flicker

in two
lost

minds.

available here:

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