Thursday, November 6, 2008

GREEN INTEGER REVIEW, NOS. 11-16 (Bruce Andrews)

Bruce Andrews / Photo by Larry Bremner

Bruce Andrews

Dang Me


Memories don’t even need language to be false. Luna park astro density — a deflatulent neighborly cranial busride, an abridged jitney, a swerve shocks skeezier sublunar underkill dose wobble gato muttonskin chrysalis monks on acid: vocational turtle-like dissonance. True-to-life means: let somebody else deal with it. Windowless cubicle silencing the spoiled & soft — pompano, glamour fish? — dizzier medfly tutus for trogs, penny diapers, sunset divas, intimate afterburners — fractal but late. Hypnosis victims impersonating our police — archeo- eerie calm lagniappe podunk saltlick mambo daikon gee-gaw slod — who loves the crude puffed-up ephemera.
Prehabiliation. Stereopticon valuepak, merrier & merrier demerits. Eventually it stains little boyblue with smack-sights, a real bowwow browser semi-human rocks on victorian lava flow atop the steak, diving for gravy. Partygoers at trough axis lava plug itinerary mudpies’ acumen fragrance despondent per flower bot — replace little smudge with big smudge. The dismantling species, a groove makes it stick an endless flow of kid stuff; zero oomph, zero charisma, swallow it. A variorum skyscape missing telemetry, gooier & stuck on decalomanic hornet, dervish belief in ceilings.
POV shit syringe immaculata, genetic halftrack matter doubles back oldies’ shiner run-off; whirligig axis tussle ogling purses naughty rubdown puckering the solstice — exo-perp iconage, a hydraheaded vishnu of unfocus teledeportation losing my semblance gazebo, you silly goose. Exhale astrophysically, overfund a secondary eruption. What’s fucking of its opaque dazzle me on & off again, impetuous as whiplash divinity with a driver’s license.

Dang Me

The only formal values are gothic spy rape imp text apology. EDITRIAGE — can we retard some lettering, adjectivally yak dung sling mike flapping your squishy pre-paradigm wings to be blownup the dashes. Ipso vario touché tips televisory supra- as ever — dizzy meditative bitterness, a little scarier, post-sub stead fast transactional spewing the bother whose doubts you’re pushing so better things are misunderstood. Incommensurate common sense mergered prehab scab entitlement — no, honey, narrative — verbs stack up, shimmy oblong bounce on stats that holler duelling thanatoids’ pocketbook. Microscuzzy, an impromptu crispier victory the literate sell upwind to render fat a workable skillset bobbing for affables. Checkpoint pindrop sense eases off suggestive beehive lessons to thug what webs would completely brazenly dubious not quite so & so in trouble completely... logic, that stoolie alert con rehab. Chilly me, acetylene [torch] that thought. Fetishize the splay proof goggles.
Unorthodox silly jelly boggle swathe a million toxic outtakes whose kicking around got the paradox jitters. Muzzle the re-unthought murky creativity think about diffidence quote like flapjack differently: the rational really got hammered. Just to bend it far back enough, infidels’ perforation gone mad scours the kiss-off a little more kick pops up — compulsive secrets all bunched up smuggling the catfight. Plutopraxis another follow-spot on your shadow buddy remy pap smear on classroom overhead projector. The church of not looking out nothing, that constructed fuck; here we go again — an airless abstractness qualm assay grizzly transience shook me bagging your mental groceries. Vampire plays breath organ waltz into lack of meaning, rack-mounted subliminal messages ascend to pre-op, the contempo prevaricaters boffing the dictionate entitlement with a thank you note. Lemon-squeezing daddy, syllables get up & jitterbug. How much are the unsubliminal message units... are they cheaper?


Copyright ©2008 by Bruce Andrews
As well as a number of essays, Andrews has published about forty books of poetry, either on his own or in collaboration with other writers. These include I Don't Have Any Paper So Shut Up (Or, Social Romanticism) (1992) and Ex Why Zee: Performance Texts, Collaborations with Sally Silvers, Word Maps, Bricolage & Improvisation (1995). Designated Heartbeat (Salt Publishing) and Swoon Noir (Chax Press, 2007) brings Andrews well into the 21st century. Also of note, recent projects (and e-reprints of earlier publications) are also appearing on-line.

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