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Disintegration and Other Poems
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ISBN13: 9798986690780
Publisher: Atopon Books
Published: Apr 1 2024
Pages: 150
Weight: 0.36
Height: 0.41 Width: 6.50 Depth: 6.50
Language: English
Publisher: Atopon Books
Published: Apr 1 2024
Pages: 150
Weight: 0.36
Height: 0.41 Width: 6.50 Depth: 6.50
Language: English
Jeff Fort's Disintegration is like a mysterious peacock's plumage: from the start you are swimming in strange beauty, as you slowly recognize that it has many eyes. The book has one eye on the experimental traditions of modernist invention, one on the catastrophe of the present, another eye on dreams, another still with a precise eye on language. But finally it has all eyes on something else: 'what matters is pure utopia, ' as it reminds us, against forgetting, against blindness.
-Joshua Clover, author of The Totality for Kids (UC Press) and Red Epic (Commune Editions)
Disintegration is a 'thinking thing, ' a 'thinking kind of thread.' A 'murmur, ' it says of itself, or a buzz or a rattle. I would say it's a song, mostly muffled, with an on-and-off beat, at the tail end of human life on earth. It's 'the call of all that's left.' You can see as well as hear it in letters that come apart, change places, drop out and misspell the words that try even now to gather up the whole business, remember, and return someplace. Home? They ring with a hollow ring that is a ring nonetheless-a strange, unfamiliar sound, for all its obsolescence. The 'call of all that's left' is something unexpected; it is new. -Ann Smock, author of The Play of Light: Jacques Roubaud, Emmanuel Hocquard and Friends (SUNY Press)
Disintegration is a 'thinking thing, ' a 'thinking kind of thread.' A 'murmur, ' it says of itself, or a buzz or a rattle. I would say it's a song, mostly muffled, with an on-and-off beat, at the tail end of human life on earth. It's 'the call of all that's left.' You can see as well as hear it in letters that come apart, change places, drop out and misspell the words that try even now to gather up the whole business, remember, and return someplace. Home? They ring with a hollow ring that is a ring nonetheless-a strange, unfamiliar sound, for all its obsolescence. The 'call of all that's left' is something unexpected; it is new. -Ann Smock, author of The Play of Light: Jacques Roubaud, Emmanuel Hocquard and Friends (SUNY Press)
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