It was the year of the shoplifter the shape-shifter, the un-chaperoned shipwrecked when nothing and nobody belonged to anybody because everything was re-sculpted and bifurcated like a Jewish soul.
It was the year of burglaries and break-ins and stolen glances, drive-by sleuthing and the secret secreted itself into veiled readability. And nothing was on lock down as Loc. Cit. loco citato forever repeating itself in infinite reproducibility. Deduce was wild.
It was the year of living dangerously living on the edge when the dissenter did not hold. And entry was all-access in a synnexes of excess axes of non-censored sensoria and all was defiled, re-filed and fluid to be slopped up like a spongy mélange, étrange, so Ponge; where all was re-roped and groping at what’s proper (propre) improper impropriotous, riotous like an aporetic Propp opera.
An eerie year of the gift given with no giver, there for the takin’, the taken, a token, a present which kept representing itself stealing into all conversation, all out on parole, with far flung tongues swung hungry stretched along agon, longing to belong, belonged without belonging, belonging only to a long lost langue.
--Adeena Karasick
Adeena Karasick is a New York based poet, media artist and the author of seven books of poetry and poetics, most recently This Poem (Talonbooks, 2012) and The Medium is the Muse: Channeling Marshall McLuhan (NeoPoiesis Press, 2014). She teaches Poetry, Critical Theory and Performance at the Pratt Institute and is co-founding Director of KlezKanada Poetry Festival and Retreat. http://talonbooks.com/authors/adeena-karasick
It was the year of burglaries and break-ins and stolen glances, drive-by sleuthing and the secret secreted itself into veiled readability. And nothing was on lock down as Loc. Cit. loco citato forever repeating itself in infinite reproducibility. Deduce was wild.
It was the year of living dangerously living on the edge when the dissenter did not hold. And entry was all-access in a synnexes of excess axes of non-censored sensoria and all was defiled, re-filed and fluid to be slopped up like a spongy mélange, étrange, so Ponge; where all was re-roped and groping at what’s proper (propre) improper impropriotous, riotous like an aporetic Propp opera.
An eerie year of the gift given with no giver, there for the takin’, the taken, a token, a present which kept representing itself stealing into all conversation, all out on parole, with far flung tongues swung hungry stretched along agon, longing to belong, belonged without belonging, belonging only to a long lost langue.
--Adeena Karasick
Adeena Karasick is a New York based poet, media artist and the author of seven books of poetry and poetics, most recently This Poem (Talonbooks, 2012) and The Medium is the Muse: Channeling Marshall McLuhan (NeoPoiesis Press, 2014). She teaches Poetry, Critical Theory and Performance at the Pratt Institute and is co-founding Director of KlezKanada Poetry Festival and Retreat. http://talonbooks.com/authors/adeena-karasick