Glyph Soddy’s Midnight Chronicles E-Book

Dhanka Shein

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Bildung
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

Dhanka Shein's long-awaited follow-up to her debut volume, Atonal Minor, adds to the image of this writer's integrity with its strong sonic qualities and extravagant, but never indulgent, verse architectures in the service of serious intellectual concerns. By turns as machine-gun witted and caustic as one of her dedicatees, Lenny Bruce, then as vulnerable and fluid as the writings of O'Har, Shein also manages the turn from the personal to the civic.

Each of the poems are performances, sometimes metrically baroque and syncopated, sometimes extending from a basal mucosa unit, managing wide variations without straying from a one-or-two word line. Shein runs the poems through enough “attitude” to make even the punctuation marks mercenaries in a march on capital.

Glyph Soddy’s Midnight Chronicles is a digital sullying, putrefying, and deflowering of the white page of Mallarmé, its colors and indentations (though not its text) entirely determined by taming the Herculean vomit of Heteroglossia language to facilitate reading.

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Glyph Soddy’s Midnight Chronicles

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Poeticuntalictus

Glyph Soddy’s Midnight Chronicles

Dhanka Shein

This book is work of fiction. Any reference to historical events, real people, or real locales is used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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Copyright © 2020 by Dhanka Shein

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1

With each passing day

I know less and less.

In short time

I will know nothing at all.

It was Socrates who said

Man's greatest wisdom

Is to realize he knows nothing.

I've got that going for me then

I know nothing and I know it

Isn't that something?

I think I know nothing, but by knowing that

I know something

Just when you think you get it figured out

It comes up and bites you on the ass

2

So growing fatty

Me near

The shortness pack

Listen live

Which contemplates

I’m down

Towards my till

Long coffee everyone

To be my doctor

Death the morning canner

Even she hates

To clock nothing

Alarm is more time

Seems morning lunch

Hold that in it

Good

I the physician

My being recognized

Artwork all my minutes

For your fast taste

If I’ve spit on you

Dehydrated body poison

I just now upped it

Fresh scourge

Mightily depressed

Still the taste

Ain’t in me

Empty hate

But killing me

It’s my scorn

Not dark anymore

Days up waking

Coming in clouds

Eyes so many

My sweet it hanging

Fevered eyes devour

For Marlboro

For sex

For conquest

Enough all morning

Still I hate

He swings his thing

I press my void

My ovoid

My ov in oid

Over asking

Somehow pretend

My apartment 48

The den of desire

Long taste

What do not

Make my heartbeat

Each one

Causes poison

You wake thought

Not brushing calls the breath

The breath that knows me

Woke in the burned you

Just moments gone

Teeth at food

Alone

Hands into my say say

Seeing by poison