Olchar E. Lindsann is a co-founder of the Post-NeoAbsurdist network, has published around forty books of poetry, critical theory, and avant-garde history, and has performed sound poetry across the US and UK. He is the editor of mOnocle-Lash Anti-Press and the journals in-Appropriated Press and Rêvenance: Hauntings from Underground Histories. He lives in Roanoke, Virginia where he teaches at a progressive alternative high school and co-organizes the AfterMAF Festival, and maintains several archive dedicated to various aspects of the contemporary and historical avant-garde.
***
1. Lug s
~~-~~-~~-~~-~~-~~-~~
“ravelled across a brutally magnetic blade of
gra”
-Elena
Shvarts, Elegy on the 5th Cardinal Point of the Earth
“or for the dead to meet the dead, or for”
-Joyelle
McSweeney, What is the Necropastoral?
~~-~~-~~-~~-~~-~~-~~
a slug or a
kidney
is seeping
eht lino
leum smear on a slipped in
stepped wh
ere yr spittle
rages
morphology of maggoty
reliance ventpump where the starshine twinks
le cheerful
chort
le lugu,
brious as the melt of fat
hello
sunsalted skelet, crawling,
how it
span with secret
dust
on sunken parch
papillae
on sockets quickened
sand
o ne wither pas nor
skinrust pus
wrack avec the sugary cadavers
nor quiver sagely ,nor
seep venom,
venerant
***
2. Neighb'ours
~~-~~-~~-~~-~~-~~-~~-~~-~~-~~
"een-glass lamps, which hung down from
dried human intestines. That done, he la"
-Princess
Sappho, The Tutu (1891)
~~-~~-~~-~~-~~-~~-~~-~~-~~-~~
in
the cavern skull-carven
,a
sofa of lung; in
the
orifice office a
urinal
,pelvic; packed
into
the kitchen spleens
sag
on the armchair;
sprawl-crashed
on the pubic
-wove
carpet end tables;
through
window-maw crack-
tooth-glassed
grins rib-stacked
bookshelves ;
swung
kneejointed
door jamb
blocclotted
with arm-
oir;
crammed sophagus e
-blocking
bum-puckered
the
chimney with foot
-stool;
spleen-plastered
the
ceiling skin-flaked
dandruff-matted
the stove
(where
the butter sags;
)in
the sun-room
where
the tonsils dry in
the
sun where tinkled phalanges
tap
in the sun is
where
we keep
the
sugar: help your
self.
***
3.
Pulls e
~~-~~-~~-~~-~~-~~-~~
“ak,
blooden my lungbone white, m”
-John Crouse (1994)
“uel
teeth like scraps of burning skin.”
Jean Ray (1943)
~~-~~-~~-~~-~~-~~-~~
slidened ribs
like strips enamel craping
incised snip populations hemmorh
clot-grip lentilled ,age
where I wrench o
follicles the hasp of innard
hôpital en
lacerattitudinal when gulp
in seawaved
ganglia eht rooting shred
nor seep cutaneous
in bedlam writhing clenchright cell
the whiskers nerve enclosed
panopticon of sinews wheezed
et ere the spineshaft in the
mangles
reaps within the vat
your fat my
gristle matte his tibia
her stern um, cralckish, blenders
nor the tents of for the factor
eyes blasker, jaundiced, grestled
coughing as a drowned:
beating bonedry gainst the
ribslashd
cage
***
4. Liecster
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
beatitude
grater
-Lanny Quarles
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
eoeeoegreeater
liciensciencyeoeeoe
eoeest ,cl n rngg , prieceops
blister
eoeeoeceo”sz
ience,,,,,öò,oeoo
ooóöööò,oeooeoeeoeoeeo'oeo,oeocoeceo”oec..,
hs,
vchrrchrch r,lghtnme,ant ,eater' eceöööò,oeo
titueoóö
ttt,c,t ssss g'needle,ererater oee
ieu
ssffrtc, ieu ssffrtc, ieu ssffrtc,
ieu
ssffrtc, ieu ssffrtc, ieu ssffrtc,
ieu
ssffrtc, ieu ssffrtc, ieu ssffrtc,
ieu
ssffrtc, ieu ssffrtc, ieu öò,oeoo,
ieu
ööò,oeo, ieu ssffrtc, ieu ssffrtc,
ieu
ssffrtc, ieu eoeoe, ieu ssffrtc,
ieu
liciensc, ieu ssffrtc, ieu ,oeoco,
ieu
htnme, ieu ssffrtc, ieu ssffrtc,
ieu
ssffrtc, ieu eooeo, ieu ssffrtc,
ieu
ssffrtc, ieu ssffrtc, ieu oeceo”o,
ieu
ssffrtc, ieu ssffrtc, ieu ssffrtc,
svvscvcscvcvvoeceo”ocvscoeoeeooeoeeo
oeoeeooeoeeoieu
ssffrtc, eooeeooe
tragn ,e
-Composed to Jaan
Patterson, Music for Shadows
***
5. Assassin
~~~~~~~
I shiver with elation
-Philothée
O'Neddy, Fanaticism
~~~~~~~
breathing
was
it
captured in the rimtide's crashing
batter
the nemesis of gorging slacks preparing
for their plaster treason
simple
dread
tongues
and maudlin sinks the centipede
its
skintight––fleshring
in dual procession
dreams
of gnashing rainbows puff to the pommel
nectar bat-fur last contraption made to
wring the necks of hangnail-resolutions
re-read
or
birds
flashed down from the sky comme cotton
dandelions
who loves them loves them
not they fly
apart
they do not even scream
