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April 30, 2016 / barton smock

the exact

father became the man his possession foreshadowed. mom had a purse full of spoons. brother bathed any form quiet enough to make the kitchen sink. I began to believe. I began to hear in the rock

the thorn
it spoke for. over the nest of a bird,

the nothing to eat.

April 29, 2016 / barton smock

{takes}

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all my self-published books are here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/acolyteroad

most recently:

[earth is part earth and there’s a hole in the sound I made you from], 98 pages, published December 2015

for purchase: http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/earth-is-part-earth-and-theres-a-hole-in-the-sound-i-made-you-from/paperback/product-22503167.html

for hearing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s3LQBepO1rw

~

[MOON tattoo], 114 pages, published March 2016

for purchase: http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/moon-tattoo/paperback/product-22621263.html

for hearing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QA5VYqmD79w

~

some poems from my collections:

[aliform]

it is not my job
anymore
to keep
the television
quiet, give

bunny ears
to someone
bleeding

take your time, snake, this egg
will return
your belly

~

[malaise]

how far we are
from soup
when mother
burns her tongue
trying
to convince
god
they had

the mime and the mute
the same
childhood.

we love her so much
we use our brains
as often
as baby
spoons.

first base is a landmine.

there’s nothing to say
we weren’t
here.

~

[hound]

take
to the sinking
city
of god’s
jack-in-the-box
a stick

from the wand’s
dream

~

[iota]

if the poor could keep to themselves, they’d have superheroes. hey man, hey beast, them aliens already know what it means to be human. abduction is the fingerprint of loneliness.

what I teach my blood is grow up. I put everything I had into ruin. watch as my mother becomes your mother trying to be two people god can use to carry tug-of-war from a fossil.

my dream house is language. you say it to my face how there are beheadings that have made a wish. before my son was a giant, he’d somersault. cigarette in mouth he would.

~

[Ohio]

if the unwrapping
of your mother’s
head wound
coincides
with
a tornado
sighting
chances are
you’ve heard
a crop duster
burn
in the dream
of a weary
crow

~

[doctrine]

dropped on its head for saying footprint, the baby begins its work of collecting only those sounds it can scare. its father mothers otherness as one who watches a film to make the world worse. its brother hunchback and sister backstroke are viewed as two stomachs waiting for hunger to dry. because my mouth is empty, I talk all the time.

~

[bring me]

the boy possesses the silence of god.

bring me
the scarecrow’s
parrot.

April 28, 2016 / barton smock

depressant

I have a better word
we can use
to abbreviate
your dying
language

seeing mountain
then moth
gave god
a mouth

April 28, 2016 / barton smock

{books, be}

[eating the animal back to life], 315 pages, published July 2015

for purchase: http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/eating-the-animal-back-to-life/paperback/product-22277755.html

for hearing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5eL2HQQr2c

of which Kazim Ali says:

Speaking of being captivated, when I was in Cleveland’s most exciting new independent bookstore, Guide to Kulchur, I picked up on a whim a few small volumes that appeared to have been published by the author using Lulu. I was so entranced by the seemingly simple but endlessly complex, prickly lyrics that I wrote to the author, Barton Smock, through his blog, kingsoftrain.wordpress.com. He’s been sending me books now and then and his latest, Eating the Animal Back to Life, is just knocking me out. These poems are desperate, tender, wry, alarmed, god-obsessed, and musically driven. Smock is not published by others, he does it all himself and so the only place you can get his books is [here]. All the advanced degrees and publishing credentials in the world can’t get you the unspeakable duende that Smock somehow taps into, poem after poem.

(from: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2015/11/pm-reading-list-november-2015/)

~

[Drone & Chickenhouse], 84 pages, published October 2015

for purchase: http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/drone-chickenhouse/paperback/product-22390933.html

for hearing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPk-g6KKio8

~

[earth is part earth and there’s a hole in the sound I made you from], 98 pages, published December 2015

for purchase: http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/earth-is-part-earth-and-theres-a-hole-in-the-sound-i-made-you-from/paperback/product-22503167.html

for hearing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s3LQBepO1rw

~

[MOON tattoo], 114 pages, published March 2016

for purchase: http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/moon-tattoo/paperback/product-22621263.html

for hearing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QA5VYqmD79w
~

[infant*cinema], published by Dink Press April 2016, dinkpress.com

reviews:

Barton Smock’s newest book is filled with enigmatic poetry honed to the barest minimum of language, without a scintilla of excess. In one poem and elsewhere, Smock states that he “does not want to be seen as a person,” and the scant information he has shared in various publications and the rare interview certainly reveals little but that he is a father, husband, likes movies, and writes daily. Yet in infant * cinema, poems that first appear as fragmentary and surreal dreams, prayers, visions, or confessions still evoke a completeness that lacks nothing, wants nothing. Smock reveals a world filled with grief, death, suicides, disabling conditions, and a family’s complex relationships across generations. While the poems mention “lonesome objects,” “melancholy,” “numbness,” and “collected sorrows,” Smock’s masterfully minimalist poetry leaves the reader intoxicated by a rush of original details and bleakly exquisite imagery.

~Donna Snyder, author of Poemas ante el Catafalco: Grief and Renewal (Chimbarazu Press), I Am South (Virgogray Press), and The Tongue Has Its Secrets (NeoPoiesis Press)

Infant Cinema can only come from the mind of one writer, Barton Smock. I’ve been following his work for 10 years, and the only thing I’ve come to expect for certain is that I will be transported to a world thick with an atmosphere of vivid imagery, and seemingly juxtaposed and ironic concepts. Infant Cinema is prose that has all those elements, and reads with heightened poetic force.

~Joseph Jengehino, author of Ghost of the Animal (Birds and Bones Press)

for purchase: http://www.dinkpress.com/blog/2016/4/16/barton-smocks-infant-cinema-available-now

for hearing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxbbGliwhl0

April 28, 2016 / barton smock

(reading, from infant*cinema)

reading from infant*cinema, published by Dink Press (dinkpress.com) April 2016

April 28, 2016 / barton smock

vessels

brother peace and brother quiet
dot
the same
neck.

so far, my hands have remembered being hands.

if on a balloon
a face
is drawn
you too
can call
it sister

whose dolls
have biblical
names.

April 26, 2016 / barton smock

omphali

sometimes
you’re awake
and your son
is awake
and neither
of you
believe
in sickness
the raccoon
mask
of sickness…

no god unkissed, no dirt…

and sleep, sleep
is a priest
whose hilljack
blood
favors
the cult
of the noiseless
ant

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