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March 3, 2017 / barton smock

reflections on Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib’s {The Crown Ain’t Worth Much} ~ Button Poetry/Exploding Pinecone Press 2016

{The Crown Ain’t Worth Much}
Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib
Button Poetry/Exploding Pinecone Press 2016

~reflections on, by Barton Smock~

Willis-Abdurraqib is a writer writing letters to a timeline of his unchanged address. In this, excavation happens on the clock and burial, off. I read this and I know what kids I want for the world. One body sells for nothing but makes it to market and a second body is kept from giving itself a hole for breathing. From this book of bodies comes a third. Dear body, skin is a documentary one is born with. Dear blood flow, I received your immediate silence. Dear soundtrack, there’s this movie that disappears but only when I watch it. Dear uniform, tragedy makes a short laundry list.

You need a body to keep you naked, get this book. It, will ghost.

book is here:

what brought me to it, is here:



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  1. barton smock / Mar 5 2017 5:58 pm

    Reblogged this on kingsoftrain.


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