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Donald Revell
Stephen Burt
Paul Hoover
Jonah Winter
Cathy Wagner
Reginald Shepherd
Nin Andrews
Sophia Kartsonis
Sandra Miller
Joshua Harmon
Devin Johnston
Chuck Zerby
Sara Henning
Ognjen Smiljanic
Lance Phillips
Peter Drake
Kathleen Byrne
Ernest Hilbert
Garth Greenwell
Marc McKee
Criticism
Brian Henry on Kinsella
Gabriel Welsch on Northrop
Gabriel Welsch on Smith
Cecily Iddings on Ruefle
Christopher McDermott on Wenderoth
MTC Cronin’s My Lover's Back was released in 2002 by University of Queensland Press.
José Touches His Toes
José's
smooth bum
leans
up against the cold wall
Tight
pants
go
all the way to the floor
And
José says
"It
feels like a cunt
It
really does"
And
the man looks
at
José's smooth face
and
small hands
and
tight smile and says
"I
ain't never had
a
woman in prison,
you
sayin' I should
start
now?"
Tight
pants
fall
all the way to the floor
And
José touches his toes
and
says
"Unnecessary,
just
look on it as a
situational
constraint."
....duet from Tristan and Isolde
was on the radio....
I
am down on the floor
Dress
hitched around my hips
Wet
as a deep creek
My
dress and pursed my lips
In
concentration scrubbing that floor
A
good job with a brush
That
is large and wide and hard
And
covered with bristles
As
firm as hog’s whiskers and lush
I
am working and working
Round
and round and round
Moving
the brush on the marbled floor
With
my hands my knees hurting
On
the hard wet ground
My
sweating neck intent I bend
My
body to clean and tend
But
then up behind me
There
is something grabbed
And
startled
But
I do not turn to see...
I
set my tits free
One
at a time
I
let my tits hang down
And
whacked
And
smacked
You
across the face with them
Thwack!
And
you belted my arse
Smack!
You
grabbed me fast
You
held me down
And
bit them hard
You
showed those cheeky tits
And
released my other bits
And
screamed
I
screamed
It
fits! It fits!
I
could hardly move
You
shoved so hard
And
splayed my legs
Like
a hand of cards
A
royal flush
A
delicious blush
Your
jack
It
filled my throat
While
your claws tested
How
deep my moat
And
all at once
I
had every window filled
While
you chugged
And
lugged
And
spilled
And
then my dear
It
was all over
I’ll
never have another dog
Called
Rover
Rafflesia (Hers)
for
Sappho
I
was buried for a month
with
my head
between
her thighs
begging
her to come down
but
she liked it up there
Plump baby doll
with a top-knot of hair
Over
me
she
has the power of the keys
the
power to loose and bind
I
like to see her eyes as they close
Feel
her breath burning in mine
I lick
And suck and sink
I
see her lips
euphemistically
for bloody
rolled
back in ecstasy
blooming
like the lost
flower
of the sky
My
fingers reach up
to
make the waves
it
floats on
and
in my nostrils
delicious
–
a gust of
stink
Rafflesia (His)
for
Georges Bataille
Immense
end
that
avoids me
smell
you
in
this excess of mind
spilling
like shit
self-hatred
into
my lover's
clean
hands
empty
empty heart
watch
him cry
dressed
again
unreleased
why
don't you fuck me
you
bastard
it's
you
but
there's no body
no
breast
the
giant flower
stinks
all through us
it's
you
you
bastard
why
don't you fuck me
I
lie here
with
no cunt
for
you to put it in.
13 Ways of Having Sex with a Cow
Perceptions
... are themselves real
1.
With the cow's consent...
2.
In a painting – landscape of course – with the
farmhouse
daubed gently behind the field where the quietly
watching
herd stand anonymous, as if raincoated, in the
intersection
of many rays of sun; where every stroke of the brush
is keenly
felt by the crowd; it is as if the master has been
hard at work...
3.
Standing on a drum: tried and true classical method
likely
to get you spotted from a passing train, an
interesting way
to travel if considered, these days, somewhat
plebeian and
likely to give rise to boredom and daytime
fantasies...
4.
In the imagination.
5.
Staring into the cow's eyes – they are justly famous
for.
6.
Boldly in your hey-day before promise took you
on its bristling ride through hope.
Every encounter might last somewhere
in love and cow might mean something
with the same spelling but different
pronunciation and meaning –
7.
This is your desire for a heteronomous relationship
with an animal with many stomachs.
8.
Poetically. Understanding this vulnerable creature
of the flesh, more than likely condemned to death.
9.
Heteroousian fuck.
10.
Not to be confused with carnal knowledge of a
heifer.
(Friesians being widely known for their frigidity
and refridgerable qualities.)
11.
'Passages are physical' and 'all passages are
practice': if at first
you don't succeed, try try again.
12.
On that bare place
on a hill-face
without the mob
and tactics.
The head of tree
fastening our bodies
to the cool earth
with shadow.
(The above is a scenario
without faith:
Something might happen later
to make me believe.
I know I'll be fooled.
But I won't know that later
because I'll be fooled
and happy.)
13.
...in reality, it is always rape.
