Bob
Dombrowski: A DELICATE MEMBRANE [The Struggle with Time] (GB Art
Co, 805 6th Avenue, NYC, 2001) 4.75x6.5" no price.; 20pp w/18
color illustrations by the author (designed on a MAC; printed on
an Epson printer at Dombrowski/Petruska Studios, NYC 20001)
Perfect,
Shelleyian poetry once again appears, where & when most acutely
needed. This small, green-covered andbook, recently printed less
than 5 minutes away from the World Trade Center in New York City,
proposes & pleads for an understanding of Time that is, temporarily,
for many, still in agonized suspension. Readers will find, buried
within it, many clear messages from a clearly necessary future:
Time
stands in our eyes,
Like a filtered lens, or a pinhole eyeglass.
We see only in leveled sequence.
In chaos, there is no sequence.
Chaos opens like a view from the sky.
Momentarily
unlimited, desperate lungs fill
With the freshness of unmediated sensation.
Self
and time - interwoven -
One requiring the creation of the other.
A prisoner pleading for his guard.
A hatred requiring an enemy.
A property requiring a fence.
Antagonists.
Always at the brink; at the source.
Yet neither victory nor defeat ever actually occurs.
And always we are participants.
Effected.
STRANGE
THINGS BEGIN TO HAPPEN WHEN A METEOR CRASHES IN THE ARIZONA DESERT
by Michael Basinski. B&W, 8.5x11.5" No price. Wiral-bound,
20pp. Copyright 2001 by Burning Press, Cleveland. Illustrations
by Wendy Collin Sorin. {Afour-color waterless lithograph, printed
at the Zygote Press, Cleveland, is included in the deluxe edition
of 27.} Typography by luigi-bob drake. Cover letterpress by Carolyn
Fraser of Idlewild Press, Cleveland. Produced with support from
the Ohio Arts Council.
This
illustrated poetry chapbook could not have been published at a less
auspicious time: its light-grey paper, map-like illustrations of
quasi-alien symbols, interspersed with naked male & female human
bodies taken from medieval medical texts, surrounded by language-poetry
texts, run head-on into a sudden political demand for a new, non-ironic,
sober aesthetic supportive of a 'new' wartime to which it will paranoically
appear as a cruel parody of the recent images of destruction in
NYC. However, like all arterati work, it bears absolutely no responsibility
for what was already underway well before 11 SEP 01. Part found-poem,
part abstract script, part science-fantasy, it inhabits that layer
in which we've mooned since UFOs overtook the popular imagination
- in my case, 1949, the peak year for sightings in the USA, when
my father & I checked out books by George Adamski & Major
Donald F. Kehoe, USAF from our local branch library that would now
be re-classified as "Area 51" literature, beginning my
exposure to UFOs at the impressionable age of 7. My fully adult
reccomendation: read this art-book as though the events of 11 SEP
01 had not yet happened. If you do, the following extracts may console
you:
II
We
are ignorant
of further details
the inability to speak
coupled with a lack
of understanding
combined with a
substantial loss of hearing
{
)
American
freedom
fighters returning from
the future report that
everyone has been
forgotten
Bill
Costley's a poet, playwright & journalist based in Wellesley
MA. Born in Salem, raised in Lynn, educated in Boston, his publication
history can be found in Contemporary Authors, Who's Who In America
2002, & Ploughshares magazine's website: www.pshares.org
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