hankering for a radio gestalt signifier in a world full of rhetorical questions when some one dies then each one dies a little with no recovery of unique deictic tendencies or trials not to mention arrows sparrows sorrows tomorrows and never never never never never a blender be to the last consonant sigh of relief or camel rings wafting songs of slow choking death over an ironic times square hub of a crossroads in a fluid current of commerce and congestion unrelieved by levity while behind the curtain and you don't know if it's Hamlet or The Wizard of Oz that's playing because the screen is blackened and the sound track is obscured by white noise an echo of gratitude for what else is there to overcome the silence of spring pouring across the meadow picking up lots of forget-me-nots too young to be reborn aloft where sky meets the black suck of deep space or even in low orbit broadcasting satellite beeps and broadcasting satellite bops humming Dick and Davey at regular intervals like heart swells vary waves very vary waves hankering for a radio gestalt signifier in a world full of rhetorical questions whose crests and troughs never hinder demolition of constants so formulae founder on rocks of self described triumph after birth slowly descends until even the abyss fails to talk back because it considers your discourse an echo of things to come dredged up up and away from sludge moldering in sloughs thought to be the birthplace of life by incestuous patriarchs if and only if meteorites imbedded just below surface appearances claim not to be guilty of infesting the planet with plants and animals doomed to eat one another casting blame on orgasms but who the fuck cares if it's worth it or improbable because someone or something bets you didn't see that coming did you well did you did you don't answer that
John Marvin is a teacher who retired and subsequently earned a Ph.D. in English at SUNY Buffalo. He has poems in scores of journals, including 6 Pushcart nominations, and literary criticism in Hypermedia Joyce Studies, James Joyce Quarterly, Pennsylvania English, and Worcester Review. He has a chapter in Hypermedia Joyce, and his book, Nietzsche and Transmodernism: Art and Science Beyond the Modern in Joyce, Stevens, Pynchon, and Kubrick, awaits a publisher. He seeks to marry the experimental, non-narrative with the lyric and traditional in the manner of Nietzsche’s marriage of Apollo and Dionysos. He generally avoids accessibility for its own sake, and the prosaic personal story with superimposed line breaks that is ubiquitous these days.