I am both the cow / and the man getting under the cow // and kissing its breasts / I’m the hamburger // and also the person / eating the hamburger
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I am both the cow / and the man getting under the cow // and kissing its breasts / I’m the hamburger // and also the person / eating the hamburger
Poetry, fiction, reviews, and interviews with Jeffrey McDaniel, Matthew Caley, Richard Siken, John McCullough, Patty Paine, Stephan Delbos, Tereza Bínová, Ewen Glass, Bethany Bruno, Christopher Crawford, Garth Martens, Sara Potocsny, Daniel Bird, Justin Lacour, Emma Johnson-Rivard, Lydia Unsworth, Be Heintzman Hope, Jessica Mensch, Greta Stoddart, Oleg Olizev, Tess Jolly, Tom Blake, Tony Gloeggler, Siegfried Mortkowitz, Laura Stanley, Gaurav Monga, Bradley Paul, and Christian Lehnert.
We smothered the memories of flavourless meals, short showers, watered-down milk, mouldy bread, freezing nights without heating, and stuffy colds, flus or injuries without medicine, with our newfound, unbridled, six-star luxury.
I am both the cow / and the man getting under the cow // and kissing its breasts / I’m the hamburger // and also the person / eating the hamburger
I listened all morning to the raven’s knock / though that is a lie. / I listened for maybe two minutes. / Maybe one.
She’s given to me, the dragonfly, / a quiet comma in the air, she hovers / as the grasslight blows into her eyes, / still as if holding to a single point.
A friend gave me this poem, the way friends give me a lot of things, the same way most of what I absorb culturally seems to happen almost accidentally, and the same way anyone’s accidents add up to their life ultimately…
He wanted to forget her now. She had tortured him for years, seducing him with her odour and she often stank. He liked to kiss her profusely on her breasts, for he loved the smell of milk, and her armpits, though masked with perfume, were bitter.
and when you say it’s in the quiet times / the enormity of what’s happening / floods over you, I invent / storms of bioluminescence…
the presence /of a certain something in the room. Three men, / two beds—how they sleep in shifts, / soundly but with, perhaps, a certain disregard for protocol.
Watching them, my heart softens / like an old potato. Something crumples // the room’s emptiness and flings it away
I am both the cow / and the man getting under the cow // and kissing its breasts / I’m the hamburger // and also
The Horse-Car Terminal New York 1893 is / Marxist
the presence /of a certain something in the room. Three men, / two beds—how they sleep in shifts, / soundly but with, perhaps, a certain disregard for protocol.
Watching them, my heart softens / like an old potato. Something crumples // the room’s emptiness and flings it away
The self, / each / morning, / rising / from its / own / failure.
The tiny animal skeletons make sounds, / the sound of bone on bone, / chimes of hollow sound.
The weight of the moment pressed against me. I reached with the net. The pole bent. The body sagged hard, as if the water wanted
We smothered the memories of flavourless meals, short showers, watered-down milk, mouldy bread, freezing nights without heating, and stuffy colds, flus or injuries without medicine,
I hardly ever post anything on X but I do sometimes leave a comment on someone else’s post after which I always feel a strong
He wanted to forget her now. She had tortured him for years, seducing him with her odour and she often stank. He liked to kiss
The peddler could hardly see the path in front of him, and cursed himself for failing to buy new oil for his lantern. Twice he
No one knows how much the silverware drawer matters. It rattles in Leah’s mind if it’s left unorganized. She checks it often.
Moving between sound and performance, Be is a facilitator of music, dance and embodiment ritual. Their practice bridges dance training with expanded vocal techniques, sound healing, experimental music and conflict resolution.
B O D Y’s art editor Jessica Mensch meets up with Montreal-based artists Sarah Wendt & Pascal Dufaux at their Montréal studio to talk about their recent solo show, Miel du temps, at Musée d’art de Joliette, in Joliette, Quebec.
B O D Y interviews Scott Kiernan, a New York-based artist whose video, photo and installation works interact in ways that address their own materiality and means of distribution.
Anna Hawkins is an artist who works primarily in moving image and installation with an interest in the ways that images, gestures and language are circulated and transformed online and the impacts of technology on the intimate spheres of daily life.
Weaving together disparate references spanning across histories and geographies, German interdisciplinary artist Johanna Strobel explores the entanglement between philosophy, semiotics, and actuality.
Padma Rajendran’s works on fabric experiment with the clash and combination of patterning and storytelling. She received her MFA from Rhode Island School of Design and teaches drawing at Vassar College.
Books in Brief: Reviews of new poetry collections by Medha Singh and Annie Brechin.
Books in Brief: Reviews of new poetry collections by Justin Lacour, Emily Bludworth de Barrios, and Siegfried Mortokowitz.
A friend gave me this poem, the way friends give me a lot of things, the same way most of what I absorb culturally seems to happen almost accidentally, and the same way anyone’s accidents add up to their life ultimately…
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Drew Rollins and James Peake review four new books of contemporary Bulgarian poetry in translation. Edited by Clint Margrave.
B O D Y reviews new pamphlets by David Kinloch, James Appleby, and Sophie Cooke.
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