Jan 22, 2019
We stay awake as a way to / punish our sketched-out bodies.
Noah Falck, from “Nothing’s Body,” published in Dusie
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We stay awake as a way to / punish our sketched-out bodies.
Noah Falck, from “Nothing’s Body,” published in Dusie
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Tonight the wind is in your voice. And the gods are nervous about the drinking water.
from “Fatigue Performance” by Noah Falck
Noah Falck // Fatigue Performance
A poem by Noah Falck
POEM EXCLUDING FUTURE
Now the snow is black and we feel dirty in its presence. Cigarette butts blow across the wet pavement like children leaving school during a bomb threat. There’s a good chance we have no chance is what your thoughts are during your daily commute to the office. Roads break apart as variations of sadness. And now the sky is all truffles and shoe polish. It rehearses the end over a cemetery full of children trapped in moonlight.
Noah Falck
More poems by Noah Falck are available through his website.
Noah Falck writes: All the exclusion poems, as the title suggests, are experimenting with writing a specific idea, theme, or object out of the poem. They attempt to question the world through subtraction.
A partial list of evening by Noah Falck
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A poem by Noah Falck
Poem Excluding City
The sky was a concussion of clouds and notorious for dropping everything at a moment's notice. And the fog, how it removed everything and then it didn't. People gathered in the distance and made history until it hurt. They devoured field after field with bad ideas and took pride in the groomed ruins. It was never a photo opportunity. The mood when the forest met the asphalt: Too little, too late.
Noah Falck
More poems by Noah Falck are available through his website.
Is that a sort of equation for inviting the imagination in — wonder + weirdness? Maybe. Maybe not. But it helps me register and engage