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the poetry that matters

Natalie Knight

Natalie Knight's poetry and criticism has appeared in Octopus, Jacket, H_NGM_N, moria, and Slightly West. She is the author of three chapbooks, prairies (e-chap, Scantily Clad Press), xenia (Furniture Press), and Archipelagos (Punch Press). Sections of a critical exchange with Rodrigo Toscano on performativity and poetics theater, "Conditions of Poetic Production and Reception," are forthcoming in Jacket Magazine and West Coast Line. Originally from Washington State, she teaches writing and studies poetry, poetics and literary theory in the PhD program at University at Albany, State University of New York, USA.

from Taxonomy Bent

Horizon, treed






“horizon this, before it's treed:


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                                                                 What is typology for locate
                                                                 assignment—
                                                                 wispy tracers and legitimate repercussions
                                                                 bound
                                                                “I felt the moment receding”  you recite
                                                                horizons are raccooned specimens—
                                                                our fallout

             1. 
the primacy of the consecutive subject
                  haunted an epilogue that circulated
                  astrological projections of objects not even
                  bound up by exchange, they were our exchange.



            2.  Better yet, what flattened this hopeful
                 to querulous midnight junctures of flesh-meets-flesh
                 because the horizon spanned in its particular plane
                 spanning us flat approaches



          3.  We tried to circumvent. amusing.



          4.  then, switching gears, wrote about
               temporary autonomous interventions
               after membering a sound installation
               and attending the worker's rights rally gathered
               around the fountain.



                                                    The group speak
                                                    bothered me even though I wanted their
                                                    rights respected. The fountain poured down all
                                                    around us drowning out megaphones. The water
                                                    slipped untroubled neither this drop nor that
                                                                stream – 
                                                   not your leg nor my dollar
                                                   not bothered by boundary speak or “right to
                                                   inhabit” or what member is dangling in
                                                   public, erect –



            5.  Then the excavation sites around our
                 verbiage exist to put astral-knowledge
                 in perpetual hibernation


                                        member, member


                                                                
we are our own interlude,
                                                                 “split”
<<<<<<|>>>>>




—after a juncture makes you stand abrupt
alert having meddled in the general
“flow” —worth meddling—
sight becomes the way to bring
the moment into body—
sight gorges on roughage
                                                     “it’s so good to see you again”


                                                     seeing you: seeing the leftover filaments, fallout



Friendly or business-like endeavors
connect seven members and their
unforeseen eighth
by way of the unpublicized pleasuredome.


                                                                  “poetry by way of coy by way of
                                                                  half-profile in muted light and drafty windows

                                                                  survives an explosion at least in flesh:
                                                                  nice to meet you, again”



Morph your shattered and sticky
pieces back into character,
remember you’re a direct relative
of the hyperreal.


                                                    For what responsibility
                                                    exists when written out of it—
                                                    Broken social contracts at the fountain
                                                    reincite the affects as result of
                                                    boardroom meetings and after hours
                                                    on the trains, in exchange

                                                    I'm a direct relative of
                                                    those
                                                    scalper and hangman




Bent

Ah, alas, singular came back to us.
In the boardroom, all members at the table shook hands
dispelled water, ruffled tidal charts – split
the scene.


Singular, not effaced enough
to not go back for more, “at home:”
at courage-point, had identified her
taxonomy and articulated that intimately
which became the public interface, too.


After blowing up millions of living cells
how successful do they feel? It detonated
well. But it momentarily
relieved that amorphous beast of its drive,
only.


The players pick themselves up, reconstituted,
with slightly altered knowledges
to find a way to proceed.  I scan myself
on the molecular level to locate where exactly
the detonation occurred and where
the shock wave spread. Molecule's little islands
in relief my thinking machine assured them
they will be reconstituted.


They retort,
In what ways are you not restricted?

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