gustave morin, a para-literary agent provocateur since his teens – published widely, if obscurely – has been working the associated fields of composition & performance, plying his various written works, graphic constructions & reluctant performances on the page, on the stage and in white cubes above ground and below since the late eighties. His newest book, 79 Little Explosions and Q-Bert Stranded on A Smouldering Mosquitocoil Frozen To A Space Formerly Occupied By Language was published in March 2009 by Stained Paper Archive. Other recent publications include Nein Typos (Tonerworks, 2008), Off the Fly (Griddle Grin, 2008), Les Scribblistes (Produce Press, 2008) and The Etcetera Barbecue (Bookthug 2006). His other titles include the marginalized midnight classic A Penny Dreadful (2003), p.mody’s dada boutique (1997), Sun Kissed Oranges (co-authored with Sergio Forest,1995), and Rusted Childhood Memoirs (1994). Meanwhile, typographic trade secrets gleaned through intensive study of concrete have become personal weapons of choice since 2008... Mr. Morin resides at Chez Gargoyle in an anonymous frontiertown in Canada where he somehow ekes out a modest existence working in the arts.
t h e w o l f ( e ) l i f e
. . . knew his life was a little image of man's whole squish --
and that only seemed to him all the more all and everlasting, tiny
spurts of flame dying with defiance over shoots & shouts of denial .
all our grandeur, pulse of heart & epic glory comes from engulfing night . . .
... and of this flame, it there and then came to him that he would be extinguished .
life upon the earth -- its darkness was immense . life like a time we knew
we would blaze out briefly by these lips , & that the darkness would ring
with the last tragic dignity -- our heroes into the maw of all the brevity and small.
b r e a d & f l a m e & n o i s e
a n t i q u e
by the bank
of a river
by an icecube
of an early
e x t r a c t i o n
words like teeth you don/t have
sound like dirt ain/t in whole
you dug for self bleeding a bit
the blood not blue with miles
to go-go and more too fallow .
i n k o n a b e l l
indie 500 years X'd out-
side / sidewinded
: winded on arrival
it/ll never fly / away
, a way
a goner .
) groan debt . grow depart (
part of it is gone .
c l a s s i f i e d
lost, a leaf
i wanted to keep
found on the 13th floor
& roof) of a down
it blew up
as i enjoyed
from on high.
the leaf was little,
the colour brown --
a shade away
( leave a message...
s e i z u r e
further afield than far
where second nature adores a vacuuum :
wet cement shoes zero in on a zip gun
holding up a petting zoo at high noon
a pell mell black night in full tilt
is out of square to a T at curtain .
n o t e f o u n d u n d e r a r o c k
rebecome eggbound ! -- TA DA !
a dark blur turns a sharp curve :
a car went bye . went big . fast . hot . more .
bigger . faster . hotter . sooner . better .
anything you/d care to name --
(nothing new) fasting faster
than eating stomach
on an empty stomach .
a slow bullet // upsidedown trucks
driving backwards f a s t on the any road up
chockablock with cul de sac de jour .
( life the gangplank . this is not a step )
sidelong glances off a little bit to one blind side long glances off a little bit to one blind side
long glances off a little bit to one blind side
long glances off a little bit to one
o n c e n o n c e
texcie mopie plextal sink
tuno tal tuno
mopie brak plextal fisbus
tuno tal tuno
zimzum sink texcie
s m e a r c a m p a i g n