as plesiosaur & yield
as listless momentary monster
(“”The Newborn”, Compression & Purity, Will Alexander)
Run, scrum, don t be late, the machine, it will not wait.
On the other hand; although, it has departed, this is one blinkin’ long train.. VLAK5, at 650+ pages, is even more mammoth than its foregoers; honouring the poetic mandate to be truly monstrous (do we all agree on that one?). More accurate, therefore, might be, to describe it as having started departing; having departed on its departure, so to say. VLAK, meaning train (& plane, as in flat, not fly), meaning pull, draw, drag. Thus, VLAK5 has departed for its departure, is still in the station, & is dragging itself along, &,inexorably, pulling us with it. Even should you try & try again; this Moloch will be impassable; impossible to dodge.
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VLAK = TRAIN = MASSIVE PLANE = MOLOCH
A perverse neutron bomb of graphic, poetic, essayistic, & polemic delight & fright, VLAK5 is not Ginsberg s Moloch, the tedious, yet colossal gears of capitalism. VLAK5 is a Moloch War Machine; eating up ever thing & non-thing in its path, or out of its range, & spewing it back out with redoubled force, all over our unwitting selves.
From Allen Ginsberg s Howl (1956):
Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!
Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!
Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!
Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose smoke-stacks and antennae crown the cities!
Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind!
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MOLOCH to the power of MOLOCH
VLAK = all these things & – in its enveloping & involuting thereof – none of them. “The religion of Moloch” waxes the eminent Bertrand Russell, ” … is in essence the cringing submission of the slave, who dare not, even in his heart, allow the thought that his master deserves no adulation.” In contrast, the Moloch that is VLAK5, does not even tarry to tally the religions, the slaves, or the masters, it might have stuffed up its pipes. It simply rolls ’em out; side by stupid side; in the sense invoked by Vanessa Place:
All I know of poetry is of my transgression of poetry. Through a-poetry, radically evil poetry, poetry that cannot be poetry as poetry has been previously conceived, poetry that takes the execution of poetry quite literally and quite stupidly, there is poetry. (“A Poetics of Radical Evil“)
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STOP THAT TRAIN, IMMA LEAVIN’
Some livin’ big, but the most is livin’ small
They just can’t even find no food at all.
Stop that train: I’m leavin’. And I said:
It won’t be too long whether I’m right or wrong;
Said, it won’t be too long whether I’m right or wrong.
In a VLAK Overture preview, from the wordspeak of enigmatic VLAK generator & propellor, Louis Armand:
“Guinness Book longest gut-roar in History, before the night finally closes-in. And it does, my preciouses. Like a finger on the restart button. Like a fist around a fiver. Like the man-under-the-bed creeping out to stuff a pillow in your face. Giving you the heebiejeebs. Clawing the walls of your little hemlock belly. Sending you off with that mad crosseyed toothless grimace-at- the-end-of-the-tunnel look. Knows what’s coming, too, but isn’t saying. Too bad for you. Is that it? Is that all? What about our chinooked castratto back in the cells with his wits knocked out of him & his jester’s joystick jiggling his jugular? Lost the plot, you say? Gone missing from the narrative, eh? Slipped out the backway to take in the view from the other side, mmm? Zion of the Mind’s Eye?”
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ONWARDS / UPWARDS / HYDRAGON / PLEXIGLAS / ANARCHY / SPARKLEBUG / EXHALE / EMBRACE / YOU PUSH I PULL
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TERRAIN: Essays on the New Poetics (essays anthologised from VLAK 1 – 4)
From VLAK website: VLAK5 CONTRIBUTORS:
Contributors: Marina Abramović, Seth Abramson, Bruno Adams, Demosthenes Agrafiotis, Gwendolyn Albert, Ali Alizadeh, Ian Almond, Bjarte Alvestad, Robert Archambeau, Louis Armand, Marc Atkins, Tim Atkins, Zbyněk Baladrán, Stephanie Barber, Charles Bernstein, Felix Bernstein, Edmund Berrigan, Johannes Birringer,Vít Bohal, Ken Bolton, Amaranth Borsuk, Nicole Brossard, Pam Brown, Finn Brunton, Justin Bryant, Pascalle Burton, David Buuck, Robert Carrithers, Sean Carswell, Jim Chaffee, Abigail Child, Adrian Clarke, Wayne Clements, Tim Conley, Clark Coolidge, Vincent Dachy, Steve Dalachinsky, Ailbhe Darcy, James Davies, Jeremy M. Davies, Mark Paul Divo, Johanna Drucker, Rachel Blau DuPlessis, Lori Emerson, Vadim Erent, Vincent Farnsworth, Michael Farrell, Nathaniel Farrell, Allen Fisher, Toby Fitch, SJ Fowler, Ulli Freer, Chris Funkhouser, Thor Garcia, Miranda Gavin, Nada Gordon, Helen Grace, Stephanie Gray, Lisa Gye, Catherine Hales,Matt Hall, Alan Halsey, Robert Hampson, Philip Hammial, Susan Hawthorne, Ian Hays, Yasmin Heisler, Lyn Hejinian, Matt Hetherington, Jeff Hilson, Bob Holman,Jana Horáková, DJ Huppatz, Paul Ingram, Mark W. Jacobs, Peter Jaegger, Harold Jaffe, Carol Jenkins, Gareth Jenkins, Tom Jenks, Travis Jeppesen, Doug Jones,Keith Jones, Pierre Joris, Miles Joris-Peyrafitte, Trevor Joyce, Justin Katko, Vincent Katz, John Kinsella, Virginia Konchan, Alena Kotzmannová, Zsolt Láng, Hank Lazer,Jane Lewty, Manuel P. Lopez, Niall Lucy, Anna Macdonald, Jan Macháček, Richard Makin, Jane Malcolm, Sophie Malleret, Adrian Martin, Aidan McCardle, Anthony Mellors, Erika Mikkalo, Drew Milne, Nick Montfort, Sarah Moriarty, Ian Morris, Bill Mousoulis, Vicky Mousoulis, Ken Nash, Jeroen Nieuwland, Mette Norrie, Damien Ober, Andrew Oldham, Julian Oliver, Kirby Olson, Fábio Paiva, Holly Pester, Eva Ulrike Pirker, Vanessa Place, Rachelle Rahme, Kit Robinson, Nathan Roche,Jerome Rothenberg, Lou Rowan, Jim Ruland, Kaia Sand, Gordan Savičić, Seekers of Lice, Daniella Seel, Phil Shoenfelt, Lucie Skřivánková, Adrian Slatcher, Linus Slug the Younger, Philippe Sollers, Alan Sondheim, Jasper Spoelstra, Brian Kim Stefans, Lesley Stern, Stephanie Strickland, Holly Tavel, Philip Terry, Lotto Thiessen, Darren Tofts, Jáchym Topol, Adam Trachtman, John Tranter, Matt Trease, Lawrence Upton,Danja Vasiliev, David Vichnar, Ann Vickery, Divya Victor, Melchior Vischer, Mark Waldron, Corey Wakeling, Lewis Warsh, Marjorie Welish, Elaine Whittaker, D. Harlan Wilson, Kyoko Yoshida, Ali Znaidi.
Editorial collective: Louis Armand, Pam Brown, David Vichnar, Olga Pek, Stephen Mooney, Larry Sawyer, Steven J. Fowler, Jeroen Nieuwland, Ali Alizadeh, Michael Brennan, Edmund Berrigan, Jane Lewty
ISSN 1804-512X. 664pp.
Publication date: May 2015
Litteraria Pragensia: Prague, Sydney, New York, Tokyo, London, Melbourne, Berlin, Chicago, Amsterdam
Price: € 20.00 (not including postage)