ctrl + v


bradford nolen



Listen to the poem read aloud: play ► (1:46)

View the formatted poem as an image.

Plain text:

Nude Descending

Science disgusts me .
As soon as it gets its mitts
on the narrative, it’s shit.
I’d have it rolled up
and carried to
fires
in anonymous pits.
I’d say, Who used a chorus
of typewriters last? And also
Whenever the gasping rise up
in arias of armaments they
open and swoon, wounded
in their brandishing light
(See photograph, p 208
in Motherwell’s.)
After waking, lie
down upon razors or
with fleas in heat;
and bleet for more
mead. Then take me
I’m wet with
apparati and embers.
I’ll be ready to be
deceived by then,
by you and by
your
trick
gnosis.









Fabrication note:
Cento Quilt Series. Unbordered applique block/icon. Primary material: Dada Painters and Poets: An Anthology, edited by Robert Motherwell. Technique: aleatory+syntactic tacking.







back to issue 10