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4/4 by Petero Kalulé

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before they play,
they feel a deep-boned
………………… pre-knowing
…… of the legerdemain of fire

unbidden,
before they play,..they
……. g listen hot in thren & s-
……………………………… way
a sorcery,
a silent infinite orrery of warmth Continue reading “4/4 by Petero Kalulé”

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Three Poems by Alina Stefanescu

The Poem, Afraid

Some dog’s ghost
glares from the
attic window.

I know the door
to a nuclear plant
with his teeth

captioned above it:
Some mammal was
here
​and such.

When our youngest
walked in on us
last night,

I was coming.
She was scared
because she heard

someone crying.
I kiss the bruise
a bad dream leaves

in her head
& keep an eye
on the lonely ghost.

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Two poems by John Rufo

(Image: Akasmita Crown shyness phenomenon seen in Rain tree, in Mysore Karnataka, Wikimedia commons)
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The Sound Mirror: A showdown between Sun Ra and the British Museum at Cafe Oto by Noah Angell

A foggy day in London town
Had me low, and had me down
I view the morning with alarm
The British Museum has lost its charm…”

–––– From “A Foggy Day” recorded by Sun Ra (with the Nu Sounds), 1954

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A poem and a sound piece by Matt Atkins

(Photograph by Matt Atkins)

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Two poems and a story by Antoine J. Hayes

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The 5th C – ReVerse Butcher and Kylie Supski

The 5th C

 

 

 

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The Orange Line: Collages by Wullae Wright

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The Orange Line, Platform

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Cybergoth Archaeology: The Seductive Datacombs of OPN’s “Age Of” by Maria Sledmere

‘Cybergothic,’ write the Ccru, in an essay titled ‘Unscreened Matrix’, ‘finds the deep past in the near future’. There is a Crypt, a shadow space that exists beneath the gleam of our cyber reality:

Sprawling beneath public cyberspace lies the labyrinthine underworld of the Datacombs—ghost-stacks of sedimented virtuality, spiralling down abysmally into paleodigital soft-chatter from the punchcard regime, through junk programming, forgotten cryptocultures, fossil-codes and dead systems, regressively decaying into the pseudomechanical clicking relics of technotomb clockwork. Continue reading “Cybergoth Archaeology: The Seductive Datacombs of OPN’s “Age Of” by Maria Sledmere”

Three Fragments On The Portative Organ* by Eva Ferry

Fragment I
The story of a screech: it rose as the last bus of the evening crossed the borders of the city to the motorway. All seventeen of us on the top deck turned our heads. Oh yes, it was perfunctory (because on a double-decker you cannot really see what’s going on behind you on the road, even less so in the dark), but the gesture had already captivated me – the meaning, the intention. By the time all heads were turned, it was clear that we had all misjudged the nature of the screech (pitch dropping, frequency decreasing as it unwrapped). This could never come from a human throat, but rather from the strained brakes of a vehicle. Continue reading “Three Fragments On The Portative Organ* by Eva Ferry”

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