On Malice

By: Ken Babstock

Sign Up Now! Already a Member? Log In
You must be logged into Bookshare to access this title. Learn about membership options, or view our freely available titles.

Synopsis: The fairground screamed. The mountains and valley were gone. The fire was gone too. The hanging 'because' was gone too. The men were away and my heart already dead and the fairground monkey dead in my mouth. A spectre haunts a derelict nsa surveillance station on a hill in Berlin. Our posthumous selves cry to us from the Cloud. We've internalized the panopticon, but it still feels good to buy. On Malice assembles evacuated forms, polysemy, undirected prayer and meta-chatter into a quartet of delirious song, a diorama of our new, totalized and ubiquitous armour. Channelling Spicer and Berryman, data-mining and inverting Hazlitt, Donne and Walter Benjamin's son, these extended ghost-essays are lyric in their sonic and affective register but coldly methodological in their invented structures and repurposed illusions. 'Ken Babstock is a wonderful and spirited poet, his work is full of musicality, syncopation, wit, and formal acuity, it's all good. --Peter Gizzi 'The flavor of this poetry is complex--it will have to be consumed in small amounts like a sipping tequila. It inebriates quickly. It imparts a convivial brilliance to life. And it is not without its sinister edge.' --Ange Mlinko