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The Ends of the Earth moves through technological disasters, environmental nightmares and broken relationships to find love cast away at the end of days. Its urban settings are counterbalanced with the idea of escape, deserted islands and ocean solitudes. In this collection of playful, challenging and beautiful poems, Jacqueline Turner uses the interrobang - a question mark combined with an exclamation point, the excited question - as a symbol of our times to move the work through a host of genres.

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Publié par	Ecw Press
Date de parution	01 avril 2013
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781770903708
Langue	English

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“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the rest of the world calls a butterfly.” — Lao Tsu
“Innumerable confusions and a feeling of despair invariably emerge in periods of great technological and cultural transition.” — Marshall McLuhan
“The strongest impacts of an emergent technology are always unanticipated.” — William Gibson
“It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine . . .” — R.E.M.

Section I: A CRITIQUE OF THE APOCALYPSE

11-11-11
oh weighted ones
you watch an occupation
of city city city city
wait for a baby to be
born around the other
side of the world wonder
at rain outside the window
“it had been raining for days
and the people were growing scared”
dream of the ends of things embedded
in the beginnings where fingers lightly press
to create such pleasure always figured as explosions
or fire burning brightly or extinguishing ceremonially
hazards quite still for ever revving sentiments in conversation
or missing from indexes in books about you and your peculiar collective
you were there maybe not in the centre of things perhaps even slightly to the right
sheets of paper you forgot stack and stack rising up to overwhelm your minimalist aesthetic
quick take a photo out the window post it on Twitter to document your working conditions
say sentence structure one more time your head will explode “literally”
connect by writing more reference letters with accurate altruism
as a way to make things happen in the real world economy
if you got your exchange then yay! you’ll travel far
granted in some excess a flight to the ends
of the earth

BROUGHT BACK DOWN TO EARTH WITH A BANG OR THE DAY STARTS WITH A BANG
1.
break it open simply
one big interrobang
rhetorical/excited or interrogative
spiritual in a typewritten font
search for a jargon to save you/us

2.
open form virtue craves
cadences that should be banned
rivers get written up and
their energy sold such paper
convergences belie your/our
fingers stroking the clay bed
or searching for clay babies
to dry where rocks lie in the sun

3.
is there no way to bracket off
this run so your/our government eye
skips across the space of so many
documents to read over

4.
it hurts your/our interpunct to say stop
or pause a moment at least to hear the frogs
of Eagleridge eat pavement see how the light
pounds through the clearing into Horseshoe Bay
tick off another bullet on your/our list
proclaim in solidus: “Olympic ready”
fusion underscores readiness
the moment understood interrogatively

5.
how a hash key needs to be pushed
to get you/us back to the main menu
how a tilde can make or break your/our address
one swung dash and everyone is reading
some other blog and your/our monetization
is down or almost nonexistent but you/we
keep trying to tantalize by degrees of omission

6.
you/we are the underground economy
trading umlauts for numeros this
bright crisp morning

7.
surrender your pilcrow by which
you/we make a living saying
“use paragraphs to structure your essay”
instead of don’t you fucking know what
a paragraph is (interrobang) leave your
infinitive hanging
as if anyone will notice

8.
try to speak diacritically, that is
above and below the line expand
your/our creative talking outside
what artists always say before
clearing your/our throat um, like, yeah
rises to meet vortextual chest heaves
with the unsaid to finally say
your/our moment hinges
on every end that blocks closure
reject righteousness in all its forms
spend your/our vowel sounds on courage
to say it’s okay to be right here right now

9.
embrace the contradiction of wanting and knowing
until they run together and all the iPods are piled high
somewhere in Cache Creek or China rusting beautifully
as is built into their design but then knowing
it’s still not enough it will never be enough
so it’s okay for you/us to stop
impulse so momentum shifts
like a hockey game
entropic ends laying way
for an alternate score
it’s okay

ENTROPIC ENDS
1.
“Let everything be produced, be read, become real, visible, and marked with the sign of effectiveness . . .”
— Jean Baudrillard
keep no secrets
in your/our worn denim
type prior to
reply archive
achieve your/our full sense
in well wrought
articulation maybe cry
a few tears
show you/we are serious
bleat and bleat and
press send or post
without a glance back
your/our beautiful infinite
page, see there
those blackish marks
that flash of light
is what you/we mean
to say a part of your/our
precarious heart
bleeds slightly below
maybe to the left
a glimmer of red
flickers as your/our self
as public clicks past

2.
“It is no longer a matter of making things visible to the external eye. It is rather a question of making things transparent to themselves.”
— Jean Baudrillard
enrage readers
perhaps they want to harm you/us
or hurl digital insults
or one negative comment
is worth 97.5 positive ones
because who believes
the sycophants who always
like your/our hair in the photo
develop a selective way
of seeing what’s being said
think of your/our readers
as losers anyway
except for your/our friends
to whom you/we can speak
with inside jokes and innuendos
chuckle visibly through punctuation
and acronyms, but close your/our
curtains to Google Earth

3.
“So, there will soon only be . . .figures who . . .wander alone and pass their time by perpetually telling themselves their story.”
— Jean Baudrillard
or the illusion of the social
literalizes screen culture
back to the messy body
walking along an ocean
with a dog, a relentless dog
who lifts a break in the osmosis
your/our inspiring lungs suck
salty breaths transform
the air without thinking
suddenly you/we name
the liminal space and therefore
can see it colours merging
into pods that swing in trees
or shipping containers off
of ocean liners constructed
into where you/we live now

4.
“Debris not only floats on the surface of the ocean it also descends throughout the entire water column, making it less spectacular to look at and physically impossible to ‘scoop up’ and remove, as so many bemused citizens suggest when they hear of this plastic ‘island.’”
— Tim Silverwood
plastic floats like islands
on digital screens everywhere
somewhere in a

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