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gerry gilbert died on june 19 2009. perhaps one of the most underrated poets in canada. he had is own language and his own rhythm. an important writer in a time when writing has been made unimportant.
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fmachinery june 2009

this issue has work by scott helmes, alexander jorgensen, andrew topel, mike cannell, andy matrich with a colaberation by reed altemus and mike cannell, image by andy martrich
issues available by emailing your address to fmachinerypoems@gmail.com
submissions always wanted we are always reading
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fmachinery
the first issue of fmachinery is done, a nasty quick affair that meets you at the bar takes you the to the motel room and leaves while your in the shower. collaborations by john m. bennett, musicmaster, and scott helms. Also a sordid affair by mike cannel and daniel f. bradley (attached). judith copithorne, gustave morin, david-baptise chirot, nico vassilakis and carlyle baker as the beaver. If your interested in seeing a copy send your mailing address to fmachinerypoems@gmail.com. Or why don’t you just submit your visual poetry to the e-mail address or fmachinery 4001 don mills rd #140 north york ontartio m2h 3j8. you only have your dignity to lose
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otoliths
got a couple of pieces in the new otoliths
a collage
and a collaboration with Mike Cannell
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May 1, 2009
Apr 29, 2009
a review of T=I=D=Y LANGUAGE by Arnold Skemer in ZYX # 50
T=I=D=Y LANGUAGE, Daniel f. Bradley, Outlands Eight, 2008
Of the uses of language and the ultimate rage thereof. Daniel f. Bradley supplies a swift ride through a landscape of promiscuous growth and bizarre structure with obscene and scatological prose poems, impertinent similes and much disgust for the world around him. From cock sucking penguins to panties falling over peddles, from people happy with shit to play with to a train wreck of epic postmodern blowjobs: “the asshole with a thousand faces shuck inside Memphis again got to the hotel overlooking those towers so exhausted from our handy work pretty much keeled beneath our starched argyle knee socks.” (page.46) “what bodes the spawn of incompatible bedfellows resemble per verse breeding cum costumed mask deacon smack down dis damage dark venom” (p. 52) “don’t want iconoclasts want cuddly mirror urine that wasn’t creepy it was just what you did with all that collected urine from your old girlfriends that was kinda anyway i know or rather lash out” (p.56) “thus stay forever young or improve our complexion this was not mentioned trial order n’ steak’s of human flesh moth on ya bones till none of its left breath pest exhale” (p.74), “imagine if instead of country club jails CEO’s faced public hangings upside down and gutted like pigs(.p84) . Well that should give you an idea.
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