Tripwire 15 is out! Cover image is “Collapsing Liberty” by Omar Pimienta. Published are early excerpts from A Flight of Objects that Seemed Real.
three bits from the excerpts:
The artist from Turin says, I can’t repeat myself, I can’t talk about the same thing repeatedly. He consumes words with the luxury of exchanging topics like seasonal fashions, concerned at one moment with flights to San Francisco, and balancing work-life, and the Caiman Islands, and my thighs. Limp palmfuls pawing at my ass against a wall on an off-Chinatown market street, weakly cupping my thighs while condominiums rise on old graveyards. What do we become under each other’s hands but humiliation?
Bare little bird between my palms, you dissolve and I learn you more into my hands, your warmth cupping you into something tender and breakable, an intuitive stream of lip-trace over your shaking beak husks, winglike wraiths, that slip in your sleeping between my fingers, licking the dry shadows of their emptiness. Even as a shell-like, driftwood light-bearing shadow of voiceless language, you find every space in me. The rapidity of light that thinks over every pace, entering me, somnambulant. You never announced your arrival. Unnoticed in a deeper course of blood until the absence is unbearable and the material around is frighteningly delicate. You break against my ears every day. How many shards you have already left? I’m piecing them together, humming into them, a manic invocation into the laws of vibration and matter, improbable, telling sound how to behave so that you stand before me again.
Small profits are made out of the semantics of suicide. The elegance of theory allows another form of escape for radicals. Dissatisfaction is revolt. Unhappiness is essential rebellion. So refuse to be happy. Manufacture resistance, replicate sterilised poor-punk. Pushing purchased academpunk. Punkt. Punctum and the necessity to administer nodes of competence. The high-fidelity preservation systems of nonmilitantantinatalists. Vibrant material representatives of the Neuedemokratische and correct thinking. Warrior scholars, graduates of the fine art of impunity, waging class wars in the hills of Switzerland, on the warm beaches of Malta. Intellectual elite spooning warm oatmeal off of ultramarine tablecloths. The existence of tablecloths. And, sometimes, tables. “Our culture is suffering from ‘circulatory problems’: the waste is backing up”.