Oily Doily by Alyssa Perry, Bench Editions, 2024
Around me everyone at the coffee house at the shop of beverage is speaking of illness enthusiastically kidney & heart failure I don’t want to cut this short but busy falling failing “in love” I think
“Is it the business of death to leave the heart so open at the last or is this a pleasure art takes”
says Alyssa Perry in her poem “Screenings” in her screen poemings “all the requests” ambient & otherwise then the the question is Moore’s who, too, dislikes it I like it this post-post “Oscar buzz!!” made Marianne made Elizabeth into screentime LCDtime LSD Soundsystem “the band is in a great spot right” I like this “A swan” “A swan a swan / a silver swan” automaton post-internet fuzzbucket when has a poem made me understand my screen the Screen of looking between down up in between the pixels of rice “arts venues” “violent outbursts” craft & collection there is the pause suspiciously quiet oh we are looking at our phones now I love looking at this book its gross yellow -green cover the pages I turn with my fingers the enterprise of it sitting on a windowsill near the toilet the pleasure of this sitting “doing the business” the slow death that comes dropping down the page