from G
The following work is from the book G, forthcoming from Futurepoem in 2018.
Gridded G Rows of solidified vowels Rid of etcetera so Growth Certain substances in sta lled what wattage might G Peopled a surface tension
Off grid. There are vowels here and etcetera which G and me remove. G, myself.
Milkweed. What wattage is G cause certain moments we merge and a complex and
peopled surface tension translates to innumerable questions. From the air, a small
rectangle. And various wattages a relationship between two people. A figure and a
ground. The growth of. Such tension makes for an electric garden of G, G, G, G, G.
As a hinder houses As a help for Grmr As a horsehairseen As a remember it G As a homely truuth As a fodder Ground
When one is afraid of losing something, one decides to hold the thing. The thing is a
person, an item, a piece of scenery, a time, on and on. This attachment touch. Natural?
The garden. Natural? Is G merely this hindrance? A capital H being three lines.
Arranged to make a gate.
The house timely overtook G Was wooded and WEED QUICKER Bedded said railroad track So: thistle wild garlic me! Metallic such that my pixel Is wilder still ate the fol iage threw up began again G
The house no doubt overtaken by weeds. WEED QUICKER he says he says but it may
look better ruined I say. And in ruin so too my pixels become analog. Line Line Line. | | |
What we found on the railroad tracks and took into the house. What we took from one
site to another. We cited and are still centering in the mind using I, me, mine.
My tooth is an outdoor stat ue or a hue said the oceans I then ran out to whatevers The instructions take cares Root pull burn get coverage
A small piece of something pulled from the ground. I is root. The ocean how many miles
away? An inland person and a coastal. We two plus land. I’m working something out. I’ll
do whatever I can. We say the previous two lines simultaneously.
A mountain enters escape G Heeding autumn to post Gar den screenshot normalizing
The aroused use different vocables. The mountain does this. The sublime, etc. The term
spirit world may induce panic. G | | | ROUND. Consistent spinning. Do you feel
at home?
Recycled fabric wrap Turn around go away: Hand the outside ove r to the yard interp ret the paper drying To stay the same fig
There’s always a buried note. Mistook the leaf for a human hand. The hand of dirt under
nails running down the slant of hillside. Super vertical. No, come closer.
The note steps hence I Into the field idea of To field the selfnesss Crinkle molten under G The wordfield into uni verse sounds like a ha
Hence the field the field the field. To those who are new, it sounds like a habitat. Or
a ha! Note this though the self under the wordfield SLEEPS. (So it said on the white barn
beside the highway. ASAP got online).
Emmalea Russo is an interdisciplinary artist and writer. Using language, sculpture, and photography, she explores edge spaces in physical environments and human consciousness. She is the author of several chapbooks and an artist book and has exhibited/performed visual work at SCREEN_, Kent Place Gallery, Knockdown Center, Poets House, and elsewhere. She was a resident at Lower Manhattan Cultural Council's Workspace program from 2016–2017 and recent work has appeared in The Brooklyn Rail and BOMB. Her forthcoming books are G (Futurepoem, 2018) and Wave Archive (BookThug, 2019).