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CrouseHeadlines

John Crouse

2001 • 70 pp. • $12.00
ISBN: 9781882022403
Poetry

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“An Experience & Engine Of Spicerian Dictation Disbursed Until It Hurts,” John Crouse’s Headlines Invites A Reader To Step Outside & “Make A World Taste Good.” Complex As Hell (“Not Knowing What Direction The Airs In”) & Conjugating Humanity Above & Beneath The Soil The Ghost Of These Headlines Ushers In A Convolute United States “Snuggled At Doubled Loop Ripe Breasts” On All Fours. Pull The Floor Out. Cagney & Flann O’Brien Meet Clark Coolidge & Sam Fuller On Whitman’s Rails. “Does It Mix?” Post-Trend (NOT Marsalis Neo-Bop) Ears Work At The Dissonant Notes, Dirt Roughened Edges & What’s ‘Wrong’ Standing Against “The Poetry Of The Complacent.” How To Spock? Perfect Melting Delicious Moments Breathe. ‘A Hick Appeared In A Montgomery Clift’. The Writing Of Headlines Becomes A Complete Wonder.
—Andrew Levy

In Headlines, John Crouse’s chancy motion measure allows all sorts of rolling specifics to place and pace themselves. The “plot” builds and recedes in layers, like bricks, or sand, townhouses, or dictionary entries. Often, miss dear grit! He’s on to something, tremendous, jarringly appealing.
—Elizabeth Treadwell

In his Headlines John Crouse pains takes the pretenses of our collectively mediated consciousnesses. “Really Going To Saw On Something Tangible.” Read all about it!
—Rod Smith

Each word in John Crouse’s Headlines is capitalized so that they are sensual, alone, blowholes — one word many things — or as he says “Comprehensive Azures Contiguous Stacks Floating.” It’s as if one’s reading it is an alphabet that changes experiencing: “I Saw Me Backward Yesterday. Have It Float.”
—Leslie Scalapino

About the Author

John Crouse has written Lapses (1995), Eventings (1999), Belows (2001), Hunkers (2001), Headlines (2001), Prefaces ( 2001), Conscripts (2003), Jimmys (2003), Speechings (2004), Huddles (2006), and Obstructs (forthcoming from Spectacular Diseases).

Also by John Crouse:
Lapses

Excerpt

Soon As The Ghost Gives Up The Clock Ticks. Clip It More A Notation, Weld To Flow, Fold To Meld. So Nukefam To Dennying The Peater O Funky Pix Way Drainsing So All Catering At Meaty Remove.
Shorter, It Shortens. Those To Tell Through Pitch Of Their Laughing & Smelly Liquid Quieting Nights By Closed Matchbooks Big & Black Spelling It Of Pretty Jade.

May I Are Actually Entire Earnestly Desired Past, That Unpracticed, Gushingly Clean Sweet Slate Calling Fur His Shot.

See If His Pictures Refit Means Rewrote. Crises Of A Moment As He Discards He, Theres Narrative. Loose Limbs His Books Done Rungs, Velvet Furs Overplush…

Read To The Letter Days Scripture Taxbracket Instructions Sure As Blown Dynamos Funnelthrob Days Out Waking In Vomit. Miracles Posturing Orebuckets Tuck Aftermaths To Grunt Rushing In Who Perhaps Was Shine W/Yr Baby Equals Right Then Tested Oaths Of Ally My motorcycle.

Slackcasket Reeling Prehensile Jabs Inconsistent W/Symphony As Soon Scabs Glade.

Waves What Must Continually Sentences Peel Away.

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