ANTHROPOCENOMA by Chuck Richardson
A mapping of word and thought metastases to co-here (in now of us all) the crazed pathological death-life energies of our age – Richardson takes the notes inside my own head, at least, and probably taps a collective despair, why everyone can’t rouse out of diseased, disfiguring, disaster consciousness. “Sleep requires optimism. We dream of sleeping.” Planetary accord? No hope, but it is something, this general re-cognition of or against humans’ dominion over earth as a totalizing, cancerous, growth. —Magus Magnus
A mapping of word and thought metastases to co-here (in now of us all) the crazed pathological death-life energies of our age – Richardson takes the notes inside my own head, at least, and probably taps a collective despair, why everyone can’t rouse out of diseased, disfiguring, disaster consciousness. “Sleep requires optimism. We dream of sleeping.” Planetary accord? No hope, but it is something, this general re-cognition of or against humans’ dominion over earth as a totalizing, cancerous, growth. —Magus Magnus
A mapping of word and thought metastases to co-here (in now of us all) the crazed pathological death-life energies of our age – Richardson takes the notes inside my own head, at least, and probably taps a collective despair, why everyone can’t rouse out of diseased, disfiguring, disaster consciousness. “Sleep requires optimism. We dream of sleeping.” Planetary accord? No hope, but it is something, this general re-cognition of or against humans’ dominion over earth as a totalizing, cancerous, growth. —Magus Magnus
A mapping of word and thought metastases to co-here (in now of us all) the crazed pathological death-life energies of our age – Richardson takes the notes inside my own head, at least, and probably taps a collective despair, why everyone can’t rouse out of diseased, disfiguring, disaster consciousness. “Sleep requires optimism. We dream of sleeping.” Planetary accord? No hope, but it is something, this general re-cognition of or against humans’ dominion over earth as a totalizing, cancerous, growth. It’s beyond personal; this book – through “quanta feeling the qualia of know things” – is disembodied bioluminosity charting our out-of-control technocapital power excrescence, what Gaia’s trying to shrug off, or self-cure. Malignancies past healing. Its text states, “Every/thing exist sting must be/contra/dicted.” Is poetry thus gainsaid? These are writings for when there’s nothing left to say.
—Magus Magnus
Chuck Richardson’s ANTHROPOCENOMA charges head first at the structures that embalm us in a world of thoughtless repetition and mindless consumption, exposing it to the light of some potential for a more just and open world of relation and sense. Pulling no punches, Richardson shatters the language of daily unacknowledged oppression and submission, breaking it into phonemic bits he re-composes in bursts of revelation, outrage, and judgment. Endlessly formally inventive, these poems unleash a kind of noise machine out of whose sound fields emerge a fragmented vision of a beyond the pale in which the human is abandoned for a thinking of true equality with the world, and the responsibility that goes along with that.
—Michael Boughn
Chuck Richardson is the author of six books of fiction and poetry, published by BlazeVOX. He lives in Buffalo, New York.
Book Information:
· Paperback: 176 pages
· Binding: Perfect-Bound
· Publisher: BlazeVOX [books]
· ISBN: 978-1-60964-283-9