Installment 41 fuses “Car Poems” and “Anti-Genre” through its collisions of the natural and urban, human and technological, lyric and anti-lyric. These texts by Adrienne Adams are disjointed, jarring, yet strangely choate. *** Hatred Blanks Hatred blanks you out and you can think of nothing but spit. The city still shines despite all our efforts to regurgitate its venom. Wisdom is a sickness that grows inside your head when you sit down in the grey. Down, past the pavements decorating the earth in armour is a song. It has been singing your name since life was born. Even in the...Read More
Author: Adrienne Adams
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