Jennie Cole
Jennie Cole lives in London and makes poems, objects, videos and things-in-between. She is an associate of POLYply, and her work has appeared at/in things like Streetcake, Shunt, MCBA Book Arts Biennial, ArtLacuna Film Festival, Forest Fringe Travelling Sounds Library, Runnymede Literary Festival, Exploding Cinema, and Caesura Gallery. Sometimes she writes articles on arts & culture. Visit her at rauner.tumblr.com
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N E W S r e a d e r
who voices
tumbled yields
awake in its tubes
its press
who, caught by frictions
regards the front of the screen
over
stacking files
awake
leading
windows
sales by region
from then on.
who doesn't.
open its eyes
like rare access
the while in headspace
the panel.
bleached, and
[ events ]
who
loaded
this
beaten
cleared
spared
neglected
starved
jailed
sacked
missing
burgeoning.
we took our favourite styles & made a hybrid
an occluded front
charged
come to think of
this network boom
debates
back
it's war deletion
or the spread of data
lean as
sectors in this issue,
goodbye limits
how it's matched
to clapper your rebel district
perfect turnstiles
cut loose
if they fail.
good days, and bad comment markets.
who doesn't thrive on ads,
today's temperatures
wanted
the saw you bring
a menace a harness
continued from page
searched
for sun and moon
for frontage of
banks
beverages
chemicals
alternative energy
continued on page
a cautious
total
comment
[ holdout ]
tides.
devices.
it is enough on your mind.
it is too big
set
to ignore
in the wreckage of the month
our damage
the last-minute content passing
through
who was so
old and new
matched
to lust for words
leafed through by hand
by nation
vantage point
by region
how it's changing
where the figures are miserable ordering,
an environment
charged
dichotomised/creased/uncreased
and tied to performance
tossed
in your specious leads.
the wrong
events
a table
to help you move forward in
your life
or envisage
since it breaks
in various ways fires
vs disasters
vs sports
vs food
shortages
wanting the turn
by hands
snared by offers
and laws
do tell.
twice the normal size
who isn't slow
to embrace
and had been killing lambs
between its wrappers -
a made-up spectacle of zones, your
proud sponsors
the dust kicked up
a hog-butcher
to the world
no longer
open for business
pulled out
for us the treasure
of new data
cut
and run
amok
cabals
of right-wing trainees
in its bowels with cameras
extending
east
into delivery channels,
the nightscreen fringe
as gossip folds
who
embody their bylines, tipping
off affected mailboxes
move
forward
in your life
fatalities by month
who
we serve
with horizontal division:
the party line
this indirect
purchase
of radical highs
to the price of safety
how it's changing
the edge
off the optimism
flaked
your bastard knuckle
like as if it's a free country,
burgeoning
gutter
protests
awash with scruples -
a rising oil star
set to wane
the tax tables
& still buying
empty pockets
independent
unless stated
to cram the allotted space
has also become more
shrinking.
may snare as homes burn
the wrong people
in reference to the covers
a smoking confession.
& within the horoscope flummery
is
its meaty payout
folded
back on a device
who
stumblesJennie Cole lives in London and makes poems, objects, videos and things-in-between. She is an associate of POLYply, and her work has appeared at/in things like Streetcake, Shunt, MCBA Book Arts Biennial, ArtLacuna Film Festival, Forest Fringe Travelling Sounds Library, Runnymede Literary Festival, Exploding Cinema, and Caesura Gallery. Sometimes she writes articles on arts & culture. Visit her at rauner.tumblr.com
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