Andrew Cantrell
DUSK OF CLEARING
Andrew Cantrell has recent work appearing or forthcoming in SPECS, Arsenic Lobster, Beecher's Magazine, Emergency INDEX, Heavy Feather Review, Posit, Lana Turner, Upstairs at Duroc, AlteredScale, Pocket Litter, and Anomalous. He lives in Chicago where he works as a union organizer, does things with words, and co-curates PSA Projects, an itinerant, experimental screening series. He recently completed a residency in Literary Arts at the Banff Centre.
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DUSK OF CLEARING
The room what's more took on (what's) more Took on a darker and it in its displacement In imagined disguises in alluring glances In atmospheric rudiments held a like or a double Hope alone of a desired image along/among A daemon simultaneity of influence and Standing by less lured than barely bound by any One else a diminished expression (submerged) Disguising itself costumed experience accustomed To root to thoughts (dry rot in a dry room) as it wills Despite hunger and through sluggish bends present or Pre-sent the fickleness or the indifference it has to have Involuntary to itself to save an examined day: difficult Long frequent STARS AND SLANTING Not lost but becoming although also Of being or tense this translation Itself a mannequin sense immensely longer Immediately and lingering still strewn upon The present minutes like the last How it has that increase of the new How It longer rather believes alone along a mile or less Across a relief unannounced and especially                [Despite anything of new concerning now] To us who are actually or (as before) gladly And painfully no longer ourselves among years no stronger alike or our selves at all Our sculptural Life-like contemplation time-like of this experience Of a minute longer is no longer forsaken in instants No longer hostile if nonetheless not elated EXTENSION WAS A RIDDLE Compared by exotic passages                [satanic] [accidentally] Motion before the next breath left Beneath the quick the thick glance This dosage depressive of this yielding And across an/d entirely spatial itself And they themselves formulated they Themselves certain of already perceived Moments now come to hand and to any Number of things a climax underlying This radically exclusively immediately Is nonetheless a confirmation a doubt a Sense quiet amiable that here that (any how) There's an adapting profoundly more To recall entirely spatial themselves already Perceived moments. PROXIMITY Passages haunt tones of although glowing Of although oneself or an operation                [In one play a double possibility] A noteworthy a proximity To a first difficulty to a relation                [Certainly it's somewhere] To that insensibly endlessly intensified immensity that's yet to be lost or With displacement to be seated Or in Traveling its motion a feeling first out of This yielding to An elated or an elevated doubt Within mental a suspension within ornamental A proximity to our first to our difficult relation HUSKS THE HUSH A factory for sense for a murder banal And hardly self-absorbed (still) a certain Friendliness or altogether a silence between One and another Just as first just as restive A memory of oneself arrested in well-known Figures forms gently in figures forming constellations and in suddenly and in still gently A sensation now perceived now understood Now abrupt from ages which had first perceived - I said to myself – really, I seconded it – as that duration Once meant to be subject to (everything) to a Sunken to a far-away-from-coming factory for sense
Andrew Cantrell has recent work appearing or forthcoming in SPECS, Arsenic Lobster, Beecher's Magazine, Emergency INDEX, Heavy Feather Review, Posit, Lana Turner, Upstairs at Duroc, AlteredScale, Pocket Litter, and Anomalous. He lives in Chicago where he works as a union organizer, does things with words, and co-curates PSA Projects, an itinerant, experimental screening series. He recently completed a residency in Literary Arts at the Banff Centre.
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