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J. H. Prynne. Red D Gypsum.

Not available in the Freemantle/ Bloodaxe Poems, this sequence repeats in a raised flash the monstrous singularity of Prynne's commitment, to a new poetic ratio so propitiative and so retarding and already so famously beautiful. Alert even to the slender margin of abated cynic watchfulness in Her Weasels Wild Returning and For The Monogram, historic and exorbitantly new, Red D Gypsum strikes down a song for us as no-one else has ever quite been able.

1-903488-02-8. 1998. 20 pp. OUT OF PRINT

The bark running with sperm, fierce fox-cry repeated,
now receding across a trail of scouring must. Flouted
and back over, assault prime screening flipped, iron
par resentment. No charge, no hit. Infer from silence
a fire burning steroid scrim, corrupted interview one
by wasted one to outrun narrowly the starter pack. By
the brim tip macabre and violent fast stertor browsed
with teeth upraise in root channel, lucky dip to rot.

Temper casting promotes kenotic revamp cross to plant
latifundia at a division line, to cap his flask and swerve
past gaps for wind and storm. To smash this hazard beam
with yellow lights returning, snooping up agaric bulbs
under long wind throw, sonic revision screaming echoes:
avulsed by slung jollops in fear of hardship overshot
cascade soral membrane, xylem star retes up in flames
licked under, crepitate the knock racket fumigant spar.