I did find a self-penned description online, some excellent excerpts follow:
Ever smelled blood in the morning?
I don't mean like you cut yourself shaving
or sliced a finger making sandwiches.
I mean wholesale blood,
buckets and slabs and sheets of blood,
bloodwet smocks and bloodwarm knives,
wheels and hooks that sing of blood.
All the studs and all the steers,
pregnant cows and yearling virgins,
faces pressed to the messcaked ass of the next in line,
butchers bloodcrust black to elbow,
trolleyhook, legsplay, nose and lips, ears all shorn...
Speak once
before your tongue gets gone
and fat federal inspectors come much in your guys,
before your blood is everywhere,
before your blood is on everyone's hands,
before only this quiet space and the cleanup crew know
the price of a place in the herd.
"I'm an artmag editing performance poet who mechanics for hire/trade by request only — I do not solicit others. I'm located in a quonset hut on a backroad and if necessary you could go so far as to rebuild here. ... I don't do freeloaders and my tools don't leave the shop without me, ever... I work on my rigs because I got tired of being ripped off by shops who either hate VW's or old hippies who smoke pot while they work on your car... Favorite beer type: Micro brands."
I'll have to find more of his stuff - I love the portmanteau words, the grimy stink and muck of the scene, and something slightly less gory as a denouement.
Bloodsong
Hugh Hosman
I don't mean like you cut yourself shaving
or sliced a finger making sandwiches.
I mean wholesale blood,
buckets and slabs and sheets of blood,
bloodwet smocks and bloodwarm knives,
wheels and hooks that sing of blood.
All the studs and all the steers,
pregnant cows and yearling virgins,
faces pressed to the messcaked ass of the next in line,
butchers bloodcrust black to elbow,
trolleyhook, legsplay, nose and lips, ears all shorn...
Speak once
before your tongue gets gone
and fat federal inspectors come much in your guys,
before your blood is everywhere,
before your blood is on everyone's hands,
before only this quiet space and the cleanup crew know
the price of a place in the herd.
hey man - that's my work - and i've been in Viet Nam now for 10 years - people get blown up here; a bit less fuzzy metaphysically
ReplyDeleteif you liked that piece you should chk out:
"96 Nudes"
Jonathan Kline
he's brilliant
ah & ps: hughhosman@gmail.com
ReplyDeleteif you really want to read some other pieces: if a body's gonna blog, yours seems a decent use of time