Transgender Organ Driver
by Julian Semilian
Spuyten Duyvil: NY
$10.00, 60 pp.
Transgender Organ Grinder is a Transcendental Transylvanian's tropic of triumph. Julian Semilian has gleaned from Rimbaud, and has applied his findings to a spontaneous backbeat fused with a surreal bop. Poetry occurs:
For if I is another I is an is and not an am so don't think you're so smart crawling up here to correct my grammar. I do these lexical acrobatics like I see fit. To the right a gypsy and his bear draw a crowd.
Self-reflective sometimes, alliterative always. Callipygian assonance. Collages of Apocalypse within the tender entrails. Semilian has fun divining the inspired. Let him in! "These are the days of the poet spy!"
A deep and lethal absurdity for the new millennium, borne from complex understructures of metonymical mindbend, his praxis is to neutralize by forcing frightwork into the zone of amnesia. The formulations of disciplinary hose flounder in a whirling spin of lemurs, forcing one to peer into the cross-eyed civets of self-contempt, but with lollipops instead of pistols, aspiring to the fulgurant fingers of the amber Imponderable!
Daring words verging on the future through a delving of the past. Prophecy occurs, in language at least. These prose poems redirect our anisettes to the detour of the Decadents.
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