First Review of Slow Living by Notty Bumbo


Linearity is discouraged.
After an immersion in Slow Living, by Kenyatta JP Garcia, from West Vine Press
By Notty Bumbo
How he said it. How it got here, gets here, sends messages, goes sideways, across time and back, bounces history across personal synapses. This is a work unfolding, a journey despite its most ardent desire to locate a fixed point from which to observe, debate, break open anything within view or hidden behind unreason. From the Greeks to the Geeks, a brief mention of (the first) Hannibal, and never depositing two hundred dollars, Kenyatta goes and goes, his prose opposes fixed coordinates, this/these poems unfolding origami-like before the limits of understanding. A diary of mad fun and sullen rectitude, careening around my skull in philosophical glee. I suspect “JP” means Jet Propelled, or Just Perusing, or Jamming Profundity. I give this book an easy ninety-nine with a bullet– you can dance to it, all right, all night, outta sight!

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Another’s Lines


Some days reading is more a task of imagination – staring – off the page

instead of following scripts

Sometimes early on,

moving late into night

words

are more shards

than window or mirror

Each page alternates between

one last chance and one time

The blazed path is somehow rocky

and switchbacks

switch no more

the slope is angled

almost 90 degrees

and the road cut

right up the median

The blanket a half inch of wool, cotton or snow

all seen a good chance against this

City and country both real

but the words so strewn

make no stops

at either station

Then this pen has to equip itself for travel

to the end

not being reached

today

in another’s lines

Relying On


Relying on no entrance

thought becomes

is

and therefore

thinks for itself

 

Processing an exit

as continuity

 

Fearing its own disjoint

as the essence

of death

 

Which also has no reliance.

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Calculated Risks


in extremes

play is troublesome

whether with fire

or ending in frostbite.

direction has no inborn

decisiveness

about whom to hurt

yet

accidents happens

according to

calculated risks.

Or, maybe it doesn’t sit so well

with what else was

swallowed

and beyond ozone, ionosphere

to outer reaches becoming penitent

feel revenge     -hereditary-

of temptation

turned sour.

But Guess Again


What sentiment is so equally shared

valley

and

precipice

?

Absolute has no relation to

actual

tether’s hold is not another

way of saying

relation- empathy returned

the book of resemblances

was not written in sympathetic

sounds

 

vowels harmonize given the opportunity

 

clusters also

are broken

when chance is had

 

but guess again for stars draw            long and short

of clouds in distances varied from

cones and needles

pine.

HANDMADE


Come stripped

Enter nude

Without nuance

Pretense of support

*  * *

Beyond honest

What’s most superlative?

* * *

The tabletop has circles brushed

into its whatever-it-is

surface

to feel

handmade

* * *

Virtue is tugged

by its opposite

to see what dolor

has been painted.

* * *

Dull and moist

city streets-

what does urbane

mean?

How is it used

today

not as in Verlaine’s

day

 

Not Victorian

but currently

in the post-contemporary

sense

 

After the passing

of the Avant and Van-

guard?

 

Where maybe

question marks

shouldn’t be used

or capitalized

(meaning turned

on its head

for preguntas)