N7ostradamus by Travis Macdonald
This is a book written from a spirited and volatile unconscious. Read it when it's raining, or at night, or with your eyes completely closed. —Bhanu Kapil
This is a book written from a spirited and volatile unconscious. Read it when it's raining, or at night, or with your eyes completely closed. —Bhanu Kapil
This is a book written from a spirited and volatile unconscious. Read it when it's raining, or at night, or with your eyes completely closed. —Bhanu Kapil
Prophesy much? Every single prediction in Travis Macdonald's neo-Oulipian horologue N7ostradamus is guaranteed to come true in some possible language game for some possible community of language users—or you get your Mongoloid back, ten centenarians on the dolt.
—K. Silem Mohammad
To "adapt." To deflect "entities." To "autocue." Travis Macdonald's book of predictions possesses a playful and dark momentum. Questions of "trembling" and "submerged" experience mix with a joy in production that takes a body where it does not, at first, want to go: towards a "sense." Or: "bonus." Or: "blaze." But whose body is burning up? And what do you see where the fire "ebbs"? This is a book written from a spirited and volatile unconscious. Read it when it's raining, or at night, or with your eyes completely closed.
—Bhanu Kapil
Travis Macdonald has herein saddled up the old Oulipian warhorse, N+7, in order to expose it as the perpetual filly it is. Fine linguistic leapings, lovely literary gambolings — "the functions, firecracker from the slacker" — abound. Long dead Nostradamus, who saw all these centuries, gets fresh eyes here: ours.
—Laird Hunt
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Travis Macdonald’s poetry and prose has appeared in print and online
Book Information:
· Paperback: 168 pages
· Binding: Perfect-Bound
· Publisher: BlazeVOX [books]
· ISBN: 978-1-60964-009-5