Death TV 1 - 6
by Colby Somerville
With illustrations and handmade covers by Mollie Goldstrom.
If the command and control computer of an MQ1 Predator Drone was up every night listening to La Monte Young and reading Mallarmé’s A Throw of the Dice Will Never Abolish Chance, this is the type of apian poetry it would create: a network theory hymnal from the coming middle ages.
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Death TV channel surfs the contemporary world with attentions that seem both fractured and piercingly attuned. Ultimately and expertly, the author compels us back to news from which we keep trying to avert our gaze (“in perpetual terror/as in the old html saw”). This poem has the charge of a tiny, idiosyncratic epic. Both global and uncomfortably local, Colby Somerville’s writing demonstrates that he has a Cassandra-like admonitory gift:
my soul went droning through the hours,
befriending as i feared them, powers.