To celebrate a huge and awesome new edition of NOÖ Weekly guest-edited by Ani Smith—and featuring Stephen Daniel Lewis, Andrew Borgstrom, Brittany Wallace, Kuzhali Manickavel, Adam J. Maynard, and Melissa Goodrich—I have culled this prose poem featuring all my favorite lines/sentences from this edition's work:
WE WILL ALL BE COUNTRY WESTERN LIES W/ EXCEPTIONAL ORDINALS AROUND HERE MAKING HOMELESS EYE CONTACT IN INDIA AT DUSK DOING HEROIN WITH THE VANISHING HORSE
Tonight, assholes, we are talking about the sky. How sad a world with money will become depends on your approach. Then I drank some Gatorade someone left in the stall because if I had AIDS, I could drink anything. I will smile benevolently at suicidal farmers and encourage them to name their tractors after me. Or we like tattoos that look like necklaces and necklaces that look like skin. Guess what I lied to her. All of my cardigans have defects. There is a baby driving a tractor in the neighbouring field. Watching a Troll on a beach eating a slice of chocolate cake. I’ll know when there are sounds I don’t recognize in the night, braying or some such, and her milk splashes out of her, and her bloody baby horse comes out. I’ll know when I know.