{ not human enough for the census – poems – Erik Fuhrer }

not human enough for the census
poems, Erik Fuhrer
images, Kimberly Androlowicz
Vegetarian Alcoholic Press, 2019

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A controlled burning of disparate abandon, Erik Fuhrer’s not human enough for the census deadpans, verbatim, the deepened instant. While the wordplay here is surprising, scary, and clinical, it is never created simply in service of becoming, but is instead sung back to both mouth and bullet hole as an unadorned canticle of detached vesselhood. The spacing of the poems coupled with the permissively decaying imagery makes for an unfamiliarity that describes things that are not the things described and breeds recognition on a land owned by embodiment. This is giddily annihilative stuff. Here is the math I did, during: when three of anything exist, it’s always the first and last that worry over how the middle processes apocalypse. The math I didn’t: whether white noise or fog, your machine better be working lest another’s art leave you numberless.

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reflection by Barton Smock

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book is here:
http://www.vegetarianalcoholicpress.com/titles/erik-fuhrer-not-human-enough-for-the-census

person Erik Fuhrer, one poem

Erik Fuhrer holds an MFA from Notre Dame. His work has appeared, or is forthcoming, in BlazeVox, Crab Fat Magazine, Noble/Gas, Dream Pop Press, and Crack the Spine.

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if

if mortar and brick
under tongue and pearl
if the battle of the sparrows
red as fire       that razed
the autumn fields
15 years ago
if the golden man       blessing
the child
with the octagon of his hand

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