CONLEY LOWRANCE |
Poet | Co-Editor of the New Sincerity |
A blog dedicated to surrealism, aesthetics, and glam rock.

 

uutpoetry:

Kandinsky. Improvisation No. 30.
The death wheels just keep rolling in systematic bold shells of sealight
that guise up: on urban sparkle wearing kitchens or ancillary cups.

uutpoetry:

Kandinsky. Improvisation No. 30.

The death wheels just keep rolling
in systematic bold shells of sealight

that guise up: on urban sparkle
wearing kitchens
or ancillary cups.

–let us not lose sight of the fact that the idea of Surrealism aims quite simply at the total recovery of our psychic force by a means which is nothing other than the dizzying descent into ourselves, the systematic illumination of hidden places and the progressive darkening of other places, the perpetual excursion into the midst of forbidden territory, and that there is no real danger of its activities coming to an end so long as man still manages to distinguish an animal from a flame or a stone–heaven help, I say, the Surrealist idea from beginning to progress without its ups and downs.

Second Manifesto of Surrealism, André Breton  (via thespiritcodes)

Except for that it was automatically the century
before this one. Thus we are made aware of the continuity of times that were, and time itself is revealed not as a series of rooms but a single corridor stretching into the truth: an alpine pasture, with a few goats and, in the distance, a hovel. It is high noon.

John Ashbery (via uutpoetry)

3 Poems by Conley Lowrance

columbiajournal:

Conley Lowrance can make a hangover sound poetic. Check out three of his poems:

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Poetry by Conley Lowrance

HANGOVERS

In the mornings, I wake to watch white dogs—
leashed with ribbons of dew—hide behind buildings.
Above me, the gutters are filled with hyacinths
& I can hear the…

YES!

A Writer's Life: Spending time with Cynthia Schemmer in Philadelphia | Longtail | Impose Magazine

impstrength:

so excited to share this profile of cynthia schemmer that i wrote for impose. she’s such an inspiring person, and i had a blast hanging out with her in philly for a day. check it out!

So I got three poems up at Columbia Journal, including this one. Check ‘em out!! They’re full of everything you’d like to read. 

In the street, stars collide,
parts of their bodies
breaking off
like chunks of salt.

Still, you hold her,
you’re not letting go.
She’s the bright-colored
bird with real feathers
and a toy heart, or
toy feathers and a real
heart.

When all this started
you were lying on a couch.
Now your rise
through the ceiling,
now you’re roiled in a cloud,
now you’re rain falling
toward its target: a room in flames.

Gregory Orr, “Muse of Midnight,” from The Caged Owl: New & Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2002)