“Intro” by Old Canes

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What is the dread that glows in constantly beginning? A tightly feathered melody gathers in shallow wake, something bent by being held, voices, and suddenly that effect curves out in a crumpled spill, complexity forming as much interruption as accumulation. Song as sudden Northwest Passage, crashing, impossible. Is there a fear in that gathering? Poems, when they begin toward themselves, threaten with a desire for scale. Not monuments, but obsessions. I’m churning in that spot, even after it’s started, unsure, giddy. You can hear that in “Intro,” not control, but devotion. Opening Feral Harmonic, it’s the collapse that inaugurates the album’s heavy whimsy, all strain and joy. Is it a pleasure to devote yourself to light when light is also pollution? I get a text on Tuesday morning, “Coming through Akron tonight. Any chance of setting up a show?” That night, our basement. I’m there screaming: “Something’s going to happen.”

-Nick Sturm

nick katyNick Sturm is the author of several chapbooks, including Labor Day (Forklift, OH) with Carrie Lorig and I Was Not Even Born (Coconut) with Wendy Xu. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Black Warrior, Typo, jubilat, PEN, and Best American Nonrequired Reading 2014. A full-length book, How We Light, was published by H_NGM_N in 2013.

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