Andrew Cantrell



ITS LINE STRAYS INTO THE WORLD

What concerns us in    ambiguous 
across the sky    in the axis or

tense    of a daubed stone wall    is a 
beguilement    Although stone-submerged eyes   

always will instigate    from translation    
So we would always resemble the 

porcelain which we had enveloped    
For to be of concern is to begin 

beguilement    A transition simultaneously 
a luminous something that was promised 

us    and another travel imagined 
as transverse    each bearing ourselves  and 

ornamental    in our resistance



SLOWNESS


I did not absorb much of what    those
minutes    only they seem strewn with loss    led 

to    over on the cellar floor    (stylize 
words here somewhat)    and our sudden exit 

from the train    But when I tired of their strain    
I could always find something like two seconds 

at the close of the only situations 
that are    minutes    still   

Andrew Cantrell's poems have appeared in Exact Change Only and Beecher's Magazine, and his performances have been documented in Emergency Index. He lives in Chicago where he works as a union organizer, does things with words, organizes occasional intermedia projects involving poetry, sound, and social practice, and co-curates an experimental screening series. He holds an MA and PhD (ABD) in English from the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, and studied labor relations at Cornell University.
 
 
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