No Material

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"In the full light of the world, I have actively hated the isolation of signs. But I’ve saved many lives with such. Dark waves of prey commingle with certain sleeves of risk, playing with the works of blessed zipper beds. The light inside the skull pains me. And its 69 drugs of tormented Aprille. No one cares for the air’s animal disease. Now there are pure telescopes of occluded memory, pears from purity’s errors. As sure as the carpentry starts in flagrant emerald beings."

“Does anyone writing now, or even recently, make English sound so bristingly and kinetically alive? I don’t think so.” —Kirsten (Kai) Ihns, author of sundaey

“Losarc Raal’s poetic notebook is most welcome today when an irreverent, asubjective poetics of modernist-surrealist stripe has been all but silently escorted from the premises of North American poetry, with evil flowers subordinated to a pseudo-left personal, political, or environmentalist moralism. With a vocabulary more alarmingly varied than entire shelves of contemporary verse, this manual against all pieties hammers the conspiracy of marketable somethings. You know nothing of the extreme force of this terrible rupture.” —David Lau, author of Still Dirty

“In No Material, Lorsac Raal. Animatronic graham cracker crust. Lorca Rasal. Show me a rose or leave me alone. Aral Calors. The man who died on television planned to live to be a hundred. Oral Sacral. Viral liverwurst as far as an ass caught in neckwear. Loala Scarr. I wrote at least ten letters. Rascal Rola. Catch me in your inner nest. Lora Scraal. Suddenly impactful mathematical radical. Arc Sallaro. This is not up for debate. Carla Solar. An accidental overdose overdoes it. Cola Larras. Missing masked singer sewing machine swingline staplegun. Sorral Laca. Press the wrong button for the right reason. Carra Llaso. Alright, let’s go, you guys. Caral Alors. Alla Carros. Oscar Ralla.” —Garrett Caples, author of Lovers of Today

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