A New Quarantine Will Take My Place by Johannes Göransson

Welcome to Johannes Goransson’s “private genocide,” ground zero for figurative language. Put on your best pig smile and meet the gratuitous martyrs, Kublai Khan, Colin Powell, the jackle-hearted masses, Herman Melville, Egyptian dogs, and the Coca-Cola Cowboys. They’re all in the burning barn at the Big Dance where the Ballad of the Pig Circus plays like a torso full of “October of birds.” Beauty becomes “a riddle doused in gasoline” in this Postmodern epic that mixes surrealist impulses with L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E-esqe prosody. Notions of genre are demolished and language itself seems relegated to a wildly impossible epistemological space that is something akin to “whispering in hammers” or “speaking in silhouettes.” If this sounds confusing, don’t worry, the poet has sewn it all together with a “travesty of stitches,” and he has “left his body inside the allegory.” The poet satirizes, prods, pastiches, and “grotesquerizes” until every assumption we have, cultural or personal, crumbles in a bizarre and re-invented idiom.

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