Wasp Gasp

A new collection of poetry by Barton Smock.I have lived in Ohio and experienced its liminal qualities. Both an antiheaven and an antihell it has the peculiar promise of being illegible from within and without. The narrator's body in Wasp gasp is also illegible in this way vibrating slowly between life death and something else. In this space made by vibration another something-else can emerge in sonic play and folding images. God and dog circle one another then flop onto the ground roll around. I know the demands of a liminal body in a place that won't hold it what that might create. Barton Smock invites a reader to enter that zone too the place that is a mode of being one form of secret (or secret form) revealed: The more internal/ the life the longer/ the past./ A velvet cricket.(Jay Besemer poet author of Men and Sleep)Barton Smock knows something that time also knows continuing & carving out his own path within a rich tradition of surrealist-absurdist poets blazing a poetic path seemingly out of thin air. Smock's poetic is filled with a stark heart & curiosity which leans on the unknown as much or more as on the known. This is the voice of a seer. The voice implores becomes plural rages & laughs & cries & asks. At times a lost & reluctant prophet who heeds that some places exist only after you reach them twice. Smock sees the deepness within himself and perhaps within all living beings in unison. And this may be one of my favorite gifts of Wasp gasp-the poet's way of approaching himself & this very existence with the same amount of integrity imagination & nervous wonder. Wasp gasp is a poetry of astoundment which I can foresee standing the test of time simultaneously with Al-Khazneh Machu Picchu & Stone Henge alike.( Daniel Cyran poet curator and editor of Anvil Tongue)