Showing posts with label Rus Khomutoff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rus Khomutoff. Show all posts

Saturday, November 23, 2019

Repent,revive,respire by Rus Khomutoff






to Nico


Hyraxia savior complex/ dreams are
lost memories of lineated time
The situation that exists signalling through
the flames, dreamcore season of stone voices
ghost in the ghost shuttlepod teleporting us
back to reason
Giving and receiving consideration in a hundred ways, diving deep with temperance burned from the 

mind's eye
Betadine wake of space beyond silence,
lifeblood irrationalia inamorata path of exile
thought fully detached in the temple of
the blood mirage
ubiquitous earth...
violent work of art divine,
what destroys me frees me
journal of trauma razor skyline
repent,revive,respire





Rus Khomutoff is an experimental language poet based in Brooklyn, NY. Poetry has appeared in San Francisco Review of Books, Proprose Magazine, Mojave Heart Review and Hypnopomp. In 2018, Immaculate Days (Alien Buddha Press) was published. In 2019, Radia was published by Void Front Press.

Saturday, August 17, 2019

To Be Born Everyday: In Conversation with Rus Khomutoff

Radia





DCW: Your latest chapbook, Radia, was released earlier this year, in June; I am hoping you could break down portions of the book, for a prospective reader. What has the reception been like?


RK: It has been a delight!....Placing the emphasis on the elusive, tangential and abstract, the poems in Radia came from a place mystic Osho called the ‘no mind’, a kaleidoscopic collage so to speak. Most of the poems in Radia were written at night-they are seeped in nocturnal stillness. The earliest poem in the book was written in January, it was the dedication to Scott Weiland. I even thought about another project centered on this poem with Kristopher Biernatsky of Dink Press. Undertow was another early poem that set the tone of Radia. I posted it to my blog at Authors database, and it got a healthy reaction. At the time I was reading a lot of experimental writing, and one day I discovered Louis Armand’s Menudo, this book breathed new life into me-especially the fragmentary nature of its narrative. I dedicated a poem to Armand! Jackson Pollock was a huge influence in writing Radia, my words are applied in the same way Pollock painted. Another poem I am really proud of is Imminent connoisseur of heaven & abysses. It is dedicated to French filmmaker Jean Luc Godard, whose latest film Image Book startled me! Another special poem for me is my collaboration with the late Felino A. Soriano, who you also knew.  The influence of poets like Ric Carfagna, Jukka- Pekka Kervinen and Peter Ganick on me is immeasurable. The book has been very well received by people. I have people who live in France and Australia who have bought Radia


DCW: What brings you to poetry?


RK: It’s been quite a journey really! I only started thinking about poetry in 2015. I had a near death experience earlier that year, it was when I returned home from the hospital a voice urged me to write!


DCW: So far, you’ve released 2 books of poetry in as many years. What do you do to stay motivated, to keep writing, to keep working? What inspires you these days?


RK: I’ve been blessed….I never expected to be an author! Immaculate Days was first published as an ebook on Smashwords. I discovered Alien Buddha Press from Felino A. Soriano! Radia was a tad easier. I published several poems in Void Front Press’s zine Explaining death to children, after that James Harris the head of Void Front Press asked if I was interested in putting together a chapbook, naturally I said yes. Many things inspire me: Art, music, news, a beautiful concoction of everything. I draw inspiration from the askew, occult and paranormal- a kind of unauthorized reality


DCW: Do you believe in the muse? What are your ideas of the muse?


RK: Strongly!

Oftentimes there’s a charge propelling my words that’s hard to explain. That’s when the writing is raw and palpable. I love this Osho quote:

The really creative person is not interested in dominating anybody. He is so utterly rejoicing in life — he wants to create, he wants to participate with God. Creativity is prayer. And whenever you create something, in those moments you are with God, you walk with God, you live in God. The more creative you are the more divine you are. To me, creativity is religion. Art is just the entrance to the temple of religion.

I have a line in one of my poems “I forced myself to be born everyday.” This is basically my motto.





Rus Khomutoff is an experimental language poet based in Brooklyn, NY. Poetry has appeared in San Francisco Review of Books, Proprose Magazine, Mojave Heart Review and Hypnopomp. In 2018, Immaculate Days (Alien Buddha Press) was published. In 2019, Radia was published by Void Front Press.

Monday, May 13, 2019

99 Infinite by Rus Khomutoff


99 infinite pliable soul
tomorrowland love juice needle eye compulsion
evergreen simmer miracle moon zero escape
not my circus not my clowns
pardon want motion aero dialogue
encore of the redolent drop
warning mash interzone margin
the book of days
autumn thorn halo acid 
phantasm expresso glance
invisible empire hypnotic satellite
jungle crusade holy land prayer
naked galaxy gala walkthrough
There is a diamond part of us that is trying to emerge
paradox kink wild and wonderful
let it be civil wanderlust rampage
sentiment hollow love
renaissance extract delta
this portent stone of cosmic comedy
the other apocrypha
alongside the need to explain
porcelain corridors of the body poetik
the beautiful unspoken





My name is Rus Khomutoff and I am an experimental language poet base in Brooklyn, NY. My poetry has appeared in San Francisco review of books, Proprose magazine, Mojave Heart review and Hypnopomp. In 2018 I published my debut collection Immaculate Days (Alien Buddha Press)

Friday, January 25, 2019

Two Poems by Rus Khomutoff



Zenith temptation


Annex the corporeal night
holy antrum laminating the postmedial push
in an endless series of rituals
that ward off rather than
circumvent
dive into the monster versal
hollow earth, abyss & apex, virgin keen
the sprawl of new immaterialities, interruptions
ruin, allegory, melancholy
anonymous calling
nonsensuous reality rendering everything
as an instrument toward the end of a spectacle
deep breath asylum whim surge
this zenith temptation








Atrocious verse of silence
and toad of nothingness
atrocious page where the wind is silent
territory isolated from melancholy
treasures of insomnia and the plain of silence
over which the rain and words fails
and the wind destroys everything except the word
-Leopoldo Maria Panero

Radia


My heart is elsewhere camouflaged by the
poetic phantom power
church of clarity eminence front
cardinal lamentation dwell
melancholy body sacrilege
tattoo highway insomnia punk equinox
superhorse transfiguration tesseract
deacon anarchy untitled child
and the night ocean I neglected to mention





My name is Rus Khomutoff and I am an experimental language poet base in Brooklyn, NY. My poetry has appeared in San Francisco review of books, Proprose magazine, Mojave Heart review and Hypnopomp. In 2018 I published my debut collection Immaculate Days (Alien Buddha Press)

Tuesday, December 11, 2018

Consequence by Rus Khomutoff



Consequence
to Stanislas Rodanski

Point of contingency
ghost anon tanith
sterling pyramid ritz
electric circus pursuing the unidentified
illustrious explorer
moss polished plume atlas _131
infinite perimeter domain
channel zero new world disorder
arena sky pristine edge
gene of punctured adrenaline
code & chalice
poetic medicine of calm and chaos
news from the far side of nowhere
peripheral drift momentum hotwire
in pursuit of your own seeing
tapping its own ecstatic vein
faceted redundant ironside lectura
peak time of parasites and proximities
reversal awakeness into
sublime surrender
this witnessing of
the magical emergence of potentiality
deep spasm of insight and brilliance




Photo by Victor Cobo

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Undertow by Rus Khomutoff

Undertow


Annihilating the real
venus impossible fathom lines of
a mystery front
in a forever empty vein
satan tango anthropic wildfire
correct wing answer addiction
instamatic endlessness
transformative astonishments
dominion fragments that proclaim a rupture
spitfire ragged edge
children of the decadent pause
on a scatterbrain pedestal nevertheless

Saturday, September 1, 2018

Augusta by Rus Khomutoff


Augusta 

"To search for a meaning is to bring to light a resemblance"
Michel Foucault

Like vast votive bonfires
sinister something of a somewhat
under the cloak of universals
topos running through the bloodstream
this is nothing more than a trail
sporadic shoutout
unvarnished picture of a new age
rather than displaying itself
in its murderous splendor
in the kingdom of latter days
blistering innocence forever
speedy life lodged in rules of good