Place[meant]: Claire Marie Stancek

Place[meant] is a recurring series that explores identity beyond the geopolitical and physical parameters that have come to define our sense of place. From a train in Queens to the cuff of a bodily spell, the poems in this series navigate place as both material terrain and residual traces of one’s memory. Place[meant] delves into how migration, diaspora, borders, technologies of power and control, biopolitics, and historical violence shape our identities, the powers of which are anything but benign.


//|{invoke _night*[spell]

 

happened that night escaped from the menagerie
song fragment happened night escaped
spread “ “evil

like butter like birds
wet with blood smacking into glass
night escaping         Medusa’s hair into light

like obscene infinity : evil
they say is that
which is unintelligible or  [[it threatens to return forever     live

arrived what continues
to haunt us a : dream that could only have been _dreamt in dark/burgeon
bruised in somnambulance bruising : impious : holding a book

and a gun the gun covered
in words the book
covered in oil the oil

was riot or the color
of what magically survives its physical annihilation
which is riot and it spoke //

__the borders you recognize will consume you
women who are evil are said to be “possessed”
for what are you searching

bite the head of a live dick
rubs sticks/stones together
song fragment covered] in oil

a new night more dark                 is take

and what it does                    place take

in the world                     places take

over created ungod /night
sun goes out ++with it the stars and happened
masscrash in dark all the planes felled dark downing

masscrash dark trainscrash in utter night
demonic myth model
darkness spreads fucks     up borders between things

what were rhythmic and periodic textures of human life
spirit attack : become : indistinguishable : a spectral dimension
similar enchantments among remote ancestors

winged with an owl’s feathers|| holding a book and a gun
for what are you searching says night
trance be on you somnambulance

security camera happened
that a blue horse escaped
like what was the idea of nature

escaped the night
their hearts burned( their limbs trembling
barbed_with a thorn +continues to haunt masscrash

outer darkness come inner everyone
on the sidewalk masscrash cease
rest what //you were seeking arrived already dark pull

spilled inglorious fruit ^no light
yawn of the night
invoke what is already gone

 

 

 

[spill]

 

outer darkness come inner everyone
bite the head of a live dick
they say is that
women who are evil are said to be “possessed”
spilled inglorious fruit ^no light
security camera happened

what were rhythmic and periodic textures of human life
of what magically survives its physical annihilation
masscrash dark trainscrash in utter night
bruised in somnambulance bruising : impious : holding a book
sun goes out ++with it the stars and happened

 

similar enchantments among remote ancestors

escaped the night
__the borders you recognize will consume you
in the world places take
trance be on you somnambulance
spread “ “evil
masscrash in dark all the planes felled dark downing
barbed_with a thorn +continues to haunt masscrash
spirit attack : become : indistinguishable : a spectral dimension
arrived what continues
happened that night escaped from the menagerie
rubs sticks/stones together
was riot or the color

their hearts burned( their limbs trembling

 

to haunt us a : dream that could only have been _dreamt in dark/burgeon

that a blue horse escaped
wet with blood smacking into glass
over created ungod /night
in words the book
yawn of the night

song fragment covered] in oil
and what it does place take
on the sidewalk masscrash cease

and a gun the gun covered
like butter like birds
night escaping Medusa’s hair into light
song fragment happened night escaped

demonic myth model

which is unintelligible or [[it threatens to return forever                     live

which is riot and it spoke //

covered in oil the oil

rest what //you were seeking arrived already dark pull

 

for what are you searching
winged with an owl’s feathers|| holding a book and a gun
for what are you searching says night
like what was the idea of nature

darkness spreads fucks up borders between things

a new night more dark is take

like obscene infinity : evil
invoke what is already gone

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