Zachary Brett Charles
Breaking light
what light from yonder window breaks? a fraction of light maybe unseen? hidden in gentle flakes falling o’er boston the precious...
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Poetry
My reason for composing poetry is layered. In another word, manyandone. It is to lay down an understanding of myself as an artist and storyteller (words I find interchangeable for reasons I will enumerate at some point) for both myself and whatever audience the work finds, as well as to share the process of creation of my body of work
A storyteller’s art is process. It is to, beginning with their very own breath, change the breath of their listeners by the variation of the flow of energy of their story. There are innumerable tools and paths by which to accomplish this.
As a homo sapien I understand myself better and increase the projective resonance, to borrow from Charles Olson, of my art when I understand the tools I have used and the path I have followed). It is to step out of my body and look at myself from a third person perspective; to understand myself as a whole greater than the sum of my parts; to understand the parts as wholes themselves; and to extend the parts of myself available to my own understanding.
It is also for fun.
Projects
Current Work
Zachary Brett Charles
4 things in my cabinet
leftover paint - the water we drink is our ancestors’ extras) bars of soap - each day we scrub ourselves further from the dirt) alien...
Zachary Brett Charles
Notes on Olson's Projective Verse
My purpose for rewriting Olson’s Projective Verse essay is twofold. One, to make it an inclusive essay as opposed to exclusive. Two is to...
Zachary Brett Charles
I wanted
to be the dog but the dog was too busy being the dog I wanted to be the city but the city was busy being all those lights and...
Zachary Brett Charles
Leech Wave
When Monkey stood in the center of the warehouse, it seemed like the building went on forever. He knew there were just a few rows of...
Zachary Brett Charles
Blue Ooze
Brother was crawling. He was confused, but he needed to keep going. The idea of stopping made panic crawl over his skin. The tunnel was...
Zachary Brett Charles
Avatar Yinwei
Chapter 1 Act 1 “Yep, that’s a little weird, Yinwei,” said Jianzo, her short, curly purple hair sticking out at odd angles. “You’re...
Zachary Brett Charles
Brave Soldier Boy
Iroh and Zuko sat on a blanket atop a hill in the Spirit World, a picnic basket between them. One tree grew out of the crest of the hill,...
Zachary Brett Charles
After “Ian Boyden’s Bear Dream Bird Dream” by Paul E Nelson
How do children dance to the sound of your name? Puppies, kids, kittens, lambs on their sacrificial stones? If stocked carp are visiting...
Zachary Brett Charles
Fuck
there is a silhouetted figure rough shape of an arched doorway holding its buttery light behind it I know a poem is done when I...
Zachary Brett Charles
Luxury trap
"One of history’s few iron laws is that luxuries tend to become necessities and to spawn new obligations.”-Yuval Noah Harari “Look at all...
Zachary Brett Charles
I got a tiny bit of weed (pt. 2)
yesterday, I was sitting on a splintery bench in junction plaza park. I had smoked most of a joint from a box labeled ‘social’. I was...
Zachary Brett Charles
Are they smiling?
banks were invented as a place or shared mental space to store wealth we cannot use well I could use it right about now most...
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