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Banging that Bronze Age bell like a boss. #itsdaejeon #daejeon (at Daejeon Expo Park)

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Night Driving (saty-agra-ha-saty-ria-sis)

The whole body vibrates

freak energy spilling black shit all over the place 

soiled sweat-pant energy pandering for a slice of midnight pizza 

Joe is on the corner fist-bumping Miguel: solid solid solid

The steam energy is infecting nostrils with run-off shit - the refuse 

I refuse to get it going with all of it

I  waddle in and out of megalomaniac delusions:

  I pretend that I made the energy of the village tonight:

the spark that lit the cigarette between  every lip

came out from flint in my eye

Every condom is unraveled onto one of my 90 fingers

Even laughter is being made by my saliva

So much fuck-off energy here

so much dead-end dead end dead energy here

so much death energy here

so many ambulances needed here

I wasted my body on all of it

I wasted my energy on all of it

I will wash it all down the back of my throat

and leak back into all of it

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'MY TOOLS' by Austin Givens

with a cup of heat with two dark circles with all of it at once with every dog pacing before a shit with a plate of steamed stars with a knack for recognizing DNA with a knack for understanding the stock market with a knack for scoring goals with me, my darling, with me, my darling, with me, my darling with the army of my fingernail with an array of swimwear with an array of fashion with an array of vaginal lubricants with two white circles with a cup of hot white milk with a cup of hot buttered rum with a blanket the size of my erection with Harold Pinter in view with my fucking inhibitions with all the women on the internet with every fetish imaginable on the internet with all the bandwidth of David Bowie’s youtube videos with every pixel on earth at this moment with every particle of universal resource locators with every sustainable energy slogan with 3D printed guns in each hand with every ecstasy with every orgasm with every birthday party with two black circles with two crayons of every color with a cup of grass with a cup of beans with a cup of bullets with a bucket of drones    I will shatter the vessel of flour from which god mixes together this whole mess.

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Austin Givens called us from New York, NY. More about Austin.

1-910-703-POEM

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So excited to be a part of this mess! 

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Encryption

I encrypted my movements today Because free cheese! I encrypted my shoes Because I love you I encrypted my heart Because it really does matter I hate the FBI I am not a criminal I can lock the back door Because activist coding saints I started Corsea computer science 101 Because new saints are flying I encrypt because Walt Whitman I encrypt because I can I can, and I don't want to stop I do some drugs Because I own my brain I own myself Because I love my self I encrypt because I love My self.

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I.T. FIGURES

-- For Courtney

I counted it

you scored

you won without a hitch you lurched through the net I counted on you I can count on you

You are brighter than tokyo you are experimental magic you are magical realism in reality and it f-e-e-l-s-r-e-a-l

You are duller than diamonds you’re all of it, everything

You are the champagne bubbles in a missle’s mouth You are sharper than America You are better than regulation you are unregulated bandwidth the dream, the dream, the dream

The darknet is creeping, seeping, seeming and seeing and liking what it sees

When I like what I see I am human enough to ask permission I get it, trust me, I get it But it figures

You are smarter than the precum of industry they blew it all they blew it they blew it all away

You are more of a machine than Lucifer you are more of a man than Jesus You are part woman, the best part, and part man, the best part

I am standing the on the goosebumps of the sidewalk they don’t know why they like it so much.

I am part of the field come and cut me down I am part of the rain come and drink me down I am part of the sun Come live in the daylight

There’s a symytry to our ghosts blushing in the morning star there’s a certain innoncence leaving through the cracks of our skull

[anduworthington]

BEN NADLER interviewed me at Philadelphia Review of Books.

I use words like “albeit” and “capital” etc etc etc

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voicemail poems fall 2014 starts NEXT WEEK on October 1st and we’re SUPER FRICKIN JAZZED about this line-up…..

:: WEEK ONE ::

Ayla Sullivan Meghan Privitello Austin Islam

:: WEEK TWO :: Allison Truj Mike Krutel Zoe Dzunko Kallie Falandays Sean Patrick Mulroy

:: WEEK THREE :: Elizabeth Foster Mike Johnson Shannon Hozinec Kieran Collier Laura Poholek

:: WEEK FOUR :: Adam Grabowski Alexandria Lowther Spencer Garrison Leyna Rynearson Paul Maisano

:: WEEK FIVE :: Austin Givens Charles Manis Dee Mac Danielle Perry Steve Subrizi

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3!

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ARTIFICER (OPEN SOURCE)

Nothing looks up to you anymore

In your 3D-printed universe,

And the party packed it in:

Canisters exploding into tears and vision,

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Light soon bursting through the cracked skull of atmosphere,

All of it and everything is coming awake.

But we are just in time to crawl between pixels and

Un-see the guns and blood, the grass and blood, the stars are bleeding.

To linger on would spoil it anyhow

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fall issue. october 2014. <3

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Excited to be a part of this bunch!

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Here's a poem

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BY AUSTIN GIVENS

My Tools

with a cup of heat

with two dark circles

with all of it at once

with every dog pacing before a shit

with a plate of steamed stars

with a knack for recognizing DNA

with a knack for understanding the stock market

with a knack for scoring goals

with...

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Some new poems are up at No Blanks today! Check it out. 

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Do You Like It? Do You Like it? Do You Like It?

Do you like it? x3 LOVE: (passively) Yes dear. Literary Journal

I wanted to start a lit/art journal on the internet, because the world needs yet another internet lit/art journal. Submit something, or don't. We'll see if anyone likes it. 

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Vice has published an excerpt from Andrew Duncan Worthington’s new novel ‘Walls’ — which is out on Wednesday

read it here

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A monster is pushing his fingers into my sister’s mouth

and getting into her pants and trying to take it all.

It’s using her saliva to paint demons across universal resource locators.

Digestive bacteria burns onto the code. It draws our mothers in.

It baptizes itself in fashionable light.

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1947 Put up one of my poems!

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CK-OLLI-DIS-COPE

I thought you were eating stars

I thought you were between jobs

I thought you were between hair

I thought you were sitting straight

I thought you had a jacket on 

I thought of you the other day when I saw an old guy in a real pickle

I thought about it, and decided it never mattered

I thought you kept records

I thought you came back to town

Your eyes are a spice-box without pepper and it's probably missing some other things really, but you can make a good meal without pepper.

I thought you said you were done for

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POEM ABOUT WHAT I WANT TO DO

I want to radiate past the clock

I want to radiate past my sexuality

I want to radiate through thought vibrations

I want to radiate past the dead

I want to push further and push hard through it all

I want to push eggs across tables

I want to push, slow, but never stop

I want to stop for lunch

I want to stop for someone I don't care about

I want to stop because I just feel like it

I want to hold bright stars in my palm

I want to hold onto what I've learned

I want to hold onto friends who care enough to be concerned

I want to be concerned about rivers

I want to be concerned about the government

I want to be concerned about anything else really

I want to radiate past all of this and get through it all and come out pushing hard into the throat of God and then really just start communicating with the dead even though the dead is just particles of unconscious dust migrating to arctic poles, creating black veins on blue ice