ON PUNKS

Books

Until the 2017 Las Vegas shooting, the deadliest mass shooting by a single person in US history occurred in the middle of the night of June 12, 2016 in an Orlando nightclub, Pulse. 49 lives were lost and countless affected, including those of us reading this.

We are the foundation, the mascara, the blush.
We are the eyeblink, the heartbeat, the hush.

We are the shades that never come off.

(from “PULSE: for the 49 murdered and 53 wounded at Pulse nightclub, Orlando, Florida, June 12, 2016”)

If the grief with which we must now deal pertains to entire groups of individuals, then is it the multiplicative utterances of poetry which most legitimately capture the cries of this dying? John Keene’s work, primarily fictional or biographical prose, can be situated in this space of contradiction between the individual writer’s experience and the history that both pulses and destroys them. Keene’s two best-known books in print, and , act out of the impossibility of ever, published by Song Cave, does the apposite work of deconstruction, grasping the Life out from which these aporias form—that vital space we share.