oh orchid o'clock - Endi Bogue Hartigan - Bog

"This book speaks the language of clock-sense as a living instrument, exposing the sensory impacts of our obsession with time. This work's interwinding lyrics move through histories as a nervous system moves. In that body we hear this text sound out the maternal and the material as if played by fingers along the frets of meaning. We hear the poems reveal how we let our days become over-clocked and over-transactional and over-weaponed. This instrument pleads, records, nursery-rhymes, and notches sonically, investigating what it is to be close to time: collective time with its alarms and brutalities, and bodily time, intricate and familial. How can we be captured in systems of measure and be complicit with them, how can we be breaking from them, creating them, and immune to them? Clock gears press against interconnecting systems-economic/capitalist, astronomical, medical, governmental, fantastical-where even language is a measure or prayer that takes off the face of the clock and exposes its springs and weights"--