Dec 30

Dec 30 Make America Shamanistic Again

By Michael H. Kew

*Heretofore unknown poetic scheme “Ginsist” is my custom phraseologic ode to the spectroscopic axons/dendrites/neurons noodling the cancer-ashed New Yorkonsciousness of ingenious Madeline Gins, prosaist/poet/painter/philosopher/architect “who publicly forswore mortality and whose buildings were designed to preempt death for those living in them.” (—January 2014 New York Times obit referencing her Reversible Destiny project.)

These Ginsisms are drip-drip-drip immortal dusts of anxious Kew nightdream, dry windy summerheat reverie, boozy gemthought and lonesomely silent starry New Moon meadowvision of hidden heart all basted and stylized per Gins’s pan-CAPS 35-page prose poem leading her gobbledygooky What The President Will Say and Do!! (Station Hill Press, 1984)—penned, as Purplēdeneye was, while trapped in a toxic Republican-presidential (hers Reagan) reelection pageant.

“This work may be rightly judged to be as predictive as it is prescriptive,” Gins prefaced. “Nobody doesn’t want a president who is not a shaman.”

Do you?

{Excerpted per Purplēdeneye, formulaic 2020 dream poesy stew per early-2021 release per Spruce Coast Press.}