Author: David Greenspan

David Greenspan is the author of One Person Holds So Much Silence (Driftwood Press). He’s a PhD candidate in Creative Writing at the University of Southern Mississippi and earned an MFA from UMass Amherst. His poems have appeared in places like Bellevue Literary Review, DIAGRAM, Denver Quarterly, Fence, Hayden’s Ferry Review, Narrative, and West Branch.

NSWD 6

Restless becoming in the passage of time, excerpted from Debord who expected from Hegel. Debord changed it, the original mechanism closer to as a restless becoming it is not an element of a synthetic whole. Music in this way. A lilt of dead men speaking to each other, to export Spicer writing to Lorca, himself dead by then, and receipt letters back.


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NSWD 8

Error and time solvent. Some noble gas impaling itself, lacerations on a pink limbed evening. Error and time in this instance displaying similar properties. Not function, not siren. One stretched becomes [          ] while the other plied becomes [          ].


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NSWD 2

Even though rats don’t know about capitalism or the internet or contemporary Oslo, they know the only thing necessary, the thing I also seek. They know the underground, the ways in, the colours and the walls, and they understand how the world expands in the spit bubbles, in the uneven surface between canvas and dried oil paint, in the air pockets between our hands when we hold them, in the spaces between us; there’s always space.
— Jenny Hval


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NSWD 4

Begin with cadence. The voice, stumbled or correct, is part cadence. The vice, mumbled or erect, and so on. Error and cadence aren’t totality, that requires kinesis, surplus turned diesel fuel, etc. Error ends outside the self likely in another creature thought sometimes in the transferring medium.


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NSWD 3

Begin with error,

misspoken word, mistaken test. All error birthed inside though not self. Proxy to organ, kidney perhaps, filtering toxins. Often communal on a bench, lattice worked wood, fingers laced.


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