Unwin-Dunraven Literary Ecclesia

Unwin-Dunraven Literary Ecclesia Text, sound, ritual. // An enormous hand housed in cloistral projection, a finger built and held to touch the magmic pulse of deepest & othermost currents.

IN THE AT first the UNWIND, the UNRAVEN, a single force on wing in the abstract plane above our attic’s attic and searching for purchase in this world— seed and egg, both kept clung unmanifest up in the body of a vast and soaring IT,

plummeted by will through gyre death, gyre born and split, finally, into two. Whether it’s UNWIN that cleaves UNWIN in twain and names one half DUNRAVEN, or DUNRAVEN

who sees his birth-rattle shadow and utters the other name UNWIN,

it’s unsure, impermanent in what pretends at true history. Between them they begat the core, sprung pillars made of marginalia for our cathedral hung stalactitic to the underside of what all’s seen on surface, what gleams extravagant in light mistaken for what structure there was to begin with;

that is, the thing grown hidden like teeth, like fire in five-or-more dimensions throwing its reflection up to where the sun can touch its lack and bless it for the brethren.

07/28/2019
03/12/2019

Wild peace be with the spirit of Alina Popa who departed us too young. A great artist with a brilliant heart and talent, whose work we will continue to unbox for years to come. She will be deeply missed.

Here is her piece IMITATION OF DREAM, published in .PLINTH. Issue 4.

We were on a narrow corridor, when a staircase stretched into space, pushing the lateral to the margin, the margins of the indefinite. The stairs started climbing themselves under our feet, an abstract ascent, incomplete, and we skipped a few steps on the way. We were going to fetch something from t...

Death will come to the body. Death is not a hollow. It is not silence. It is dispersion. It is cold but it is not black....
04/25/2017

Death will come to the body. Death is not a hollow. It is not silence. It is dispersion. It is cold but it is not black. Do you see what I am saying? I have seen black and it was a silence. But it was living.

Deborah Birch /// PLINTH VII

PLINTH is more than a journal. PLINTH collects & manifests an alternate canon.

from infected scorpion's gangrene thus imbibing poison as his vapour seizing from his monads a rubric conveying lust en-...
04/25/2017

from infected scorpion's gangrene
thus imbibing poison as his vapour
seizing from his monads a rubric conveying lust
en-firing rivulets from an older woman's carcass
his thought pervaded by sin

Will Alexander /// PLINTH VII

PLINTH is more than a journal. PLINTH collects & manifests an alternate canon.

But who is it that’s dead? Myself, or the boy?It is myself, I am dead.It is my body before me.But—It is the boy.The boy ...
04/24/2017

But who is it that’s dead? Myself, or the boy?
It is myself, I am dead.
It is my body before me.
But—
It is the boy.
The boy is dead.

Pierre Abidi /// PLINTH VII

PLINTH is more than a journal. PLINTH collects & manifests an alternate canon.

We called it a tower, but it was not a tower. It was, so the few remaining scraps of records seem to indicate, a fragmen...
04/20/2017

We called it a tower, but it was not a tower. It was, so the few remaining scraps of records seem to indicate, a fragment of a skyscraper, the tallest structure still standing from a city that had once been here, before the collapse, long before any of us were born.

Brian Evenson /// PLINTH VII

PLINTH is more than a journal. PLINTH collects & manifests an alternate canon.

Everyone has an affliction wasp guts fake traintracks the quaint hanging basket over a grave.Jessie Janeshek /// PLINTH ...
04/20/2017

Everyone has an affliction wasp guts
fake traintracks
the quaint hanging basket over a grave.

Jessie Janeshek /// PLINTH VII

PLINTH is more than a journal. PLINTH collects & manifests an alternate canon.

We are bound, weeping into dirty bath water, sail boats sunken and lives crushed in disarray. Love goes wrong.Jamie Gref...
04/20/2017

We are bound, weeping into dirty bath water, sail boats sunken and lives crushed in disarray. Love goes wrong.

Jamie Grefe /// PLINTH VII

PLINTH is more than a journal. PLINTH collects & manifests an alternate canon.

The heavens are crows and so too the land and all the regions in-between—black eyes shimmering—whispering—and all the ma...
04/19/2017

The heavens are crows and so too the land and all the regions in-between—black eyes shimmering—whispering—and all the machines and temples and towns—

Robert Kloss /// PLINTH VII

PLINTH is more than a journal. PLINTH collects & manifests an alternate canon.

Observe onyx marbles as they roll sideways over rough planks, meditate on ancestral pathways like migratory swarms throu...
04/13/2017

Observe onyx marbles as they roll sideways over rough planks, meditate on ancestral pathways like migratory swarms through the sky.

Sueyeun Juliette Lee /// PLINTH VII

PLINTH is more than a journal. PLINTH collects & manifests an alternate canon.

Then, another change. The cats sharpened their teeth and began to show up with strange flesh: longer bones, blocky mandi...
04/12/2017

Then, another change. The cats sharpened their teeth and began to show up with strange flesh: longer bones, blocky mandibles, massive snarls of stringy hair. They complained of bad tastes and difficult extrication. They complained of metal shavings and the tang of antipsychotics. They complained of a new, fast-acting rot.

more, I asked of them. I was stirring. They complied.

Marie Schutt /// PLINTH VII

PLINTH is more than a journal. PLINTH collects & manifests an alternate canon.

seven set you free. http://plinth.us/
04/04/2017

seven set you free. http://plinth.us/

PLINTH is more than a journal. PLINTH collects manifests an alternate canon.

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