Fuse-Blowing, Mood-Bruising New Circuits
February 9th, 2024 — Borden announces today the arrival of yet another 10 new poems en masse, the second release by Jono of current work since this year began. Unfazed by what distaste this phase of outrageousness committed against page may stir, incite, or inspire to create, these are words thrust forth by the Tortured Artist™—ever “on-brand,” clever tragedian, et cetera—toward honouring by voicing, before detractors can torch them, thoughts of vice otherwise unheard: 120 hard, disturbing new poetical works anticipated for 2024.
Set to appear across 12 distinctive cycles—one series of verse released per month, and scheduled by the provocateur himself to publish online in five-minute intervals at three-of-the-clock through 3:45 a.m., successively, on every New Moon of the year—this morning’s blitz of proposterous pixels comprises the monstrous “Cycle II. An UNWASHED CYCLE of LOST CAUSE a POLYESTER DECADE LONG,” following along on the path already scorched across your backlit screens by January’s initiatory “Cycle I. DECIMATING an ANNIHILATION CYCLE ONE DECADE of SONG LONG,” each section of which is, at once, a standalone poem, and integral segment of the whole circuit whereby lyrical lies are purged; provocative myths destined only to be revivified as truth permitted to survive, if not live on and thrive, in the minds hiding behind the eyes of those fools whose skulls these misfit madrigals reach deep inside.
Hinting, perhaps with perversity given the subject-matter’s inversion of purity, at beads of a rosary—groupings of 10 of which on their strings are, in the tradition of the very Catholicism against which Borden’s pen transgresses at every instance, called “decades”—and in this case, thus far referred to as a “DECIMATION” (as, in its Latin origin, to break evenly into 10 parts or provinces or sections or segments, not destroying them, referring, more than anything, to deconstruction, not destruction) and “SPIN” (as in returning again to an origin), respectively, within each revolution of verse birthed by this project thus far.
Replete with heat he dares you to kindle while you read what scenes these cycles illustrate—subconscious conflagrations from which no complaints of obscenity can guarantee any hope of retreat—Jono is confident these monthly offerings of progressions, of beats, of successions, of zodiac chains in literary rotation, will meet or exceed your expectations of his twisted psyche’s exploration of damnation you have long been anticipating.
Those seeking to read him can glimpse each of the poet’s most recent sequences here, and on his website’s Home page as they splatter their smear.
