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    MissSettl
    MissSettl
    MissSettl
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    MissSettl

    By Kamden Ishmael Hilliard

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    Sonically vibrant, polyphonic, typographic experimentation gleefully strategizes resistance and life under white supremacist capitalism in Kamden Hilliard’s debut collection of poems, MissSettl.

    In MissSettl, is a funny, joyful, and spiteful debut collection of seriously playful poems; they carry on with impish provocation, engagement, and mourning for what has been done to our living practices. These poems lampoon rigged games of common sense, syntax, and citizenship to expose the mechanics of what Americans have become and what they might be freed into after the end of capitalism and gender, and race, and money, and property. MissSettl confronts what’s in the way of love; it disrupts what limits our potential.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNightboat Books
    Release dateMay 31, 2022
    ISBN9781643621371
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      MissSettl - Kamden Ishmael Hilliard

      ARE YU HAVING ANY FUN ??????????????????

      M. Twain & I don’t confuse learning w education or

      autonomy w action / but these inspirational posters

      see a nigga question our words 4 SURPRISE ! The

      goal of all knowledge is resistance ? Bet, lol , w / any

      of these possible worlds out t/here ? Aristotle / was v

      wrong / so luk a mofucca in the eye / try / take

      insouciance 4 scraps & just liddat resistance comes

      thru w the j / bops out the beer run quik / asks ,

      in the ensuing gun fire , eff yr having ny fun? 1 time

      boi of the club month liked jailhouse drugs / said

      they make time smaller / Jail is a site of social

      & bodily violence // feat. Capitalism / & if it

      masquerades / as a place to / TH INKA BOUT

      YR A CT ION S

      ( which it does )

      than perhaps the microchimerical shrinkage of time

      is / in factorial / a minor resistance / if not a 3rd tier

      miracle / & if there’s little freedom under G-d’s seedy

      thumb / why take shelter when there’s rain ? It’s fun !

      ATMOSPHERE DANCE

      I didn’t organize revolution machines !

      I didn’t caste light w/out thota the mean !

      Instead of help I said save me , save me

      & sure sure I was good @that part ;

      parboiled every pussing oodle of pressure .

      Ya - , - Citizen - will - have - nd - Ya - , - Citizen -

      dun - did - nd - Ya - Citizen - willing - 2 - do ! - nd -

      Citizen like I meen like

      aw yu ,boo fuccen hoo ! Yu , ain’t never happen

      2oo hard , now did yu ?

      Now did yudo this to me , too ?

      Tried individuate deth nd these yts were really like

      you can have anything you want

      [ i mean i did

      kno ] Literally

      juss a bitch try

      -na hav sum fun

      herebouts , meatless

      of the slice song . It go

      slice , slice , slice ; quiet ; slice ,

      slice , slice , quiet . No1ne kno

      the length quiet go but get this

      i’ve been here long enuff to kill

      the orchid , mourn the orchid , con

      -sider the orchid , love the orchid, try

      life again , at 1nce , with the orchid , again,

      also permanently changed by living , so

      long , left so close to death . But I did

      it ! Dressed 4or sex with the village

      idiot if it keeps the drag on from

      the children , so like lil biscuits .

      Beyoung feelin’ , I did not call

      out love ; did not bit a tong

      -(l)ue so hard it’s out but

      out it & still sumhow

      tied up innit ? Iddinit .

      Then , everyone dances

      the Atmosphere

      Dance . It goes ;

      Gather , consume

      & twist ! Again !

      Some ppl

      point [ like ,

      look ma , no

      hand amine

      take root

      of it ] , but

      lol , yikes .

      NO DRUGS

      A spin of modern panic sets the day’s strain .

      The sadass stone . Squalor guild .

      Str8 stoic as my A-line FISA warrant who

      Cannot confirm my need 2 dent up a few neural certainties ,,,

      BUT EFF IT DID , it wouldn’t share .

      The day is a total top .

      After , it showers me in Wellbutrin

      praiseHaldol praise

      Amphetamine Salt daze .

      & how now do my brain hurt ,

      ideally , 4 1 attorney not 2 need a case in me .

      Like : What kinna wo rd is dongl

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