GLOSS TO CARRIERS
By Ian Heames
£5/$11
20 pages, 200 copies
Printed colour end-papers
26 copies printed on a larger format
Published 2011
£5
$11
Luke Roberts:
Gloss To Carriers is propelled by an internal logic of visor and helmet, tracking mutations on the horizon, ‘a picture of speed on the liquid corn’. The interface we see is heavily sedated warfare, her joysticks wild détourning, spinning through a set of invasive procedures, secret pingbacks between the Gloss and its Carriers. Every reader is also a bystander, totemic radar guilt lining our pockets: ‘goodbye immunity’. Can also be read as an operating-manual for the malfunctioning software of Recent British Poetry. Undetected viruses, get this and sleep in a new position.
Louis Jagger:
A vibrantly sexualised, obliquely emotionalised language of technology demonstrates the oppressions, disconnections, yearnings or compromises of an intelligent species mediated to by laser-wielding overlords and expected to swallow the dumbness of it whole. The poems are fragmented communications, garbled flight-logs of the things delivering death on imperial command, each marrying (or photon-fusing) an assortment of technical details into a concise and curiously unadorned vision of the organic and the intellectual reconstituted as mechanical will to power…This is a poem of protest and of sharp observation...Gloss To Carriers is a pulverising, all-consuming linguistic gun-battle from which nothing escapes.
