Object 7 ( ,a spirit loosely, ,bundled in a frame, )

Author: Tilghman Alexander Goldsborough

Publisher: Futurepoem (2024)

Post-apocalyptic and diabolical. Comforting and terrifying. Tilghman Goldsborough is reporting live on the minuscule and maximal repercussions of the manmade. This poet is seeing far. So far, so fire.

—Marwa Helal

Every object is a vagabondish clue to the revelation of the Unnoticed; together they form a network of intelligences ever unintelligible, stabbed through with the alcohol of simplicity, their letters assigned to them by uncharted immediacy. Why is not everything Object 7? Motherless, unafraid of choice (because eluded by it), cursed in the Room of Understanding: poetics, prosaics, silence, violence...who cares. All undoings of the Facts. And I would prefer not to live in a world without Goldsborough's de-signs...for I would never be able to find the crescendo of this dementia and ride it back to what I would know of a Selph, a tender adept of coloration. Such is the objective light.

—Carlos Lara

Goldsborough's poetics sway in Black cosmic perpetuity from a hammock strung between shorthand and roastmaster.

—Adjua Gargi Nzinga Greaves