Lance Phillips was born in 1970 in Stuttgard, Germany. He spent the next twelve or so years shuttling from or toward certain things in Las Vegas, NV, Del Rio, TX, New Castle, PA and Charlotte, NC, were he continues to reside, though now accompanied by his wife, son and daughter. He attended the University of North Carolina at Charlotte and the University of Iowa Writers' Workshop. He has published the first two books, Corpus Socius (Ahsahta Press, 2002) and Cur aliquid vidi (Ahsahta Press, 2004), of a continuous text begun in 1996 and still in process. He has also completed the first three books, Imposture Notebook, Scrawl and The Die-er, of an extended fiction project called The Text+Body+Invention Project, for which he is currently seeking a publisher. He is the creator and facilitator of the interview blog Here Comes Everybody. Certain of his texts have appeared in a variety of places including translations into Dutch and Italian.

details : constant critic review : chicago postmodern poetry interview : hce interview : fieralingue profile : audio : projects : here comes everybody : the text+body+invention project : blog : contact : *

Lance Phillips' intense rhetoric of fragmentation and condensation elides narrative and image in the service of spiritual questing. His poetry is so pared down and so fiercely material, it's quite off the map. If you exploded Hopkins' God-charged world, his "sweet especial rural scene," and reassembled the remains around a new understanding of the physical self, you might come close to imagining Phillips' work. -Christine Hume, Constant Critic

You know how sex can overflow the room and pulsate the trees outside and the books you are reading through the brain in flashes and symmetries and metamorphoses? This book records a coupling gone infinite. As I read I could feel the light in the room and the words in it collapsing together and rearranging themselves. That's intimacy. We should all have such sex and be so faithful. —Catherine Wagner
    Lance Phillips' poems are incandescent, strange in the best way (human), a 'wild system' where language's physics accelerate into specific physicalities (rustling, flying), at once rarified and immediate, latinate and gloriously made-up. —Lee Ann Brown

            work : word for/word : slope : gutcult : gutcult, poetics : muse apprentice guild : tarpaulin sky : nth position : jacket 28, review of deborah meadows : shampoo : kulture vulture : the academy of american poets : Fascicle (essay) : Fascicle : H_NGM_N : New College Review

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