Reviewed by J.W. Mark
In the midst of Andrew Zawacki’s Videotape, we find ourselves at war. “A pair of surveillance helicopters hover overhead”. Spot Reagan-era rockets lost, “wiring fried, but live inside.” This is grandiose catastrophe: epic battles for our brain.
It’s a daily dash of chaos and inside this clustered work we see amalgamated plots. Zawacki shows the “now” and keeps our record saved, his Videotape is document profound. From “Skype held chats” to “blizzards flecking from histogram cliffs”, it’s the game to own our soul.
“Begin in interruption” he writes, “an ambulance bell at the center of sleep.” So loud and so insane this world. Like “black ice seared to the corduroy road”, his “hyper reality” will shock. “On the backroads” or “the lightning flares”, the “aluminum screens” are constant, begging claims.
Is it “progress” or disaster? Read Zawacki for the proof, but do beware because its chaos raw and real.
Andrew Zawacki’s Videotape is a four-track work through every space we know. In middle spots his poems lurk, their powerful pulse a sparked reaction of the collected mass. “Duracell birds” and “staccato of chatter”, “palladium print on prairies glossed” Yes clamor, yes no certainty, but mirror to how we live.
Confused by your existence? Zawacki knows the tumult and records it here for view. In the tracks where poems branch and prowl see jungle gyms of life. Is this Videotapea mirror or like a mixtape made for newest loves: that crazy, freshened disarray? See a “still shot soaked in a vascular” or an “Outtake,” which begins a page. Zawacki keeps it all for us. Read the “grayscale breath on a fluid”. The world with mass distraction brims and bursts from every page.
In Videotape,Zawacki writes of a “magnetic tape & its metaphysics.” Are we victims to a conspiracy of chaos?” Zawacki has the proof and is a “cipher” who provides his “blip.” Never stated, but well-argued like the tapes which he cites. See the desperate scrape for knowledge lost, our sour jumbled sense of self. Here’s the the stuff of what we’re made.
Andrew Zawacki shows disorder and the human sense. Read Videotapeto see compression at its finest. Read amidst the mass of weapons, sounds and ruckus-laden life. In Videotape, the display is broad. Find evidence of mangled mass: that knotty self we know. That terrified confusion we call life? Zawacki has the world for us. Deep inside Videotape you might feel a burning rush of senses on attack. Yes its turbulent, all is scary but Zawacki lets us all reflect. Read Zawacki for the battleground and skirmish for your brain.
JW Mark is a poet living in Ohio. His work has appeared in numerous national and international publications. His current goals are to secure a publisher for a collection of his work. He is the author of a novel, entitled Artifice, as well as a book of poems entitled Patched Collective and can be contacted at jwmarkmail [at] gmail.com or via his website http://jwmark.wordpress.com/