How to Skin a Poem / How to Poem a Skin, Timothy Terhaar & Andrea Actis

How to Skin a Poem / How to Poem a Skin, Timothy Terhaar & Andrea Actis


How to Skin a Poem
[Timothy Terhaar]

(Note: This will not make the pelt livable, only preserve it
in a pliable state. Be careful not to cut
an unsightly gash in your pelt.)

Step 1: Prepare the head.
Slowly peel back the skin of the head with your knife. After you
clear the eyes, cut around the cheek muscles and  yank.

Step 2: Prepare the tail.
Split the tail as far down as you can, slowly working out the
bone and muscle as you go. Once you start feeling
antsy, snap the tail off.

Step 3: Stretch the pelt.
Use a staple gun to pin down the pelt. Try to make the staples
kiss the edge.

Step 4: Salt the pelt.
Knead salt into the folds of the skin. Every unsalted point is

Step 5: Cure the pelt.
In a pickle jar, mix equal parts denatured alcohol and water.
Soak the pelt until pickled.

Step 6: Finish the pelt.
Wash the pelt with a mild detergent. Massage mink oil or cow
shin extract into the pelt to make it plastic, but be
careful you don’t get overexcited.

Step 7: Display the pelt.
Hang the pelt where it can be readily coveted. It may also be
used as a rug.



the publication of an organism
call for A distinct but final submission:
Dead skin research, the patchwork cells end continuity) strangely without horizon:
naming syllables resembling A Dead line arrangement. Simultaneity: painted a
hop for that, from that. an elaboration of nice material architecture: greening the
Red signs, elaborating the worldless celluloid for blue fluffed skins. The woodlands
Series facing In, or themselves read in another argillaceous space, handily disrepeated
while the other 66 proposals fold. We want what We want—What Acts
us. all so Donne’s invagination of several Chinese nodules for the Ectoderm-sized
cape may pelt it. of that lenticular filament bubbling up to the cliff topography,
June up to the April line. pelt more poetic matter for pelts.




How to Poem a Skin
[Andrea Actis]

Named the birthday lobster Curtis. A thing in a bag in a
fridge in a flat. First and final one of this lifespan attached to
this gut attached to this affect-conscience attached to a Tim.

We had just recently decided to be together, and/so I’d
wanted the collaboration to be of a blanket that makes the
skin-mind quiver with fantasy for more/future collaboration
and cocomestibility.

Friable arguments, mine. Fried eggplant, offered instead.
What to do when the love you fall into thinks your
companion animal should be un-invented?

See how your critiques kiss edges. Massage Marx or Mona
(2-yr old Wheaten Terrier, purebred) shin extract into
the affect-conscience to make it mouth, and you will get

I still want nice skins. Nice backpacks, boots. But mostly to
anti-age, or to enjoy what the lifespan gives us before we are
flat in fridges. This includes different poems and cheeses?

You can’t read Augustine’s Confessions twice without giving
it to a lover and then co-realizing that all conversion has to do
with eating. The grossest submission was “gauxt cheeze.”

Thankfully, the things we fought about are the things
that are starting to go without saying: “property,” “pain,”
“apocalypse.” The phrase “it goes without saying” is one of
the main clichés to avoid. “Thankfully” deserves no thanks
or PETA medals either.

We move closer to places where vegetarian options become
vegan obviouses. My skin care regime, his non-human care
utopia. We spoon in the region that one hates to accept is

My outside snacks are precarious. But there can be romance
without prosciutto.

“As long as more than 99% of people think that it is
acceptable to consume animal products, nothing will ever
really change for animals,” says Gary Francione. It was
difficult to miss the Animal Studies conference for having
camped at Wall Street.

We want what We want. But What Acts us?