Rosie Stockton
I’ve got some human requirements
hornet, injury, toothbrush.

technology
invented my need and I do

I need against schedules
lodging my hunger

for you
and cement sound.

what if we kissed
in the Amazon locker?

crude oil massage, your hand lotion
on my choke points

your most fresh sacrifice
boxed like Blue Apron

there’s no time to eat
rotting in a stoop’s sunlight.

box trucks and networks
can be so lonesome, so owned.

& I am alone tonight,
trying to remember that

we don’t want
what we think we want.

O Plato my Plato
I’m calling off our sessions

I’m blocking your image
& of all your shadows

what about the shadow
their chains cast?
from the book PERMANENT VOLTA/ Nightboat Books
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“Eunuch of Industry” draws its title from a phrase in Karl Marx's “Human Requirements and Division of Labour Under the Rule of Private Property.” This poem clashes alienated flows of capital with my own intimate urges of longing and need. In it, I seek to register how ‘human requirements’ are produced and foreclosed in a world of meaning entrapped by Amazon lockers, box trucks, Blue Apron deliveries, and Plato’s cave.

Rosie Stockton on "Eunuch of Industry"
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"It’s quite curious that, when it comes to literature, I have published more since becoming president of the republic than I did before....I write in any situation: during a lunch; listening, as a function of my duties, to dull speeches; while I’m waiting during trips, most of all on long flights. "

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