The eohippus Tract Series is a growing library of pamphlets seeking to disseminate works of opinion, idea, and the otherwise uncategorizable text.

Tract Series Excerpts:

From tract series #10: “My heart beat crazy during that makeup department scene where Joan and Miss Piggy are supposed to be selling perfume but instead they attack each other with powder puffs and draw all over each other’s faces with lipstick and eyeliner, and I was just a little girl thinking, yes, this is how I want to express my femininity. Someday, I will be so fucking feminine I will get fired for it. Joan Rivers and Miss Piggy both get told they are fired. They throw their makeup in the air and laugh ‘til they die.”

From tract series #9: “you don’t want to be late to spin. I stood. George said one last offer. As soon as my membership contract was printed, he folded it then stapled it shut. Don’t I need to sign it? He shook my hand: you already did. My debit card payment was the “electronic signature.”

From tract series #8: “In Nicéphore Niépce’s studio, the sound of rats in the rafters simulated the beating of druidic drum rituals, the cracks in the walls occasioned Aramaic letters through which the wind hissed a serpent’s yarn, and Niépce’s constant hum and mumble approximated the breadth of Hebrew phonetics. Given his extreme focus, and propensity for mystical accident, he completed a functional recitation of The Rite of the Transmission of the Divine Name, the text used to materialize a golem.”

From tract series #7: “A vair slipper. This is footwear for a virgin, made from the coats of squirrels with grey backs and white bellies. In the original Cinderella, the prince fitted her with a vair slipper, not glass. If I wake up in the mirrored morning and see their girl, the only choice left to me is what to put my foot in today: shard or squirrel? I choose my mouth.”

From tract series #6: “I once arrived in a small town, stepped off a green bus to inhale a strange and pungent gas. I stood in the pouring rain with a gun to my head, while the street lights changed color and the water seeped into my socks. UFO is an unfortunate misnomer: unidentified flying object, since, as we know, they are hardly flying, they are hardly objects, and they are so readily identified and categorized by the birds who see them, another shiny object in the sky.”

From tract series #5: “To begin, I wanted to engage with language (dialogically and/or dialectically) of milk consumption and commercial dairy practices. (I think I want(ed) a relationship with an abject subject.) There is a time to present and, like Reznikoff, allow the reader to come to her own conclusions (she does anyway, right?). And then, as David Cope says, there is a time to kick down the door so the poem does not recede into the closet. Or as Eileen Myles puts it, where was the A=I=D=S poems? No subject object verb agreement, no.”

From tract series #4: “According to the Western psyche human worth is summoned through conflict, through the clashing of fragments across the ozone. History then accrues as the perfect cholera of density, so that its necessity transpires through heaps of counted bodies which configures in the rational mind as honed embryos in the system.”

From tract series #3: “I dislike nature shows: the animal porn, the emphasis on ‘the hunt,’ the sly suggestion that ‘animal’ naturalizes or justifies human brutality. I dislike the way one is expected to assume that there is a logical and natural distinction between ‘the cultivated’ and ‘the wild,’ or the implication that cultivation is less violent than wilderness.

From tract series #2: “Is the highly formalized language of newspapers or legal documents normal? This language is successful, in the sense that is is accepted by society. Perhaps it would be better to begin by arguing that poetic language consists of any language that is noticeably different from the language of successful prose.”

From tract series #1: “When Nature stopped being a language, or at least in the reciprocal sense, or at least in the deictic sense (as when a flower turns a particular color in order to attract a certain kind of bee), we were left only with the cultivation of the sign, and the despair over the seeming arbitrariness of the word…”

Tract Series #10
River Candy
Myriam Gurba

Tract Series #9
Two Essays
Elizabeth Hall

Tract Series #8
Dissonance, Coincidence, and Errant Gradations of Light
Christopher Russell

Tract Series #7
SURGE: An Oral Poetics
Opal C. McCarthy

Tract Series #6
The Other Worlds
Janice Lee

Tract Series #5
The Secret of Milk
Cara Benson

Tract Series #4
Inalienable Recognitions
Will Alexander

Tract Series #3
How Hate Got Hand
Michelle Detorie
2nd Printing

Tract Series #2
Handbook of Poetic Language
Stan Apps
2nd Printing

Tract Series #1
Theory of Language
Amanda Ackerman
2nd Printing