10 x (10 + ˉ10) = 0 is a 10 year project by Doc Drumheller. There are 10 books (one per year) in this series, published in Christchurch, New Zealand by The Republic of Oma Rāpeti Press. There are 20 poems in each book, inspired by the most significant events of that particular year, written using restriction writing techniques e.g.: restricted by the amount of syllables or words per line. Parts 10 & ˉ10 in each book are palindromes, which means they read the same backwards as forwards. Each book is designed to be cut up and reassembled and the poetry creates shapes inspired by DNA strands and explores phonemes like a mathematic symphony. The poems reproduced here are from the book The Architecture of Apocalypse. Previous parts of 10 x (10 + ˉ10) = 0 have been featured in performances at the McDougall Art Gallery, The Dunedin Fringe Festival, The Wellington Fringe Festival, and the Third Wellington International Poetry Festival.
The Architecture of Apocalypse
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era, ten nose camel.
A sure Jew disaster rut
emits a kit, saw seven Eves
aid nil are mundane magic moguls. Pope
won Lebanon, stole codexes, no ill I’m ref
food rot. I Jesus return under one universal aria.
Nip an Anno Domini sin I mod on nana pin
air. Alas revinue no red nun rut, er sus
ejit or do offer million sexed ocelots non
Abel, no we pop slug om cig
amen. AD numeral India seven Eve
swastikas, time turrets as ID.
We Jerusalem ace sonnet
are all apocalypse
Ahab mob, mot
a live dairy’s harpoon
or fats Alabama boom live
fo’ six at sixes, nod Dega.
Mr Atlas aero knit ewes. I Wodan
rot senile mitten, nay a Maximilian red is
no chaos Godzilla lab. A catastrophe era web raw
sin I megaton era we Jew are not a Gemini’s
war. Beware eh, ports at a cabal all iz
dog. So, ah, consider nail. I mix a
Mayan net timelines tornado wise wet in
Korea. Salt Armageddon sexist axis of
evil. Mo’ Obama balast afro,
no Oprah Syria devil
atom bomb. Aha!
is no Rome
mit pansie mohair, an
animal some emo home owner
is homo sapien, on dog house.
Homeless Eve no longer is a sore
homeboy. Parsec Nam or no ill Ebert Soo
rot emo, he mocks a no case homework sap
art sale last rap, ask row emo, he’s a con.
Ask come home to roost rebellion romances rap, Yo!
Be mo’ heros, as I Reg, no lone
vessel emo, he’s u, oh God, none
I pas, om oh, siren woe
mo’ home emo, slam in
an aria. Home is
naptime morons, I
Moo Bake We KABOOM!
won super atom,
not some no hero.
Do not nock comics if
I Wifi Nats, I KAPOW one
mut, sock no Mia. BUDDA, BUDDA, BOOM!
I RATA, TAT, TAT, a trap Marinetti’s note.
We KABLAM, a mama mood, a ban, a nab
are non emo. We vile none live women on era:
banana BADOOM! A mama mal bake we ton sit
ten, I ram part a tat-tat Atari moo
bad dub, ad Dubai monk costume. No
wo Pakistan if I Wifi Sci
mock con ton odor eh?
One most on mot
are pus. No!