Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Your Spouses Bills Are Yours & Yours Are Yours Press

Sorry I've been AWOL this week. I've been a bit sleep deprived and too busy for any one's good. If my job at work was done "tag team" style things might go smoothly. I would tag in a Rhode Scholar and take a nap or spend a weekend admiring the similarity between 40z and a pineapple like a real poet:

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Anyways, I was on the subway and I didn't have anything to read so I peeked at NY Post belonging to the girl next to me and saw the most heartbreaking large-mammaled headline,
"Gray Whale in a Sea of Sadness."
The print was too small for me to read the article. Dear whale, I hope you swim out of your sad-sea and into the comfort cove, away from oil spills & Ahab.
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Anyways, a friend pointed out this ridiculous blog entry to me the other day, dated from this Sunday, regarding poetry in nyc:

http://kingwenclas.blogspot.com/2007/09/about-new-york.html

which goes something like this:

"RECENTLY I went to New York City for the day on personal business. What I saw different from eight months prior: further fast-paced gentrification. The city has become too expensive for all but the affluent. Even many barmaids are on trust funds. Stop in any saloon or cafe across the city and you'll encounter only gentry. Of the once-gritty Bowery around CBGB's there's not a trace. The character of the area has been destroyed.

Literary scene? There is no literary scene. There's not one bar in the entire island of seven million people of Manhattan where patrons talk about books and literature. (There are several spots where the business of publishing is the topic of conversation.) There are no humbly compelling dives where a Jack London (or Steve Kostecke) carrying a duffel bag, cocky grin on his face, would be liable to walk through the door and tell you he's a writer. (All "writers" in this city are poseurs and wannabes.)...."

(You can read the rest of the blog thru the link on the top.)
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What can I say? "Talk to the hand"? I don't even think this is worth arguing about. At the end of this week and weekend I'll be enjoying:

1) Thursday Night:
P.E.E.L. Series: Quick and Painless Readings

Thursday, September 13th at 7:30 pm
Stain Bar
766 Grand Street, between Humboldt Street and Graham Avenue, Brooklyn
L to Grand Street
Free

P.E.E.L. is a bi-monthly reading series based in Brooklyn. Readings
run under an hour, and feature 4 writers- one each presenting a few
poems, an essay, an excerpt of something longer they are working on,
and a letter. The idea is to present new writing in short jolts
instead of longer, drawn-out ordeals.

P.E.E.L. #5

Keith Newton edits the online magazine Harp & Altar. His poems and
translations have appeared in Typo, Nebraska Review, and
Circumference, and are forthcoming in Harvard Review and Cannibal. A
chapbook of his work will be published in the spring by Cannibal
Books. He lives in Brooklyn.

Sue Lange's writing has appeared in Adbusters, Darker Matter,
Challenging Destiny, and Aoife's Kiss. Her first novel, Tritcheon
Hash, was published by Metropolis Ink in 2003. Her novella, We,
Robots, was published by Aqueduct Press in March 2007.

Paula Bomer's short story collection, The Mother of His Children, will
be published next spring by Impetus Press. Her fiction has appeared in
The Mississippi Review, Open City, Fiction, Nerve and elsewhere.

Storm Garner was born in Washington, DC and raised in Paris, France.
She is sometimes based in Kraków, Poland, sometimes in New York City,
and, at this moment, mostly in Washington DC. Though she has long
left poems on subways and in parks for strangers to read, she is
finally beginning to organize and to publish her many creations in
more quantifiable ways. Her poems have been published or are
forthcoming in Miranda and Pearl literary magazines.


2) Friday Night:

The Burning Chair Readings
invite you to choke out the last few breaths of summer w/

David Goldstein & Genya Turovskaya

Friday, September 14th, 7:30 PM
The Fall Café
307 Smith Street
btwn. Union & President
Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn
F/G to Carroll Street
FREE

David B. Goldstein is the author of a chapbook, Been Raw Diction (Dusie), and his poetry has appeared in numerous journals, including The Paris Review, Jubilat, Typo, Epoch, Alice Blue Review, and Pinstripe Fedora. He recently joined the faculty of York University in Toronto, where he teaches Renaissance literature, creative writing, and food studies.

Genya Turovskaya is the author of the chapbook The Tides, recently published by Octopus Books. Her poetry and translations from Russian have appeared in Conjunctions, Chicago Review, jubilat, Landfall, A Public Space and other publications. She lives in Brooklyn, and is an editor at Ugly Duckling Presse.

3) Sunday:
Well, there is the whole Brooklyn Book Festival (www.brooklynbookfestival.org/) going on for most of the day.

If you haven't checked out the most excellent Harp & Altar web journal you should, and then you should come with me to the reading:
Poet Shane Book will be reading as part of the Brooklyn's Own event at 5:00, in the Community Room at Borough Hall, along with readers from Tin House, A Public Space, and Archipelago Books.

4) Monday:
Sommer Browning kicks it at her own reading. If you want to see the sweetest smile and coolest head nod, you better come say hi to Sommer this Monday.

When: Monday September 17th -- 6pm

What: The New York Quarterly Reading Series

Where: Cornelia Street Cafe
29 Cornelia Street, NYC
212-989-9319

http://www.corneliastreetcafe.com/

How much: $7, includes a drink.

With: Sommer Browning, Brian Kloppenberg and Fred Yannantuono (Warning: this guy writes palindromes.)

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All this would make the gray whale spurt salty Berrigan sonnets through its blow hole.


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I cut off all my hair. It was getting long enough to wear in 5th grade pigtails. This is how Jewish Atheists celebrate Rosh Hashanah:


So it is a new year and I say to myself:

Oh timid sugar oh fire that caramelized your name oh sooted lamb

1 comment:

Maximum Etc said...

dude, linking to ULA people only confuses them into thinking that they're anybody who matters to anybody. spend three minutes--if you can--at literaryrevolution.com and you'll see what a bunch of blowhards these guys are.