Sunday, February 24, 2008

We Crash Shabbat Press

Friday evening I headed to Philly to say goodbye to a good friend, JPH, moving to California:

I crashed a lovely shabbat dinner/hang out. As soon as I walked in the door I realized that the zipper of my coat was stuck. I had a moment of panic when I couldn't unzip it and thought that a room full of peacefully chatting Jewish folk would have to help a stranger (me, bad jew) rip the jacket from my body. My coat did that It's-A-Sign-You-Need-A-New-Coat thing, where the two zipper halves separate from each other, and then you can't move the zipper down because the teeth aren't aligned (and you panic because you can't get your head out of the neckhole otherwise). People started looking at me. Luckily, JPH and WS (his roommate) freed me before it got incredibly awkward. I'm quite comfortable with "awkward," but I'd like to avoid "incredibly awkward" when I can. Good conversation ensued.

Both JPH and WS were moving out of the apt so it was pretty barren, besides a makeshift pingpong table. I like pingpong more than I should. WS, right after I slaughtered him at pingpong "because [he] was sleepy.":
Yes, that's actually a desk.
Yes, those pingpong paddles are mini-sized.
Yes, that net is actually a block of wood.

WS's girlfriend corrupted the keyboard. See, it spells out "I Heart You!" which is cute, but also makes it very hard to type:

The computer also knows that there will be lots of dude's crashing on the futon, using the computer and most likely having difficulty typing with the "I Heart You!" row of keys:

I'm that dude:

I will miss Philly & the tiniest food co-op in the world. I'm not going to say anything else sentimental.

Like, ever.

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On Tuesday I'm very tempted to go to this, but I don't know where I put my dancin' shoes:

Surf/twist/striptease music.
The band will consist of Michael Leviton on electric guitar, Matt Bauder on saxophone, Chris Van Voorst Van Beest on electric and upright bass, and Ben Shapiro on drums.

Appropriate dances will include “the itch”, “the stroll”, “the pony”, “the dog”, and “the hitch-hike”.

Tuesday, February 26th
Cakeshop
http://cake-shop.com/
152 Ludlow between Stanton and Rivington
We’re on first at 8:30pm
$6
21+

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CA Conrad is reading sometime this week but I can't find the info on it. Can someone email it to me? Thanks.

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A great chapbook just popped into the world, courtesy of Kitchen Press. It's selling quickly, you should buy it:

Dear All,

I'm very please to announce that Joseph Massey's new chapbook, Out of Light, is now available at the Kitchen Press Book Store:
http://www.kitchen-press-book-store.blogspot.com/

From the book:


Ledge


By a stalk of
bramble thrust


up from brush
that skirts this


cliff ledge—
a humming-


bird hovers
thorn-level.


What people are saying:

I read Out of Light straight through (rare for a book of poems) when it arrived late yesterday: and again (rarer still) this morning; focusing different facets of the prisms. The echo I felt was a memory of the pleasure of beginning Merrill Gilfillan's Magpie Rising -- dispassionate language that shares a passionate view. That I was driven to learn more of the history, geography and politics of Humboldt County is a bonus. With this collection Massey has removed the last traces of clutter and lets emotion dance to nature.

--Tom Raworth

For those familiar with Joe Massey's work, Out of Light should continue to impress with a particular eye, and an equally particular ear, for the sensual or sensate. If it is true that the observer always alters the observed through the very act of measure, then Massey has certainly made an art of such alterations through the singular event of the poem. "No ideas / but in things," Williams might say, but this no longer suffices. "A thrust of // things— / a world— / words—// crush / against / the margin of you" says Massey, and throughout this collection of exacting poems one is apt to experience a tension between how the poet's world acts upon him, and how the poet acts upon his world, wherein the consequence of every act is measure itself. In Out of Light, there are no ideas but in such interactivity, an interactivity that bespeaks Joe Massey speaking. For those unfamiliar with his work, you will want to listen. And for those familiar with his work, you will want to listen—again. And again.

--Christopher Rizzo

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I'm not going to talk about any other news because I think you should focus on buying this chapbook.

2 comments:

Will said...

Julia,

I am amazed that you included me and my cousin the drummer in the same post of your blog. I am impressed -- though not as impressed as I was of your table tennis game.

WS

Julia Cohen said...

WS, if I had known you would read this, I would have put "mildly beat" or "gave him a run for his money" instead of, say, "slaughtered." Forgive me?
J