The second issue of Fou is up. I'm smitten with Brad Soucy's design/artwork for the site. Poets featured in this issue:
Tony Aarts, Ana Božičević, Heather Christle, Adam Clay, Peter Davis, Denise Duhamel, Adam Fell, Emily Kendal Frey, Brian Henry, Brad Liening, Chris Martin, Clay Matthews, Corey Mesler, Danielle Pafunda, Matthew Savoca, Michael Schiavo, Brandon Shimoda, Mathias Svalina, Chad Sweeney, Bronwen Tate, Dara Wier, Joshua Marie Wilkinson.
I really like Chris Martin's poem from This False Peace, but the spacing is such that I cannot pilfer it so you'll have to go to the website and read it.
Denise Duhamel is up to something. Truly.
I'm going to the Jill Bialosky & D. Nurkse reading tonight at KGB.
D Nurkse is one of the few poets published in The New Yorker that is interesting, although his non-9/11 related poetry is much more intriguing than the (post)9/11 work for obvious reasons. Someone should really replace the poetry editor. I think Paul Muldoon (previously Alice Quinn) needs to "trust the audience" a bit more with his selections. But, like, for realz. Anyways, I do like Nurkse's poetry, regardless of the other people published in The New Yorker:
There Is No Time, She Writes
by D. Nurkse (The New Yorker, August 6, 2007)
We have to bomb the rebel cities
from a great height, find shelter
for the refugees, carry a sick kitten
to the shade of a blighted elm,
fall in love, walk by the breakwater,
learn the words to separate,
marry, see a lawyer, grow old,
and always the wind seethes
in the bladelike leaves,
always the ant under its burden,
proud and indomitable, she writes,
always the faint music, the touch
of the other’s hand, and no way
to return, or even turn,
no way to face ourselves:
writing this, I pressed so hard
she says, the words are embedded
in the grain of the desk
and it is dark but I sense you
listening, trying to frame an answer
there where the dark turns inward
and a small bell chimes
in the stupefying heat.
So, come to the reading with me.
Two notes from Phil Cordelli on his new ebook New Wave:
I'm happy to pronounce that "New Wave", a project I've been tinkering
around with for a few years now, is finally seeing the light of day,
or at least the pale blue light of the computer monitor, as a free
ebook from Blazevox Books. You can download it at:
Hello again all,
Rebecca convinced me that a little background info might be appropriate. "New Wave" is a rearrangement of a long poem by John Ashbery titled "A Wave". Each letter and mark of punctuation in the original poem has been retained and recycled. Also no animals were harmed during the writing of this poem, at least not by me. "A Wave" was a poem that I ran into when I was first starting to read poetry and it frustrated me to no end. It seemed to be fundamentally unintelligible, written in a kind of alien logic. I started the project around 2003 partly as a way to understand it and partly as a way to destroy it, divert its rush of words, or grind it down to something that I recognized. If you're interested, you can hear John Ashbery read from it on the Penn Sound website: http://writing.upenn.edu/pennsound/x/Ashbery.html
Are you looking for an interesting poetry anthology for friends/relatives this lovely holiday season? Say, your pumpkin pie, um, sucks, and you should really come bearing something other than pumpkin pie. Well, buy & bring this:
The Poets Guide to Birds
Early orders—25% discount ($16.50 each)
Also, you should buy it because Joshua Poteat is in it and he is an awesome poet.
I like child vampires who question Biden's light sensitivity: