Monday, December 8, 2008

I Feel a Thousand Capacities Spring Up in Me Like A Subwoofer in a Crystal Cave Press

20 Fingers, 20 Toes

There once was a poet named Joe Massey
who spoke about everything crassly
although he was afraid to say
what non-human animal he'd splay
so his bed was empty but classy.

Matthew Klane's 80-page poetry collection, B_____ Meditations, is here:

Klane's daily meditations on being and the body politic evolve from Plato's "divided line" into a rotating T-square that boomerangs beyond Darwin, beats around Bush, and heads back to Whitman. These experiments ponder geopolitics and the U.S. electorate in an aural landscape Klane visually crafts. Readers start with spatial sonnets then find themselves amid bifurcated columns that fold into quadrants of haiku. The T-square reorients triptychs for the formal finale. This aural, serial feast inaugurates Stockport Flat's Meander Scar Series of experimental poetry.

Matthew Klane is co-editor at Flim Forum Press ( His latest chapbooks include: The- Associated Press, Sorrow Songs, and Friend Delighting the Eloquent. Other work can be found in: wordfor/word, Plantarchy, and string of small machines. Also see: The Meister-Reich Experiments, a hypertext, online at He currently lives and writes in Albany, New York.

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PRAISE for B______ Meditations

In much the same way that Zukofsky's "A" begins with a "round of fiddles" that embodies its vast aesthetic in the more intimate terrains of language, Matthew Klane begins B_____ Meditations by re-encoding the political as private: " Now Washington is within sinews / see in ink...." The mediations of CNN, in other words, are returned to the more immediate, to the "now" of our language and our very sinews. In doing so, Klane's ambitious and endlessly rewarding project dispels the idea that our politics are somehow "out there" and remote from our personal lives. However, even when playfully declaring that the "center is simple, man," this work is far from a utopian or idealized gesture. Instead, B_____ Meditations insists that our personal and political centers may be a matter of simple language and sinew, but those compositions are extensive, difficult, and intertwined in the commonplaces derived from both our private lives as well as our shared histories and cultures.
-Jonathan Minton, editor of Word For/ Word

B is just as it sounds, an epistemology of Being. Writing as history has become garbled by geography, Matthew Klane uncorks our ears to first poetic principles, without sense, unsound, without sound, non-sense. Klane hears the thee in theocracy and the twitch in politics, using decanted rhythm and rhyme to reorder our petty universes to size. To B, the philosophers got it wrong, for if a fall sounds in the forest, there must be a tree.
-Vanessa Place, co-director of Les Figues Press and author of La Medusa


This is what I am doing tonight:
KGB Poetry: Heather Christle and Maurice Manning
Dec 8 7:00p to 9:00p
at KGB Bar, New York, NY

Heather Christle:

One of Several Talking Men

Because my head is a magnet for bullets
I am spending the day indoors. First

I admired the topiary for several hours
and when my eyes began to ache I rang

for lunch. Lunch arrived with injunctions.
I considered my feet. I did not consider

my altitude. Because I stuffed myself
into the reliquary, I am finding movement

difficult. Luckily, I would not dream
of dancing in this outfit. You must be

a foreign exchange student. Allow me
to make an observation: We live beneath

a frugal moon, and only in her bad light
do our women seem consumptive.

Though what do I know. I am, moreover,
a senatorial moment, and if you don't

forget me, I may do it myself. You could
conceivably think I've never known love,

but I suspect that in the war years, when nurses
bandaged my wounds with repetitive flair,

there existed between us if not affection,
at least a sense that the subject could arise.


December 11th (7pm)
Bluestockings Radical Books
172 Allen Street, NY
Special Holiday Event- All Women's Reading

Tara Betts (poetry) ~
Tara Betts is a lecturer in Creative Writing at Rutgers University in New Brunswick, NJ. Her work has been published in several journals and anthologies including MiPoesias, Essence, Bum Rush the Page and Callaloo. She is a graduate of Cave Canem and the MFA Program at New England College.

Brooke Shaffner (non-fiction) ~
The first chapter of Brooke Shaffner’s memoir, Proximity, was published in The Hudson Review She received her MFA from Columbia, where she was a Dean’s Fellow; and has been a VCCA-Auvillar Scholarship recipient, a Prague Summer Program Scholarship recipient, a VSC Writer’s Grant recipient, a two-time New Millennium Writing Award finalist, a Writers at Work Fellowship finalist, and a So To Speak Fiction Contest finalist. She lives in Brooklyn and is the curator and host of a monthly reading and artist talk series at Park Slope’s 440 Gallery.

Alana Joblin (poetry) ~
Alana Joblin grew up in Philadelphia. Prior to making New York City her home seven years ago, she earned her B.A. at Oberlin College, studying English and Religion, followed by seven months of writing poems in Israel's desert, as part of the Arad Arts Project. Alana earned her MFA in poetry at Hunter College, where she has also taught undergraduate literature and creative writing. Her work has recently appeared, or is forthcoming, in Quarterly West, Crab Orchard Review, and RealPoetik.

Jackie Clark (poetry) ~
Jackie Clark is a poet living in Jersey City, New Jersey. Her work has appeared in or is forthcoming from Softblow, Sawbuck, and Tight, among other places. She is currently the Associate Poetry Editor of LIT and also edits the "Poets off Poetry" series at You can find her online at



Please join me Sat Dec 13th at 7:30 for Upstairs At Erika's. This will be a special event as it will also be a holiday party. So we'll have food, libations, music, and some good old fashioned poetry, prose, and non-fiction.

Featured Readers
Tim Stark is the proprietor of Eckerton Hill Farm in Lenhartsville, PA.
His writing has appeared on National Public Radio as well as Gourmet, Condé Nast Traveler, Washington Post, Missouri Review, Alimentum, and Organic Gardening. Tim and his farm have been profiled on National Public Radio.

Joanna Cooper holds a PhD from Temple University and teaches literature and writing at Fordham University. Her work has appeared in the Cortland Review and Pleiades, and she has a poetry chapbook entitled The Crocodile Lady and Other Poems. Joanna is currently working on a book-length poetry manuscript, tentatively titled How We Were Strangers.

Nicole Steinberg is co-editor of LIT and a contributing editor to BOMB. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Barrow Street, RealPoetik, Coconut, No Tell Motel, Eleven Eleven, Barrelhouse, Spooky Boyfriend, and elsewhere. She hosts and curates EARSHOT, a reading series dedicated to emerging writers of all genres ( and lives in Queens, NY.

Erika's Loft
85-101 North 3rd St.
Apt. 508
b/w Wythe and Berry

The closest train is the Bedford L which lets you off about five blocks away. Or you can take the G to Nassau Avenue, which is about a fifteen minute walk. I don't recommend it.


Joseph said...

There once was a poet named Cohen
who was moderately good at flowin'.
But then she grabbed a Sprite
and jerked it just right
and now that shit's explodin'.

Julia Cohen said...

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The Home Video Review of Books.