Monday, March 31, 2008

One Little Tremor Press

Turn up your volume:

Have you not heard Snowblink's recent songs? Sort of a pre-release before the new album "Long Live" comes out. Daniela Gesundheit, the singer and songwriter of this band, has one of my favorite voices. Her singing is so confident, but it's also like she lets her voice catch on the breeze of every note, delicately & langorously, hanging on each speck of pollen floating by. Maybe more like the most beautiful kite you've ever seen. You almost forget there is a string & a human anchor.
She was in the first issue of Saltgrass, by the way.

Go here: http://www.daytrotter.com/article/1220/snowblink

And first listen to "The Tired Bees."

Then listen to "Rut & Nuzzle."

Ok? I'm looking out for you.

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Ah, more books have just come out:

1)Alex Lemon's Hallelujah Blackout. I highly recommend you get a copy- I'm going to buy one. "We can talk about it together!" I've actually been waiting for a bit for this title, as I think the initial pub date was aiming for the AWP conference in January.

Dear Friends—
My new book Hallelujah Blackout has been published my Milkweed Editions. I’m so excited about this book, Milkweed has done an amazing job. Please check it out.

http://www.milkweed.org/component/page,shop.product_details/flypage,shop.flypage/product_id,855/category_id,52/option,com_phpshop/Itemid,8/


http://www.amazon.com/Hallelujah-Blackout-Alex-Lemon/dp/1571314318


Here is the books first review
from Publishers Weekly

Starred Review—"You/should have seen the sweat of still-being-alive" writes Lemon in his sprawling, varied, and ambitious second collection. Thoughts of joy and pain, eros and death, not to mention references from Van Gogh to half-scratched lotto tickets" collide in these unclassifiable, rapid-fire poems. Lemon (Mosquito) constantly aske the reader to take his complex ecstasies in one swallow, diction and image madly comingled: "Alleluia, asshole, amen,/" Together: let us eat." Elsewhere, "a car wreck/In my hands," is followed by a plea to "Come with me tonight, my chocolate-/smelling love." At times the fever pitch of these poems is diminished through repetition, but the book's two long poems—"Abracadaver" and the title piece—provide a counterpoint to Lemon's freewheeling antics: a softer, more stripped down voice amid the rush "in the matchbook of our heads."

He has two readings coming up in NY although not all the details are hashed out:

Ear Inn Reading Series w/ Ada Limon and Jerry Williams
April 19, NYC, NY
326 Spring Street, NYC 3:00


Four-Faced Liar w/ Ada Limon
April 20, NYC, NY

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2) CA Conrad's (Soma)tic Midge

My new book (Soma)tic Midge, published by FAUX Press of Boston,

MY NEW BOOK -- I'm VERY EXCITED to tell you -- is OUT!
It can be seen and ordered at this link:
http://www.spdbooks.org/Details.asp?BookID=9780976521181

Here are two sample poems from the book:
one from LISTENLIGHT mag: http://www.listenlight.net/07/conrad/
one from SAWBUCK mag: http://sawbuckpoems.blogspot.com/2007/04/caconrad.html

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Sarcasm & Cashmere Press

When I was in college some girls on my freshman hallway listened to Teegan & Sara. I did not like them then (the girls on the hallway as well as the twin sister band). I have a hunch that on the whole, I would not like Teegan & Sara now, as I hear a song every so often, and I'm never impressed. HOWEVER, a friend just played this song for me and I'm totally a sucker for it:
"Back In Your Head":


Does this make me lame?

Yep!

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On Wednesday night I am going to do this:

Lots of Things Like This
organized by Dave Eggers

April 2 - May 10, 2008

Opening reception: Wed, April 2, 6-8PM

With works by Jean-Michel Basquiat, Leonard Cohen, David Berman, Ted Berrigan, Joe Brainard, Georges Braque, Jeffrey Brown, R. Crumb, Henry Darger, Marcel Duchamp, CM Evans, Shephard Fairey, David Godbold, Alasdair Gray, Philip Guston, Paul Hornschemeier, Jay Howell, Chris Johanson, Maira Kalman, Kenneth Koch, David Mamet, Quenton Miller, Tucker Nichols, Alice Notley, Ron Padgett, Raymond Pettibon, Dan Perjovschi, Amy Jean Porter, Steve Powers, Royal Art Lodge, Peter Saul, George Schneeman, Olga Scholten, David Shrigley, Shel Silverstein, Nedko Solakov, Ralph Steadman, William Steig, Saul Steinberg, and Kurt Vonnegut

This show will explore a very small and specific type of artmaking exemplified by contemporary people like David Shrigley, Raymond Pettibon, Nedko Solakov, and Tucker Nichols. This kind of art, which we refuse to name, is somewhat crude, usually irreverent, and always funny. It exists somewhere between one-panel cartoons and text-based art. What we're talking about, basically, is a show of about 100 works that subscribe (unknowingly) to the following criteria: a) they're drawings, usually very basic or crude; b) these drawings are accompanied by hand-drawn text on the artwork, and this text refers to the drawing, much like a caption; c) this caption-text is funny. So in many ways you might say these are cartoons, because we’ve just listed the qualifications of a cartoon. But the works in this show are usually found in galleries, not newspapers or magazines, and so we have something interesting to think about: Is humor allowed in art, and in what forms? Are captions allowed in art, and why? And most importantly, why doesn’t David Shrigley spell better?
- Dave Eggers

291 Church Street, New York, NY 10013
t. 212.431.5270 f. 646.827.2487
info@apexart.org www.apexart.org
apexart is a tax-deductible 501(c)(3), not-for-profit organization

I've avoided reading the actual description, just want the lineup, & I'm really looking forward to seeing Darger up close as well as Basquiat, and what sort of drawings does Alice Notley do?!!

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Last week was a bad week:

-serious rent problems
-consistently no hot water for necessary showers (not related to my other, self-induced rent problems)
-second week straight of 9-5pm conference meetings inside a hotel
-getting sick, not helped by taking cold showers
-other things

= Julia fell apart at home & tried not to fall apart near strangers on the subway.

I hate it when I fall apart, it makes me feel like I'm losing perspective. I mean, I think I do lose perspective when I'm sick and tired and my world view shrinks to the inside of a snowglobe. And the snowglobe is inside my head. That's bad news. I am much better this week. And really appreciative of the numerous friends who made me leave my cold water apt and hang out this last weekend.

Still no hot water, though.

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The new journal Fou has their fist issue up. The usual suspects with solid poems. I made my way through most of them this morning and I'll go back for a second round this evening:
http://www.foumagazine.net/numberone.htm

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I think that if I could sew whales onto all of my clothing, I would be a happier person. Or just mountain peaks with a fox at the bottom. Yes, I think I so.


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There is more work on my desk to do.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

I Miss You Press

So many people I love live far away from me. Is it irredeemable that I actually want to start a press called I Miss You Press? Definitely. Maybe I'm slipping, maybe I should write Hallmark cards? I hear they pay very well. My grandma sent me this badboy for Easter:

Jews like 3D, unfurling, fury Easter cards. I talked to Spook (my grandma) on the phone yesterday:

Me: Grammy!
Spook: Julesy! How are you feeling?
Me: I'm feeling good.
Spook: But are you feeling well? I don't care if you're good.
Me: I'm feeling well, too. Thanks for the easter card.
Spook: Your most welcome. When I saw it, it reminded me of you.
Me: Thanks?
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Last night I went to Bushwick:

Tao Lin was having a party & I like it when quiet, burrowing poets who speak through their teeth have parties:

Apparently this white piano was in 7 playboy shoots. No joke. Now it's been gifted to writers who don't know how to play it. So far I have seen fake piano playing as well as a poet typing a poem on a laptop placed on top of the keys.

Which is better for a cold, a packet of 1,000mg vitamin C or whiskey?:

Don't worry mom, I'm a grown-up, I went for the vitamin C packet. It tasted gross, though.

Oh, did you drop your baseball on the tracks?:

Friday, March 28, 2008

My Sarcasm Will Clothe The World Press

This whole week is all about: getting sick / trying not to get sick.
The conference I've been at is now over. Our booth was located near the door, and I was never able to figure out if the insidious & continuous gusts of wind were coming in through 1) the gaping, open door funneling air from a long hallway or 2) what looked liked gigantic vents from the ceiling right above us. I think this air was meant to filter the entire conference hall. This is good in that we were breathing the cleanest of the air but very, very bad in that talking from 9am-5pm without a break to prospective authors in the middle of a wind tunnel is not the best for fighting off The Troubles. If you ignore the cough, my voice is rather sultry now. I've always wanted a sultry voice.

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Yesterday someone sincerely told me, "It's not uncomplicated."

Yes, yes, it's complicated.

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Is it possible to use the phrase "oily wren," "not uncomplicated," and "Toyotathon my favorite word" all in the same poem?

I might try.

Is it weird to say I want a poem to read like a strobe light?

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Anyways, I am waiting for these three books to come in the mail:

Ashes for Breakfast
Selected Poems
by Durs Grünbein
Translated by Michael Hofmann

The Curved Planks
Poems / A Bilingual Edition
by Yves Bonnefoy
Translated from the French by Hoyt Rogers
Foreword by Richard Howard

In the Western Night
Collected Poems, 1965-1990
by Frank Bidart

Why not? We shall see. I hope they arrive next week.

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I'm doing this at 4pm tomorrow:

New York City
Saturday, March 29, 4 p.m.
Rodrigo Toscano and Mark Wallace
The Bowery Poetry Club
308 Bowery @ Bleecker, right across from CBGB's and
just north of Houston.
For more details, including directions:
http://www.bowerypoetry.com/

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I'm going to be in my office most of this weekend. Send me emails & comments & babysnakes to keep me company. Ok? Hopefully I will remember to make myself a mix tape to blast while I'm here. The benefit of working on a weekend is you get to unabashedly adulterate the quiet.

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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Better Days Press

1) They blocked Scrabbulous at work. This makes me sad. I think that sometimes you have to balance employee productivity with employee happiness. Employee productivity ALSO goes down when you deprive them of coping mechanisms, like playing Scrabbulous against fellow poets at lunch or during a quick break. For example, now that I am more inclined toward bitterness & melodrama due to Scrabble deprivation, I am less inclined to care about "the profit margin."

Does anyone have suggestions for new coping skills?

2) I keep spelling sandwich like sandwhich.

3) It annoys me when people get visibly excited about new office supplies. Contain yourself. I like pens and post-it notes, too. No need to dance. Actually I take that back, please dance.

4)I'm reading Joanna Sondheim's Thaumatrope. This little chappy came from Sona Books:

Those are not my hands in the photo. I don't know whose hand that is. But, you can order it here: http://www.sonaweb.net/thaumatropechapbook.htm

I hope I have the time to give it a review soon, or at least a really thorough read. In the meantime, I like these lines:

he is listless,
he is humming a song for the group at the top.
there hasn't been a pearl like this for ages, wave
a light in front of his eyes.

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watched I didn't leave, and so walk circles near the window.
notice things moving in the grass below, notice
the grass below is moving.

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an evolving silence

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the youngest in the room keeps track of indiscretions.

many animal analogies, one for things smaller than eye level.

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5) The Outside Voices Anthology reading in NYC is tonight. I wanted to go but I've been at this conference all week and didn't get out in time to get there. Justin Marks, aka Poetry Bear, was reading.

Apparently the anthology is no longer coming out through the handy work of Jessica Smith. Maybe another press will eventually pick it up? HOWEVER, the reading is still going on so I hope if you were free, you went. Tell me how it was, please.

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I'm going home to read The Savage Detectives by Roberto Bolano (accent over the n). I've read the intro and then pg1-68 last night and this morning. It reads quickly. Is anyone else out there in the middle of the novel and want to talk about it with me when they finish?

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I am tired & snippy, time to go home (and play Scrabulous?).

Monday, March 24, 2008

A Hand Grenade Without Hands Press

This weekend was packed. The following photos represent the different categories my weekend fit into. My labeling got all messed up, though, so it is your job to associate the actual label with the image now. The categories are:

Attending the Small Anchor Press Reading/Party
Finding the DVD Pathfinder in front of "I Am Legend" at Blockbuster
Attending the David Shapiro, Noah Eli Gordon, and Joshua Marie W. Reading
There is a hot dog in the tree!
Too Sugary Donut!
Movie Stills from Pathfinder the DVD

Noah Eli Gordon and Joshua Marie Wilkinson Reading:

David Shapiro Reading:

Mathias Svalina Reading at Small Anchor:

Joshua Cohen Reading:

Audience:

Audience:

David Shapiro Reading:

Too Sugary Donut!

There is a hotdog in a tree!

Pathfinder:

Pathfinder:

Friday, March 21, 2008

Anticipated Viewer Shame &. the Movie 10,000bc Press

"10,000bc is better than my favorite poem by Billy Collins."--Billy Collins

"This movie will inspire you to write the poem that will land in the New Yorker or Poetry. Mine did."--Billy Collins

"If you love anachronisms you will love 10,000bc. I LOVE anachronisms!!!!"--Billy Collins

"I ate like 10,000 crepes after I saw this movie."--Billy Collins

("I am seeing 10,000bc tonight because Billy Collins recommends it so strongly."--Billy Collins)
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Last Saturday was beautiful. I mentioned walking to the awesome bookstore, Unnameable books, and one of the chapbooks I bought was Interview with Robert Creeley:
May 1998, Buffalo, New York

"This previously-unpublished and wide-ranging interview with Robert Creeley took place in May, 1998, in Buffalo. In his inimitable and digressive style, Creeley offers assessments and remembrances of Ezra Pound, Charles Olson, Edwin Arlington Robinson, John Barths, and others. He talks about myths and mythos, meeting his wife Penelope Creeley, the political potential of poetry, and the intricacies of the English Department at the University at Buffalo, as well as a practical, applicable, and absolutely accessible sense of how one might proceed as a writer. Includes an introductory note by the interviewer, Brent Cunningham."

from Interview With Robert Creeley:

ROBERT CREELEY: Dilmun was a very curious place. It shows up on the lading seals of many of the surviving artifacts from Sumeria. But it's non-existent. It's a city that doesn't have ostensible reality. The nearest one gets to it is that it seems to be paradise in some particular sense, but how can you have a ship coming from paradise? With lading? Could be Paradise, Kansas. But it's not that kind of a name, it's a very specific name.

[Cyrus] Gordon was speaking about the fact that Christianity was the mercantile religion—in effect quickly put together as a bridge, and that's why it was successful. Say presently you’re trying to make a bridge between the Palestinians and the Israelis. You'd think of some third thing you could be that could somehow not threaten either party, and that’s what everyone would become, like Episcopalians or something. It's funny, but near. Christianity didn't have the tradition or the investment that Judaism had, and also it was the dominant port religion, so that most of the businesspersons rushed to become Christians, knowing they could deal with the Mediterranean trade much more freely, and so on and so forth. After the talk he invited questions, and I remember there was one very classic, pleasant graduate student who said, "Professor Gordon, you speak of the Greeks" "gods" and "goddesses." What do you think the Greeks meant by these figures?" And I remember Gordon stops dead and says, "What do you mean 'meant'?" "What did they symbolize for the Greeks? What did they represent or stand for?" "They didn’t stand for anything. They were real." And the guy's sort of back on his heels. And Gordon says, "No, you’ve got to understand, the Greeks...those gods were real." You go out, and you see Harry for lunch. Could be Athena for lunch. These were not imaginary or symbolic figures. These were functioning, actual presences. It didn’t matter whether or not you ever saw them...you had faith.
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You can get the chapbook from Hooke Press here: http://hookepress.com/index.htm
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Anyways, then I read on my roof with MS and drank cider. This is the view from my apt in Brooklyn:



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It's sad when stuffed animals are shrink wrapped:


Thursday, March 20, 2008

Crayon Physics Press

I'm back from my conference! And oh my, I have discovered the best computer game ever. You have to watch the demo, it's called Crayon Physics Deluxe. I think it was invented just for poets (or kids who have parents who know better than to let them play Grand Theft Auto).

You basically draw on the computer screen with a "crayon" and build ways for the circle and the star to meet (you can draw anything from cars, to wedges, to falling boulders- anything that will help push the circle to the star or vice versa. listen with the volume on, it has nice music, too:

"Crayon Physics Deluxe lets you draw objects on the screen by clicking and dragging your mouse, or by drawing with the stylus of a tablet PC, as in this video. The objects you scrawl become part of the game world. The goal is to create objects that propel a crudely drawn ball toward a crudely drawn star. There is no single correct way to scoot that ball around; the fun is in exploring the options. Within seconds of hitting start, you're furiously scribbling blocks and ramps and wedges and seesaws, whatever it takes to reach the goal."

Did you watch the video? It totally wooed me. I need this game / this game might be my down fall in terms of productivity.

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I went to Unnameable books over the weekend and ended up spending $70 on poetry and Benjamin's The Arcades Project. I will show you the poetry next time I go home and write down the names of all the awesome titles I picked up / made me broke.
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FRIDAY:

Movie time. I am totally seeing 10,000bc.

I know, I know.

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SATURDAY:
There is a reading/party for Small Anchor Press this Saturday. You should come.
Readers will be:
Lonely Christopher, Satan
Joshua Cohen, Two Tribal Stories
Mathias Svalina, The Viral Lease

I mentioned this press before because they throw down both fiction and poetry chapbooks. Anyways, at this event, there will be chili, cornbread and pear tarts,
but you might want to bring your own drinks. It's at 6pm at the Small Anchor home base: 241 Clifton Place, #4 Brooklyn. G-train to bedford/nostrand; call 718-501-8888 upon arrival.

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MONDAY:
March 24th, 7:00pm

New York City

A CELEBRATION OF VLADIMIR MAYAKOVSKY

A reading of the essential Russian futurist poet's works. With
Michael Almereyda, Rachel Cohen, Martha Plimpton, Ron Padgett,
Campbell Scott, Val Vinokur, and Matvei Yankelevich. Co-sponsored by
Bowery Arts and Science and Farrar, Straus and Giroux.

Admission is $8 / $5 for PSA and Bowery Poetry Club members and
Students.

Bowery Poetry Club

308 Bowery

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TUESDAY:
Boog City presents

celebrating the renegade press

Outside Voices
(Brooklyn, N.Y.)

Readings from poets in the forthcoming
The Outside Voices 2008 Anthology of Younger Poets

This Tues. March 25, 6:00 p.m. sharp, free

ACA Galleries
529 W.20th St., 5th Flr.
NYC

Event will be hosted by
Outside Voices editor Jessica Smith


Featuring readings from

Ellen Baxt
Amy Berkowitz
C.S. Carrier
Lisa Lightsey
j.s. makkos
Justin Marks
Nicole Mauro
Steve McLaughlin
John Most
Marci Nelligan

There will be wine, cheese, and crackers, too.
Curated and with an introduction by Boog City editor David Kirschenbaum

Outside Voices
http://poetry2008.blogspot.com

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That's all before Wednesday.

Monday, March 17, 2008

Q. Triangle Paws Vs. Spider Hands? Press

A. Triangle paws are cuter, but spider hands might feel better?

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I'm at a conference all week but I wanted to say:

a) Thank you to everyone who came to my (rainy) Sunday reading. It made me happy. I read poems I hadn't read before, which was fun/scary.

b) My collaboration chapbook w/ Mathias just came out, When We Broke the Microscope.

Please buy it. It's, um, kinda pricey. Pricey like $50.00 pricey. BUT you get what you pay for because it's hand letterpressed with freaking amazing illustrations. You don't even have to read the poems, you can just gaze at the lovely typset and images.

Fully letterpressed on Khadi, Evergreen, and Biblio papers by Small Fires Press:

http://www.smallfirespress.com/chapbooks.html


If you do not like paypal (that means you, Mom), you can send a check here:

Friedrich Kerksieck
1103 14th St.
#32A
Tuscaloosa, AL 35401

(Also, mom, I will send you a copy so you don't actually need to buy one.)

Basically, Small Fires has already made these puppies so I feel responsible to get them off the shelf and into people's hands. Ok? Do you like how I'm surfacing from my conference meetings to talk about myself? Jesus, sorry.

My next post will be all about YOU.

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OK, I'm also going to show you the very short article I just read:

Was There Ever a Sport Called Face Slapping?
Posted October 21st, 2007

For a brief period in the 1930s, the Russian people in the city of Kiev came out to watch the sport of "Face-Slapping." The two opponents did just that, slapped each other's faces with their open hands until one bloody cornbattant gave up.

An endurance record was set in 1931 when two "slappers" went at it for 30 hours before the spectators demanded that the match be stopped, because neither bloody, exhausted man would be the first to quit.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Pumping Iron Press

So I went to that poetry reading. Red dresses, wolf tapestry, log cabins, and poems.

Zany? :









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My friend PT gave me a whole duffle bag full of hand-me down-clothing. But work-professional clothing. You know, as someone who is an oldest child and also 5'9'', this might be the second time in my life I have gotten hand-me-downs. My aunt Judi gave me her killer pair of red cowboy boots when I was like 8 or 9, I remember wearing those until there were holes where the big toes went. And now, many years later, I all of a sudden have a bunch of lovely work clothing. Things are looking up. I wore one of the sweaters yesterday.

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I hope to edit some poems this weekend. Ok, I need to work. Starting next week I have two weeks of conferences for my job. That means meetings from 9am-5pm back to back to back. I'm going to be tightly wound & AWOL. At least you won't bear the brunt of it. Right? Right?

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Did you know there is a documentary on the font Helvetica? I am a garamond girl, but I netflixed it to see what's up. I'll let you know how it is:

Plot:
A documentary about typography, graphic design and global visual culture, which looks at the proliferation of one typeface as part of a larger conversation about the way type affects our lives.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Denim Mania Press

My grandmother always tells me that you can't be proud of other people. It bothers her when parents say they are proud of something their kid has done, like the parents are trying to commandeer the achievement, even if they are simply trying to imply excitement and appreciation. But she is sort of right, "www.dictionary.com on Pride: feeling pleasure or satisfaction over something regarded as highly honorable or creditable to oneself." Pride is self-reflexive- that's probably why we're wary of it. Don't ever try and get into an argument about pride with my grandmother. You will lose.

But anyways, I only mention that because I was going to say, "I am so effing proud of my friend Benh Zeitin." I'm not going to say "proud" now. But I will say, "It's rare that I get to be so excited for what my friends have accomplished." Benh recently got into a serious car accident on his way to SXSW, the day before his movie premier. And despite the fact that he is drugged up in the hospital, with a new metal hip and no health insurance, he took home the Wolphin Award for the best short film at South by South West.

The prize or recognition by a larger institution isn't really what I'm excited about. I think it just makes me happy because he is one of the few artists I know who organizes his life solely to make the films he knows he needs to make. No steady job/income, no insurance, no drivers licence, no etc etc. But people recognize his drive and talent and jump on board. A lot of talented people who raise money, act, edit, etc. And then the results are stunning. I'm continually blown away. Watch out for this filmmaker. As a poet who holds a professional job and gets tied up in careerist things, sometimes I wish I had guts like him. Never to get side-tracked. Anyways, I'm totally rambling:

"GLORY AT SEA" WINS SXSW WOLPHIN AWARD
By Mark Elijah Rosenberg on March 12, 2008

Like the film itself, this story has (in its own way) a happy ending. As you probably read below, Benh Zeitlin--the director of "Glory at Sea," a miraculous short film that Rooftop co-funded--was in a brutal car accident the day of his first screening at SXSW. He's doing much better now, with his metal hip, painkillers, and tremendous set of friends and supporters.

Although Benh wasn't able to attend the first two screenings of his film, he may actually be able to get to the Friday March 14 show at 2:30pm (so go join him if you can for what promises to be a very emotional screening). And so, laid up in a hospital bed, the festival has come to him.

Many filmmakers sent along copies of their films so Benh could watch them in his hospital bed (holding his laptop inches from his face as he awaits new eyeglasses to replace the ones lost in the car). Many more people cheered on the film and sent their well wishes. I know Benh would like to pass on his thanks to all of you.

And last night, "Glory at Sea" took home the SXSW Wolphin Award for Best Short Film.

Brent Hoff and Emily Doe from Wholphin, the excellent DVD magazine that is part of the delightful McSweeney's empire, presented the award to "Glory" producers Josh Penn, Dan Janvey, and Par Parekh. Fittingly for such a funky, underwater film, and for a DVD zine named for a cross between a whale and a dolphin, the award itself was a pinky-sized vial containing a tiny squid, found some 6,000 feet beneath the sea by an official Wolphin oceanographer.

Immediately following the awards ceremony, I went with about 20 people to visit Benh and celebrate. He was moved and delighted and proud, and really loving the symbolism of this tiny dead creature pulled from the depths of the sea.

Facts about the accident, car insurance and medical bills are still sketchy, but plans for celebration / benefit screenings in Austin and New York are in the works.

Two stills from the movie:



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I will keep you posted about any benefit screenings in NYC because I'm going to force you to go. Don't even try me.

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This is happening friday:

O Carnivora! Dear Lycanthropes!

It is Twilight. The Fangs Drip.
The Eyes Scan the Tundra.

The Multifarious Array Must Hunt!


This Friday, A Pack of Poets!

Michael Schiavo, Andrew Hughes & Stephanie Cleveland

March 14th at 7pm, FREE


Michael Schiavo's poetry has appeared in or is forthcoming from The
Yale Review, Seneca Review, McSweeney's Internet Tendency, LIT,
Painted Bride Quarterly, Small Spiral Notebook, La Petite Zine, The
Normal School, Fou, 1913: A Journal of Forms, No Tell Motel, The Hat,
Guernica, Unpleasant Event Schedule, Forklift, Ohio, and elsewhere. He
is a contributing editor to CUE and, along with Whit Griffin and
Andrew Hughes, an editor of Tight. He lives in North Bennington,
Vermont.

Andrew Hughes divides his time between New York and Vermont. His work
has appeared or is forthcoming in Forklift, Ohio, Octopus, Spell,
Cannibal, and others.

Stephanie Cleveland is a feminist who has spoken nationally and
internationally against pornography, prostitution and rape. Her poems
have appeared in Colorado Review, Boston Review, Another Chicago
Magazine, jubilat and are forthcoming in Conduit and Phoebe. Her
essays have appeared in Adonis Mirror and off our backs. Raised in
rural Georgia, Stephanie now lives in Manhattan with her cat Lola and
works in Brooklyn as a babysitter.

Only at Pete's Candy Store
709 Lorimer Street, Williamsburg, Brooklyn
(718) 302-3770

"L" to Lorimer, "G" to Metropolitan.

Visit http://www.multifariousarray.blogspot.com/ for links to their
work and email me for more information.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

I'll Grow My Own Crown of Thorns So I Don't Need to Pay a Gardener Press

Oh, this is the saddest / best thing that will happen to you today:
(video called "Dear/Deer" featuring the band Akron/Family, their song, "Don't Be Afriad, You're Already Dead")


I really, really hope you just watched that.

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Also, if you have the time, listen to:

1) The Raincoats:



2) Heartless Bastards "All This Time"

I like the lyric, "Since you took my breath again / can you share your oxygen"

This is by far the dorkiest video I have seen in a while (for a song I like):


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Remember the slug sex video I posted? Remember? I had a lovely follow-up conversation with the knowledgable poet Ken Rumble that went like this (over gchat, don't make fun of me):
Ken:
yo
sweet
that slug video
do you know what freaky stuff they do
when they do
it?
me: what do you mean?
Ken: two words:
penis
eating
and I don't mean the sexy kind
do you know about this??
me: the leopard slugs?
Ken: yup
all slugs
me: they dont eat each other's dicks, ken
Ken: yes they do
here's the deal:
slugs are hermaphrodites
they have these really weird penises
me: david attenboro made no mention of this when he narrated it. did you listen with the volume on?
Ken: oh shit, no
no volume
but I know this about slugs
it's a good story
so they're hermaphrodites
and sometimes they get stuck together in the act of lovemaking
and so they start trying to chew each other's things off
so that they
can get free
and go about their days
the one who gets it chewed off
stays that way
with just the female organs
but damn,
now I have to go listen to this video apparently.
me: can i post this converation on my blog?
Ken: hell's yeah....
but let's add some expletives
ho bag asshole dick drip
me: you dont want [your daughter, Violet] googling your name and finding "ho bag asshole dick drip" by ken rumble
do you?
Ken: hmmmm
good point, Cohen
that's why you get paid the big bucks
guess we'll cut that part
or what if we just put in a series of
you know
those things
@#$@#%#$
maybe?
then she'll just be like
"dad, why
do you write
with the letters
that aren't letters???"
me: and thus, your daughter's first poem is born

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Sir, Sir, Your Rat Tail Is In My Deli Meat Press

I apologize in advance for that press name.

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Anyways, I hope you are coming to my reading on Sunday? Yes? Thanks. I will pretend not to be nervous just for you. But I will be nervous.

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I think I might go to this on Thursday:

The Poetry Brothel will be performing once again at the Jonathan Shorr Gallery (109 Crosby St. @ Prince) on Thursday, March 13th from 6pm to Midnight. Come hear:

Christine Hamm
Kate Hall
Nick Adamski
Robert Cunningham
Dottie Lasky
etc etc

"enjoy all our poetic temptresses in private readings as per usual. Don't forget the blackjack, tarot readings (by our Poet Prophet Robert Cunningham), The Baby Soda Jazz Band will be performing, and Anthony Zito will be doing live painting."

I am not sure what this thing is. I'm guessing it's organized by New School MFA students in cahoots with Jonathan Shorr, the gallery owner? Since I can't visualize the situation, I'm not going to think about "private readings" because that terrifies me, and I'll just go. See for myself. Report back to you. I'm planning on being a wallflower to the poetic debauchery. The poster I was sent for it:


I'm going to be working late so I figured I could show up around 9pm and see how things have unfolded.
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My friends are always emailing me the most adorable photos of their baby nieces, nephews, and cousins. I never get to send my own because all my cousins are between the ages of 17-27: Not that cute & no kids yet. BUT, my second cousin has a two year old I hung out with this weekend. My parents brought him my brother's old rocking horse. He went to town:

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I had an egg with two yolks:

Monday, March 10, 2008

Notes from the Undergrowth Press

Really, you should rent Life in the Undergrowth. At least the first disk. There is nothing crazier in the natural world than two leopard slugs having sex. I won't give too much away, but slugs have both male and female "parts," and when they mate, it involves long, blue-ish opaque male sex parts extending from the backs of their heads, entwining, and fanning out into a "translucent flower." by the way, before they can do all of this, first they "sliding down a rope of mucus."

Oh MY God, I found the clip on Youtube, you have to watch this right now:

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I really hope you just watched that.

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Tonight Ben Lerner is reading at the A&B series. I'm going. See you there.

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Last night I went to a fiction reading at KGB to hear:

Keith Gessen (editor of N+1) read from his novel All the Sad Young Literary Men
and Joshua Cohen read from A Heaven of Others

I rarely go to fiction readings and the room was pretty full of very attractive 25-35 yr old publishers or fiction writers or attractive friends of said publishers or fiction writers. The hipsters have grown up and they all like fiction!

Besides the fact that I felt like everyone was doing that undergraduate hipster thing of preening while simultaneously scoping other people out to determine 1) if they were better looking than other people there and 2) if there was someone better looking than them of the opposite sex they wanted to talk to, I kind of wished that poets and fiction writers had more mixed readings just so I could quietly stare at new people more often.

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Second attempt:

That last paragraph didn't come out right. This is what I meant to say:

The reading was really good. Cohen and Gessen are writing about completely different things so it was cool to hear such varied work at a reading.

I bought this!:

Joshua Cohen's Two Tribal Stories from Small Anchor Press: http://www.smallanchorpress.com/about.html

I mentioned this press because they recently published Betsy Wheeler's poem and chapbook, Start Here.

Again, I think it's cool that they do fiction & poetry.



Also, I like to stare at people at readings.

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So, I have a reading in Parkslope this Sunday. can you come?:

JOIN US FOR A READING AT PARK SLOPE’S 440 GALLERY!
WHEN: Sunday, March 16th from 4:40-6:00 pm
WHERE: 440 Gallery, 440 Sixth Avenue (at 9th St., F to 7th Ave.)
Admission Free

POET DAN MAGERS GUEST-HOSTS:

JAQUELINE BISHOP
Jacqueline Bishop was born and raised in Kingston, Jamaica, before coming to the US to attend college and to be reunited with her mother. She is the founding editor of Calabash: A Journal of Caribbean Arts & Letters, and is presently editing a film on a group of Jamaican untutored artists called The Intuitives. She has been published in The Caribbean Writer, Crab Orchard Review, Macomere, Renaissance Noire and Wasafiri, amongst other journals. She lives and works in New York City, the 15th parish of Jamaica. The River's Song is her first novel. She is also the author of Fauna, a collection of poems.

JULIA COHEN
Julia Cohen is the editor of Saltgrass and has three chapbooks available, If Fire, Arrival from horse less press, Who Could Forget the Sensational First Evening of the Night, from H_NGM_N B__KS, and When We Broke the Microscope (with Mathias Svalina), from Small Fires Press. Chapbooks, The History of a Lake Never Drowns from Dancing Girl Press and Chugwater (with Mathias Svalina) from Transmission Press, are forthcoming. She lives in Brooklyn.

CARLA DRYSDALE
Carla Drysdale's poems have been published in LIT, Global City Review, The Exquisite Corpse, Confrontation, Canadian Literature and The Fiddlehead. Her first book, House of Witness, will be published by Tightrope Books this year. A transplanted Canadian, she lives with her husband and two young boys in Brooklyn.

YVONNE MURPHY
Yvonne C. Murphy received an MA in Creative Writing from NYU and a PhD in Creative Writing from the University of Houston. She held a Bucknell University Younger American Poets Fellowship and a Stegner Fellowship in poetry, and has published poems in numerous anthologies and journals. Yvonne makes her home in Queens, and is an Associate Professor of Cultural Studies at SUNY Empire State College, where she mentors returning adult students.

DANIEL WEINER
Daniel Weiner, this month’s featured artist, will present a talk on his current show, NY Department of the Interior. Weiner was born in Oak Park, Illinois, raised in Los Angles and educated on the West Coast. His aesthetic is crafted from a degree in English and a master’s in printmaking, painting and photography, with influences from the California assemblage artists, work as a scenic carpenter and as a reader of romantic literature. He exhibits with Pierogi in Brooklyn, James Graham and Sons in New York. Recent solo exhibitions include The Farm (2003) and Sushi Visual and Performance Art Space (2001) in San Diego, 4016 Gallery (2004) in Los Angeles and 440 Gallery in Brooklyn (2008). Many of his works are maintained in private collections. He received his BA from UCLA and a MFA from San Diego State. For more information, please visit www.danieljohnweiner.com.

About 440 Gallery: Park Slope’s only artist-run gallery, a jewel-box space offering an alternative venue for Brooklyn artists. 440 Gallery seeks to present surprising, unexpected art to the community through exhibitions, talks, readings and events centered around direct contact with the artist. Open Thursdays and Fridays from 4-7 pm, and Saturdays and Sundays from 12-6 pm, or by appointment

I couldn't tell if I should have deleted my own bio from that listing before I posted it or if that would have been even weirder? Oh well.

Come! I'm going to read some old old stuff and some new new stuff.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

If You Pay Me To Feel Emotions Then I Will Feel The Emotions You Want Your Poem to Evoke Press

I've decided I need a second income:

*If You Pay Me To Feel Emotions Then I Will Feel The Emotions You Want Your Poem to Evoke*

I don't charge that much. There is also a sliding scale depending on your income. So if you do not make that much money, I won't over charge you to read your poem and feel "compassion," "exhuberance," or even the "detached apathy" you were going for with that last stanza. I will feel it all, emotionally, if you pay me. You can pay me in stamps, since I am low on stamps these days. I need stamps, really. What are we up to these days, 41 cents?

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Both of these movies are on my netflix list. Can you tell which one is the nature documentary and which one is not?:


When I was very young I didn't know the different in terminology between science and sci-fi. I just didn't know what the word "fiction" meant. I think that even if I did know, it was negated with the very serious "science" before it. Anyways, I was allowed to watch science documentaries on TV and mostly anything else that was on PBS. However, I definitely watched The Blob thinking that I was allowed to, because it was science, and there was a little "sci-fi" marker on the corner of the TV station telling me so. I was wrong. I was also horrified that it was a science fact that giant blobs of what looked like congealed mucus could fall from the ceiling and encase you. Needless to say, I went screaming into my mother's room. She was napping.

I have a love/ hate relationship with horror movies.

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How will you know if you have a love/ hate or a love/ love relationship with my chapbook if you don't buy it? It's that time to throw down $6 and do the right thing.

This chapbook, Who Could Forget the Sensational First Evening of the Night, is currently the second section in my larger manuscript. I recently updated the titles of these poems to go as:

Not the Grasses
1,000 Rooftops
The Ride Is More Music Than Ash
Two-Headed Kitten
The Chorus Brushes Its Teeth
Comb the Chrysalis from Your Beard to Fasten the Milkweed
Who Could Forget the Sensational First Evening of the Night
What Happens Around the Porch Eventually Shines Upon It
Not Any Replica
I Click with the Soundproof
If the Sandbar Is Temporary than a Promise Is Not
The Post

You can buy it here, thanks to lovely H_NGM_N B__KS:
http://www.h-ngm-n.com/h_ngm_n-b__ks/chapbook-7-who-could-forget-the-sensational-first-evening-of.html
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Ok, enough "fun & games." Let's get down to business.

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There are two readings this Sunday:

1) Mark Bibbins is Headlining:
We are writing to announce a new poetry reading series. Tea Leaf Readings, at the Tea Lounge, Union St., Brooklyn on Sunday, March 9th at 7PM. Michael Wilson, Caroline Depalma, Jackie Clark, and Mark Bibbins will be reading their work.

Hosted by The Tea Lounge, Julia Sorrentino, and Komo Ananda

Directions: Take the 1,2,3,4, N to Atlantic-Pacific and transfer to the R. Exit at Union St. stop. Or, take the R to Union St. When you exit the subway walk towards Union St. and turn right. It's 837 Union St. on the left side.


2)I like Narrow House and I like things published by UDP so you might enjoy your stay at this reading:

Sunday March 9 at the Zinc-TRS:

ELIZABETH REDDIN & JUSTIN SIROIS

6:30 PM
Zinc Bar
90 West Houston (beneath the barbie fur shop)

$5 goes to the poets. If you don't have $5, come anyway.

Elizabeth Reddin is the author of the The Hot Garment Of Love Is Insecure from Ugly Duckling Presse. She was born in Torrance, California at the Little Company of Mary Hospital; in 1993 she moved to New York City. She is also a recorded talking thoughts performer and plays music in a story band called Legends, with Raquel Vogl and James Loman. Her work has been published in The Brooklyn Rail as well as in UDP's newspaper New York Nights and poetry journal 6x6.

justin sirois is founder and one of three co-directors of narrow house, that publishing thing that used to be only a record thing. His new book, Secondary Sound (BlazeVOX Books) explores copyright reform, digital piracy, and listening for the ringtones that aren't really there. He lives in Baltimore, Maryland where he occasionally designs security documents for the Social Security Administration.

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Oh, and Monday:
Since I'm one of the few poeple left in the world who has not read Ben Lerner, I figured I should go to his reading on Monday. Right?

Join us for a special reading by some of the best, most exciting, new American poets: Ben Lerner, Rick Barot, and Sherwin Bitsui. Ben Lerner is the author of The Lichtenberg Figures and Angle of Yaw (a finalist for the National Book Award). He is also the co-editor of the important new journal No: a journal of the arts. Rick Barot's first book The Darker Fall, was the winner of the Kathryn A. Morton Prize. Monday, we are also celebrating his second book, Want, which just came out in February. Sherwin Bitsui is the author of Shapeshift and the recipient of the 2006 Whiting Writers' Award. He should be reading some great new poems for us.

Reading Between A & B

Monday, March 10, 2008 7:30 PM

Ben Lerner
Rick Barot
Sherwin Bitsui

11th Street Bar
510 E 11th Street, between Ave A & B
Closest subway stop is the L at 1st Ave.;

other close stops include L at 3rd Ave and Union Square (N, R, W, Q, 4, 5, 6).
Admission is always FREE.
Please see our website: www.ReadAB.com for poems by our readers!


More information about the readers and the series:

Ben Lerner is from Topeka, Kansas. His books are The Lichtenberg Figures and Angle of Yaw, both published by Copper Canyon Press. He has been a Fulbright Scholar and a finalist for the National Book Award. He coedits No: a journal of the arts and has recently joined the English department at the University of Pittsburgh.

Rick Barot was born in the Philippines and grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area. His first book, The Darker Fall, was the winner of the Kathryn A. Morton Prize in Poetry and was published by Sarabande Books in 2002. His new book, Want, will be published by Sarabande in early 2008. His poems and essays have appeared in numerous publications, including New England Review, The New Republic, Poetry, and Virginia Quarterly Review. His work has also appeared in many anthologies, including The New Young American Poets, Asian American Poetry: The Next Generation, and Legitimate Dangers: American Poets of the New Century. He has received fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts and Stanford University. He lives in Tacoma, Washington and teaches both in the Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College and at Pacific Lutheran University.
Sherwin Bitsui,

Diné (Navajo) poet, is the author of Shapeshift, his first poetry collection, and a recipient of the 2006 Whiting Writers’ Award. Other honors include an Individual Poet Grant from the Witter Bynner Foundation for Poetry, a Truman Capote Creative Writing Fellowship, and a University of Arizona Academy of American Poets Award. His work has appeared in several literary journals including American Poets, The Iowa Review, Frank, Red Ink, and others.

More Zombies Press

I like the looks of you. Come closer. Let me tell you something:



I always forget to buy stamps.



This means that I haven't submitted to journals that require hard copies in like a year. No joke. Luckily a lot of print journals have on-line submissions now. But there are a few that I get ready to send to, cover letter, etc, and realize I have no SASE. Damn you, SASE. It makes me feel so forgetful.

I recently found 8 stamps, worth 39c each (they are old I guess). This means that I had to put two on each SASE envelope. Which means that I submitted my ms to 4 contests. Stamps are on my To Do List. But if you saw the other things on this list you'd realize why stamps never get bought. Other things vary from "Replace 2 Eggs I Ate That Belong to Ludwig (Fridge)," to, "Catch that Mouse before Guests See It" to "Start Reading the Books that Prematurely Intimidate You."

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I want to read Hejinian's collection of essays. I keep forgetting to order it. I think reading it might make me happy.

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I am languorously making my way through Octopus #10. I'm up to the third row, which has 3 poems by Jason Bredle. I think I've mentioned him before. Um, go read all three. I'm going to post one of them below (is that illegal? Sorry):

BREADFRUIT


Sometimes I write my name on my underpants

to remember who I am and sometimes I write

someone else's name on my underpants to forget who I am.

Like how one ends up in this place?

You stare out a window fifty hours a week,

sometimes people come and dig holes

and other people come and stare at the holes.

Sometimes they appear satisfied,

sometimes they appear angered by incompetence,

sometimes they stand around the holes in groups of five

and discuss. One time a person

knelt before one of the holes.

Like how sometimes I wear your underpants?

They're far more comfortable, not to mention sexier,

than my own. Sometimes it rains here,

sometimes someone finds

a dead person floating in a pool,

sometimes the ambassador to Guyana is shot in a car park.

I'll never forget waking in a bathtub, blood in my mouth,

how we circled the savannah like the sun.

Some things about me:

I like breadfruit, curry, plantains, roti, and chickpeas.

My favorite rice is jollof.

I like to take showers, I like to romanticize

cocaine and suicide, I like to ride in vans

across mountains thinking I'll die

at any moment while listening to music

full of sexual euphemisms and talking to guys with cutlasses

in a language I don't understand.

Can you see what's inside me?

I like to remember my cat, when we were younger,

sitting on our windowsill.

I sometimes wonder what phulourie tastes like,

I sometimes think about a story I once read

of someone drowning, his last words, I'm giving up now.

Like how you stare out a window fifty hours a week?

You think, my situations are a direct result

of my previous actions. You think,

I'll jump here.

You think, I'll pretend it's 2005 for two years.

You think, can you always count on me?

You think, I'll jump one more time.

You think, how much would it cost to fly to Port Louis?

You think, why do I dream so much of air and water?

You think, I can't wait to go home, take off my underpants,

cross out my name and write Roger.


Jason Bredle is the author of Pain Fantasy (Red Morning Press, 2007), Standing in Line for the Beast (New Issues, 2007), and A Twelve Step Guide (New Michigan Press, 2004). New poems are forthcoming in Redivider, Low Rent, and H-NGM-N. He lives in Chicago.

Weirdly enough, I own 2 copies of Pain Fantasy. Well, it's not that weird, I thought I lost a copy when really I needed to clean my room, and then MS bought me another copy. I love both my copies and I suggest you get your own (1 copy is probably enough):

http://www.redmorningpress.com/catalog/index.html

Also on this row are three poems by Sara Veglahn. Go read those as well: http://www.octopusmagazine.com/issue10/main.html Read the whole row and then keep going, actually. You will lose out if you stop. The third row is a great row.

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I'm very sleepy (it's 8:15am and I'm at work, which means I woke up at 6:30) so apologies if this post sounds like a sleepy 5 yr old. That's sort of what I feel like. Somewhere I am a golden child. Somewhere a mailbox is filled with handwritten letters addressed to me. Somewhere a room is painted with paint the scent of magnolia & apricot jam. If my legs are the legs of an easel.

Monday, March 3, 2008

Zombie Paradise Press

I was sitting on the plane. This was sitting outside my window. If you didn't know that the mass of pipes, tubes, gas, and sizzly yellow lights was supposed to help the plane, wouldn't you think it might, um, blow it up?

I hate flying. Like, really hate it.
Oh, but I do like this part, the sea-of-clouds:


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Dear Anne Heide, I love your chapbook "Specimen, Specimens" this much:

http://www.durationpress.com/etherdome/order.htm
I'm not sure if the chappy is officially out yet from Etherdome, as their website does not have it listed as "out" yet, but what the hell, send them a check anyways and I'm sure by the time it gets to them, they can send you a copy. Or, you can order another one of their awesome chapbooks until this one is ready.

Anne Heide’s poetry has most recently appeared or is forthcoming in New American Writing, Notre Dame Review, Court Green, Octopus, and Xantippe, among others. She has three chapbooks forthcoming in early 2008: Specimen, Specimens (Etherdome), Wiving (DGP), and Residuum::Against (Woodland Editions). She is currently living in Denver, where she edits the poetry journal CAB/NET and is working towards a doctorate in English and Creative Writing at the University of Denver.

You should go to the poetry journal Diode and read her poem "Speak":

http://www.diodepoetry.com/v1n2/content/heide_a.html

AHHH.

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I baked a giant plate of brussel sprouts. Delicious, no?


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There are many readings going on this week. There is a serious marathon at Bowery on Tuesday with such killers as Eileen Myles. Since it is a marathon, you should eat lots of pasta before you go and throw cups of water at the readers:


National Small Press Month Reading Marathon

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Bowery Poetry Club

308 Bowery, New York, NY 10012

212.614.0505

7 pm to Midnight. $6.

Featuring: Eileen Myles (Wave Books), Noella Kocottomblin (Wave
Books), Lynne Tillman (Soft Skull), Jen Benka (Soft Skull), Brenda
Coultas (Coffee House Press), Ted Mathys (Coffee House Press), Alex
Rose (Akashic Books), Camelia Entekhabifard (Seven Stories Press),
Veronica Liu (Seven Stories Press), Martine Bellen (Belladonna
Books), Lila Zemborain (Belladonna Books), Dan Machlin (Ugly Duckling
Presse), Rachel Sherman (Open City Books), Leni Zumas (Open City
Books), Sharon Mesmer (Hanging Loose Press), Marie Carter (Hanging
Loose Press), Melissa Buzzeo (Leon Works), Tisa Bryant (Leon Works),
Bob Holeman (Bowery Books), Paul Mills (Bowery Books), Radhiyah
Ayobami (Bowery Books), Rachel Levitsky (Futurepoem Books), Erica
Kaufman (Big Game Books), Corrine Fitzpatrick (Sona Books), Dedra
Johnson (Ig Publishing), Grant Bailie (Ig Publishing), Camilla
Trinchieri (Soho Press), Anne Landsman (Soho Press), Jason
Schneiderman (Four Way Books), David Lawrence (Four Way Books).

For more information visit www.smallpressmonth.org or call
212.764.7021.

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Kate Schapira reminds us of her awesome reading this Friday with the lovely Kristi Maxwell. I need to buy Maxwell's new book, it on my list of Things-I-Need:


Hello New York folk,

I'm reading with Laura Goode and Kristi Maxwell on March 7th at 7:30 pm at

The Fall Cafe
307 Smith St.
betw. Union and President
Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn
F/G train to Carroll

as part of Matthew Henriksen's pyrotechnic Burning Chair series (www.typomag.com/burningchair/).

I'll have a beautiful new chapbook, Case Fbdy. (Rope-a-Dope Press in Boston), an older but still foxy chapbook, Phoenix Memory (horse less press, late of Providence, now in Denver) and some homemade treats for sale. I hope to see at least some of you there.

Excitedly,
Kate Schapira

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Brenda Iijima also tells me:

I’m excited to be reading with Martine Bellen at the Bowery Poetry Club next Saturday.


Martine Bellen & Brenda Iijima

March 8th, 2008

Segue Reading Series

Bowery Poetry Club

308 Bowery, just north of Houston

4 pm (punctual)

NYC

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My mom is coming to town! But only for Friday and Saturday, so we have a lot to do, which means maybe not going to readings. We have a museum we need to visit, a few drinks to drink, possibly a romance comedy to watch, and, um, some shopping to do. My "non-work shoes" are becoming an embarrassment to the Berman / Cohen family. My mom said it's her "job" to help me find new shoes. Then she rephrased it and said, "my pleasure." My new shoes will be very pleasing. I am very excited about this visit, I hope the weather is lovely so we can do things that I wish I did more often, like walk around Carroll Gardens or peak in some shops in SoHo. Yes, sometimes I wish I did those things.