Wednesday, December 31, 2008
The Easiest to Fly Remote Control Flying Saucer (99.954)
The Children's ATM Bank (29.95)
The Always Current Talking Globe (179.97)
The Million Germ Eliminating Travel Toothbrush Sanitizer (29.95)
The Upside-Down Tomato Garden (79.95)
The In-Door Dog Restroom (149.95)
The Animated Emotive Robotic Companion (299.95)
The Carbon Fiber Heated Vest (149.95, jacket 179.95)
The Marshmallow Shooter (24.95)
The Hypnotic Jellyfish Aquarium (69.95)
The Remote Controlled Flying Pterosaur (59.95)
The Gravity-Defying Boots (129.95)
The Pocket Saxophone (99.95)
I love how they all have 1-3 adjectives too many in their names.
It's snowing like static like how my brain feels.
Come to Rhode Island and celebrate the new year with me if you're in the mood to drive here...
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
1. "what is a horse, anyways?"
2. "so I told my brother 'your donkey needs a friend' and he was offended"
3. "that woman is having sex with a dragon"
4. "the night watchman is a little bit retarded & his wife won't send the children to school"
5. "you know, the pile of stuff that grows"
6. "I like the mouse filled with dried beans"
7. "the bottle rocket landed on my doorstep"
8. "you can use glitter, too"
A) purchasing cloth-animals for loved ones
B) folk art
C) sibling quarrels (not mine)
D) recommendation, making home-made barrettes with mom (mine)
E) the phenomena in which numerous firecracker shards land on our steps each night
F) inquiry into species identification
G) the compost heap
H) early childhood education
Are you writing poems?
Thursday, December 25, 2008
This has release has been delayed for a while but I'm happy to let you know that if you order it now, it will arrive shortly. Dust-to-Digital:
Art of Field Recording Volume II: 50 Years of Traditional American Music Documented by Art Rosenbaum
Four CDs featuring 107 Tracks
96 Page Book containing Essays, Annotations, and over 100 Illustrations
"Art Rosenbaum is a folk revivalist of the old school. He believes that traditional ballads, blues, spirituals, and fiddle tunes are among the glories of American culture. Last fall, Dust-to-Digital released Art of Field Recording: Volume I, a four-CD retrospective of Rosenbaum’s work. It contained everything from ring shouts and murder ballads to a song about twenty frogs going to school. It was full of throaty voices and clanging banjos and the incidental music of daily life—babies crying, bar glasses clinking, cicadas on a summer night." — Burkhard Bilger, The New Yorker
Black Ocean has a swanky new website.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Maybe they will actually review the collection sometime soon?
I had a weird dream that I was trying to give Lynn Hejinian a copy of my new chapbook and it turned out that she was dating my freshman advisor in college, a woman named Alice. They were both so in love. And for some reason, they showed me their van that they had just bought together. It was a spacious van.
Win a free Kitchen Press chapbook right here.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Maybe not emotionally.
Maybe not professionally.
Maybe not empirically.
And maybe not with luggage.
But geographically, yes.
Last night I went to the supermarket in San Miguel & bought potatoes, peppers, an extension cord, and an outfit to wear today. I like it when a grocery story can cover all the bases. Mexican underwear.
It's very cold here in the morning but by noon it's so freaking lovely.
Today an avocado fell from the sky into a pool of water. It made a giant thud.
I wrote a poem between last night and this afternoon. So, progress, in the loose sense.
Frank Sherlock tells me:
The January 2009 release of the Heretical Texts series (v.4) is now available for pre-ordering from Factory School Books.
Volume Four includes books from:
Frank Sherlock- Over Here
Kathryn L. Pringle- Right New Biology
Brett Evans- Slosh Models
Jules Boykoff- Hegemonic Love Potion
Erica Kaufman- Censory Impulse
The entire set can be pre-ordered from Factory School here for $50, a savings of five bucks per book.
Have great holidays!
Sunday, December 21, 2008
So, I'm trying to get to Mexico City.
Kind of unsuccessfully.
I'm not sure where my luggage is anymore. But apparently it has not been traveling with me for a while and will most likely never meet up with me again.
Besides that it contained all my nice summer clothing (i.e. the clothing you wear at work during the summer, not your shortshorts), the sad thing is that it had ALL my holiday presents for my family. And it had ALL the books that I recently bought that I was planning on immersing myself in. The books, presents, and clothing (and my freaking glasses) are things I don't have the start-up capital to just re-buy. But you know what cheered me up? A poem by Zach Schomburg and Emily Kendal Frey in the new issue of Anti-. Actually both of their poems made me laugh at the airport but I can't steal their whole contribution so:
We sat next to a lady
on the train
with one of those phones
attached to her ear
that looks like a gigantic
black scorpion eating
her head off
Suddenly she perked up
to no one about
someone named Eli’s
The guy in Birks
reading the NYT
got super razzed
across great distances
while we quietly played
a game called
if you had to kill
in this snack car
who would go first
I have a co-poem with Brandon Shimoda in the issue, nestled in with poems by these other fine poets: Donald Zirilli, ellen Wehle, Nic Sebastian, Karen Rigby, Kristen Orser, Jeff Newberry, Marc McKee, Nathan McClain, Mira Martin-Parker, Partrick Lawler, Jenn Koiter, Donald Illich, Brandi Homan, Christopher Hennessy, Noah Falk, Adam Deutsch.
Yesterday I started & finished reading Aimee Bender's most recent collection of short stories, Willful Creatures.
So good. When I was in high school I read her first collection, The Girl in the Flammable Skirt, and it blew my mind. So almost ten years later, it made me happy that her work still moved me. The story "The End of the Line," was particularly sad/funny & beautiful. I think you should read it. It will make you think twice about buying a miniature man who previously worked at a bakery as a pet. It might also make you think about race and slavery.
Friday, December 19, 2008
So good. Thanks to The Criterion Collection: Rebel Samurai - Sixties Swordplay Classics. I got distracted by dinner and presents last night so I still have 6 and 3/4ths of the films left to watch.
Q. How late can you stay at work on a Friday?
A.: 9pm. Last night was a long, long night.
Also, that photo/man is really messed up.
Now I'm stranded at an airport. The new issue of Harp & Altar is up. CG Waldrep's poems completely slay. I haven't made it through the other poems, prose, and essays yet. But that's what being stranded at an airport is good for.
poetry by Stephanie Anderson, Jessica Baron, Julia Cohen, Claire Donato, Elizabeth Sanger, Peter Jay Shippy, and G.C. Waldrep; prose by Joshua Cohen, Evelyn Hampton, Lily Hoang, Peter Markus, and Bryson Newhart; Patrick Morrissey on John Taggart and Matthew Henriksen on Anywhere; Michael Newton's gallery reviews; and artwork by A.L. Steiner + robbinschilds.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
So, deep gratitude to Black Lawrence Press for reading and engaging with my manuscript. I'm excited.
Triggermoon, Triggermoon is scheduled to come out around Nov 2010. So just promise me you'll still be my friend in 2010.
Right now they have the bio under my name listed as Larry Matsuda's bio. I'm on the fence about whether I should tell them I wasn't born in the Minidoka.
I haven't gotten all the gifts I need for Xmas. I need to do this Thurs & Friday. My list of activities/things that need to be completed by Friday is completely daunting & involves way more than shopping, icefishing, icedancing, & sheep sheering.
Also, I have to finish a poem or else it will kill me.
Andrew Lundwall has poems up at RealPoetik. You should check his work out, here's a sample:
i want a storm
i know rings
try on each
what i think
i live in my life
i have a hawk
Andrew Lundwall is the editor of Scantily Clad Press (http://scantilycladpress.blogspot.com). His work has appeared in numerous print and electronic literary journals internationally, including PFS Post, Big Bridge, Shampoo, Moria, Near South, Miami Sun Post's Mad Love, 88: A Journal of Contemporary American Poetry, Otoliths, rock heals, and Blazevox. He has released two chapbooks, klang (deep cleveland press, 2006) and funtime (Funtime Press, 2007), a collaboration with Adam Fieled.
I went to J & J's apartment last night. I love their apartment. It has lots of owl-like creatures, camera, and a couch with 4 stable legs.
J showed me this:
It is a pillow that vibrates/beats like a very calm heart. It is supposed to relax you. It worked. It made me want to nap, forever, curled up next to a fuzzy giant sheep-like heart. It was gifted to me. The company's website is designed to make you feel less creepy about liking it. I still feel creepy, but I'm okay with that:
Hold the Heart a moment and you'll begin to sense your own heartbeat slowly syncing with My Beating Heart's carefully designed rhythm. Our hearts naturally begin to dance and sync with the hearts of other we hold or hug. This is a phenomenon we have observed for ages. Hugging the Beating Heart a few minutes allows the calm and dreamy beat to relax the body, ease the mind, and cajoles the spirit.
My Beating Heart employs new advances in computer science, Artifical Intelligence, and haptic design. But we also developed the technology inside each Heart by combining the practice of meditation and yoga with software and hardware development. This lead us to design a small micro-computer to run of out specially made software.
The creepy part is when the website phrases things like this:
How to restart My Beating Heart
The Beating Heart has a tiny computer inside. Sometimes computers crash, from too much love. On the rare occasion a Beating Heart will not start, beats irregularly, or acts strangely reboot its computer. To reboot the computer, simply find the battery box inside the zipper pocket. Turn the power switch OFF then ON again. You'll see the Heart reboot and work perfectly again. After restarting the computer, if the Beating Heart continues to act strangely it's time to change the battery.
I think they just wrote a poem for me.
Also, they have the best warning label (click to enlarge):
Monday, December 15, 2008
Tonight is the office holiday party.
Wish me luck.
We're all dolled up.
I made a mask for it and then forced some co-workers to try it on. Paper, a xerox machine, rubberbands, and a stapler:
Come to my "pre-party." Let's "pre-game."
Let's get weird.
The new issue of Lamination Colony is up. A double issue for the cold season, so you can bulk up. I have two poems in it, and there is fantastic work by the likes of these ninjas:
The hand held editions reading on Saturday was great. For sale were these three badmothers: Timothy Donnelly's The Cloud Corporation, Stefania Heim's Three Poems, and Ethan Paquin's Nineains.
My apartment has a roof over all three of these chapbooks.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
-a heap of dresses
-1 wolf blanket
-3 juggling balls
-3 ties hanging on the door
-1 blue pillow in the shape of a dog
-2 empty ceramic cups that say half full
-2 plastic hippos (one adult, one baby)
-1 Chinese food menu
-1 credit card
I want to write a poem that is titled "Whatever the Fuck Was the Focal Point." Can I do that? I don't know if I'm the poet for the job.
I think I can hear cats having sex outside.
I'm constantly failing.
Watching The Life of Mammals hosted by David Attenborough is not distracting enough.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
I like festive.
If it weren't for the unnecessary use of electricity, I would be quite pleased by the lights. In fact, when I block the energy issue out of my mind, I thoroughly enjoy the lights.
I whisper, "Arc of lights, how I love thee!"
And then M slaps me.
No, then M whispers "O, bobbled halos of my heart!" and we skip into our Apt.
However, with these lights comes non-stop Christmas music.
This I find particularly distracting and, ultimately, offensive. It's offensive and presumptuous to assume that a) everyone here is Christian or Catholic, b) and that, because everyone is Christian or Catholic they would appreciate it, or c) that even though there may be many other people of varied religious or non-religious views, it is perfectly fine to subject them to this. I live near the street corner, so if I don't play music in my apartment, I can hear it all day on the weekends. And if I do have music on, I need to play it loud enough so that it does not interact with the Christmas music, but supersedes and negates it.
Now I sound like a Grinch who needs to get out more. I'll give you that. So, I think I'll go to this reading tonight:
Please join us in celebrating the release of hand held series 1, featuring readings by Timothy Donnelly, Stefania Heim, and Ethan Paquin:
December 13, 7:oo @ A Public Space
323 Dean Street (at 3rd Ave)
Admission is free.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Last night M and I watched Transsiberian:
This movie is all about American xenophobia & stupidity. How everything can work out if you outrun corrupt Russian police (working for the Mafia), jump on an empty train, and then drive it head-on into another train, which happens to be full of soldiers who can then help you. Then you will come out unscathed. Besides the build-up of repressed guilt relating to how you secretly killed a man in a deserted church in the woods. A man that said, before you killed him, "I would never hurt you." And then you clocked him on the head with wood from the broke-down church. You may have to wrestle with that for the rest of your life.
But not really, because you are American and going back to America.
The movie did make me want to take a train ride. But maybe one more like The Darjeeling Limited:
We made you a movie about the relationship between slamming sounds & visual flipping:
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Please tell me, please?
I don't know what to get my brother. Did you know that people are still making American Pie movies? I find it very discouraging to see a 'hot' girl, a 'dorky' boy, and a 'sheep' on the cover. I googled "presents" to see what gifts would come up and this happened:
These are also "presents" according to google:
My brother is in for a treat.
The new issue of Word for/Word is out, #14. These lovely poets kick it:
Emily Anderson, Teresa K. Miller, Amish Trivedi, Lisa Lightsey, Elizabeth H. Barbato, Cristiana Baik, Autumn Carter, Hanna Andrews, Ian Davisson, Michael Rothenberg, Lynn Strongin, Felicia Shenker, Allison Carter, Ryo Yamaguchi, Aby Kaupang
The issue also features visual poetry like Karl Kempton and Tim Willette.
This was one of the earliest journals to take my poems years ago, so I have deep gratitude to Jonathan Milton for his encouragement. He is accepting submissions until July, so send your work his way.
I forgot to mention earlier this week that The Home Video Review of Books: Vol 1, Issue 2 is out. I think Shimoda and Shirinyan's reviews are particularly poignant. In this issue you will find reviews of:
Gina Myers' Behind the R
Kim Hyesoon's Mommy Must Be a Fountain of Feathers
Lisa Jarnot's Night Scenes
Dan Machlin's Dear Body
Brett Price's Trouble with Mapping
John Taggart's There are Birds
Ara Shirinyan's Your Country Is Great
Brandon Shimoda's The Alps
Joel Chace's Matter No Matter
Jon Godfrey's City of Corners
Jen Tynes's Heron / Girlfriend
Anne Heide's Wiving
Anne Boyer's Art is War
Darcie Dennigan's Corinna A-Maying the Apocalypse
Allison Carter's Shadows are Weather
Mark Cunningham's Body Language
To submit a book for review send review copies to:
c/o Julia Cohen & Mathias Svalina
505 62nd St, #C2
Brooklyn, NY 11220
Zachary Schomburg, Daniela Gesundheit, Dan Goldman, Stephanie Sherman,
Ken Rumble, Jon Pack, Jayna Maleri
Have you all been reading about the cholera outbreak in Zimbabwe? 800 have died, 15,000 are infected, and half the country's population is at risk. I personally think that Mugabe should be put in a dark, moldy cage that smells like the decomposing bodies of all of the people he has knowingly killed either directly or indirectly through his policies.
Is he only still in power because our own government doesn't care that much about countries that do not effect the 'oil crisis'?
Speaking of oil, I really hope that we appoint Peter Sarsgaard as the new Car Czar.
I'm all about ending on a high note.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
I wore my winter coat, gasp, unzipped!
I've been sick, no fun. Which means I cannot go to the Bluestockings reading for Jackie Clark or the Circumference reading, both on Thursday. Circumference is the best journal that I never read as thoroughly as I should. It is so good. What is wrong with me? Maybe I will go home tonight and read the back issues I have on my shelf.
Being under the weather also means I lay in bed yesterday and listed to 6 hours of NPR. I mostly listen on Saturdays and Sundays, and then by podcast, so yesterday made me realize that I wanted to 1) quite my job and stand in the hot shower all day listening to the radio.
Although I will say radio news was very repetitive. Particularly because the Illinois Gov' Blagojevich was accused (for good reason) of trying to sell a Senate seat. Oh my lord. I try and think of refined ways to articulate how I feel about Blagojevich but all I come up with is: What an asshole. These are the quotes that were on loop every hour:
“I’ve got this thing,” Mr. Blagojevich said on one recording, according to the affidavit, “and it’s [expletive] golden. And I’m just not giving it up for [expletive] nothing. I’m not going to do it. And I can always use it. I can parachute me there.”
I couldn't find the exact quote, but on the radio you can hear the phone recording of how pissed Blagojevich is when Obama refused to act corruptly rejected the idea of selling the seat to his preferred Senatorial candidate.
NYT says: In fact, there are indications that Mr. Obama and his team refused to go along with the "pay to play" way Blagojevich is accused of operating, offering only "gratitude" if the governor appointed his friend Valerie Jarrett to take his U.S. Senate seat, much to the governor's chagrin.
You should check out Scantily Clad Press. They do some glorious e-chapbooks. and they are also accepting submissions, so get your 18-25 page manuscript ready and send it their way:
Scantily Clad Press is accepting manuscripts from poets for publication in our electronic chapbook series.
Submissions are accepted via e-mail as .doc or .rtf attachments. Please include "Scantily Clad Press E-Chap Submission" in your subject line.
Monday, December 8, 2008
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 (flimforum.blogspot.com). 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 housepress.org. He currently lives and writes in Albany, New York.
Visit us at www.stockportflats.org/
If you would like to book a reading, contact Lori Anderson Moseman at: email@example.com. Or contact Matthew Klane at: firstname.lastname@example.org. Also: matthewklane.blogspot.com.
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
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. www.tarabetts.net
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 http://coldfrontmag.com/. You can find her online at http://nohelpforthat.wordpress.com.
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.
Tim Stark is the proprietor of Eckerton Hill Farm in .
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, , Spooky Boyfriend, and elsewhere. She hosts and curates EARSHOT, a http://earshotnyc.com) and lives in Queens, NY.
dedicated to emerging writers of all genres (Erika's Loft
85-101 North 3rd St.
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.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Open Letter to Joseph Massey:
Dear Joe Massey,
If you had to bang any non-human animal, what would it be?
Please respond immediately.
P.S. Snow Tiger and Giant Ant Eater are already taken.
Note from Absent Magazine:
We are now reading submissions of poetry for our next issue. Please spread the word! Send up to 10 pages of poetry, in the body of an email or as a .doc or .rtf attachment, to email@example.com. Simultaneous submissions are fine, just let us know if your work is accepted elsewhere. We do not accept previously published poems. We will attempt to respond to all submissions within a month. If you would like to submit in another genre (prose, sound, image, etc.) please query.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
I'm contemplating wasting my morning by seeing the new Bond movie at all. Specifically, at 11am.
There are other things I could do, though. Like check out the new issue of Coconut:
Coconut 14 live on the web, featuring new poems by Snezana Zabic, Denise Duhamel, Nin Andrews, William Minor, Lee Ann Roripaugh, Chad Sweeney, Brigitte Byrd, W.B. Keckler, Shira Dentz, Jared White, Eileen Tabios, Amber Nelson, Sam Pink, Molly Arden, Graeme Bezanson, John Most, David Lehman, Dana Guthrie Martin, Sarah Bartlett, Matt Turner, Lara Glenum, Susana Gardner, Carmen Gimenez Smith, Jackie Clark, Gale Nelson, Stephanie Berger, Rauaun Klassnik, and Jed Rasula!
And if you are free on Tuesday, this is what CAConrad tells me:
[The Bruise, winner of the Ronald Sukenick Innovative Fiction Prize (FC2)]
DOUGLAS A. MARTIN
[Your Body, Figured (Nightboat)]
MATTILDA BERNSTEIN SYCAMORE
[So Many Ways to Sleep Badly (City Lights)]
Time to get the new issue of The Home Video Review of Books ready for your viewing pleasure.
Friday, December 5, 2008
GlitterPony Issue #6 is up. I have some poems in there as well as collab poems. Come and get 'em. More importantly, the other awesome contributors are: Elizabeth Lenson, Shane Jones, Mathias Svalina, Ari Feld, Donald Dunbar, Lisa Ciccarello, and Seth Parker.
Are memories inherently anachronistic?
This is happening? Do you want to go to it?
Friday Dec 12th
State By State: A Panoramic Portrait of America
With Jonathan Franzen, Parker Posey and Others
7:00pm, 66 W 12th St, Tishman Auditorium, $10 (Free to CURRENT* NS Students)
State By State: A Panoramic Portrait of America was inspired by the WPA State Guides of the 1930s. Editors Matt Weiland and Sean Wilsey wanted to know "what makes one state different form another? What are each state's particularities and idiosyncracies, their prejudices and biases, their beauty marks and moles, their cadences and jokes?" State by State answers these questions and more while portraying the beauty, the kitsch, the unexpected and the quintessential things that make America home. Weiland, the deputy editor of The Paris Review, and Wilsey, author of the bestselling memoir Oh The Glory Of It All and an Editor at Large at McSweeney's quarterly, first came together to create the bestselling book, The Thinking Fans Guide to the World Cup.
Did I ever tell you that my bedroom ceiling has an asshole? Look:
self portrait as Paleface Dirtyhair
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Last week I went because my friend's parents were in town and we didn't want to meet them at a depressing deli. So, a nice sandwich shop seemed like a good NYC alternative.
I decided to go back because the sandwich I had was large, it was pole caught tuna, with dill, olives, and roasted lemon. It was expensive, more than I ever want to pay for a sandwich, but it was good. No complaints about the delivery/presentation of it.
Do you like how I'm setting the scene?
Anyways, this time, the sandwich was extremely small. Like, I paid $9.17 for a sandwich the size of American Doll food. It was clear they gave me the heel of the bread, which looked stingy and ridiculous on the plate. I was hungry but also a wuss, so the girl I was with actually asked them herself (pretending to be me, with my plate of food) if they could make another since they were clearly going to start with a new loaf of bread.
They said no.
If they had replaced my sandwich, I would have been happy. But now I can act vindictively:
Now, let me show you the photos of the small sandwich and you can judge for yourself. Please note that my way of measuring how small it was is to compare it to my small cell phone. So, first you can see how small my cell phone is:
I hope that Tom Colicchio reads this and offers me a GIANT sandwich. Also, a giant cell phone.
I really need to clean the bedroom and the living room.
Mainly the bedroom.
Although both would be wildly welcome changes.
I have two suitcases exploding in the bedroom. Why? I don't take business trips that often. One suitcase is my "winter clothes" I pulled from the closet. I'm worried they are itchy or I won't like them anymore. You understand this also means I have basically been wearing my heaviest summer clothing up until I pulled this suitcase out.
What is in the other suitcase, you might wonder? Now that is a precious little secret.
Something happening tonight I won't be going to:
Thursday, December 4th, 2008, 7:00 pm
The Writers Studio welcomes special guest readers Robert Pinsky, Tom Sleigh, and Rachel DeWoskin.
Judson Memorial Church
55 Washington Square South, NYC
$5 suggested donation at the door
Book signing and reception following the reading.
"The only negative thing about her personality is that she's a Nazi."--poet on poet's sister-in-law
Well, it feels like everyone in trade publishing got fired today:
Employees at all imprints of Simon & Schuster
Employees at Random House (Doubleday and Bantom are now being dismantled in addition to other lay offs)
Employees at Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Take that, Auto industry.
I'm hoping my job in academic publishing will be preserved. Good luck to all of you. I hope you are neither 1) expendable nor 2) making so much money that they want to fire you even if you are good at your job. If you do not fall into the above categories, you're probably safe.
Poems by Thanh Tam Tuyen, translated by Linh Dinh, are up at RealPoetik.
Anne Waldman & Akilah Oliver are the winners of the 2008 SEXIEST POEM AWARD
details here: http://SexiestPoemAward.blogspot.com.
This is happening Thurs-Friday, music-wise:
The Wordless Music Orchestra
Thursday & Friday, December 4-5 | 7:30pm
Limited ticket availability!
This is what I'm going to this Friday, Dec 5th, 7pm, at Pete's Candy Store:
Eric Baus is the author of The To Sound (Wave Books) and Tuned Droves (Octopus Books). He edits Minus House chapbooks and writes about poetry audio recordings on the site To The Sound. He lives in Denver.
Adam Chiles' first book Evening Land was published this year by Cinnamon Press in the UK. His work has appeared in Best New Poets 2006, Indiana Review, Painted Bride Quarterly, Gulf Coast, Free Verse and others. He currently teaches English and Creative Writing at Northern Virginia Community College.
Mark Horosky was born in the 1970's and raised in New Haven, CT. He was educated at Southern CT State University (BA), University of Arizona (MFA), and Pace University (Masters of Science in Teaching). He is a Special Education Instructor in Brooklyn. His writing has appeared recently in Cue and Tight magazines. His new chapbook is out: Let It Be Nearby (with artwork by Amie Robinson; Cue Editions). He lives in Brooklyn with Miriam and Lucas.
Miriam Benatti lives and works as a licensed massage therapist in New York City. In between changing diapers, rubbing bodies, and cooking cutlets, she's currently working on a chapbook of poems called Open Your Mouth.
Only at Pete's Candy Store
709 Lorimer Street, Williamsburg, Brooklyn
"L" to Lorimer, "G" to Metropolitan.
What was your Thanksgiving about?
Mine had a) home-made deep fried Twinkies
c) fake birds
d) real fruit