Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Some Cinder Blocks Are Not The Same Height As Other Cinder Blocks Press

1) M is very sunburned. Which is sad. But which was a good learning experience for me because I learned I like to put moisturizer on other people's arms a lot. Like, a whole lot.

2) Recently my favorite sandwich has been: 1 slice of bread, Veganaise, sliced tomatoes, sprouts, and freshly ground black pepper (open faced, but 2 sandwiches on the plate).

3) I bought my first vacuum cleaner today. Dirt Devil. Thank you N & S for driving around with us on domestic errands. & for guiding us to & partaking in a delicious feast at the Far East Center.

4) There is a cat that likes to take a poo near our living room window, so that the smell comes in. GROSS. So I learned that cayenne is a scent that cats dislike, so M sprinkled lots of cayenne outside our window. I'll let you know if it worked as a "natural repellent."

5) They tell me:

The summer issue of Fence, #21, is out. It's summery cover features work in cardboard by Jason Middlebrook, and inside you'll find poems and stories and "other" by, among others, Christine Hume, Jennifer Kronovet, Brett Fletcher Lauer, Lara Candland, Meena Alexander, Janaka Stucky, Karla Kelsey, Kate Greenstreet, Dean Young, Gregg Bordowitz & Liza Johnson, Ben Black, with a special feature on "Truth or Consequences in Nonrealist Fiction" featuring Kate Bernheimer, Brian Evenson, Laird Hunt, Joyelle McSweeney, and Eric Lorberer.

http://fence.fenceportal.org/v12n1/

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6) They tell me Sampson Starkweather has poems in Realpoetik this week:
realpoetik.blogspot.com

from LA LA LA


when in large groups
I often want to swing
Thor’s hammer
I call it POWER POETRY
transforming irritability
into energy
should win a prize
for almost existing
like a superlove
say forbidden
how weird is
becoming a tunnel
more of a pastime
than an act of civil
engineering no gland
to regulate this emotion
life is another way to say
proportional to
the push-button moment
my fortune cookie
a drawing of a mountain
appearing to disappear
I am the goat
perched on anything
a branch of shame
the denial
that one is one’s own
flag
it doesn’t have to be
whole to break
everything
is an action
watch the poem
sail into
itself





did you say river
without bend
or end
if it didn’t hurt
I’d have gone
a long time ago
good looking
out Pain
everything is a game
to my niece
only this
makes sense
the pesky not-world
hiding somewhere
I want poems
to be like 80s video games
land and sky
forever off
either side of the screen
New Zealand is like that
a promise held out
two horizons
that never come
together
are you wet yet
you love when I talk
landscape in overalls
scamper the flattened world
pick up
the occasional coin
or sledge hammer
someday
I’ll mushroom-leap
those goddamn digital clouds
we lie
under
and cry





every poem should begin
I’m kinda of in a dunebuggy
it’s a fact
feelings of powelessness
lead to killing and shopping
sprees weeeeeeee
oh there’s more
where that came from
a growing demand
for designer vaginas
in other news
ghost slugs are real
people can be so quiet
they barely exist
images of earth
always make me
horny it sounds
like a soap opera
when it hums
all God’s children
are brats probably
Brazilian at that
products of
product placement
know when to say when
how dumb is that
just keep going
swallow sand
try to finalize
any love
endless
like the games
people play
on the subway
get in
follow me
anywhere





have you noticed pussy
foot is always singular
iron lung killjoy
sound like bad ass Indians
take the longest breath
any man’s
ever taken
and begin again
the poem is its own
audience
scientists say the soul
has the consistency
of an expensive milkshake
bagpipes are bad
for the environment
Dear Mom
you don’t know shit
about poetry
if you were a think tank
we’d all be making
cartoon balloons
I love hitting
Undo poof
I made the rain
go away
chin music
is not a cliché
to say we’re all alone
your name is # 2
on my things to do list
Google Earth knows dick
about my birthmarks
let’s all change
color what are people
who study traffic
called a lot of love
has died technically
anything can be
counted


Sampson Starkweather's most recent chapbook, The Heart is Green from So Much Waiting is forthcoming from Immaculate Disciples Press. He is also the author of City of Moths from Rope-a-Dope Press and The Photograph from horse less press. He lives in the Qua.

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7 comments:

katie said...

You should also try: bread, veganaise, slices of cucumber, lemon pepper. In that order from bottom to top. Also open faced. I think it tastes better if you cut it into four tiny sandwiches, but I like all my food to be tiny. miss you.

Brian Foley said...

I eat cucumber sandwiches like an old lady. They make me feel like a doily.

Katharine Ankofski said...

the cat is just trying to welcome you to denver. how do YOU welcome people to new places?

Mathias Svalina said...

Kate, You have a very welcoming spirit.

steven karl said...

I suggest you add some radishes for a little bit a tartness, also it's a Sam kinda week- he has poems and a review of his rope-a-dope chap on Ekleksographia. Heard Sam read all of the poems over the weekend and they're pretty badass:)

Maggie May said...

i love the word 'radish'. for sunburn try also pressing warm green tea bags, they prevent skin cancer.

Julia Cohen said...

1) Ok, i forgot about cucumber so I out it on my sanwich this afternoon. Good call.

2) Foley, you & your doily cheeks.

3) Kate, I can very certainly tell you that I do not welcome people to new cities by taking a poo by their windows.

4) Radish really is a good word. I don't think I've put one in/on a sandwich before.