Thursday, October 22, 2009

I Want To Be A Baby Vortex Press

So, I went to see some corn.

The corn stalks were very dry, bleached.

Children dressed like dinosaurs & monsters.

Babies were wheeled around in Radio Flyers.

Snowcones tempted me. But I resisted.











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Kristin Naca has a poem up at Poetry Daily. Maybe you need to read it: http://poems.com/poem.php?date=14542
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Sometimes a book is so good, you need to pre-order it. So, maybe you should apply that to Illusrtating the Machine that Makes the World, by Joshua Poteat.

You can order it here and here:
http://www.ugapress.uga.edu/index.php/books/illustrating_machine/
or
http://www.amazon.com/Illustrating-Machine-That-Ma...kes-World/dp/0820334146

"I find Joshua Poteat's poetry as moving as any being written today. His first collection, Ornithologies, was wise and piercing and beautiful, and Illustrating the Machine That Makes the World is every bit its equal. From the illustrations and inquiries of the book's opening pages, haunted by change and loss and the mysterious enterprises of every living creature, to the playful vanishing act of its final section, Poteat pays heed to literature's oldest and greatest calling: to tell the truth about things."
—Kevin Brockmeier, author of The View from the Seventh Layer

"Joshua Poteat’s new collection is a brilliant, unsettling, unclassifiable, and consummately strange sequence. Poteat possesses something of Joseph Cornell’s zeal to reconfigure but enshrine the ephemeral, and to make from the odd detritus of the past works that are at once exhilarating and elegiac. When we open Poteat’s Cabinet of Wonders, we encounter the work of a true original."
—David Wojahn, author of Interrogation Palace

Description
In this book-length series, poems with titles such as “Illustrating the theory of interference” and “Illustrating the construction of railroads” are paired with nineteenth-century engravings depicting phenomena from geology to astronomy to mechanics. Yet the poems relate to the images in an oblique rather than a direct way. Poteat uses this framework to construct a mysterious and engaging book that inhabits many worlds at once, bridging the real and the imagined, the traditional and the experimental, the surreal and the ordinary.

As each diagram and scene gives rise to a poem that intertwines the life of German artist and printer J. G. Heck—imagined, as little is recorded—with Poteat’s own, the book reveals a preoccupation with landscape that encompasses both the precision of Heck’s carefully labeled sine waves and brass devices as well as the eeriness of his depictions of skeletal hands or dogs tearing apart a wounded boar. Poteat’s intense interest in the natural world is set against a sense of a world behind the world, where each living thing is properly named and the Spirit glows purposefully above the forest, ready to heal if asked in the correct manner.

Here are some other extremely important blurbs to convince you of its worth:

"Good morning Vietnam!"
-Gilles Deleuze

"Yo, Poteat's book blasted my Irish pants off!"
-Seamus Heaney

"There are pictures!"
-Camille Paglia

"This book is, how you say, very much similar to, how you say, a book."
-Roland Barthes

"Yawn. Also, excellent!"
-Joel Osteen

"Paper is overrated."
-Richard Serra

"Call your mother."
-Uncle Harry

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