Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Hot Mamma Airplanes in Heat Press

Things I've been thinking about:

Vincente Huidobro's epitaph:

Here lies Vincente Huidobro
Open the tomb
In the depths of this tomb you will see the sea

New issue of Sixth Finch.

How to save money. Or, how not to spend it unless it's on airplane tickets & a dog crate.

4) My developing love of french fries.

5) That I might be in NYC around November 19th.

6) That sometimes I get scared when I take my puppy out at 3 or 4am so that he can relieve himself, so I will take a kitchen knife occasionally.

7) Antlers.

8) Chris Tonelli's review of Rebecca Wolff's new book, The King.

9) If you think you have written a VERY good poem:
Haven't submitted to our 19th Annual Jeffrey E. Smith Editors' Prize contest yet? You're in luck. Because server outages affected online entries for several days, we’ve extended the deadline for contest entry to October 9. Don’t miss your chance to win $5,000 for your short story, essay or poems. This year's contest offers over $15,000 in prizes -- $5,000 per genre in poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. Past winners' work has been reprinted in the Best American series. Each entry is $20. All entrants receive a one-year subscription to The Missouri Review either in print or in the new environmentally friendly digital format, which includes bonus audio content. You can enter online or by mail. For details, check out our webpage:

I will be going to this on Saturday:

Saturday, October 3, at 7:00 pm
Brian Evenson and Joanna Howard
will read from recent works of fiction
at the University of Denver
Room TBA

Joanna Howard is the author of On the Winding Stair (Boa editions, 2009) and In the Colorless Round, a chapbook with artwork by Rikki Ducornet (Noemi Press). Her work has appeared in Conjunctions, Chicago Review, Unsaid, Quarterly West, American Letters & Commentary,Fourteen Hills, Western Humanities Review, Salt Hill, Tarpaulin Sky and elsewhere. She lives in Providence and teaches at Brown University.

BRIAN EVENSON is the author of nine books of fiction, most recently the novel Last Days and the story collection Fugue State. His novel The Open Curtain (Coffee House Press) was a finalist for an Edgar Award and an IHG Award and was one of Time Out New York's top books of 2006. He lives and works in Providence, Rhode Island, where he directs Brown University’s Literary Arts Program. Other books include The Wavering Knife (which won the IHG Award for best story collection), Dark Property and Altmann’s Tongue. He has translated work by Christian Gailly, Jean Frémon, Claro, Jacques Jouet and others. He has received an O. Henry Prize as well as an NEA fellowship. A limited edition novella, Baby Leg will be published by New York Tyrant Press in late 2009.

If you're in NYC on Monday:

Join us for a special international reading by Robert Minhinnick, leading Welsh poet and winner of English-language Wales Book of the Year Award and UK's Forward Prize, Breyton Breytenbach, called "The greatest Afrikaner poet of his generation," by New Yorker, and Maya Pindyck. We are also celebrating the publication of Maya's first book, Friends Among Stones, winner of the Many Voice Project Award.

MONDAY, OCT 5, 2009 7:00 PM
Triptych Readings
(pairing established and emerging writers)


11th Street Bar
510 East 11th Street (between Avenues 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 FREE.

Visit our website for poems, more about our readers,
and upcoming readings:

Bio for the readers:

Robert Minhinnick's novel, Sea Holly (Seren) was shortlisted for the Royal Society of Literature's Ondaatje Prize (2008) in the UK. He has twice won the UK's Forward Prize for 'best individual poem' (1999, 2003). His latest book of poems is King Driftwood (Carcanet). He lives in Porthcawl, Wales, and is an advisor to the charity 'Sustainable Wales'.

An outspoken advocate for social justice, Breyten Breytenbach is a poet, novelist, memoirist, essayist, and visual artist. His paintings and drawings have been exhibited around the world. Born in South Africa, he emigrated to Paris in the late ‘60s and became deeply involved in the anti-Apartheid movement. In 1994 Breytenbach received the Alan Paton Award for Return to Paradise. He won the prestigious Hertzog Prize for Poetry for Papierblom in 1999, and again in 2008 for Die Windvanger (Windcatcher), for which he also received the University of Johannesburg Prize. Breytenbach is also the author of All One Horse, Mouroir, Notes from the Middle World, A Season in Paradise, Dog Heart, The Memory of Birds in Times of Revolution, Lady One, and Voice Over: a nomadic conversation with Mahmoud Darwish, among many others. His most recent releases are Intimate Stranger, just out from Archipelago Books, and Notes from the Middle World, just released from Haymarket Books.

Maya Pindyck's book of poems, Friend Among Stones, won the Many Voices Project Award and was published by New Rivers Press. She is also the author of the chapbook, Locket, Master, recipient of a Poetry Society of America Chapbook Fellowship (2006). Her work has been published in The Sycamore Review, Mississippi Review, Bellingham Review, and Ekleksographia, among others. Alongside writing poetry, Pindyck makes visual art and co-founded Project Voice, a growing compilation of personal abortion stories that aims to deflate the abortion stigma. She teaches in the New York City public school system.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Is Desirable Only As Machinery Press

I've been reading Zach Schomburg's Scary, No Scary.

Softcover / 80 p. / Poetry / $12.95
Black Ocean Press

This is my image-review:

That is a very positive review, I think. Please note the difference between a river of blood and a river of lava.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Giant Mushrooms Are Like Hawks Without Heads Press

Some things I thought about and/or did this weekend:

-Watched videos of emu attacking things. Or not attacking things.

-Found a giant yoga ball dangerously rolling across Washington Ave like a yuppie tumbleweed, ran after it, kept it for a few hours, then gave it to a friend after making a handle for it out of packaging tape, and then friend somehow managed to ride home with it on her bike. JD, I hope you made it home safely!

-Ate hummus in bed & tried not to make a mess.

-Thought about Walter Pater's phrase "the volatile spirit of conversation."

-How Gold Digger gets stuck in my head:

-I biked around lots of acorns and sort of wished that I was walking, so I could crush them with my shoes. Isn't the noise of crushing acorns so satisfying?

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Some Times You Have to Snip the Tail & Cut the Mane Off of the Stuffed Pony Press

Did you know there is a Tree Fairy in Denver? The Tree Fairy is a man who goes around at night and plants trees in other people's lawns.

Um, that's awesome. I want the Tree Fairy to plant a garden in my backyard.

He says, "My mother wants me to quit. My sister seems to want me to quit. They think I am a little crazy and are worried I might go to jail."

And he says, "I like nature. I wanted to live around nature. I really wanted to live in a forest so I was either going to live in a forest or I was going to bring the forest to me."

Read more about the best fairy ever:

Also, have you heard of the show Community? It might be one of the funniest shows I've seen in a while. The first 2 minutes are sort of lame, but then it gets not lame at all.

Watch the pilot here for free:

The second episode is better, and also stars this guy (Ken Jeong):

You might know him as the LARPER king in Role Models:

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Drycleaning Daycare Press

I've been thinking about tattoos & these paintings came up in my google search for something related to tattoos. I don't want these on my body but I love them. I love them.

by Christopher Reiger:

by some artist named Joseph, couldn't find his last name:

This is how I felt this morning. Sort of like taking all the winter clothes off and running around:

Also, I'm just going to keep reminding you about Saltgrass:

The 4th issue of Saltgrass is here.

Starring these awesome poets & writers:

Laura Solomon
G.C. Waldrep
Cecily Iddings
Anne Boyer
Ben Mirov
Ish Klein
Claire Hero
Hugh Merwin
Jason Bredle
Karla Kelsey
Lisa Ciccarello
Danielle Pafunda
Brett Price
Genya Turovskaya
Maureen Thorson
Ron Rash

For only $5, you can purchase a copy of this issue.
You can snag a copy here:, where sample poems are also available for your viewing.

Please kindly pass on the word.

Also, we are now open to submissions for issue 5.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Homesick for Earthly Existence Press

The 4th issue of Saltgrass is here.

Thing about it.

One proper response might be: Horay, horay!

Do you need more evidence? The cover might look something like this:

Starring these awesome poets & writers:

Laura Solomon
G.C. Waldrep
Cecily Iddings
Anne Boyer
Ben Mirov
Ish Klein
Claire Hero
Hugh Merwin
Jason Bredle
Karla Kelsey
Lisa Ciccarello
Danielle Pafunda
Brett Price
Genya Turovskaya
Maureen Thorson
Ron Rash

For only $5, you can purchase a copy of this issue.

You can snag a copy here:, where sample poems are also available for your viewing.

Please kindly pass on the word.

Also, we are now open to submissions for issue 5.

Here is a sneak peak at one of Laura Solomon's poems from the new issue:

This Is the Thread by Which to Reach Me Should Anything Go Wrong

you said and it did
for some time the powerlines were down
and I was glad you had thought of the thread
fishing line to be more precise I knew
I would find you if only I abided by every assertion
whithersoever and even if
several caves were in store
but what with the downpour I entered the first as if it were a raincoat
later the forest with the same good faith
finally upon a clearing I came
and as if I had tied a flashlight to my finger
a little halo flew up the hill
what I saw there at the top was inverted and as if held still
by a hand that was almost mine


I'm not going to say anything else because this is all I want you to think about today.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Celeryman Press

In between doing course-related reading, I'm reading through The Collected Books of Jack Spicer. It's like osmosis- these poems slip through my skull & make my brain happy. Automatically/instantly.

A few months ago I posted a few poems in their entirety, so this time I'll just post select lines. From Spicer's Admonitions:

I love you, I love you,
Scream when you come.
There is not another room to get into"

"There are little fish that are made angry
At all that we do."

"I could not invent a better skeleton
That you could
Like a pumpkin on wet Haloween
Flicker into."

"Go to sleep. Every color
Our bodies are made of."


I'm looking forward to this reading on Tuesday in Denver. Maybe I will see you there. Oh, you.

John Gallaher & G. C. Waldrep reading 9/22
Copper Nickel will host poets John Gallaher and G. C. Waldrep
7pm in the Turnhalle of the Tivoli Student Union
900 Auraria Parkway, Denver.

This event will mark the public release of Copper Nickel 12, which features work by John Gallaher, Cara Blue Adams, Shannon Amidon, Jack B. Bedell, Emma Bolden, Boz Bowles, Joann Brennan, Blake Butler, Sean Clemmons, Abigail Cloud, Trey Conatser, Gregory Crosby, Jordan Davis, John Estes, Tarfia Faizullah, Andrew Farkas, John Findura, Jennifer H. Fortin, John Gallaher, Anne Gorrick, Sean Patrick Hill, James Hoch, Matthew Hotham, Jamie Iredell, John Paul Jaramillo, Genevieve Kaplan, Andrew Kozma, Carolyn Keubler , Kirsten Lasinski, Patrick Lawler, Sandy Longhorn, Brandon Lussier, Adam McGraw, Matt Minicucci, Jenny Molberg, Chris Morris, Daniel Pinkerton, F. Daniel Rzicznek, Brynn Saito, Ashlie Schweitzer, Jeff Simpson, J. A. Tyler, and Elizabeth Wade.

Buy it here.

A Little Suggestion of Motion Press

I've been reading Walter Pater's The Renaissance: Studies in Art and Poetry, for class.

I wanted to type up a few lines for you I thought you might enjoy thinking about. This particular essay is from 1867:

"It means the life of one for whom, over and over again, what was once precious has become indifferent. Everyone who aims at the life of culture is met by many forms of it, arising out of the intense, laborious, one-sided development of some special talent. They are the brightest enthusiasms the world has to show: and it is not their part to weigh the claims which this or that alien form of genius makes upon them. But the proper instinct of self-culture cares not so much to reap all that those various forms of genius can give, as to find in them its own strength. The demand of the intellect is to feel itself alive."

"It must see into the laws, the operation, the intellectual rewards of every divided form of culture; but only that it may measure the relation between itself and them. It struggles with those forms till its secret is won from each, and then lets each fall back into its place, in the supreme, artistic view of life. With a kind of passionate coldness, such natures rejoice to be away from and past their former selves, and above all, they are jealous of that abandonment to one special gift which really limits their capacities. It would have been easy for Goethe, with the gift of a sensuous nature, to let it overgrow him."

"Again, it is easy to indulge the commonplace metaphysical instinct. But a taste for metaphysics may be one of those things which we must renounce, if we mean to mould our lives to artistic perfection. Philosophy serves culture, not by the fancied gift of absolute or transcendental knowledge, but by suggesting questions which help one to detect the passion, and strangeness, and dramatic contrasts of life."

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Child Labor Daycare Press

Yesterday MS, da Count, & I left the house early, went to 3 different parks, & Food Not Bombs. We met up with EB & AR at the second park, & contemplated the names of day care centers to which we would not want to send our imaginary children:

Apprehensive Daycare
Kielbasa Sausage Daycare
Doomsday Daycare
Back Alley Daycare
Abortion Daycare
Our Secret Daycare
Freaky Deaky Daycare
etc etc etc

Then we built a bird's nest & waited for an egg to manifest.


I watched Tell No One (Ne le dis a personne) last night, which had a few corny moments, but on the whole, was well acted and sustained a level of suspence throughout the entire movie. I'd recommend it.

Fady Joudah is up on the Anti- website right now. This is one of the poems:


And what shall we name him / an eggplant in the ubiquitous joints / an addendum to Andalusia / a troubled succession of vowels to plague the white horse we rode on like a mouse / twice flung / we followed on foot / the sidewalk was hood after hood or teeth an accent barred from being / elected president / we mulled it over the wild blue rasp / stuck to the end of a straw / whose back / we had to break / buy a house displace out of an up and coming district / and in the organic market / spelled / in line for power that had gone out / for eggs ice and dairy / we could afford what the cashier couldn’t / an aubergine / a nicotine-filled berry

Friday, September 18, 2009

Love & A Lot of Paper Work Press

Did anyone else think that Synecdoche, NY is Kaufman's version of Lynch's Lost Highway?


Nice words about Mathias Svalina's The Viral Lease.


I have been reading WCW's Spring and All. I will tell you more about this tomorrow.

Right now I'm eating rice cakes and chunky peanut butter. I should drink some water.


If you're in NYC, you should meander over to this reading:

Lisa Forrest
Andrew Rippeon
Janet Holmes
Jillian Weise

Lisa A. Forrest is a Senior Assistant Librarian for SUNY College at Buffalo and the founding member of the school’s Rooftop Poetry Club. A 2007 and 2008 Pushcart Prize nominee, Lisa’s creative writing has been featured in ArtVoice, Buffalo News, eco-poetics, on WBFO, Buffalo’s local public radio station, and elsewhere. Lisa’s first collection of poems, To the Eaves (2008), is available from BlazeVox Books.

Andrew Rippeon edits P-Queue (a journal of poetry, poetics, and innovative prose) and QUEUE (a chapbook series adjunct to the journal). He lives in Buffalo, NY, where he is enrolled in the Poetics Program at the University at Buffalo.

Janet Holmes is author of THE MS OF MY KIN (Shearsman, 2009), F2F, HUMANOPHONE, and other books. She teaches in the MFA program at Boise State University, where she is also editor of Ahsahta Press.

Jillian Weise is just back from a Fulbright to Argentina where she worked with Darwin's notebooks and helped translate Bob Dylan's first novel into Spanish. Her books are Translating the Body (All Nations Press 2006), The Amputee's Guide to Sex (Soft Skull Press 2007) and The Colony, a novel forthcoming this spring. She teaches workshops and seminars at Clemson University.

Only at Pete's Candy Store
709 Lorimer Street
Williamsburg, Brooklyn

(718) 302-3770

"L" to Lorimer, "G" to Metropolitan


And on Saturday the amazing Dan Magers has a reading:

September 19: Katie Degentesh and Dan Magers

Katie Degentesh is the author of The Anger Scale. She lives in New York City.

Dan Magers is the co-editor of Sink Review ( His chapbook Exploitation Poems was published in 2007, and he's had poems published in the tiny, Red China Magazine, and Thirteen Myna Birds.

2 PM on Saturday, September 12th at the Grand Central Branch of the New York Public Library: 135 East 46th Street, in the community/program room, which is on the upper level. Elevator available. Phone: (212) 621-0670. blog:

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Summer of Quaid Press

For some reason, this summer I watched a disproportionate amount of movies starring Dennis Quaid. Quaid likes to star in movies that pine to be other, better movies that came out within the same decade or so.

Smart People: This movie wanted, so badly, to be Wonder Boys.

Vantage Point: a poor man's Rashomon. Also Rashomon meets Simone (sadly).

Horsemen: I've talked about this movie before. But basically: Seven meets Carrie.

Agree? I'm officially on a Quaid hiatus.


When I was in high school I started an "extra-curricular" poetry club with my friend Brian Richichi. Think circa 1999. And one of the poems we made attendants of the poetry club discuss was by Leonard Cohen. I remember dutifully copying it onto the whiteboard. I had/have a soft spot in my heart for Leonard Cohen's poetry, ok? So back off. Apparently I like to talk about soft spots. I will talk about your fontanel if you let me touch it. Anyways.

These Heroics

If I had a shining head
and people turn to stare at me
in the streetcars;
and I could stretch my body
through the bright water
and keep abreast of fish and water snakes;
if I could ruin my feathers
in flight before the sun;
do you think that I would remain in this room,
reciting poems to you,
and making outrageous dreams
with the smallest movements of your mouth?

Come on, that is a pretty decent poem. Admit it. You didn't think he had it in him. But then bam.

Hot Mess Press

I think it's widely understood that Dylan's book of poems, Tarantula, was a hot mess. But I own this book and don't have the heart to bring it to a used bookstore. For some reason, there are two stanzas I liked when I was 15 and they still have sentimental value to me:

"are there any questions?" the
instructor asks. a blond haired
little boy in the first row
raises his hands and asks
"how far to mexico?"


"does anybody wanna be anything
out of the ordinary?" asks the
instructor. the smartest kid
in class, who comes to school
drunk, raises his hand & says
"yes, sir. i'd like to be a
dollar sir."

I don't know, I was 15. And yesterday Tarantula fell off the book shelf, barely missing the puppy's water bowl.


Today I have my first class. On Nietzsche and Patel. Biking over early to buy books, drop off some forms, etc. I also need to buy a U lock for my bike, since apparently you get a ticket at DU if you use any other kind of lock.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Bike Pump Press

Do you remember the movie Savannah Smiles? It's from 1982. I must have watched it like 10 times when I was a kid. This children's movie is definitely not one that could be made now.

The basic premise is that a small child, Savannah, is rather neglected by her politician father. When she is at a park with her aunt playing hide-and-seek with other children, she hides in the back of a pick-up truck. Two escaped convicts own the truck and they unwittingly drive away from the park with Savannah in the back. While authorities hunt to find Savannah, and ironically her Dad finally pays attention to her (absence), both the two criminals learn how to care for, love, and act responsibly towards a child while Savannah finally gets the love she has been craving.

Ok, still with me? Basically, I don't remember 90% of the movie. But I do remember the beginning, and I definitely remember the end. The movie ends with the arrest of the two men as Savannah screams wildly and is ripped away from the two people she cares most about, while her father ignores her pleas.

The obvious reasons this movie could not be made now are our society's heightened awareness to molestation cases (two older men, not related to the female child, taking care of her? Never!), the weird Stockholm syndrome nature of the child-to-adult love, and the ending that does not end well for any of the people for whom the child-viewer would be rooting.

I remember the ending so vividly, though, because it embodies one of the quintessential frustrations of being a kid: authority figures acting upon what they believe to be "right" without consulting the person most influenced by their actions, decisions made against your better well-being, feeling small and voiceless.

Anyways, all I was trying to say was that every so often the ending of the movie pops into my head and that I would try and remember the name of the movie but never could get it right. Since I had trouble sleeping last night, I stayed up and googled and IMDBed every thing I could think of, coming up with such searches as:

Ophelia Smiles
Olivia Smiles
Ophelia Laughs
Olivia Laughs
Ophelia Learns to Smile
Olivia Learns to Smile
Olivia Learns to Laugh
Ophelia Learns to Laugh
"child who is kidnapped by accident and then learns to smile"
"80s movie with kidnapped kid who smiles"
"movie from the 80s where little girl learns to laugh"
"80s kidnapping movies"
"kidnapped my accident in a truck during hide-and-seek"

My key terms made me feel a bit creepy.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

So what do you think about this? Seriously, though, what do you think?

Justin Taylor interviews Zak Smith about Smith's new book We Did Porn, at The Faster Times.

3) Sounds like a lot of people, including the articulate John Gallaher, are putting Tony Hoagland in his place. Hey, Tony, women write poetry, too. Maybe you should read some of their work and take a break from writing bitter, unproductive articles.

4) This is happening in Boulder tonight!:

Women of Naropa Reading
Saturday, September 12, 8:00pm
Naropa's Performing Art Center (arapahoe campus)
Featuring: Anne Waldman, Elizabeth Robinson, Michelle Naka Pierce, Eleni Sikelianos, J'Lyn Chapman, Amy Catanzano, Susan Manchester, Bobbie Louise Hawkins, & Sara Veglahn, along with students of the Writing and Poetics department.

5) I made two movies in Denver.The first is while Shelley Short performs and the second is while Sean Hayes performs.

6) Kate Greenstreet's new book is out, The Last 4 Things. I'm very excited to read it:

Buy it here.
What happens when a person loses hope and yet still has the urge to make a photograph or draw with a stick in the dirt? Kate Greenstreet would like you to read this book as if you had found it left behind on the empty bus seat next to you—a document not directly addressing the question “Why do we make art,” but one that notices that one does make art, despite conditions, and that one would regardless. The Last 4 Things comes with a DVD of two movies created by the author.

“Kate Greenstreet’s The Last 4 Things is a remarkable book, following her remarkable case sensitive. Her poems are original and openly open. Her tempo and sense of tone are acute. I am an avid reader of her poetry. As a reader, ‘there is room for me’—always.” —Michael Burkard

“This is all strangely familiar. To use one of its own images, reading this book is like opening a folding table after closing a door. There are two kinds of hinge, we might say. You feel the grammar in your hands and your shoulders. You begin to see how the table gets you from the eggs to the window. It just stands there. Perhaps this is, as Greenstreet suggests, like a dream you sometimes have. But (and this is the thing) it is also like going for a walk or building some intricate part of a boat. It is not the place of the poet to decide.

“A poem is not a place where a decision is made and this is certainly no time to explain yourself. ‘This is what went on here,’ Wittgenstein taught us, ‘Laugh if you can.’ Greenstreet understands this, and her lines do sometimes make you laugh. But not always. She says, ‘Do a dangerous thing and you’re in danger. That’s how it works.’ She doesn’t tell you to live dangerously; she just tells you how it works. Or let me put it another way: she understands why you want to go to the sea but she does not know whether you will go.

“The whole issue in these pages is one of arrangement. It is about the idea that things have places, ‘pages and pages of places,’ in fact. Greenstreet puts words in these places sometimes. Sometimes not. Is a blank page also an arrangement of words? In what way is a blank page with no marks on it like a human body? Or is it like water? Suppose we had to choose: like a body or like water? Don’t just sit there, this book seems to say, let’s have a look at where things go.

“A poem is made by composition, by putting things together, and when you read this book your hands tingle. The Last 4 Things brings craftsmanship to reverie; it turns dreaming into meaningful work. It is a serious approach to the grammar of our emotions and you do well to read it with your hands.” —Thomas Basbøll

Tiles from the bathroom litter the garden like hopscotch press

A backyard with a bike hutch. Rocking chairs crush the dirt beneath them into sleep. A garden curves around the corner, where the sound of trampoline springs squeak back through the squash leaves.

Look up at the clothing line, someone else’s line, & feel the buckling of the knee-bending quake. This night the only thing that seems crystalline is the horizontal clip of the clothe pins on a raggedy gray line. The yard's lined with sunflowers, big-headed & dying, like our only comrades. Gravely faced & leaning in, to us.

You shouldn't distill your past into distinct elements. You shouldn't find a certain memory on a periodic chart. Or else sheets of regrets hang like clipped ghosts. And you're just in the dark trying to keep dry & un-blurred.

So last night I went to see Laura Goldhamer play a house show. The crowd was really supportive & sweet. It both made me happy to be in Denver but I had an intense longing to hang out with friends in nyc. Maybe I cried a little.


C.D. Wright's new chapbook, 40 Watts, is out. Hell yes:

Hand-bound, hand-sewn, letterpressed black ink on grey/mint-green hard covers.
Limited edition of 200.
48 pages
$20 (includes shipping)
Buy it from Octopus Books.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Carnivorous Insects & Loneliness Are The Tops Killers of 2009 Press

Things I can see with my peripheral vision right now:

a knocked over salt shaker
a 24 oz PBR can
dried flowers
a puppy covered in another dog's spit & blood (needs a bath)
balsamic vinegar
M's middle finger
M's 2 thumbs up
a painting by Shelton Walsmith


Wow, I wish I could come to this reading:

Triptych Readings @ Solas
(pairing established and emerging writers)

Monday, Sept 14, 2009 7:00 PM


Location: Solas Bar
232 E. 9th St. (btwn 2nd & 3rd Ave)

Nearest Subways: 6 at Astor Pl.; L at Third Ave.; N, R, W at 8th St.-NYU

Admission is Free.

Please see our website:
for directions, poems and more about our readers and upcoming readings.

Readers Bio:

Arthur Sze is the author of eight books of poems, including, The Redshifting Web: Poems 1970-1998, Quipu, and recently published, The Ginkgo Light (Copper Canyon Press, 2009). He is also the editor of Chinese Writers on Writing (forthcoming from Trinity University Press in April, 2010), as well as a translator, and released The Silk Dragon: Translations of Chinese Poetry in 2001. His awards include a Lila Wallace-Reader’s Digest Writers’ Award, a Guggenheim Fellowship, an American Book Award, a Lannan Literary Award for Poetry, two National Endowment for the Arts Creative Writing fellowships, a George A. and Eliza Gardner Howard Foundation Fellowship, three grants from the Witter Bynner Foundation for Poetry, and a Western States Book Award for Translation. He is a professor emeritus at the Institute of American Indian Arts and the first poet laureate of Santa Fe.

Cathy Park Hong's first book, Translating Mo'um, was published in 2002 by Hanging Loose Press. Her second collection, Dance Dance Revolution, was chosen for the Barnard Women Poets Prize and was published in 2007 by WW Norton. Hong is also the recipient of a Fulbright Fellowship, a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship and a Village Voice Fellowship for Minority Reporters. Her poems have been published in A Public Space, Paris Review, Poetry, American Letters & Commentary, Denver Quarterly, Jubilat, and other journals, and she has reported for the Village Voice, The Guardian, Salon, and Christian Science Monitor. She now lives in New York City and is an Assistant Professor at Sarah Lawrence College.

Allison Benis White is the author of Self-Portrait with Crayon, winner of the 2008 Cleveland State University Poetry Center First Book Competition. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The American Poetry Review, The Iowa Review, Ploughshares, and Pleiades, among other journals. Her honors include the Indiana Review Poetry Prize, the Bernice Slote Award from Prairie Schooner, and a Writers Exchange Award from Poets & Writers. She is currently at work on a second manuscript, “Small Porcelain Head,” which received the 2008 James D. Phelan Award for a work-in-progress from The San Francisco Foundation.

Monday, September 7, 2009

The Best Garlic Bread in the World vs. One Good Grindcore Joke Press

Things I contemplated over the long weekend:

1) What does Scottish emo sound like & would I like it?

2) Could I effectively de-claw a cactus? Enough so that I could it eat without getting prickers in my mouth?

3) Why can't I concentrate on my book when I read in the park?

4) Why is watching Survivorman Season 1 so relaxing?

5)Should I put my grandma's small hand mirror in my mouth & then stand in front of a larger mirror & then look at the reflection of the roof of my mouth from one mirror into the other mirror?

6) What is the best hour of night to go out & steal clippings of succulent plants from my neighbors?

7) Timelessness vs. tidiness.

8) Why did the movie Extract suck so tremendously, even with Jason Bateman? Oh wait, I didn't contemplate that because its suckiness was both obvious & not worth my/anyone's time. Sorry Everyone Who Saw That Movie With Me.

In sum, download some Scottish emo, put a mirror in your mouth, & don't see Extract.

Also, look at these nanowires for transistors!

Friday, September 4, 2009

Playing Upon the Bizarreness of The Moment

I can't even be Rob Lowe if I wanted to.


One Act Play #2

Mathias: It's too bad Dexter jumped the shark.

Julia: Everything in the world sucks right now.


Which is better:

"Think" again


Think "again"

I Washed My Armpits with Shampoo Press

Maybe you already heard. But today, instead of soap, I used shampoo to wash my armpits in the shower.


In other, more important news: Congrats to Katy & Matt Henriksen who are now parents of a little girl, Adele Cecilia Henriksen. Amazing.


And a literary birth: The arrival of GlitterPony VIII.

Don't worry, she won't behead anyone!

But there are some excellent poems for you to read.

Take a look at

Jon Link made the cover image,

and these fine poets make us real:

Jono Tosch
Gale Thompson
Craig Rebele
Danielle Pafunda
Lina Makdisi
Richard Lucyshyn
Jennifer Hanks
Benjamin Fama
Robert Fitterman
Cecilia Corrigan
Ezekiel Black
Luke Bloomfield


I WANT TO SEE THIS MOVIE SO BAD. Spike Jonze's Where the Wild Things Are:


One Act Play from this morning:

Mathias: Pretend someone is putting poop in your shirt.


Mathias: Ok, now pretend lots of people are putting poop in your shirt.


Mathias: You're not much of a method actor are you?

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Like You, My Wings Are Made From Liquids of Tar & Blood Press

I've been doing a bit more cooking than usual. Usually I do not cook because M is a great cook and I sort of sit back and peel garlic. You know. But now I'm cooking dinner twice a week. I've made dishes with quinoa, Israeli couscous, and pasta with sundried tomatoes and toasted pine nuts. I have to say, toasting the pine nuts in olive oil and salt was very satisfying.

I have also been enjoying how cheap beer is in Denver. Try Hamm's or Lost Lake. It's like 6 bucks for a 12 pack.

Last month I was getting about 2 spam emails a day along the lines of You Have Won the Lottery of Some Bedraggled Country So Give Us Your Personal Info & We Will Then Cut You a Check.

I hate those emails. So, I lost my temper and responded to a few along the lines of "How can you live with yourself when you spend all of your days trying to scam money from people who don't have much to begin with? You're disgusting."

And now I get like 5 a day.

I'm going to my first reading since I moved away from nyc. I'm pumped. It involves taking a bus to Boulder, also something I haven't done yet. Noah Eli Gordon's rocking it:

I'm also hoping to spot one of the endangered dick-birds that roost in Boulder:

But maybe that's just legend.


Gently Read Literature has a new issue up. Jam-packed with new reviews:

True Lines Not Mere Sentences: Renee Ashley on Dennis Hinrichsen’s Kurosawa’s Dog
Earning TRUST: Lori A. May on Liz Waldner’s Trust
Another Mother: James Reiss on Rebecca Wolff’s The King
Bell Hooks and Jabs and Feints and Emerges Victorious, Unbruised, Hairy: Adam Robinson on Matt Bell’s How the Broken Lead The Blind
Triumphant Out of Tragedy: Matthew Aaron Goodman’s Hold Love Strong
Twists & Transformations: Ashley Keyser on Robyn Schiff’s Revolver
Target Audience: Nathan Logan on Brandon Scott Gorrell’s During My Nervous Breakdown I Want to Have a Biographer Present
Trillions & Trillions of Conflicting Thoughts: A Letter to Meg Hamill from Ellen Welcker
More than Simply Mourning: Karen Weyant on Teresa Carson’s Elegy for the Floater
They Are All Fiction After All: Daniels Parseliti on Donald Breckenridge’s You Are Here

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Relatively Young & Relatively Healthy? Press

The new issue of Noo is out: click it, dude, which includes

Reviews of:
News of the Haircut by Peter Berghoef
The Tornado Is Not a Surrealist by Brian Foley
I Will Unfold You With My Hairy Hands by Shane Jones
Skirmish by Dobby Gibson
The Unicorns by Carrie Hunter
Hit Wave by Jon Leon

Some fresh free range poems by:

Ari Feld
Clay Matthews
Bradley Sands
Loren Goodman
Bryan Coffelt
Peter Schwartz
Paul Siegell
Rich Murphy
Ron Padgett
Amy King
Jason Bredle
Phil Estes

Go go go!


Also, a new Sawbuck:

Edith Södergran translated by Christian Ward
George Moore
Jeff Harrison
Jessica Wickens
Lee Norton
Nicolle Elizabeth
Philip Byron Oakes
Steven Breyak
Susan Lewis
Zach Buscher


Today I like lists of names. Sometimes lists look like flowers.