Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Manatee Humanity Vs. Matinee Humanity Press

Good things are happening in the world.

For example:

A Knee for a Life by Jennifer Denrow
I Could Jump Through the Keyhole in Your Door by Mike Sikkema

Two new chapbooks out from horse less press.
What are you waiting for? get 'em here: http://www.horselesspress.com/chapbooks.html
For example:
Rodarte likes to take expensive fabric & make them look hot & dirty:

Also, maybe you have free time and you want to edit a journal?:
The Beloit Poetry Journal, www.bpj.org, is looking to bring two new people onto its editorial board. The ideal person for the positions will be deeply grounded in poetry, particularly poetry whose quickened language and formal inventiveness expand our sense of poetic possibilities and our vision of the world. He or she will be eager to devote time over the long term to the work of editing.

That work will consist of online screening of manuscripts that have already passed through primary and secondary screenings—about 80 per quarter—and participating in weekend-long quarterly editorial board sessions in Farmington, Maine, where poems are read aloud, thoroughly discussed, and an issue chosen. The rewards? As a small, independent journal, we have always run entirely on volunteer labor, but we offer good talk, good food, a poetry family, and the opportunity to contribute to a publication that has had a hand in defining contemporary literature for six decades and counting.

If you are interested, send a letter describing your background and what attracts you to the position to bpj@bpj.org by October 15. Please note that you must be able to commit yourself to attending editorial board sessions (to our regret, we won't be able to reimburse you for transportation). And do spread the word to your friends in the poetry community.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Letters From Dad Press

I just got this email from my Dad. He very well might be a funny and excellent father:

Hi Julesy,

May I offer my services as your confidential personal facilitator and guide to help you through the 12 step program of Taxavoiders Anonymous.

The 12 TA Steps
1. We admit we are powerless over our fear of the IRS - that our lives have become unmanageable.
2. We come to believe that the IRS is a power greater than ourselves and that working with Dad can restore us to sanity.
3. We make a decision to turn our will and our tax information over and accept the help of Dad.
4. We make a searching and fearless tax inventory or ourselves and our files.
5. We admit to Dad, to ourselves, and to the IRS the exact nature of our wrongs.
6. We are entirely ready to have the IRS read our tax filing for 2008 and 2009.
7. Humbly, we ask the IRS to accept our filing.
8. We make a list of all income and expenses and become willing to make amends to the IRS.
9. We make direct amends to the IRS wherever possible, except when to do so would injure ourselves and possibly cause a higher tax.
10. We continue to take personal taxable inventory and when we are wrong promptly admit it, if it is financially feasible, and file the correct form, in any case.
11. We seek through prayer, meditation, tequilla, or other drugs of personal choice, to improve our conscious contact with the IRS, as we understand them, praying only for knowledge of their will for us and the power to carry that out and avoid further penalties, heavy interest charges, and possibly jail time.
12. Having had a spiritual and more taxing experience as the result of these Steps, we will try to carry this message to our brain and heart and to practice these principles by the 15th of April of every year, but especially right now with the IRS breathing down our neck.

This is a family intervention
With Love

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Quit Eying My Ions Press

So usually it drives me crazy when bookstores advertise for "summer reading" or people talk about their "summer reading" as though what you read in the summer is supposed to be a dumbed down version of what you would read in the winter. That the sun somehow blots out your ability to read interesting literature. HOWEVER, I succombed to the stereotype and read:


Watch out Brooklyn!:
The Sixth Annual Fort Greene Park Summer Literary Festival
Saturday, August 21, 3pm
@ the Monument in Fort Greene Park
Brooklyn, NY

Featuring Kwame Dawes, Gregory Pardlo, Willie Perdomo, Carl Hancock Rux, Patricia Smith, and Cheryl Boyce Taylor, six poets who have appeared at the Calabash International Literary Festival and in the anthology So Much Things to Say reading alongside young writers from NYWC's workshops. This exciting event brings several generations of writers together to build on the rich literary traditions of the neighborhoods surrounding the beautiful Fort Greene Park.


I went to Mexico. Here are some wee little photos:

Saturday, August 7, 2010

The Wooshing Sound Press

I put the wrong name on so my ribs pushed in & a sound came like o0O0o0O0ooo like falling off the tire swing.


I went to my friend's farm. We picked vegetables off the vine and ate them. Something like this:

Friday, August 6, 2010

So Long Press

Oh dear, it's been so long since I posted anything that instead of typing in my blogspot, I just typed "google.com" and had to correct myself. I've been traveling! To New York and then to Dover, MA. Now I'm in Mexico. Can't stop me, no.

What have you been doing?:

I've also been reading, such as:
Paris France by Gertrude Stein

I sort of loved this book, because in her round about and repetative way of talking about fashion and pets, she really talks about concepts of gender and isolation, war and family.

Lectures in America by Gertrude Stein

She has some pretty interesting things to say about choice, and the responsibility we have to the face (pre-Levinas?).

and some re-reading:

Rising by Farrah Field

Entrepot by Mark McMorris

“Was not the text of impeccable beauty / impossible to climb”—Mark McMorris

“No grammar will console the human / who feeds on utopia”—Mark McMorris

Some Values of Landscapes and Weather by Peter Gizzi


Oh yes, I have some photos, photos mostly without people: