Friday, December 28, 2012

PS 22 Press

PS 22 totally breaks my heart. They learned this song in a day:


I love this girl:

Capilla Press

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Fiscal Cliffbar Press

What journals have put out new issues recently besides typo?


My brother gave me Season I & II of Children's Hospital. I feel like that show is what goes on inside the brains of all my friends 24/7. The cover of the DVD collection has one of the characters in clown makeup (because he believes that laughter is an alternative to prescription medicine) and the whole time we were opening presents I could kinda see through the wrapping, but just enough to misunderstand what was in the package: I was convinced my brother was giving me a documentary on the Insane Clown Posse.

Also, this brings up the question: do clowns and Christian Scientists have something in common? Think about it.


I've been reading Ben Mirov's Hider Roser all day. Oh you need to buy yourself a copy right now!:
Click here to order.


What else? I've been reading the basics about "the fiscal cliff" at because I was falling behind in the news and needed to play catchup.


I am hoping that tomorrow I'll be healthy again. We're going to a folk art gallery in the morning that's owned by my parent's good friends and then on a little tour of the churches on the outskirts of San Miguel. I am excited to someday have kids and let them spend the summers here immersing themselves in the language and cultures.

Maximus Press

It's Charles Olson's birthday today. This is my favorite section of The Maximus Poems. It's been my favorite since I was 21 and lived in England:

from where I carry you a feather
as though, sharp, I picked up
in the afternoon delivered you
a jewel,
it flashing more than a wing,
than any old romantic thing,
than memory, than place,
than anything other than that which you carry
than that which is,
call it a nest, around the head of, call it
the next second
than that which you
can do!

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Family Portrait Press

This is how my dad rides his computer:

Basically, these are my two favorite photos in existence right now:


Family update: Just so you know, my lifelong pact with myself "never to sing in public" was not broken tonight, regardless of my mom's amazing jug band practice and the afterparty, which entailed various renditions of The Band songs and The Righteous Brothers songs. Everyone else was drinking incredibly strong margaritas, though, and I was drinking tea, due to my coughing that sounds like TV static. I had no vices to weaken my resolve.

Don't get me wrong, I do have vices:

I like to watch entire seasons of TV shows in 72 hour periods.
Cashews. Please help me say no to them?
I'm all talk when it comes to getting tattoos.
I'd rather be near a bonfire than not near a bonfire, even in 90 degree weather.
I would like everyone to finally acknowledge that a higher education system based around adjuncts is unsustainable and cruel. Oh wait, that's just common sense.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

I Thought We Caught All The Scorpions That Live In Your Throat Press

I coined a new term. Instead of "empty nest syndrome" there is now "fiesta nest syndrome," which means when you and your siblings leave the house, your parents move to Mexico and party all the time. Fiesta nest, yes.

I heard some very raucous stories last night from my parent and their friends. Involving margaritas and nude cannonballs in the pool. I think your senior citizen discounts should be revoked if this is what you do. Sorry, seniors.



For your Christmas present, I will join LinkedIn.


Photos from Mexico:

Photos from my cousin's wedding this past Sept that I just found on my mom's camera:

Um, we put my grandma in old fashioned aviator goggles and a scarf. She is a good sport:
I don't think we're a very serious clan...

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Nuevo Huevo Press

Made it to Mexico to visit my parents. I think I'm en route to getting bronchitis, which is not part of the planned journey. "Boo, hiss" goes the crowd. Or, more like "Hiss, crackle," goes the sound of the fire I have brewing in my parent's study to stay toasty and boost me back to health.


In horrible news, the Qatari poet Mohamed Abn Al Ajami was just sentences to life in prison for reciting a poem about the Tunisian uprising. PLEASE sign this petition:

Not a great poem, but passionate and deserving of being read without receiving a year in solitary confinement, followed by a trial at which he was denied defending himself, then a life sentence.


My close friend from 7th grade, who I hadn't seen since we were maybe 17, visited Denver and we had a lovely dinner. I think she'll be returning soon so I'm excited to rekindle this friendship. Maybe we'll never take our coats off together and that can be our "thing":

Thursday, December 20, 2012

The Poets of Poetry Press

On Monday I had the amazing luck & pleasure of going to a dinner party at which the dinner was prepared by two professional chefs. Polenta and home made ricotta cheese dessert and many other delicious details.

This last week/end has been strange. I dog-sat a 90 pound black dog and then dog-sat a 8 pound black dog. One was like having another person in bed with me, the other was like having a guinea pig. And tonight I get to hang out with my own mut again, D'Count:
I can't believe I've never made the bad pun, "I'm down for D'Count" before...


TYPO 17 is born. I'm excited to work my way through the new issue. Here is the first stanza of the first poem in the issue by Stephanie Anderson. It's SO good:

Keeping murk from giving way
to monochrome. Learning rooms.

w/ poems from:


Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Of Course I Didn't Stay Up Until 2am Watching the Last Episodes of Gossip Girl No Never Press

I'm scurrying to get holiday presents. I've sent some in the mail to friends and will transport the rest to Mexico this weekend when I visit my parents. What to get my brother's girlfriend who I've only met once?


I've been reading The Balloonist by Eula Biss and The Collected Poems by James Schuyler. I'm packing Schuyler and The Pleasure of the Text by Barthes for my trip. And of course, ten New Yorker issues that I'm behind in reading.


Tomorrow I'll work on the Denver Quarterly and then hang out with one of my best friends from 7th grade, who I haven't seen since high school.


I went through my iPhoto and found some photos I forgot I'd taken:

In poetry news:

Bloof Book has released the first chapbook in their new series, PACKING by Hailey Higdon
December 2012
Chapbook, Limited edition
5.5 x 8.5, 24 pages
Kraft cardstock 65 lb. cover
Cream laid interior
Saddle stapled
Buy it here:


In the saddest poetry news:

There will be a memorial for JAK at the end of January in Denver. A lovely note below by Brian Barker and Nicky Beer. RIP.

Jake Adam York (1972-2012)

Jake Adam York—poet, professor, editor, and critic—passed away suddenly on December 16. While the exact cause is unknown, it’s likely that Jake suffered a stroke or aneurysm.

Jake held graduate degrees from Cornell University (MA, MFA, and PhD) and a BA from Auburn University. He was an associate professor in the Department of English, arriving at the University of Colorado Denver in 2000. He founded the university’s Creative Writing Program, as well as the university’s national literary journal Copper Nickel. Jake expressed the generosity of his spirit in many ways, including the great joy and pride he took in his work as a literary editor. He regarded the cultivation, publication, and celebration of the work of writers he admired to be a profound responsibility, and many times remarked how much this work defined him as a person. He passed this sense of dedication to the written word along to countless students over the years. Such students could always be found in his office, receiving encouragement, advice, gentle teasing, and innumerable reading recommendations from Jake’s encyclopedic memory. Once, when a student asked Jake for the definition of poetry, he responded with one word: “Yes.” It is that spirit of affirmation that encapsulates who Jake was as a teacher and a writer.

Jake was also a deeply conscientious citizen of the university. He worked tirelessly on committees at the departmental, college, and university level, and served as a valuable mentor to numerous junior faculty. He brought a galvanizing energy to the Department of English, and viewed its commitment to language and literature as a serious ethical obligation to the university community and the world at large.

Jake was the author of three books of poetry—Murder Ballads (2005), A Murmuration of Starlings (2008), and Persons Unknown (2010)—and a book of criticism, The Architecture of Address (2005). Over the years his poems appeared in some of the nation’s most prestigious literary journals, including The Southern Review, The Kenyon Review, Pleiades, New England Review, and Blackbird. Jake’s poetry engaged in an ongoing and ambitious project of elegizing the martyrs of the Civil Rights movement. In doing so, his work became a vanguard for 21st century poets interested in combining research and creativity, in balancing documentation and the imagination. He accepted the burden of history in his work and wrote with unflinching passion, courage, and moral complexity about life in the South. He was widely regarded as one of the best poets of his generation.

His list of honors and accolades is long. Jake was the recipient of the 2009 Colorado Book Award and the Third Coast poetry prize. He was Poet in Residence at the University of Mississippi in 2009, served as the Thomas Visiting Professor in Creative Writing at Kenyon College in 2011, and was chosen by the Mellon Foundation to participate in the James Weldon Johnson Institute for Advanced Study at Emory University during the 2011-2012 academic year. Most recently, this November, he was awarded a prestigious fellowship from National Endowment of the Arts.

Everyone who knew Jake knew of his wide-ranging brilliance. He was an aficionado of barbecue and bourbon, as well as jazz, typography, game shows, and the history of the book. In the popular Mixed Taste lecture series at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Denver, he spoke on such diverse topics as the sonnet, the sazerac and the birth of the cocktail, Leadbelly, Walt Whitman, and Cajun food. And yet, Jake always wore his erudition lightly and with a smile; he was the best representation of a modern intellectual, embracing knowledge as a means of connection with his fellow human beings.

Jake Adam York is mourned by his wife, parents, brother, extended family, colleagues, friends, fellow writers, and students. May his spirit live on in their hearts and in the body of his words.

The English Department, in the CU Denver College of Liberal Arts and Sciences will host a memorial at St. Cajetan’s on campus on Wednesday, January 30th, 3-5 PM. All who knew Jake are invited to attend.

Monday, December 3, 2012

It's Fun To Care Press

Hey folks,

it's been a while. I'm in NYC. Here is what I'm up to this week in the evenings, I hope you join me:


Peter Gizzi, Charles Bernstein, Corina Copp
Public Assembly
70 N6th st, Brooklyn, New York 11211

Hatchet Job is a monthly reading series in which poets of all persuasions stave off the wolves and whippoorwills and read in a black room with alcohol. It's freer than dirt. But the booze ain't.

Join us for Hatchet Job XII, and hide your reindeer:

Corina Copp is the author of Pro Magenta/Be Met, with publications forthcoming from Bad Press, Minutes Books, and Trafficker. Poetry, performance texts, and critical writing can be found soon or now at SFMOMA's Open Space, The Claudius App, The Cambridge Literary Review, Boston Review, BOMB, Mrs. Maybe, and elsewhere. Her play The Whole Tragedy of the Inability to Love: SUSANSWERPHONE was presented this October at the CUNY Graduate Center's three-day PRELUDE.12 Festival and will be in residence this spring at the Invisible Dog Arts Center.

Peter Gizzi is the author, most recently, of Threshold Songs, The Outernationale, and Some Values of Landscape and Weather. He is the co-editor of the collected poems of Jack Spicer and teaches at UMass, Amherst.

Charles Bernstein is the author of numerous collections, including All the Whiskey in Heaven, Girly Man, Attack of the Difficult Poems, and With Strings. From 1990 to 2003, he was David Gray Professor of Poetry and Letters at the State University of New York at Buffalo and Director of the Poetics Program, which he co-founded with Robert Creeley.

Hosted by Danniel Schoonebeek.


Presented by THE BELIEVER
Videology - Williamsburg
308 Bedford Ave, Brooklyn, New York 11249


Mathias Svalina, Joel Craig, Jim Behrle
Pete's Candy Store
709 Lorimer St, Brooklyn, New York 11211


830 PM
Tip Top Bar & Grill, 432 Franklin Ave.

Ariana Reines
Bianca Stone
Paige Taggart
Corinne Schneider

Thursday, November 15, 2012

In Case of Fire Press

I just re-found my all time favorite review of my old movie theater ("theter") when I lived in Sunset Park, Brooklyn:

Yuk The Most Disgusting Theter In the World

I've gone to many theters and there all clean and nic they all have good service but this one yukk i hate it ill never ever go there anymore. They have cold popcorn and have no clean place. All the chairs are broken and they permit cellphones so it's always so noice the kids just don't want to sit still. tThey have no good service. ANDTHEY ARE VERY DISRESPECTFULL. Yes there cheep but i could see why they have a dirty asss place and don't care for the custuomers. They also don't clean the theters. I took ma friends to the theter thinking it will be a nice time but ma friends had to leave me cuz they said it was all nasty and i staed there by myslef. Well not really by my self because last timei went there wasRATS. I was what the ***** i thought this theter was for humans not animal. ANd sometimes i smell really bad. The bathrooms aren't clean and smell bad. What is worse is that they let teenagers go in and they are relly disrespectfull to the elders. When i went the worse thing s that one of the man s that was suppos to be clening he sat down to watch the movie and i daid to myspel "why dosen't he do his job" and then to finish it up he grabed popcorn for FREE and ate it all up and left a mess and he didb't even clean it. I wanted to talk to the maneger and they told me leave you ********** old ;asy ths is themost nasty theter din't ever go there.

Pros: nothing

Cons: everything


Just to re-cap, some of my favorite lines are, "I took ma friends to the theter thinking it will be a nice time but ma friends had to leave me cuz they said it was all nasty and i staed there by myslef. Well not really by my self because last timei went there wasRATS. I was what the ***** i thought this theter was for humans not animal."

"And sometimes I smell really bad."

"Cons: everything"


I'm excited for the Bad Shadow reading this weekend. Also, Brian Foley is coming to town.

If you live in NYC you can kick it tonight at:

Belladonna* is pleased to present:

IOVIS Reading
Thursday, November 15, 2012; 7 pm
Poets House, 10 River Terrace, NYC

A group/polyvocal performance from Anne Waldman's award-winning epic The Iovis Trilogy:
Colors in the Mechanism of Concealment featuring her own reading with her son, Ambrose Bye, playing music. Other readers include Mei-mei Berssenbrugge, Ana Božičević, Amy King, Julie Patton, and Stacy Szymaszek.

The Iovis Trilogy, Waldman’s monumental feminist epic, traverses epochs, cultures, and genres to create a visionary call to poetic arms. Iovis details the misdeeds of the Patriarch, and with a fierce imagination queries and subverts his warmongering. All of Waldman’s themes come into focus—friendship, motherhood, politics, and Buddhist wisdom. This is epic poetry that goes beyond the old injunction “to include history”—its effort is to change history.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Attached to the Swan Comes the Water Press

I have a poem/lyric essay up here, at Map Literary:
With so many awesome writers like:
J Mae Barizo, Tina Brown Celona, Jim­mie Cumbie, Les Gottes­man, Edward Mayes, Jamie Qua­tro, Andrew Seguin, D E Steward, Jon Thomp­son, Sam White, George Witt

Nile of Blood Press

If you write fiction, today is the last day to submit to The Cupboard. I LOVE The Cupboard:

And this Saturday, unbuckle your seat because your head is going through the window of this reading and don't worry you will survive because the reading will turn your brain into a lounge chair on an iceburg floating down the Nile of blood:

This is the last Bad Shadow Affair before the holidays and we hope you can come. Starring our very own hottie locals Patrick Kelling and Erin Costello, pairing up with the infamous Trey Moody and James Shea. Hey! Fantastic! Bravo! Encore!

When: THIS Saturday
What Time: promptly at 7pm
Where: Lost Lake Lounge, 3602 E. Colfax Ave., Denver, Colorado 80206

Trey Moody’s first book, Thought That Nature, was selected for the 2012 Kathryn A. Morton Prize in Poetry and is forthcoming from Sarabande Books. His most recent chapbook, co-written with Joshua Ware, is How We Remake the World (Slope Editions, 2012). He lives in Lincoln, Nebraska.

James Shea is the author of Star in the Eye (Fence Books). His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Boston Review, Colorado Review, Denver Quarterly, The Iowa Review, a nd Air and Water Show, a new chapbook from Convulsive Editions. He has taught at the University of Chicago, Columbia College Chicago, DePaul University, and as a poet-in residence in the Chicago public schools. He teaches at Nebraska Wesleyan University.

Erin Costello is a poet, digital artist, and web designer who holds an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from the University of Colorado, Boulder. In 2009 she founded SpringGun Press with Mark Rockswold: a print press for books of poetry, and a bi-annual online journal of poetry, flash fiction, and electronic literature. She has received awards for both her traditional and electronic writing and her work has been featured in various venues and publications. Originally from Northern California, she currently lives in Denver where she enjoys the incredible literary/art scene and works as an online marketer.

Patrick Kelling is a doctoral student at DU and co-editor of Gambling the Aisle. His work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and to Best New American Voices.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Poached Egg Press

I've been reading Jennifer Moxley's Clampdown. Here are some lines I love that you can love, too:

"And yet I'd rather drift in dread of dark oblivion than forge a law in someone's head they'll not recover from."

"You are not an image and I cannot choose to remember you."

"What I knew about desire was its weakness..."

"When the sun's light destroyed the night I woke up untouched and filled with shame at the thought that I'd missed an arc of existence that I might not now ever reclaim."

Friday, November 9, 2012

Just Waiting Around for Slavoj Zizek to "Choose me!" on Okcupid Press

I watched the movie Visioneers last night, starring Zach Galifianakis and Judy Greer (2008). This is the best way I can describe the movie: someone took the themes of Philip K Dick's book, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, that didn't make it into the movie Blade Runner and created a movie with these parts as though it was directed by Todd Solondz of Happiness fame. And the only way you're allowed to watch the movie is on a beanbag chair.

Which brings me to my next topic. Terrible Ideas for Recycled Products. For example:

Bean bag chairs filled with used hypodermic needles.

Do you think IKEA would be into it?


I'm going to this tonight, hope to see you there:

A reminder that tomorrow night, Friday, November 9, at 7:30 p.m., Counterpath (613 22nd St. in Denver) will host a celebration of Omnidawn Press, with publisher Rusty Morrison and readings by Omnidawn authors Paul Hoover, kathryn l. pringle, Bin Ramke, Elizabeth Robinson, and Tyrone Williams. We hope to see you there!

Free and open to the public. Light refreshments will be served.

Omnidawn Publishing was founded in 2001 by wife and husband team Rusty Morrison and Ken Keegan because of their conviction that the small, independent press is an important way to disseminate fresh, lively, culturally pertinent, and provocative literature. They believe that our society needs many small presses so that widely diverse ideas and points-of-view are easily accessible to everyone. Just as Omnidawn’s name suggests: “omni” (in all ways and places) and “dawn” (the first appearance of light), so they believe that each of Omnidawn’s books teaches one how to read it in all its layers and how to see anew the landscape of language in its newly dawning light.
613 22nd St.

Paul Hoover (Poems in Spanish & desolation : souvenir, Omnidawn) is the editor of the influential anthology Postmodern American Poetry, co-editor with Maxine Chernoff of the literary magazine New American Writing, and author of twelve previous poetry collections. His prizes include the Frederick Bock Award from Poetry, the Jerome J. Shestack Award from American Poetry Review, an NEA Fellowship in poetry, and the GE Foundation Award for Younger Writers. The Hölderlin volume that he co-translated with Maxine Chernoff (and that was also published by Omnidawn) won the PEN-USA Translation Award in 2009. Born in Harrisonburg, Virginia, and raised in the rural Midwest, he lived and taught for many years in Chicago. He is currently Professor of Creative Writing at San Francisco State University.

kathryn l. pringle (fault tree, Winner of the 2011 Omnidawn First/Second Book Award) is a graduate of the MFA program at San Francisco State University. Her book, RIGHT NEW BIOLOGY, is just out from Factory School/Heretical Text Series. She is the author of The Stills (Duration Press) and Temper & Felicity are Lovers(TAXT). Her poems can be read in The Denver Quarterly, Fence, 14 hills, 580 Split, and Sidebrow, among others. She is an editor at the literary magazine minor/american, and the co-founder of the minor american reading series in Durham, N.C., now funded by Duke University.

Bin Ramke (Aerial, Theory of Mind: New & Selected Poems, Tendril, Omnidawn), former editor of a book series for the University of Georgia Press, current editor of the Denver Quarterly and holder of the Phipps Chair in English at the University of Denver, studied mathematics in college before turning to poetry. Prior to that he spent a summer at age sixteen studying with topologist (and famously racist teacher) R.L. Moore at the University of Texas. He continues to see similar patterns arising from language and mathematics in all aspects of human consciousness and human behavior. His childhood in rural Louisiana and east Texas is also a part of the central concerns and beauty that his work tries to engage. But along with the beauty he experienced a particularly virulent ugliness, the racial hatred that was part of the American experience of the 1960s. The American South was an explicit and obvious force and subject in his first several books of poems but Ramke was never an easy fit into the “southern writing” category—probably for lack of adequate narrative. And yet in the last several books he has written extensively out of, or around, the devastations of hurricane and flood, especially Katrina and Rita, on the region.

Elizabeth Robinson (Harrow, Three Novels. Omnidawn) is the author of twelve books of poetry. Robinson was educated at Bard College, Brown University, and the Pacific School of Religion. She has been a winner of the National Poetry Series for Pure Descent and the Fence Modern Poets Prize for Apprehend. The recipient of grants from the Fund for Poetry and the Foundation for Contemporary Arts, Robinson has also been a MacDowell Colony Fellow. Her work has been anthologized in the Best American Poetry (2002) and American Hybrid, along with many other anthologies. Robinson has taught at the University of San Francisco, the University of Colorado, Boulder, Naropa University and the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. She co-edits EtherDome Chapbooks with Colleen Lookingbill and Instance Press with Beth Anderson and Laura Sims.

Tyrone Williams (On Spec, Omnidawn) is the author of many books of poetry including C.C., and most recently Howell. His poetry chapbooks include Pink Tie, a prose eulogy, published by Hooke Press. His poems have been published in magazines, including Chicago Review, Denver Quarterly, The Kenyon Review, Caliban, Colorado Review, and Xcp. And his poems have been anthologized in anthologies, including Rainbow Darkness: An Anthology of African American Poetry (Miame University Press 2005) and Great American Prose Poems: From Poe to the Present (Scribner 2003). He received his Doctorate of English from Wayne State University. He teaches at Xavier University in Cincinnati, Ohio. He was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Pears & Sighs Press

At work, we're all just checking the polls and it's making me jittery. I keep looking at cute dogs that need adoption at Max Fund to distract myself.


In other news, Malawi suspended the country's anti-gay laws (up to 14 years in jail) that's good.

No Doubt took down their new, totally racist music that's good.

Anything else good?

Saturday, November 3, 2012

The Teenager Working at the Gas Station Called Me a Maple Syrup Freak Press

A helmet of dirt, who do you protect? A helmet of lumen. No, nothing is frozen forever. If words inoculate. Corresponding. Try not to keep the nostalgia plant alive. Not enough night & the facial expression of the poem. I want to magic, a walnut worth. Pretty geometry? The car is a communication? Mythology avoids blame, falls asleep on a signature.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Rival Yeti Press

Should I write a book called Dark Raft? It would be about a raft that's darker than the sea. And other things.


Greying Ghost Press is about to sell out of some of their chapbooks so I advise that you go here and order some before it's too late.


Wendy Xu has an interview and poems up here.
Here is one of them, by Wendy Xu:

Unapologetic Poem
for E. White

There are reasons to ride a bike not
related to joy. But you don’t believe in not
believing. I believe in blaming everything
on the highway, big dumb highway sliding
toward conclusions. One of you and one
of me, to be numerous. We handle
ourselves like some kind of gospel. I go
for a walk to tell you about this terrible
dream involving wolves. You and I
went down into the cave. We went down
like we knew what we were doing. We
went down and it mattered. Everything
matters when you are reverently displaced.
But you don’t say anything
about moving through all those stars.


And Bianca Stone is killing it here with poetry.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Half Rabbit Half Ocean Press

It's a grey shoes for grey pants kind of day. I joined twitter @JuliaACohen

So, yeah, keep up if you can. For every person that follows me, I will add another item of clothing that makes me look like Annie Hall. For example, I could use a tie and a hat:


My intro for Rebecca Farivar's reading this last weekend. She slayed:
Rebecca Farivar’s poems are filled with the immense: whales, mammoths, the whole sky. Yet they’re equally enmeshed in the diminutive, what might often be overlooked: the rough tongues of birds, the teabag plunk against porcelain, the gasp of a red thread. It seems like nothing escapes her gaze, to be snagged in her poems is to be attended to. Rebecca writes, “No matter where you go / you are a small thing /inside a large thing / filling yourself / with smaller things.” We’re always in relation and she splices us into momentary associations with objects, abstractions, landscapes. Rebecca catches us in these thorny matrixes because she cares. As she writes, “I need to be more friendly. I need to treat Estonians better.”
You can find her book here:

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Pinstriped Sweatpants Press

I'm incredibly excited to have a lyric essay up at Kenyon Review Online. You can also listen to the audio recording of the piece:

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Nostalgia vs. Algebra vs Zebras Press

I'm going to start a band called Nostalgebra.

The cover of the album will have to have an nostalgically algabraic zebra on it.



Okay, please come to this reading on Saturday! It will be tight, with three readers. 7pm-8pm:

The next Bad Shadow THIS SATURDAY finds some amazing poets in our midst Cathy Wagner, Rebecca Farivar & Dan Hoy.

Cathy Wagner is the author of Nervous Device, new from City Lights, and several books from Fence. Her work has been anthologized in the Norton Anthology of Postmodern American Poetry, Out of Everywhere: Linguistically Innovative Poetry by Women in North America and the UK, Best American Erotic Poems and elsewhere. She teaches at Miami University in Ohio.

Dan Hoy is a poet, critic, and videographer living in the mountains and fires of Colorado. A recent transplant from Brooklyn, NY, his poetry collections include Omegachurch (Solar Luxuriance, 2010), Polaroid (Wrath of Dynasty, 2010), and Glory Hole (Mal-O-Mar, 2009, published with Jon Leon's The Hot Tub). He currently contributes to the collective blog Montevidayo, and his personal website is

Rebecca Farivar is the author of Correct Animal (Octopus, 2011) and chapbooks Am Rhein (Burnside Review, forthcoming 2013) and American Lit (Dancing Girl Press, 2011). She holds an MFA in poetry from St. Mary’s College of California and hosts the podcast Break The Line. She currently lives in Oakland, California.

When?: Saturday. Doors at 6:30pm, reading starts PROMPTLY at 7pm (new earlier time)
Where?: at Lost Lake Lounge | 3602 East Colfax | Denver, Colorado
How?: Magic. And some planning.
Why?: Community, words.

See you there,
Julia & Sommer

Right Hip Left Ear Press

I'm going to write this screenplay for

Circling the Bell:
In a world where a grown-ass man realizes he is a grown-ass man…
In a world where Richard Gere is actually Tibetan..
In a world where one woman brushes her teeth forever…
In a world where a compulsive flusher meets a toilet that won’t flush…
In a world where Weekend At Bernie’s II is the only movie that exists…
In a world where a perfect stranger raspberries your stomach during your younger sister's college graduation and you're "kinda into it"...
Starring: Christina Ricci, John Belushi, Lil' Wayne, Kathy Bates, and that kid from Little Man Tate…

Monday, October 22, 2012

We Make Spiders Press

Oh, thanks to CA Conrad and his amazing visit to Denver, here I am reading a poem for Jupiter 88:

Sunday, October 21, 2012

The Black Void of Awesomeness Press

Things I've been thinking about recently: We're growing tigers here & stuffing leaves into spiders. Black olives & wasps. Have you been spotted wearing a bow tie this weekend? Swedish fish as tongues. That reef knots & double fisherman's knots look sturdy but decrease the strength of the original rope by up to 52%. Pancakes. The black void of awesomeness. Invisible stains. Horse lips, & the sun kills my sweater.

Don't forget to come to Alexis Gideon's show with me on Monday.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Urban Poodle Splurge Machine Press

I'm going to dress like Annie Hall tonight. "Oh la de da."


I'm sending out Denver Quarterly proofs by pony express today. Please feed the horse an apple when it reaches your doorstep. I'm excited to see issue 47.2 come together.

I'm listening to Crayon and The Body and drinking mint tea.


I want to see Safety Not Guaranteed. Is that still in theaters?


My younger cousin's facebook feed it popping up all the time now & I've recently learned that she has a pomegranate tree growing in her office (now producing fruit!) & she wants to eat some cheesecake. Glad I'm staying on top of family business.


Horse lips scare me. They're so flappy & extensive. Horse lips are nightmares.


I think I need to put the phrase "handshake rabies" in a poem. What do you think?


Hi Denver Friends,

One of my close college friends, Alexis Gideon, is a musician and film maker and is performing this Monday (10/22) in Denver (music and stop-animation).

I hope you can come with me. I've seen him perform in Denver before and it's quite amazing, I promise. Info and links below:
If you're NOT in Denver, check out his tour schedule:

Info about the 10/22 Denver performance:

Emmanuel Gallery
Lawrence Street Mall
1201 10th Street, Denver, CO 80204
On the Auraria Campus of University of Colorado Denver
Live Performance & Reception; October 22
Reception 5pm - Live Performance 6pm
Artist Q&A- 7pm

"Beautiful and strange"
-The New York Post

The latest in Gideon's Video Musics series, Video Musics III: Floating Oceans was made in collaboration with Cynthia Star (ParaNorman, Coraline), Jacob Rubin (Best New American Voices), Melody Owen, and Jamin London Tinsel among others. The piece was filmed in the south of France, New York City and Portland, OR, and uses stop-motion and line drawing animation, and incorporates Super8 film with digital HD technology. All dialogue in the video opera are expressed through lyrics and music performed live in front of the projected video.

"First class" -Wired

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Your Heart, My Sleeve Press

I have three new poems up in DIODE. I love DIODE and am so pleased to be apart of the fall issue:


Tension between female Jewish comedian and old male rabbi:

Sarah Silverman wins.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Looper Press

My review of Looper:
Looper would have been a much better movie if Bruce Willis tried to act like Joseph Gordon Levitt instead of Joseph Gordon Levitt trying to act like Bruce Willis.

Friday, October 12, 2012

The Fable of the Rocketship & the Seahorse Press

If you've decided never to leave Denver (i.e. not to romp along with me to the Sam Amidon /Beth Orten show tonight), you can go to the opening at the MCA. One of the few nights in CO I wish I was in two places at once:

October 12, 2012–February 3, 2013

Postscript: Writing After Conceptual Art features the work of over fifty artists and writers exploring the artistic possibilities of language. Presenting works from the 1960s to the present, the exhibition includes paintings, sculpture, installation, video and works on paper that raise questions about how we read, look at, hear, and process language today. A major current underlying the exhibition argues that the field of literature known as “conceptual writing” can be seen as engaging in a provocative dialogue with the field of contemporary art, producing new insights into the meaning of both literature and art. Co-curated by Nora Burnett Abrams and Andrea Andersson, Postscript is the first exhibition to examine the work of conceptual writing, investigating the roots of the movement in the art of the 1960s and 70s and presenting contemporary examples of text-based art practices.

Artists and writers featured in the exhibition include: Mark Amerika & Chad Mossholder, Carl Andre, Fiona Banner, Erica Baum, Derek Beaulieu, Caroline Bergvall, Jen Bervin, Jimbo Blachly & Lytle Shaw, Christian Bök, Marcel Broodthaers, Pavel Buchler, Luis Camnitzer, Ricardo Cuevas, Tim Davis & Robert Fitterman, Monica de la Torre, Craig Dworkin, Tim Etchells, Ryan Gander, Michelle Gay, Kenneth Goldsmith, Dan Graham, Alexandra Grant, James Hoff, Seth Kim-Cohen, Sol LeWitt, Glenn Ligon, Tan Lin, Gareth Long, Michael Maranda, Helen Mirra, Jonathan Monk, Simon Morris, João Onofre, Michalis Pichler, Paolo Piscitelli, Vanessa Place, Kristina Lee Podesva, Seth Price, Kay Rosen, Joe Scanlan, Dexter Sinister, Frances Stark, Joel Swanson, Nick Thurston, Triple Canopy, Andy Warhol, Darren Wershler, and Eric Zboya.

Let me know how it is.

I love Vanessa Place. And Tan Lin!

But based on the invited writers, it's clear that the two curators for this exhibit have some what of a limited view of what conceptual writing can be. I love when visual and written art co-mingle, I just wish the definitions of "conceptual writing" was called into question as part of the investigation. Maybe I will try and get to both events, somehow!!

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Unironic Beauty Press

Can we talk for a moment about how amazing David Lynch's hair is?

Okay, you're right. We don't need to talk. We can just silently admire.


My old friend Sam Amidon is performing with Beth Orton at the Fox Theater in Boulder this Friday. I am hoping to actually get there. Let's do it. Let's get there.


If you're in NY, this is happening Friday night:
at 7 p.m. for readings by:
Julian Talamantez Brolaski
Aubrie Marrin
Rob MacDonald
Also, featuring special poetry cocktails!
Bios and pics here:


Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Harmonics like a Deconstructed River Press

Ann Lauterbach writes: “To say sky in the face of sky / Is a failure of duration”

But Lily Brown reminds me that Mallarme offers:
"Revolt or flight is useless and absurd;
For I am haunted. The Sky! The Sky! The Sky!"

Things I can see while sitting on my bed:
a watering can
a birthday cake photograph lighting up all the chins in the frame
an empty purse & an empty hanger on the doorknob
3 electrical sockets
a wolf slowdancing with a girl
Gertrude Stein


I forgot to give you the best text message roundup that I received in September. Here we go, from the second half of my birthday month:

1) “Watchin’ Dawnson’s Creek, foldin’ laundry.”
2) “JULIA JULIA JULIA in my dream we were flying with a murder of crows and then you bit one of those motherf*ckers on the beak for trying to out-fly you.”
3) “I have no umbrella. When it rains, I’m wet.”


I’ve been listening to Oh No, the XX, Baths (yes, still), and Mayer Hawthorne today.


This is happening tonight in Denver!!:
Laird Hunt will be reading from his new novel, Kind One, at Tattered Cover on Colfax, Tuesday, October 9, at 7:30 p.m.
2526 East Colfax Avenue, Denver

We can always see Gertrude Stein.


I miss seaweed. A landlocked heart. The mountains are an exit, a pile of vitamins, what books are afraid of. Your forest inclined to fur is duration. Paradise Cleaners & a barbershop. Or a fox that runs behind my bicycle like a friendly tail. To stay as long as— if the mountains will have me. Moody headphones & leaf-gleaning. Crystalline hibernation. A forest inside the cathedral like a desk drawer left open. What’s your longest feeling?

Monday, October 8, 2012

Blue Steeple Press

Last evening the lovely poet/person Elisa Gabbert went shopping with me for some essentials for the impending dark days & chilling weather: a winter blanket, pj bottoms, soup, winter boots, and an ironing board. (And some dog bones to keep D’Count busy.)

Oh winter, I am ready for you: your long white arms, your fogged windows, your heavy shoes, your icy eyelids, your slow pulse, your melting crystals, your bite your bite your bite.

Then I watched three episodes of Louie CK (3rd season); ate soup & toast.

Then I started reading Alphonso Lingis’ Trust. This is the first book I’ve read in a while that wasn’t assigned to a class I’m assisting or a book I was reviewing or for an academic paper I was writing. Feels good. Here are a few sentences from the preface:

“Courage and trust have this in common: they are not attitudes with regard to images and representations. Courage is a force that can arise and hold steadfast as one’s projections, expectations, and hope dissipates. Courage rises up and takes hold and builds on itself. Trust is a force that can arise hold onto someone whose motivations are as unknown as those of death. It takes courage to trust someone you do not know. There is an exhilaration in trusting that builds on itself. One really cannot separate in this exhilaration the force of trust and the force of courage.”

Do you agree or disagree? I think I would like to agree.

Then then then.

Then I’ll also show you this Lorine Niedecker couplet:

Don’t tell me property is sacred!
Things that move, yes!—

Sigh, isn’t that lovely? Alright, the day moves on with me in it & I must.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

What You Feel Is Space & What You Fell Will Float Away Press

You know it's a good Sunday morning when you can tell someone, "I think some of the inside of your face got on the outside of your face."


I just finished a panel presentation paper for the Rocky Mountain MLA conference entitled, "Lorine Niedecker, James Schuyler, & the Uncontainable Object." Honestly, I feel relieved, this paper has been consuming my weekends since the beginning of September. I feel good that I worked my way through some of Niedecker's difficult poems, poems that I love to read but up to now have had trouble talking about conceptually. And it was fun connecting her work to Schuyler's.

Or in other words, "Lorine and James, I love you, but back the eff up. I need some space. Get your junk outa my face."


Okay, more intros, this one from the Bad Shadow Affair reading last month in Denver:

Dot Devota:
I’m going to tell you how I feel about Dot Devota’s poems. You are invited & not invited. You are digging to bury & to unearth. You’re here, & here is a lemon blanket, the shortest straw, the grossest animal. Now you’re over there, which is a liquid feeling or a plant growing on all fours. You’re not standing or sitting or gliding; you’re immersed. You are ransacked & you are receiving gifts. Dot Devota writes, “And what must break thoroughly is fever into intelligence.” I read this two ways, that fever turns into a kind of intelligence and that intelligence needs a new kind of fever to survive. I feel that. I feel like these poems speed past me, but do so to bivouac a safe passage. And by safe I mean tangled & guttural. In these poems, emotions are sonic, abstractions order pizza, and associations glint with momentum. The poetics of immersion. Please welcome the fever, Dot Devota.

Friday, October 5, 2012

Does No One In Denver Own An Ironing Board Press?

Hello snow. The trees are melting. I live in a series of half circles.

Lamp Post Spine Press

Hey you guys.

Nice matching watches.

Where'd you get those po' boys?



Disclosure #204: When I can spell "fjord" or "japing" in Scrabble I actually get excited.


I think I valiantly fought off a cold this week. And by "valiantly" I mean "yuppie-ish-ly" by drinking tons of Odwalla Super Food & slinging vitamins.

Although I think I forgot to eat dinner last night.


Been watching some lady standup:

Jen Kirkman:

Morgan Murphy:

Why can't I find any Melissa Paull stand up on youtube? So when I say "Why can't I..." I mean "please compensate for my ineptitude and do it for me, please. Like, don't ever talk to me again until you've completed this one task I ask of you."


Tuesday, October 2, 2012

An Orchestra of Water Fountains Press

I'm going to CA Conrad's hotel tonight with Sommer & Noah & Katie Jean to record ourselves for Jupiter88. Thanks CA for inviting us over. I wish you lived here permanently in a house. Or I could build you a fort in my living room.


I'm tutoring at J&W during the Prezzy debate time tomorrow. Ah, what do I do?


A new issue of The Volta is up today. It is October.

Friday Feature: Angela Hume review's Hillary Gravendyk's Harm

Evening Will Come: new essays by Elaine Bleakney, CM Burroughs, & Kristin Prevallet

The Conversant: Thomas Fink, Forrest Gander & John Kinsella, Michael Hardt, Jericho Brown, Johannes Goransson, Stephanie Strickland, Andrew Levy, Wayne Koestenbaum, Frances Richard, Hillary Gravendyk, Amanda Nadbelberg & Brandon Shimoda

Medium: new video by Sara Mumolo

Heir Apparent: Dot Devota's MW

They Will Sew the Blue Sail: new poems by Tomaz Salamun, Rebecca Farivar, & Mia Ayumi Malhotra

Tremolo: interview with Sarah Gridley

Arroyo Chico: Eric Magrane in my back yard

The Pleistocene: Noah Saterstrom in conversation

Take Down the Clouds: Youna Kwak Q&A

The Volta:


If you live in NY:
Thursday, October 4, 7:00pm
Poets House, 10 River Terrace, New York, NY 10282
Aaron Shurin on the Craft of Poetry

San Francisco poet Aaron Shurin considers the question “What is prosody?” in light of the current movement away from meter and traditional forms. Shurin looks at what new elements are at work in contemporary poetry, such as collage and sonic play, referencing both classical and current models, from Homer and Shakespeare to Denise Levertov, Robert Creeley, Michael Palmer and Lisa Jarnot. Shurin explores some of the ways in which poetic craft continues to make meaning in contemporary poetry.
$10, $7 for students and seniors, free to Poets House Members

Monday, October 1, 2012

Pop The Balloon With Your Beak Press

Denver Quarterly has entered the 21st Century and now has a FB page. Go "like" it so you can keep up with all the drama. And by "drama" I mean extraordinary poetry/fiction/interviews/reviews.


For the Pastoral class I'm TAing I've been reading the assigned Philip K. Dick Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?. This is the first scifi book I've ever read. I thought I could go my whole life without reading one. But I'll be honest, I'm enjoying it. See you at the next Comicon...


I re-watched "The Cabin in the Woods" last night and liked it less than the first time. But I'd still recommend it. That's all I got.


I think I want to go to the Clifford Still museum this weekend. Or is that an offensive thing to say considering the aspen are flipping to yellow and we should probably all be admiring them up-close-and-personal?


Remember when one of your parents would sweep the leaves into a pile and you'd bury yourself in it and pretend to vanish and then burst out like some crazy caterpillar and "surprise" that parent? Remember that?


Discussed Williams' Spring & All today. Here are some rambles or brambles:

The first time I read it, the prose sections seemed almost OCD, as though Williams could not resist obsessively returning to the same subject. The more I read it, the more I come to understand it in terms of how Gertrude Stein approaches language: “the idea of the recreation of the word.” And as William James asks of us, ““What after all is so natural as to assume that one object, called by one name, should be known by one affection of the mind?” I am drawn to the idea of how William’s persistence is a plurality of approach, which mirrors his plurality of affections and ideas of application for the imagination and the present.

Williams wants us to be in the present, to have the full experience of the moment. He explains all writing and art up to this point have “been especially designed to keep up the barrier between sense and the vaporous fringe which distracts the attention from its agonized approaches to the moment” (3). He asserts that it’s our imagination that can bring us closer to the present moment, “To refine, to clarify, to intensify that single force—the imagination” (3). So, imagination can eliminate distraction, can dissolve the veil between the present and our experience of it.

Williams circles around ideas of annihilation and plagiarism because he wants to bring our attention to tired rhetoric, the old ways of viewing the world. He uses the example if trite symbolism, he writes, “What I put down of value will have this value: an escape from crude symbolism, the annihilation of strained associations, complicated ritualistic forms of design to separate the work from reality” (22). He isn’t interest in a real annihilation so much as an artistic regeneration, creating an environment from which we can see the world anew, not with established constructs, traditions, and institutions. He pushes us away from directly representational art, too, the kind that mimics reality without creating its own reality. He explains that there is a “falseness in attempting to copy nature.” Williams also writes, “meanings have been lost through laziness or changes in the form of existence which have let words empty” (20). Multiple times, he says that “only the imagination is undeceived” and this relates directly back to the false, stilted lens we view the world when using language that no longer fits the contemporary moment.

I think that Williams believes we cannot fully experience the moment without empathy, which becomes jaded or dusty with tired rhetoric because it forms a distancing veil between people and experience. It is only with the imagination that this empathy can be tuned, and he writes, “Only through the agency of this force can a man feel himself moved largely with sympathetic pulses at work” (27). He wants to revivify how we see the world but also how we relate to each other. Through the relationship between the imagination and the present, we can open ourselves to emotive sympathies that are not insular, but inherently turn us toward the other.

Friday, September 28, 2012

When I Crawl Toward the Sea I Crawl Toward the Land Press

Your fortune cookie says: "You will not see it coming. It will look like a leaf & feel like the sea."


Pleased to let you know that the new fall issue of the Denver Quarterly is out. I.e., time to fall in love:

CONTRIBUTORS: Brian Blanchfield, Sommer Browning, Elizabeth Burns, Charles Caramello, Lisa Ciccarello, Cynthia Cruz, Julia Dratel, Barbara Claire Freeman, John Gallaher, Dan Guststein, Bradley Harrison (interview with Mary Ruefle), Patty Houston, Daniel A. Hoyt, Becky Kennedy, LS Klatt, Teresa Milbrodt, Kristen E Nelson (review of Kristi Maxwell's Re-), Fani Papageorgiou, Deborah Poe, Dani Rado (review of Phong Nguyen's Memory Sickness), Yoval Shimoni (trans. from Hebrew), Jay Snodgrass, Page Hill Starzinger, Catherine Thomas, Kerri Webser, Mike White.

COVER ART: Larry Lorca takes his name from two of his favorite poets. he has been adorning the streets of Richmond Virginia with murals, posters, and installations for over a decade. More of his work can be found on Tyger/Rabbitt is 24''x22'' and paint on wood (2011).

Lisa Ciccarello


The desert was raised whole from the body of the desert.
It is eternal & full of wolves.

The wolves have a story about love, about
how he relaxed himself into the fire
when she turned away

This is the way love goes: beneath
the ground.

The desert makes a hopeless lover of the soldiers.
See: it is soft & innumerable.

Any place in the desert is the heart of the desert:
plant a sword & sand
pumps blindly in every direction

The body of the desert is the desert's army.
It rises & changes
& rises again.

See: we will never finish


Things you can do with the new issue: take it in the bath, take it on a horseback riding adventure, pour it a glass of expensive champagne, build a tent fort with it in your living room.

I'm Wearing My Invisibilty Cloak Because I'm Creepy Press

Question of the day: If you HAD to have a life-size cardboard cut-out of a musician in your apartment, who would it be?


I'm going to this on Saturday. I will be late:

Another reading at Leon!

This time we have Steffi Drewes, Joe Lennon, Andrea Rexilius and, accidently became house band, Poets Row.

It'll be great! It'll be rad!

And there will be a slew of Denver artists on the walls!

Bios below:

Steffi Drewes was born in Iowa and lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. She curates Featherboard Writing Series in Oakland and volunteers at Kelsey Street Press. Her poems have appeared in SpringGun, Mary, Eleven Eleven, Fourteen Hills, Monday Night, No Tell Motel and New American Writing, among others.

Andrea Rexilius is the author of Half of What They Carried Flew Away (Letter Machine, 2012) and To Be Human Is To Be A Conversation (Rescue Press, 2011). She currently teaches BA & MFA courses at Naropa University’s Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics and manages the JKS Summer Writing Program.

Joe Lennon comes from the remote corners of the empire. He is a content uploader for, and he was the lead singer for Doufuzha, a punk rock band with Chinese characteristics. He lives in Denver, Colorado where Broadway becomes South Broadway.

Poets Row is a fantastic band; it's sad that we've met on a cliche. Check them out here:

They're kinda the house band of my heart. They should play every month.

1112 E. 17th Avenue
Denver, Colorado 80218

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Ghost Daddy DayCarrie Press

Apparently my repressed childhood fear of having the lights go out during a storm actually drove me OUTSIDE into the storm last night. Illogically it felt safer to be walking around in a downpour with thunder & lightning than to be inside by myself waiting in fear of a blackout.


If you're in NY, please go to this on my behalf:

Suzanne Tremblay and The Gershwin Hotel Present Ish Klein's “Letters from an Atmosphere”
Opening Reception: Saturday, September 29th 2012, 6PM-8PM
Artist in Residence September 1-September 30 2012
At the Gershwin Hotel (7 E 27th Street New York, NY)

I want to be there so badly.


If you are anywhere else in the US, maybe you are in one of these cities and can catch these amazing writers on tour:

Sept 30--in Boise, Idaho with Jared White, Dan Magers, Farrah Field, and Kyle Crawford
7pm, at The Crux, 1022 W Main Street, Boise.

October 2--Portland, Oregon with Farrah Field, Jared White, and Dan Magers with musical guest import/import
7:30 PM, Recess Gallery 1127 SE 10th Avenue Portland, OR 97214 (207-409-6763)

October 5--Oakland, California with Dan Magers, Farrah Field, and Jared White
at Studio 1 Art Center

Oct 6--San Francisco radio appearance with Jared White, Farrah Field, and Dan Magers
Poet as Radio airs Saturday from 9-10

Oct 8--poetry talk and tea with students at Cal Arts Los Angeles, CA
4 pm

Oct 9--Los Angeles, CA reading with Jared White and Dan Magers
The Pop-Hop bookstore
5002 York Boulevard, Los Angeles, in Highland Park
7 pm

Oct 10—the book tour ends in NY with this great reading
@ 6:30 pm in New York, NY.
Celebrating New Work from 2012 CLMP Face Out Grantees
Cynthia Cruz,Farrah Field (Four Way Books), Dan Machlin reading for Frances Richard (Futurepoem Books), Dan Magers (Birds, LLC), Kristin Prevallet (Belladonna Books)
NYU Main Bookstore, 726 Broadway
Farrah’s dad will be there!!

Monday, September 24, 2012

Look Who's TalKingdom of Heaven Press

I'm going to start a company that turns medical problems into fashion statements.

Who wants to invest?

It’s been a long time since I read Leaves of Grass. In “Song of Myself,” lines I forgot I loved:

the beautiful uncut hair of graves.


I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth

rejections with convex lips,

You splash in the water there, yet stay stock still in your room.
Not asking the sky to come down to my good will,
I resist any thing better than my own diversity,
you take it I would astonish?
Does the daylight astonish? does the early redstart twittering
through the woods?
Do I astonish more than they?

This hour I tell things in confidence,
I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.

Whoever degrades another degrades me
I speak the pass-word primeval,
Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me,
If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.

I am there again.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Apocalyptic Posies Press

New poem up at The Leveler. I like that the editors take the time to offer their thoughts on the poem:

Although I do think the moments of "outright mystery" are actually not so mysterious. But maybe a little mystery is good anyways. Very happy to be a part of this journal with such a rad format. I hope you all submit poems!

Ironing on Cardboard Press

Thanks to all the 4 readers & the attentive audience for making the first autumn Bad Shadow Affair reading optimally amazing.


I'm sitting on a green couch trying to write an academic paper.

Things feel iffy.

My hair doesn't want to stay in a bun.

A confluence of letters & rabbits.

Dried thistle does not look that different from live thistle.

I'm going to make big salad with avocados for dinner.

It's 1:15pm.

I have an iron but no ironing board. Could I just use a flattened cardboard box?


More introductory bios:

Jesse Morse:
Jesse’s poetry swarms with movement: people and objects “creep,” “break,” “freeze,” “placate,” “make play” “smack” and “jockey.” And these undulations and jostlings are not solitary or contained; they grind and sway against each other in unexpected traffic. Like watching a typewriter and a boomerang slow-dance together by the punch bowl. Poems of strange and impossible frictions, unnerving embraces. In Jesse’s work, observation is both a laconic and languorous collision; there is an infinite layering of elements which deserve investigation, and luckily he gives us multiple entry points, the most enticing one being, “a trapdoor under fire under a poem.”

Emily Pettit:
The final lines of the first poem in Emily Petti’s book, Goat in the Snow, are:
“You are not alone when you make ridiculous gestures /with your arms and legs, and call it dancing. We all are.” I read this two ways: 1) you are not alone when you make ridiculous gestures because we all are making similar gestures. And 2), you are alone making ridiculous gestures because we are all alone within these gestures. Emily’s poetry continually resists singular meaning: we are given declarations and answers that only serve to bewilder, to show us ever-forking tributaries that never lead us to the expected body of water. She presents us with the paradox, “That we would know this noise, / that we would act accordingly” because these poems prove there is no set way to act, that “accordingly” is unfixed, wavering. In a collection that includes 27 “how to” poems, we live out both the anxiety that no one can ever instruct us on how to experience anything, and the faith that this generates mystery and excitement. Emily writes, “And it is easy to say things. It is harder /to mean things. Build a pyramid. Have no /idea why.”
LINK: Read samples & buy the book here.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Babby Batter Volume 1 Press

Don't forget to come to the reading tonight with Graham Foust, Dot Devota, Brandon Shimoda, and Corina Copp. Okay?

I'm going to start posting some of the intros I've written for previous Bad Shadow Affair readers and links to their work:

Maureen Owen:
I read Erosion’s Pull in 2007 and it was the first time I experienced poems where the titles had line breaks, options, and could snake out as long as the poem itself. Maureen Owen’s titles introduce a poetics of collision and expansion. Giddy with incongruous adjectives and movement, there’s both an excess of elbowroom and an excess of jostling. Her poems are crowded elevators, brimming with the sweaty bike messenger, the stiff-collared executive, the secretary, and the echo of Marilyn Monroe’s ghost. Her poems are the air around the elevator, the air that doesn’t stop once you reach the top floor.

J. Mae Barizo:
One day when I was 21, I stayed late after work at my summer job and my boss came up to me and asked me if I wanted to buy a glass vase with her. Why, I asked? She said, I like to smash them against rocks in the forest. To her, this destruction was music, shards, relief. J. Mae Barizo’s poems pick up pieces of our world and crack them open like geodes, like she’s just trying to figure out what the connective tissue looks like between a bicycle and empathy. And after she cracks open and splinters these objects, noises, moods, she most tenderly adheres them together again, slightly altered. From reading J. Mae’s poems, I’ve learned that America is filled with silly coins and outlined in a rumor; that words are strings of hanging lanterns; that phones are babies; and that we are as uncertain as music.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

What Is Fridge Press

If I was in NYC tonight I would go to this new music series:

Tonight I'm going to finish writing bios for the Saturday Bad Shadow Affair reading. And work on a fellowship application. I might eat a bagel. And a salad with avocado. Basically, what is in my fridge.

S&N's baby G, second day of life:
So happy.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Locust vs. Loc Ness Press

If you're in NY or visiting NY this is the thing to do:

What is LOCULIS?

LOCULIS is Mike Newton’s curation of the curators.

An artist, critic and art devotee, Mike takes a direct, engaged,
sometimes eccentric approach to art-viewing, and LOCULIS is his
invitation to join him.

Every Saturday at 11:00 AM, Mike gives an intimate tour of NYC’s
contemporary art galleries.

He curates a selection of galleries to visit, provides background
material and information on the exhibits, and initiates discussion
about the work.

Not only a great introduction to NYC's (sometimes daunting)
contemporary art scene, Mike’s tours also provide a unique way to see
some of the best art in the city.

Tours are generally limited to around 12 people, but don’t hesitate to
write about availability. The cost is $20 per person.

If you’d like to come on a tour, you can email Mike at

If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask. The fall
tours begin this Saturday, Sept. 22.

For an on-the-ground report from a LOCULIS tour, read Steven Karl’s
article in Coldfront:

For some of Mike’s art criticism, see his gallery reviews in Harp &

Or visit the LOCULIS site here:

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

The Shadow in the Collar of Your Eye Pres

The Bad Shadow Affair series is back from summer break and ready to entrance you:

Pleased to let you know that the new Bad Shadow Affair series begins this Saturday with Graham Foust, Brandon Shimoda, Dot Devota, and Corina Copp.

Info below. Please note NEW starting time.

Sept, Saturday the 22nd
Brandon Shimoda
Dot Devota
Corina Copp
Graham Foust

When?: Saturday. Doors at 6:30pm, reading starts PROMPTLY at 7pm (new earlier time)
Where?: at Lost Lake Lounge | 3602 East Colfax | Denver, Colorado
How?: Magic. And some planning.
Why?: Community.

Hope to see you all there!
Julia & Sommer

Sunday, September 16, 2012

The Hound Points to the Invisible Press

Been reading Niedecker all weekend, here are some quotes. I think I'm going to focus on poetry stuff for the next month:


Do you understand how awesome it is to put "dark" and "infested" together as one word? I hope you do.

"And the place / was water"

"letters / rabbits"

This could be a good tattoo. On 1 wrist, the word 'letters" and the other "rabbits" & then I'll always have Niedecker.

Heather Christle has a review up at the Believer. Check it check it:

Friday, September 14, 2012

When The Lamps Hold Up The Clouds Press

Instead of just texting friends about the weird bus experiences I've had in the last two months I think I'll pose them in terms of life lessons. So for example, today's life lesson is from the route 12 bus: If you get on the bus with a giant canister of Potato Stix, offer some to your seat-neighbor:
I can't express how large this container was.


So last week I posted photos sans faces & this week are some travel photos con cabezas:

And then the crazy light that happened at the airport when I returned from this month of traveling. Doesn't it look like the lamps are holding up the clouds?: