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