Blogger Laureate
Voting Begins for Blogger Laureate at Billy TBP
When I voted yesterday, Amy King was neck in neck with a blogger I don't know, both with 36 votes.
K Silem Mohammed is running also, but had 8 votes when I voted yesterday.
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On My Desk
Noah Eli Gordon, *A Fiddle Pulled from the Throat of a Sparrow*, New Issues (Western Michigan U)
Unlike Gordon's other books these are versified poems not prose poems like the poems in The Frequencies.
The section called "Four Allusive Fields" has four poems about Cy Twombly:
with an epgraph by Roland Barthes.
"Cy listens absently to absent Homer
explaining himself away.Boring as a canvas
to a waterfall, as a splotch of red to equations
lifting a helicopter, injured by a display of attentiveness
can you believe the humming, anonymous light."
These four interrelatied poems are pleasingly reminiscent of Berrigan's Sonnet series.
Noah Eli Gordon, *The Area of Sound Called the Subtone*, ahsahta press
(mostly prose poems with a sequence of versified poems including the title poem)
"a bomb?=a word=the truth in things other
than subtones burning a hole in the ozone or passing through
the brain-case & out the ear-hole. the fire has blue legs, shoes
like rain."
**
"if the expressivities of the human face are mirrored
in the eyebrows of dogs, if they learn because we tell them to, if
someone fills out an application in a few minutes, lands a
job, makes dinner, dreams herself an ownership, then are we
stealing from or assembling one another?"
Noah Eli Gordon, *Inbox*, Blaze Vox
(a run-on compilation of 200 emails received from NEG's friends and associates, reprinted anonymously with permission from the writers)
'She later admits that she's out of it because of diaper-changing and also that she doesn't believe in the communities she claims not to know of...So I don't know; you might want to write a letter to her. She may tell you you're too old to fall under the banner of the younger crowd. I mean, you're 28? That's only six years behind Ange."
"Hey, I love the way it moves, Alban Berg-like shifting melodiousness, fired through atonal relay points. I love, too, how Catullus suddenly appears with the beetles (I thought at first "The Beatles"). Nice Job! I'd send it to John Tranter, see if he'll put in the section? I'll bet he would. Shapiro is a poet long past due the praise he IS due. Hey fucker, you're just lucky they let you stay this long! I went in, went $40,000 in debt, and then was given the boot all within two years. So I don't want to hear about leaving the cushy MFAland."
Distribution Automatique
Wednesday, April 25
Monday, April 23
Nobody Knows The Truffles I've Seen
We are honored and delighted to announce
a mini-review of fait accompli, the book, is just out from Sharon Mesmer.
Virgin Formica
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Contradicta
If you speak in a voice too low no one will hear you. If you speak in one too loud no one will listen. If you say too little no one will understand. If you say too much, no one will care to understand.
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As with everything else of significance, happiness must be pieced together gradually, like a jig-saw puzzle- only to be pulled apart and put together again and again.
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On My Desk
*E-x-c-h-a-n-g-e-V-a-l-u-e-s The First XI Interviews*, curated By Tom Beckett
Otoliths Books
From the Jean Vengua interview with Tom Beckett:
"I don't have a clear sense of my poetics, other than what I discover from the conversation of poetry that I'm engaged in.I'm constantly escaping my own grasp. Maybe the names of the crossroads are the One and the Other, in the sense that, when I write, I can sometimes thankfully shed my own skin and become the other. Who am I today? What road will I take? And whose road is it? Is it a private, or a public road, and do I feel like trespassing today?
I guess I'm an escape artist at heart. I don't like being pinned down.
On the other hand, I'm always reeling myself in to face the political, the material contexts in which I exist. So maybe you could say that my poetics, as it is, rather than what I want it to be, is sort of impossibly torn, between wanting to cast myself out into the ether as far as possible, yet wanting, needing, to be fully participant in society, making a difference with my language, or hoping, at least, that that is possible."
Each interviewee is represented by a selection of their work.
from AND CALLED IT MILK by Thomes Fink
"Count it Higher has a boring face
He's fascinating
he doesn't talk.
I take care of that
by making his good-boy life
as it bubbles along my video.
His face started to cry
when I gave him candy.
Candy's like a mommy without a brain..."
We are honored and delighted to announce
a mini-review of fait accompli, the book, is just out from Sharon Mesmer.
Virgin Formica
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Contradicta
If you speak in a voice too low no one will hear you. If you speak in one too loud no one will listen. If you say too little no one will understand. If you say too much, no one will care to understand.
********************
As with everything else of significance, happiness must be pieced together gradually, like a jig-saw puzzle- only to be pulled apart and put together again and again.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
On My Desk
*E-x-c-h-a-n-g-e-V-a-l-u-e-s The First XI Interviews*, curated By Tom Beckett
Otoliths Books
From the Jean Vengua interview with Tom Beckett:
"I don't have a clear sense of my poetics, other than what I discover from the conversation of poetry that I'm engaged in.I'm constantly escaping my own grasp. Maybe the names of the crossroads are the One and the Other, in the sense that, when I write, I can sometimes thankfully shed my own skin and become the other. Who am I today? What road will I take? And whose road is it? Is it a private, or a public road, and do I feel like trespassing today?
I guess I'm an escape artist at heart. I don't like being pinned down.
On the other hand, I'm always reeling myself in to face the political, the material contexts in which I exist. So maybe you could say that my poetics, as it is, rather than what I want it to be, is sort of impossibly torn, between wanting to cast myself out into the ether as far as possible, yet wanting, needing, to be fully participant in society, making a difference with my language, or hoping, at least, that that is possible."
Each interviewee is represented by a selection of their work.
from AND CALLED IT MILK by Thomes Fink
"Count it Higher has a boring face
He's fascinating
he doesn't talk.
I take care of that
by making his good-boy life
as it bubbles along my video.
His face started to cry
when I gave him candy.
Candy's like a mommy without a brain..."
Saturday, April 21
this just in
via buffalo poetics list
Help Save Small Magazines
by Robert Mcchesney -
The news media are covering the tragic murders in Virginia this morning, and as they do an extraordinarily significant story is slipping through the cracks.
On very rare occasions I send a message to everyone in my email address book on an issue that I find of staggering importance and urgency. (My address book includes pretty much everyone who emails me in one form or another, and I apologize if you get this message more than once.) This is one of those times.
There is a major crisis in our media taking place right now; it is getting almost no attention and unless we act very soon the consequences for our society could well be disastrous. And it will only take place because it is being done without any public awareness or participation; it goes directly against the very foundations of freedom of the press in the entirety of American history.
The U.S. Post Office is in the process of implementing a radical reformulation of its rates for magazines, such that smaller periodicals will be hit with a much much larger increase than the largest magazines.
Because the Post Office is a monopoly, and because magazines must use it, the postal rates always have been skewed to make it cheaper for smaller publications to get launched and to survive. The whole idea has been to use the postal rates to keep publishing as competitive and wide open as possible. This bedrock principle was put in place by James Madison and Thomas Jefferson. They considered it mandatory to create the press system, the Fourth Estate necessary for self-government.
It was postal policy that converted the free press clause in the First Amendment from an abstract principle into a living breathing reality for Americans. And it has served that role throughout our history.
What the Post Office is now proposing goes directly against 215 years of postal policy. The Post Office is in the process of implementing a radical reformulation of its mailing rates for magazines. Under the plan, smaller periodicals will be hit with a much larger increase than the big magazines, as much as 30 percent. Some of the largest circulation magazines will face hikes of less than 10 percent.
The new rates, which go into effect on July 15, were developed with no public involvement or congressional oversight, and the increased costs could damage hundreds, even thousands, of smaller publications, possibly putting many out of business. This includes nearly every political journal in the nation. These are the magazines that often provide the most original journalism and analysis. These are the magazines that provide much of the content on Common Dreams. We desperately need them.
What the Post Office is planning to do now, in the dark of night, is implement a rate structure that gives the best prices to the biggest publishers, hence letting them lock in their market position and lessen the threat of any new competition. The new rates could make it almost impossible to launch a new magazine, unless it is spawned by a huge conglomerate.
Not surprisingly, the new scheme was drafted by Time Warner, the largest magazine publisher in the nation. All evidence available suggests the bureaucrats responsible have never considered the implications of their draconian reforms for small and independent publishers, or for citizens who depend upon a free press.
The corruption and sleaziness of this process is difficult to exaggerate. As one lawyer who works for a large magazine publisher admits, It takes a publishing company several hundred thousand dollars to even participate in these rate cases. Some large corporations spend millions to influence these rates. Little guys, and the general public who depend upon these magazines, are not at the table when the deal is being made.
The genius of the postal rate structure over the past 215 years was that it did not favor a particular viewpoint; it simply made it easier for smaller magazines to be launched and to survive. That is why the publications opposing the secretive Post Office rate hikes cross the political spectrum. This is not a left-wing issue or a right-wing issue, it is a democracy issue. And it is about having competitive media markets that benefit all Americans. This reform will have disastrous effects for all small and mid-sized publications, be they on politics, music, sports or gardening.
This process was conducted with such little publicity and pitched only at the dominant players that we only learned about it a few weeks ago and it is very late in the game. But there is something you can do. Please go to www.stoppostalrateh ikes.com and sign the letter to the Postal Board protesting the new rate system and demanding a congressional hearing before any radical changes are made. The deadline for comments is April 23.
I know many of you are connected to publications that go through the mail, or libraries and bookstores that pay for subscriptions to magazines and periodicals. If you fall in these categories, it is imperative you get everyone connected to your magazine or operation to go to www.stoppostalrateh ikes.com.
We do not have a moment to lose. If everyone who reads this email responds at www.stoppostalrateh ikes.com , and then sends it along to their friends urging them to do the same, we can win. If there is one thing we have learned at Free Press over the past few years, it is that if enough people raise hell, we can force politicians to do the right thing. This is a time for serious hell-raising.
And to my friends from outside the United States, I apologize for cluttering your inbox. If you read this far, we can use your moral support.
From the bottom of my heart, thanks.
Bob
Robert W. Mcchesney www.mediaproblem. org www.freepress. net Department of Communication University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign
Be well
David Baratier, Editor
Pavement Saw Press
PO Box 6291
Columbus, OH 43206
http://pavementsaw.org
via buffalo poetics list
Help Save Small Magazines
by Robert Mcchesney -
The news media are covering the tragic murders in Virginia this morning, and as they do an extraordinarily significant story is slipping through the cracks.
On very rare occasions I send a message to everyone in my email address book on an issue that I find of staggering importance and urgency. (My address book includes pretty much everyone who emails me in one form or another, and I apologize if you get this message more than once.) This is one of those times.
There is a major crisis in our media taking place right now; it is getting almost no attention and unless we act very soon the consequences for our society could well be disastrous. And it will only take place because it is being done without any public awareness or participation; it goes directly against the very foundations of freedom of the press in the entirety of American history.
The U.S. Post Office is in the process of implementing a radical reformulation of its rates for magazines, such that smaller periodicals will be hit with a much much larger increase than the largest magazines.
Because the Post Office is a monopoly, and because magazines must use it, the postal rates always have been skewed to make it cheaper for smaller publications to get launched and to survive. The whole idea has been to use the postal rates to keep publishing as competitive and wide open as possible. This bedrock principle was put in place by James Madison and Thomas Jefferson. They considered it mandatory to create the press system, the Fourth Estate necessary for self-government.
It was postal policy that converted the free press clause in the First Amendment from an abstract principle into a living breathing reality for Americans. And it has served that role throughout our history.
What the Post Office is now proposing goes directly against 215 years of postal policy. The Post Office is in the process of implementing a radical reformulation of its mailing rates for magazines. Under the plan, smaller periodicals will be hit with a much larger increase than the big magazines, as much as 30 percent. Some of the largest circulation magazines will face hikes of less than 10 percent.
The new rates, which go into effect on July 15, were developed with no public involvement or congressional oversight, and the increased costs could damage hundreds, even thousands, of smaller publications, possibly putting many out of business. This includes nearly every political journal in the nation. These are the magazines that often provide the most original journalism and analysis. These are the magazines that provide much of the content on Common Dreams. We desperately need them.
What the Post Office is planning to do now, in the dark of night, is implement a rate structure that gives the best prices to the biggest publishers, hence letting them lock in their market position and lessen the threat of any new competition. The new rates could make it almost impossible to launch a new magazine, unless it is spawned by a huge conglomerate.
Not surprisingly, the new scheme was drafted by Time Warner, the largest magazine publisher in the nation. All evidence available suggests the bureaucrats responsible have never considered the implications of their draconian reforms for small and independent publishers, or for citizens who depend upon a free press.
The corruption and sleaziness of this process is difficult to exaggerate. As one lawyer who works for a large magazine publisher admits, It takes a publishing company several hundred thousand dollars to even participate in these rate cases. Some large corporations spend millions to influence these rates. Little guys, and the general public who depend upon these magazines, are not at the table when the deal is being made.
The genius of the postal rate structure over the past 215 years was that it did not favor a particular viewpoint; it simply made it easier for smaller magazines to be launched and to survive. That is why the publications opposing the secretive Post Office rate hikes cross the political spectrum. This is not a left-wing issue or a right-wing issue, it is a democracy issue. And it is about having competitive media markets that benefit all Americans. This reform will have disastrous effects for all small and mid-sized publications, be they on politics, music, sports or gardening.
This process was conducted with such little publicity and pitched only at the dominant players that we only learned about it a few weeks ago and it is very late in the game. But there is something you can do. Please go to www.stoppostalrateh ikes.com and sign the letter to the Postal Board protesting the new rate system and demanding a congressional hearing before any radical changes are made. The deadline for comments is April 23.
I know many of you are connected to publications that go through the mail, or libraries and bookstores that pay for subscriptions to magazines and periodicals. If you fall in these categories, it is imperative you get everyone connected to your magazine or operation to go to www.stoppostalrateh ikes.com.
We do not have a moment to lose. If everyone who reads this email responds at www.stoppostalrateh ikes.com , and then sends it along to their friends urging them to do the same, we can win. If there is one thing we have learned at Free Press over the past few years, it is that if enough people raise hell, we can force politicians to do the right thing. This is a time for serious hell-raising.
And to my friends from outside the United States, I apologize for cluttering your inbox. If you read this far, we can use your moral support.
From the bottom of my heart, thanks.
Bob
Robert W. Mcchesney www.mediaproblem. org www.freepress. net Department of Communication University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign
Be well
David Baratier, Editor
Pavement Saw Press
PO Box 6291
Columbus, OH 43206
http://pavementsaw.org
Wednesday, April 18
Big Surprise
Study Says Chimps More Evolved Than Humans
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On My Desk
Nancy Shaw, "Affordable Tedium", Tsunami
"From the far room a voice returns as so many facts.
Wrapped lips encumbered gently in her younger days.
Some days he takes long walks.
Along the beach they wept in solitude.
And now only long glances across the view.
She was to have married soon on another Sunday.
Some streams are blue."
Study Says Chimps More Evolved Than Humans
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On My Desk
Nancy Shaw, "Affordable Tedium", Tsunami
"From the far room a voice returns as so many facts.
Wrapped lips encumbered gently in her younger days.
Some days he takes long walks.
Along the beach they wept in solitude.
And now only long glances across the view.
She was to have married soon on another Sunday.
Some streams are blue."
Tuesday, April 17
On My Desk
Kate Greenstreet, *case sensitive*, ahsahta press, Boise State University
(from "[SALT]"
"8 [will become rock hard but never lose its taste]"
"A funeral. I had to speak. The words just came.
There were so many dead.
Even as we were burying them, no one was sure who was who.
Everyone was saying what they'd take, if they could only take one thing.
The men would be allowed two things, and nobody knew why."
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Gwyn McVay, *Ordinary Beans*, Pecan Grove Press
(from "Grief Psalm, For Large Ancient Rock Band")
"...there was a car crash here, say the flowers, and in that
crash someone died. I make my own flowers out of newspaper:
how my playmates have grown and gone on.
"I will apply the lipstick of greatness, the limestone mascara of
love. Need I say? There are few rubber dogs in the hills these days.
I mean steam that rises from a body.
"Don't think for a second you haven't become alien, part water,
part of the bathtub you scrub with Dr Bronner's Soap, All-
One. Some kind of rising creature.
"I will let my mascara to dry, then put on the dark glasses of a fool
and hum. Oh sisters, let's go down, down to the river, sisters, let's
go down. O sisters, let's go down, down to the river to pray."
Kate Greenstreet, *case sensitive*, ahsahta press, Boise State University
(from "[SALT]"
"8 [will become rock hard but never lose its taste]"
"A funeral. I had to speak. The words just came.
There were so many dead.
Even as we were burying them, no one was sure who was who.
Everyone was saying what they'd take, if they could only take one thing.
The men would be allowed two things, and nobody knew why."
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Gwyn McVay, *Ordinary Beans*, Pecan Grove Press
(from "Grief Psalm, For Large Ancient Rock Band")
"...there was a car crash here, say the flowers, and in that
crash someone died. I make my own flowers out of newspaper:
how my playmates have grown and gone on.
"I will apply the lipstick of greatness, the limestone mascara of
love. Need I say? There are few rubber dogs in the hills these days.
I mean steam that rises from a body.
"Don't think for a second you haven't become alien, part water,
part of the bathtub you scrub with Dr Bronner's Soap, All-
One. Some kind of rising creature.
"I will let my mascara to dry, then put on the dark glasses of a fool
and hum. Oh sisters, let's go down, down to the river, sisters, let's
go down. O sisters, let's go down, down to the river to pray."
Sunday, April 15
Bemsha Sting
I remember when, years ago. Laurable erased all her blog links with
the single line, "too many poetry blogs."
Looks like Jonathan Mayhew (Bemsha Swing) just erased his, a few days after expressing some
minor dissatisfactions with Ron Silliman's blog.
The only reason you don't see a link list on my blog is that I don't know how to do this on New Blogger. Nada Gordon has promised to walk me through doing this. It was Jonathan Mayhew who, several years ago. first taught me how to put a link on my blog!
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On My Desk
Aaron Belz, *The Bird Hoverer*, Blaze/VOX,
"My name is Anatoly Karpov. Excuse my
beleaguered appearance, I have spent two
excruciating weeks tutoring the biggest
dumbass in the chess world..."
Tom Beckett, "Unprotected Texts*, Meritage
"Elliptic seizures./Unacknowledged quotations/
increase and are better comprehended"
Alan Davies, *Book 5*, Katalanche
"I wake up/feigning/ wakefulness"
Katie Degentesh, "The Anger Scale", Combo
"as long as we're laughing/ at Rush Limbaugh's addiction/
remember that Mt. Rushmore was itself/
the creation of an ardent member of the Ku Klux Klan"
Elaine Equi, "Ripple Effect", Coffee House
"Fountains, I realized, are thirsty too-/
for company"
"The Diary of Anne Frank", Pan Books
"I wonder whether you can tell me why it is that
people always try so hard to hide their feelings."
John Gedo, "Beyond Interpretation:Toward a Revised
Theory for Psychoanalysis", International Universities Press
"To repeat, we no longer attempt to illuminate all of human
behavior in terms of derivatives of the unresolved conflicts
of the Oedipus Complex"
Nada Gordon, *Folly", Roof Books
"O! Rend my heart with ev'ry pain!
But let me, let me love again!"/
And while you're at it,'/
fix-the-fucking-/
voting machines."
Franz Kafka, *The Zurau Aphorisms*, commentary
by Roberto Calasso, Shocken Books,
"A cage went in search of a bird"
Amy King, "I'm the Man Who Loves You", Blaze Vox
"Though muffled, new holocausts/trace the Cinderella
myths/They tunnel from echoes ago/into sparks
of souls ignited"
Mitch Highfill, "Konig's Sphere", Situations
'Knock-knock./Click-click./Hand emerges from cloud"
David Markson, "The Last Novel", Shoemaker Hoard
"In the Spring of 1944, at the height of their efficiency,
the forty-six ovens in the crematoriums of Auschwitz were
incinerating as many as twelve thousand corpses per day"
David Shapiro, "New and Selected Poems (1965-2006), Overlook
"They have used the bodies of children/
As improvised bridges/Which they later cross"
Vanitas 2, edited by Vincent Katz,
"Nico, famous Nico/, who once sang a dirge-like version of/
"Deutchland, Deutchland Uber Alles"/swore to solemn Lou/
she'd come tonight to the band's one night reunion./
But night's almost gone- soon day will be creeping/
like dirty rain through its gutters."
Jerome Sala
Nico Vassilakis, "pond ring e", nine muses
"I will ask you to whisper/a list of inventions/in my ear"
Mark Young, "the allegrezza syndrome", Otoliths
"There isn't a person alive who can truthfully say/
that they have never waited in vain for their lover"
Bill Zavatsky, "Theories of Rain", Sun
"We are dumbbells you exercise in the night! We are stupid/
ambassadors hijacked pants-down in flight ,colonials/ stabbed
by parrot revolutionary fever-for a moment exulting, soaked with
blood of the absolutely free.../ the fabulous blood of
you and me"
I remember when, years ago. Laurable erased all her blog links with
the single line, "too many poetry blogs."
Looks like Jonathan Mayhew (Bemsha Swing) just erased his, a few days after expressing some
minor dissatisfactions with Ron Silliman's blog.
The only reason you don't see a link list on my blog is that I don't know how to do this on New Blogger. Nada Gordon has promised to walk me through doing this. It was Jonathan Mayhew who, several years ago. first taught me how to put a link on my blog!
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
On My Desk
Aaron Belz, *The Bird Hoverer*, Blaze/VOX,
"My name is Anatoly Karpov. Excuse my
beleaguered appearance, I have spent two
excruciating weeks tutoring the biggest
dumbass in the chess world..."
Tom Beckett, "Unprotected Texts*, Meritage
"Elliptic seizures./Unacknowledged quotations/
increase and are better comprehended"
Alan Davies, *Book 5*, Katalanche
"I wake up/feigning/ wakefulness"
Katie Degentesh, "The Anger Scale", Combo
"as long as we're laughing/ at Rush Limbaugh's addiction/
remember that Mt. Rushmore was itself/
the creation of an ardent member of the Ku Klux Klan"
Elaine Equi, "Ripple Effect", Coffee House
"Fountains, I realized, are thirsty too-/
for company"
"The Diary of Anne Frank", Pan Books
"I wonder whether you can tell me why it is that
people always try so hard to hide their feelings."
John Gedo, "Beyond Interpretation:Toward a Revised
Theory for Psychoanalysis", International Universities Press
"To repeat, we no longer attempt to illuminate all of human
behavior in terms of derivatives of the unresolved conflicts
of the Oedipus Complex"
Nada Gordon, *Folly", Roof Books
"O! Rend my heart with ev'ry pain!
But let me, let me love again!"/
And while you're at it,'/
fix-the-fucking-/
voting machines."
Franz Kafka, *The Zurau Aphorisms*, commentary
by Roberto Calasso, Shocken Books,
"A cage went in search of a bird"
Amy King, "I'm the Man Who Loves You", Blaze Vox
"Though muffled, new holocausts/trace the Cinderella
myths/They tunnel from echoes ago/into sparks
of souls ignited"
Mitch Highfill, "Konig's Sphere", Situations
'Knock-knock./Click-click./Hand emerges from cloud"
David Markson, "The Last Novel", Shoemaker Hoard
"In the Spring of 1944, at the height of their efficiency,
the forty-six ovens in the crematoriums of Auschwitz were
incinerating as many as twelve thousand corpses per day"
David Shapiro, "New and Selected Poems (1965-2006), Overlook
"They have used the bodies of children/
As improvised bridges/Which they later cross"
Vanitas 2, edited by Vincent Katz,
"Nico, famous Nico/, who once sang a dirge-like version of/
"Deutchland, Deutchland Uber Alles"/swore to solemn Lou/
she'd come tonight to the band's one night reunion./
But night's almost gone- soon day will be creeping/
like dirty rain through its gutters."
Jerome Sala
Nico Vassilakis, "pond ring e", nine muses
"I will ask you to whisper/a list of inventions/in my ear"
Mark Young, "the allegrezza syndrome", Otoliths
"There isn't a person alive who can truthfully say/
that they have never waited in vain for their lover"
Bill Zavatsky, "Theories of Rain", Sun
"We are dumbbells you exercise in the night! We are stupid/
ambassadors hijacked pants-down in flight ,colonials/ stabbed
by parrot revolutionary fever-for a moment exulting, soaked with
blood of the absolutely free.../ the fabulous blood of
you and me"
Saturday, April 14
*A Face in the Crowd*
the classic 50's film directed by Elia Kazan portraying corrupt and manipulative practices emerging in the early days of tv, echoes pungently recent newsworthy events concerning the descent of the infamous Imus (not to speak of the film's many other prophetic aspects such as anticipating the significance of media talk show hosts in the explosive growth of the evangelical movement, with its similarity to the Nazi movement of the 1930's.)
In the final scenes, character Mel Mller (played by Walter Matthau) says to Lonesome Rhodes (Andy Griffith): "What's going to happen to you, I'll tell you what's going to happen to you. You'll get a show alright, but it won't be a major network like you had before. Some station after a little while will say, 'L'et's try him again. He was big.' You'll have an audience,but it won't be hundreds of millions you had before . You'll make money, but it won't be the same kind of money..."
the classic 50's film directed by Elia Kazan portraying corrupt and manipulative practices emerging in the early days of tv, echoes pungently recent newsworthy events concerning the descent of the infamous Imus (not to speak of the film's many other prophetic aspects such as anticipating the significance of media talk show hosts in the explosive growth of the evangelical movement, with its similarity to the Nazi movement of the 1930's.)
In the final scenes, character Mel Mller (played by Walter Matthau) says to Lonesome Rhodes (Andy Griffith): "What's going to happen to you, I'll tell you what's going to happen to you. You'll get a show alright, but it won't be a major network like you had before. Some station after a little while will say, 'L'et's try him again. He was big.' You'll have an audience,but it won't be hundreds of millions you had before . You'll make money, but it won't be the same kind of money..."
Friday, April 13
Wednesday, April 11
New work from harry k stammer on PFS Post (edited by Adam Fieled)
PFS Post
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On My Desk
Tom Beckett, *Unprotected Texts:Selected Poems, 1978-2006*, Meritage
""& I feel like a sentence/trapped in the body/of a paragraph"
Elaine Equi, *Ripple Effect*, Coffee House
"even if you don't know a thing/ about poetry,/at least help me decide/what to wear."
Brenda IIjima/Austin Publicover,*Council of Worms*, CD, Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs
"before language you could always whimper"
Catherine Imbroglio, *Parts of the Mass*, Burning Deck
"The rhythm and interval between objects"
Jonathan Lethem, *You Don't Love Me: A novel*, Doubleday,
"The band didn't have a name yet, though they'd discussed it hundreds of times."
David Markson, *The Last Novel*, Shoemaker Hoard
"People are exasperated by poetry which they do not understand, and cotemptuous of poetry they do understand without effort.
Said Eliot"
Douglas Messerli, *My Year 2005: Terrifying Times*, Green Integer
"I realized that, in a sense, language never quite stopped in the Austin's house"
Bob Perelman, IFLIFE, Roof
"Avant-garde is middle aged, but romanticism is forever young. Dorian Gray"
Jordan Stempleman, *What'sThe Matter*, Otoliths
"drawing past brackets for a source,/ the companion of a modern poem/sounds in the bits from turbulent men,/no clear end the language trades to see"
David Shapiro, *New and Selected Poems (1965-2002), Overlook
"James Bond's girl friend/Lay in bed, having/a bad dream during a thunderstorm"
Nico Vassilakis, *Diptychs*, Otoliths
"Beckett's Weather"
Nico Vassilakis, *Ring*, Nine Muses Books
"the ease at which/your every effort gets/absorbed into history"
mark young, *the allegreza sydrom*, Otoliths
"The Iranians lay claim half the floor of the Caspian sea....The Anericans want to build a pipeline across the floor of the Caspian"
Bill Zavatsky, *theories of rain and other poems*, Sun
"I have built the rain/alone in my room"
Bill Zavatsky, *Where X Marks the Spot*, Hanging Loose
"Oh, I must have also/ failed poetry somehow! What am I/
going to do?"
PFS Post
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On My Desk
Tom Beckett, *Unprotected Texts:Selected Poems, 1978-2006*, Meritage
""& I feel like a sentence/trapped in the body/of a paragraph"
Elaine Equi, *Ripple Effect*, Coffee House
"even if you don't know a thing/ about poetry,/at least help me decide/what to wear."
Brenda IIjima/Austin Publicover,*Council of Worms*, CD, Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs
"before language you could always whimper"
Catherine Imbroglio, *Parts of the Mass*, Burning Deck
"The rhythm and interval between objects"
Jonathan Lethem, *You Don't Love Me: A novel*, Doubleday,
"The band didn't have a name yet, though they'd discussed it hundreds of times."
David Markson, *The Last Novel*, Shoemaker Hoard
"People are exasperated by poetry which they do not understand, and cotemptuous of poetry they do understand without effort.
Said Eliot"
Douglas Messerli, *My Year 2005: Terrifying Times*, Green Integer
"I realized that, in a sense, language never quite stopped in the Austin's house"
Bob Perelman, IFLIFE, Roof
"Avant-garde is middle aged, but romanticism is forever young. Dorian Gray"
Jordan Stempleman, *What'sThe Matter*, Otoliths
"drawing past brackets for a source,/ the companion of a modern poem/sounds in the bits from turbulent men,/no clear end the language trades to see"
David Shapiro, *New and Selected Poems (1965-2002), Overlook
"James Bond's girl friend/Lay in bed, having/a bad dream during a thunderstorm"
Nico Vassilakis, *Diptychs*, Otoliths
"Beckett's Weather"
Nico Vassilakis, *Ring*, Nine Muses Books
"the ease at which/your every effort gets/absorbed into history"
mark young, *the allegreza sydrom*, Otoliths
"The Iranians lay claim half the floor of the Caspian sea....The Anericans want to build a pipeline across the floor of the Caspian"
Bill Zavatsky, *theories of rain and other poems*, Sun
"I have built the rain/alone in my room"
Bill Zavatsky, *Where X Marks the Spot*, Hanging Loose
"Oh, I must have also/ failed poetry somehow! What am I/
going to do?"
Tuesday, April 10
Honor Thy Cast of Thousands (with Tons of Laughs)
Nada and Gary come over to watch The Ten Commandments. Gary reports on that and progress on Elsewhere #3:Toni's Baked Fried Chicken
We had a laugh a minute wisecrack- a- thon watching this classic Bollywood before the fact.
Nada and Gary come over to watch The Ten Commandments. Gary reports on that and progress on Elsewhere #3:Toni's Baked Fried Chicken
We had a laugh a minute wisecrack- a- thon watching this classic Bollywood before the fact.
Sunday, April 8
Saturday, April 7
Friday, April 6
The Last Novel
David Markson's newest book, *The Last Novel* is just out from Shoemaker Hoard. Except for a few hours work, and dinner, I was unable to close this book, yesterday, the same day I purchased it, until the last word. It is unquestionably one of Markson's greatest works, an incandescent, elegiac, gnomic masterpiece, satirically and hilariously critical of human stupidity and cruelty, yet passionately, reverently and knowledgeably reflective of human brilliance and accomplishment throughout history. His other works include *Wittgenstein's Mistress*, *Reader's Block* and *This is Not a Novel*.
A few tidbits:
"He who writes artistically dies without recognition or reward.
Complained Lope de Vega- in 1609"
"Our father who art in heaven/Stay there.
Requested Jacques Prevert."
"I am no Einstein.
Once said Einstein."
"It's later than you know.
Printed Baudelaire on the face of his clock- after having broken off its hands."
David Markson's newest book, *The Last Novel* is just out from Shoemaker Hoard. Except for a few hours work, and dinner, I was unable to close this book, yesterday, the same day I purchased it, until the last word. It is unquestionably one of Markson's greatest works, an incandescent, elegiac, gnomic masterpiece, satirically and hilariously critical of human stupidity and cruelty, yet passionately, reverently and knowledgeably reflective of human brilliance and accomplishment throughout history. His other works include *Wittgenstein's Mistress*, *Reader's Block* and *This is Not a Novel*.
A few tidbits:
"He who writes artistically dies without recognition or reward.
Complained Lope de Vega- in 1609"
"Our father who art in heaven/Stay there.
Requested Jacques Prevert."
"I am no Einstein.
Once said Einstein."
"It's later than you know.
Printed Baudelaire on the face of his clock- after having broken off its hands."
Thursday, April 5
Are Those Rag Dolls Lying There in the Poet's Corner?
Wait a minute...they're all standing up...they've got their arms out...they're walking towards me...
Tom Beckett's Little Book of Zombie Poems designed by Mark Young
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"The academy of my dreams is opening its doors..."
(Ted Berrigan)
In my dream last night I was in the subway looking for Uijongbu. I try to call somebody from the dark platform but two tough guys start to approach me. When I woke up I remembered where the word was from and then I had a very strong, sad feeling of missing Ted.
I remembered this:
"It is 8:54 a.m. in Brooklyn it's the 28th of July and
it's probably 8:54 in Manhattan but I'm
in Brooklyn I'm eating English Muffins and drinking
pepsi and I'm thinking of how Brooklyn is New
York city too how odd I usually think of it as
something all its own like Bellows Falls like Little
Chute like Uijongbu"
-Ted Berrigan's *Sonnets* (Grove Press, 1964)
I looked up Ted Berrigan in the Wikipedia. It turns out Ted served in the army during the Korean war.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Ted Berrigan (15 November 1934 - 4 July 1983) was an American poet.
Berrigan was born in Providence, Rhode Island, on November 15, 1934. After high school, he spent a year at Providence College before joining the U.S. Army in 1954 to serve in the Korean War. After three years in the Army, he finished his college studies at the University of Tulsa in Oklahoma, where he received a B.A. in English in 1959. He received his M.A. from Tulsa in 1962. Berrigan was married to Sandy Berrigan, also a poet, and they had two children, David Berrigan and Kate Berrigan. He and his second wife the poet Alice Notley were active in the poetry scene in Chicago for several years, then moved to New York City, where he edited various magazines and books.
Uijeongbu
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Uijeongbu is a city in Gyeonggi Province, South Korea. Its geographical location is 37°45′N 127°3′E.
The city is located just north of Seoul with many U.S. and Korean military bases for the defense of the Korean capital. The U.S. Second Infantry Division has established its headquarters in the city with main troops deployed in Dongducheon City.
In M*A*S*H, this city (then just a village) served as the home of MASH 4077.
Wait a minute...they're all standing up...they've got their arms out...they're walking towards me...
Tom Beckett's Little Book of Zombie Poems designed by Mark Young
**************************************
"The academy of my dreams is opening its doors..."
(Ted Berrigan)
In my dream last night I was in the subway looking for Uijongbu. I try to call somebody from the dark platform but two tough guys start to approach me. When I woke up I remembered where the word was from and then I had a very strong, sad feeling of missing Ted.
I remembered this:
"It is 8:54 a.m. in Brooklyn it's the 28th of July and
it's probably 8:54 in Manhattan but I'm
in Brooklyn I'm eating English Muffins and drinking
pepsi and I'm thinking of how Brooklyn is New
York city too how odd I usually think of it as
something all its own like Bellows Falls like Little
Chute like Uijongbu"
-Ted Berrigan's *Sonnets* (Grove Press, 1964)
I looked up Ted Berrigan in the Wikipedia. It turns out Ted served in the army during the Korean war.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Ted Berrigan (15 November 1934 - 4 July 1983) was an American poet.
Berrigan was born in Providence, Rhode Island, on November 15, 1934. After high school, he spent a year at Providence College before joining the U.S. Army in 1954 to serve in the Korean War. After three years in the Army, he finished his college studies at the University of Tulsa in Oklahoma, where he received a B.A. in English in 1959. He received his M.A. from Tulsa in 1962. Berrigan was married to Sandy Berrigan, also a poet, and they had two children, David Berrigan and Kate Berrigan. He and his second wife the poet Alice Notley were active in the poetry scene in Chicago for several years, then moved to New York City, where he edited various magazines and books.
Uijeongbu
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Uijeongbu is a city in Gyeonggi Province, South Korea. Its geographical location is 37°45′N 127°3′E.
The city is located just north of Seoul with many U.S. and Korean military bases for the defense of the Korean capital. The U.S. Second Infantry Division has established its headquarters in the city with main troops deployed in Dongducheon City.
In M*A*S*H, this city (then just a village) served as the home of MASH 4077.
Wednesday, April 4
Contradicta
When intrusion becomes a right all other rights lack teeth.
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I don't care much for birthdays or most holidays. That every day is assigned a number, a first name and a surname, and every moment labelled with another number provides more than enough temporal bureaucracy for me.
When intrusion becomes a right all other rights lack teeth.
*
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I don't care much for birthdays or most holidays. That every day is assigned a number, a first name and a surname, and every moment labelled with another number provides more than enough temporal bureaucracy for me.
Monday, April 2
*Folly* on the Roof
Nada Gordon's new book from Roof Books,*Folly* was celebrated yesterday at the home of the publisher, James Sherry. Terrific performances were offered by Sharon Mesmer (who "roasted" Nada with Henny Youngman type witticisms), Mitch Highfill, Marianne Shaneen, Brenda IIjima, Gary Sullivan, Katie Degentesh and Nada herself joined in to read from the book, which features a knockout cover by Gary Sullivan, with assistance from Nada herself. The room was filled with huge smiles, delighted laughter, and palpable excitement about Nada's new book, some good food and, from what I could tell, some damn fine wine as well.
At one point, James Sherry and Nada read from a funny and fascinating "process" dialogue based on emails the two wrote to each other during the editing stage of the book. Toward the end of the party, James and Deborah reminisced that this was among one of the most terrific book parties ever given in the loft. I agreed, having attended events there to celebrate Roof and Segue books since the late seventies. Other Roof book writers in attendence were Charles Bernstein, Susan Bee, Abigail Child, Kim Rosenfield and Drew Gardner. Other luminaries present included Ann Tardos, KIm Lyons, Toni Simon, Deborah Thomas, Douglas Rorhschild, Bill Marsh and Octavia Butler, Michael Scharf and no doubt many others I have yet to meet!
This was a weekend of book parties (David Shapiro, Elaine Equi [see link to photo below], Nada Gordon) I will long remember. I have a lot of poetry to read, some new, and some I have long admired, that I will without doubt hugely enjoy.
Nada Gordon's new book from Roof Books,*Folly* was celebrated yesterday at the home of the publisher, James Sherry. Terrific performances were offered by Sharon Mesmer (who "roasted" Nada with Henny Youngman type witticisms), Mitch Highfill, Marianne Shaneen, Brenda IIjima, Gary Sullivan, Katie Degentesh and Nada herself joined in to read from the book, which features a knockout cover by Gary Sullivan, with assistance from Nada herself. The room was filled with huge smiles, delighted laughter, and palpable excitement about Nada's new book, some good food and, from what I could tell, some damn fine wine as well.
At one point, James Sherry and Nada read from a funny and fascinating "process" dialogue based on emails the two wrote to each other during the editing stage of the book. Toward the end of the party, James and Deborah reminisced that this was among one of the most terrific book parties ever given in the loft. I agreed, having attended events there to celebrate Roof and Segue books since the late seventies. Other Roof book writers in attendence were Charles Bernstein, Susan Bee, Abigail Child, Kim Rosenfield and Drew Gardner. Other luminaries present included Ann Tardos, KIm Lyons, Toni Simon, Deborah Thomas, Douglas Rorhschild, Bill Marsh and Octavia Butler, Michael Scharf and no doubt many others I have yet to meet!
This was a weekend of book parties (David Shapiro, Elaine Equi [see link to photo below], Nada Gordon) I will long remember. I have a lot of poetry to read, some new, and some I have long admired, that I will without doubt hugely enjoy.
Sunday, April 1
Celebrating Elaine Equi's *Ripple Effect*, New and Selected Poems
a photo by
Star Black
Charles Bernstein, Stephen-Paul Miller, Bob Perelman, Bill Zavatsky,
Meredith Walters, Francie Shaw, Toni Simon, Nick Piombino,
Susan Bee, Elaine Equi, Jerome Sala
(via Charles Bernstein's Web Log)
a photo by
Star Black
Charles Bernstein, Stephen-Paul Miller, Bob Perelman, Bill Zavatsky,
Meredith Walters, Francie Shaw, Toni Simon, Nick Piombino,
Susan Bee, Elaine Equi, Jerome Sala
(via Charles Bernstein's Web Log)
Contradicta
Through all of our suffering, existence itself shines above it like a star.
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What is known to every object and every living thing in the world except human beings is how to be at rest.
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Big Bridge Feature: Your New Face-
Poet/Artist Collaborations
Through all of our suffering, existence itself shines above it like a star.
*********************************
What is known to every object and every living thing in the world except human beings is how to be at rest.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Big Bridge Feature: Your New Face-
Poet/Artist Collaborations
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