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There is no firm feeling of accomplishment until your friend has emphatically explained to you all the reasons you should have it.




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On My Desk


Paul Gauguin, *Noa Noa* , NIcholas L Brown, 1919

"Tehura, immobile, naked, lying face downward flat on the bed with the eyes inordinately large with fear. She looked at me, and seemed not to recognize me, As for myself I stood for some moments strangely uncertain. A contagion emanated from the terror of Tehura. I had the illusion that a phosphorescent light was streaming from her staring eyes. Never had I seen her so beautiful, so tremulously beautiful. And then in this half-light which was surely peopled for her with dangerous appariations, I was afraid to make any movement which might increase the child's paroxysm of fright. How could I know what at that moment I might seem to her? Might she not with my frightened face take me for one of the demons and specters, one of the Tupapaus, with which the legends of her race people sleepless nights? Did i really know who in truth she was herself? The intensity of fright which had dominated her as the result of the physical and moral power of her superstitions had transformed her into a strange being, entirely different from anything I had known heretofore."

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Sylvia Plath reads-, Caedmon, 50 minute cassette

The Poetry of Sylvia Plath/Stanford




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Anne Sexton: the voice of the poet, 60 minute cassette, 64 page book

"Tonight I will learn to love you twice;
learn your first days, your mid-Victorian face.
Tonight I will speak up and interrupt
your letters, warning you that wars are coming,
that the Count will die, that you will accept
your America back to live like a prim thing
on the farm in Maine. I tell you, you will come
here,to the suburbs of Boston to see the blue-nose
world go drunk each night, to see the handsome
children jitterbug, to feel your left ear close
on Friday on Symphony. And I tell you,
you will tip your boot feet out of that hall,
rocking from its sour sound, out onto
the crowded street, letting your spectacles fall
and your hair net tangle as you stop passers-by
to mumble your guilty love while your ears die."

Anne Sexton reads


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Ernesto Priego, who makes his home in Mexico City, now a student in Britain, opines on mouth-watering
Fish and Chips, a la Roland Barthes


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Mark Young, who makes his home in Australia, muses on the oddities of discovering John Cage's *X writings* at book fair in Rockhampton, and takes note of how much I am enjoying his *Falsely Goethe* (Otoliths). By the way, when Kimberly Lyons, Nada Gordon and Gary Sullivan were visiting here last (speaking of mouth watering) to feast on Toni's awesome baked chicken and fries, and store bought Key Lime pie-at the moment Gary was talking about Tom Beckett, Kim had opened Mark's book to his poem that refers to Tom's *Unprotected Texts* gamma ways

(from *Falsely Goethe* by Mark Young)
"*Day twenty-one*

Today the
postman brought
me Tom Beckett's *Unprotected
Texts*. Special delivery.
Bubble wrapped
inside a plain
brown envelope. I
opened it up. That
print smell was
wonderful."


""Day ninety-six*

Today the
postman brought
me a new edition of *The
Selected Works of
Signumd Freud.* It's
full of what
appear at first glance
typos- though on
reflection perhaps
deliberate. Esp. when
you find such lines as
'...he dreamt his
mother fucked
him into bed.'"

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On My Desk


Cesar Vallejo, *Aphorisms*, translated from the Spanish by Stephen Kessler, Green Integer, 2002

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"I love plants for the root, not for the flower."

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"Nature creates eternity of substance. Art creates eternity of form."

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"My simple anarchy, my great pain composed of joys."

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"Aviation in air, in water and spirit. Its laws are different in all three cases. The spirit soars the more it weighs and sinks into itself. The heavier the spirit, the higher and farther it flies."

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"CAREFUL with the human substance of poetry."

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Frank Hlton, *Baudelaire in Chains: A portrait of the artist as a drug addict*, Peter Owen, 2004

"'There are moments when I'm seized by a desire to sleep for ever; but I cannot sleep anymore, because I'm always thinking...So, to sum up, it has been *demonstrated* to me this year that I could really earn money, and with application and persistence, a lot of money. But the disorders already mentioned, unceasing poverty, a new deficit to make up, the wearing away of my energy by little worries and finally, in a word, my tendency to reverie have nullified everything.' For reverie, read 'opium'. The former is a favourity euphemism for the drug among all the literary opium users of the time. For Baudelaire, it means a phantom world of dreams and plans and projects for poems,plays, articles, novels, stories- all revolving endlessly in his mind, repetitively listed among his papers but rarely developed beyond that point."

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Tom Beckett on Prime Time

Nicholas Manning announces "The Continental Review: videos of and by poets; the first issue includes a video by Tom Beckett.

a loaf of bread, mark woods' blog, a jug of wine and thou beside me singing in the wilderness; ah wilderness were paradise enow

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*fait accompli*, the book: Four Years in the Making, with a cast of about six; me, Toni Simon, Gary Sullivan, Bill Marsh and Octavia Davis, iwth an assist from Nada Gordon- and, now, hopefully, you, the readers, who have visited or clicked on this blog, over 300,000 times since February, 2003


*fait accompli* has been available for free for over four years. If you feel an urge to support this blog, please consider buying a copy of the book based on it, published by Factory School, titled *fait accompli* If you don't find it at your bookstore you can buy it from Small Press Distribution or Factory School. Based on many of the responses I have been receiving so far, I feel confident you will appreciate having it.

Contradicta





Sadness offers a hundred words and explanations while happiness has but few and is inexplicable.





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It is easier to lose love than passion, but it is sadder to lose passion.

Contradicta


Rise above the petty thoughts which viewed as pains will unite into chains.



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Anger, hurt and cruelty are helpless without each other.




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Penn Sounds Radio Buzz

Charles Bernstein interviewed re: Penn Sound on San Francisco radio

On My Desk

Again, from Mark Young's terrific *Falsely Goethe*, Otloliths

"Day Fifteen

The pretend gypsy
who is also a
genuine mother
figure tells me
that a storm
composed of the
active ingrediets
from soft handwash
lotions is brewing
again. Expect
more of the same,
she says, unless I
can deliver to her
a 1950's-themed stereo-
scopic 3D extravaganza
of America's entry
into racing's victory
circles within the
next three days. She
also says she has
messages from
all our ancestors."

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Did you know David Shapiro was a child prodigy on violin and still plays?

from David Shapiro, New and Selected Poems, (1965-2006),The Overlook Press, 2007

*Friday Night Quartet*: 1, ST. BARNABAS

"My mother said
All surgeons want to do is surge.
And as one took the staples from her skull
She said, Neurosurgeons are not nice.

Mostly blind and leaning against a wall
She told my father, Irv, you can be replaced
God forbid I should sit where I want to sit,
And what's wrong with this chair pray?

Sitting and crying, she said
This is not Chekhovian
Or Tolstoyan David.
This is annoying.

Lying on the angiogram cot, strapped down and hot and bloody,
My mother said, The worst words in the English language
Are these David- Don't move.
And what do you think the best words are: Here's some water.

My mother said,
I'm not wavery because I have a wall
And I love it-
Walls are convenient because they don't move...."

David Shapiro Overlook Press

On My Desk

Mark Young, *Falsely Goethe*, Otoliths, 2007

"Day seventy-four

Today the
postman brought
me John Cage's
*X, writings
'79-82.* I went
to sign my
name. "Already
done," he said. "Seen
one X, seen them
all." I watched
the postman until
he went around
the corner. Took
him four minutes
& thirty-three
seconds. I stood
silent. He kept
whistling."

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In 1982 I went to a book signing for John Cage's *X writings.* Cage signed the book for me and said he was double signing it (meaning he signed over his own signaature) because then it would be worth more. Cage was not only brilliant and productive, but kind.

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*Franz Kafka: The Zurau Aphorisms* with an introduction and afterword by Roberto Calasso*, Schocken

"All human errors stem from impatience, a premature breaking off of a methodical approach, an ostensible pinning down of an ostensible object."

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"From a certain point on there is no turnng back. This is the point that must be reached."

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"The spirit only becomes free at the point when it ceases to be invoked as a support."

On My Desk


Joshua Corey, *Selah*, Barrow Street Press, 2003, Barrow Steet Poetry Prize selected by Robert Pinksky

"I refused to stoop to your level.
I was only lips on the stoop.
I was a life-support system for a scream.
I was a brain in a vat of Fresca.
I was an eyeball in a ziplock bag of eyeballs.

I was neuron, twitch. I was detached.
You straddled past and put me in your pocket.
Kept walking. You burst into sun

and disappeared."

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William Worringer, *Abstraction and Empathy*: A Contribution to the Psychology of Style*, International Universities Press, (1908, first published in the US 1933, reprinted 1980)

"The enfeeblement of the world-instinct, modest contentment with an external orientation within the world-picture, is always accompanied by the strengthening of the urge to empathy, which is latently present in every human, and held in check only by the 'dread of space', by the urge to abstraction. Anxiety diminished, confidence grows, and now, for the first time, the outer world begins to live and it receives all its life from man, who now anthropomorphises all its inner essence, all its inner forces.The sensation of oneself-in-things naturally sharpens the feeling for the inexpressibly beautiful content of organic form, and paths are revealed to artistic volition, and paths of artistic naturalism, for which the natural model merely serves as a substratum to the will to form that is guided by its feeling for the organic. Now the artist learns 'to apprehend every random form as a theatre within which to experience the joy of moving hither and thither in the company of nameless forces.' (Lotze, *Geschichte der Asthhetik*, 75).

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Brooklyn Rail/May


Art Seen/Brooklyn Rail: Susan Bee

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Diary/blog by Tan Lin- The Brooklyn Rail

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Gary Sullivan's New Comic!

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the L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E Hypertext Index
via Charles Bernstein Web Log

Joel Kuzsai and Wystan Curnow

read last evening at Saatchi and Saatchi. It's an impressive place, though some of my poet friends described it as a corporate cathedral. Huge gorgeous Elizabeth Murray painting/assemblages[my mistake- Wystan corrected me today at lunch- they are late Frank Stella paintings] grace the walls of the lobby when you enter.Three doorman were needed to guide you to an impressive reading room on the 16th floor that had a skylight on a round gabled glass ceiling thaf must have been 30 feet high. There were elegant aperitifs and an open bar. Both poets read from recent and earlier work, and the performances complemented each other well. When I thought about what these poets had in common I realized that both have a powerful curatorial impulse, Wystan in art and Joel in publishing (he's the publisher of Factory School books, along with Bill Marsh). These were readers who offer multilayered performances of striking intensity and subtle, yet pervasive irony which no doubt stems from a profound critical impulse. Joel's references included the Wizard of Oz and Wystan's another Oz known as Dada. Both poets clearly have thought long and hard about what they had to say before they said it, yet read with relaxed directedness and focus that lets the listeners think- but not overly long - always moving right along, no carelessness, but little rigidity. Joel read a second autobiographal, and very dramatic piece that I enjoyed immensely. Wystan ended with a poem about Matisse's erratic sleep habits that was both dreamlike and intensely wakeful- how did he do this?- that seemed to amplify everything that been performed thoughout the evening. The audience was excitedly appreciative: there were three children there who were graceful and attentive- a significant coup for any group of readers (Adeena Karasik's daughter and the daughters of Joel Kuzsai's associate Bill Marsh's- my recent publisher's- wife Octavia Davis. She'll be teaching writing at St. John's in the fall). Although she and Bill are relatively recent arrivals in Jackson Heights, Queens, I was happy to hear they are considering moving so they can stay for a long time. Charles Bernstein introduced both readers as close friends whose work he strongly feels deserves complete and wide attention. He is right, and the audience members, that included numerous fine poets and artists (I think I had met the painter Max Gimlet once before, as well as book collector and soon to be publisher Patrick Lovelace), Of course there were many others frequently mentioned on this blog. When Wystan comes next from New Zealand don't miss him; and if you see him ask Joel Kuzsai if he might read more often. Another treat was a quick conversation I had with Robert Fitterman whose review in Jacket was mentioned here this past Sunday. I told him that I had pointed my readers to Gilbert Adair's fascinating review of Rob's newest episodes of Metropolis. Rob mentioned an earlier review in Jacket sometime back that would complement this one- I plan to find that one too. Joel announced that all his poetry is procedural, and Patrick Lovelace mentioned to me that the graduate school poet friends he knows are all interested in Rob Fitterman's-and, no doubt Joel's, conceptual (found) poetry. Also, I had a chance to tell Susan Bee how impressed I was with her two page spread in the Brooklyn Rail-I liked the smiling photo (taken by Charles B it turns out). Also the interviewer, while pointing to all the important info- like the availability online now of M/E/A/N/I/N/G that Susan edited with Myra Schor, was witty as well. I left the reading feeling I had had a vacation in Oz and I wouldn't mind staying longer. But someone has to point you to the Emerald walk, don't they? Plenty of poets aournd these days seem willing and able to do just that, Wystan and Joel last night invoking and evoking the Tin Man, Max Ernst, Kurt Schwitters,and Dorothy; Lex- who knows Maryann Shaneen reminded me how we had all been graced with Bunny ears and photographed at her birthday party a couple of years ago, in honor of Marianne's upcoming documentary about the Furries- people who take their animal personas very seriously.. Poets as Furries; must be something to that. Wystan said-in one of his poems- that at times Max Ernst truly didn't know if he was a man or a bird.

On My Desk


David Antin: The Review of Contemporary Fiction, Spring 2001
"If I draw on the sense of exile, it's more in the cheerful exilic mode of Marcel Duchamp than in the anguished mode of Kafka. Probably because by now it seems clear nobody has a permanent home on the face of the earth."

Richard Foreman, *No-Body, a novel in parts*, The Overlook Press, 1997
""Oh, Eddie, Eddie-you broke my heart with your stories about a brilliant childhood."

Somerset Maugham, *The Moon and Sixpence*, 1919
"'I think Strickland knew it was a masterpiece. He had achieved what he wanted. His life was complete. He had made a world and saw that it was good. Then, in pride and contempt, he destroyed it.'"

Sharon Mesmer, *Half Angel, Half Lunch*, Hard Press, 1998
"He said, 'I'd like to explore the erotic aspect of this relationship.'
She said, 'Can it wait till the commercial?'
He said,'Have you ever read 'The Wasteland?'
She said, 'My last boyfriend took me to Hoboken for the weekend.'"

Otto Rank, *Art and Artist: Creative Urge and Personality Development*, 1932
"Achievement and success are seen to be psychologcally representative of the two basic tendencies that struggle against one another in the artist, the individual and the social. Achivement is ideological, success is personal; and the more the artist achieves in idea, the less disposed he will he be to follow this up by personal success...for success, even when it is won by artistic means, implies a personal success in life and is thus that very life from which the artist had originally fled to art as a refuge."

Wallace Stevens reads (cassette, recorded 1955, digitally remastered 1993), includes, *The Life of a Poet (A Prose Note)*

Arthur Sze, *The Redshifting Web; Poems 1970-1998, Copper Canyon
"Reality /is like a contemporary string/ quartet:/the first violinist puts on a crow's head./ And the cellist/soliloquizes on a white lotus/in the rain./The violinist discusses/love, rage and terror/And the second violinist reports on the latest coup/in Afghanistan"

(All, except the Maugham, found Sunday at Unnameable (formerly Adam's) Books-456 Bergen Street, Brooklyn; 718-789-1534 for $40!)

The Past Refound Rebound or Rebounds: Visitations, Celebrations, Reconstructions, Citations, Quotations

Jacket 32

The Holiday Album: Greeting Card Poems For All Occasions, edited by Elaine Equi, Douglas Messerli's What Is To Be Done, Fitterman's Metropolis deciphered by Gilbert Adair, Joan Retallack on Juliana Spahr and Jonathan Skinner, Jena Osman on Cecelia Vicuna and found art, Michael Gottlieb on flarf and Katie Degentesh's Anger Scale, James Sherry on The Grand Piano, Carolyn Bergvall's The Franker Tale and much,much more


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The only things worth being understood in what we say are those things we make clear in what others have said.


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Truths about poety are the keys that unlock the cages. You are there to watch the birds fly away and when they go you never think twice about the truth, the keys or the cages,


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Freud's Discontents in a Post 9/11 World- "Hail to the Analysand* NY Times Op-Ed

OOOOOOklahoma Where the Students Are Inspired by Jackson Mac Low

The Hub

A Serbian in Chelsea

Toni and I introduced Serbian poet Dubrava Duric to Chelsea yesterday. Toni performed one of her incomparable Chelsea tours. No time now to write a long post but two shows you must not miss are:

Leonardo Drew Leonardo Drew lives in New York and before that in Tallahasse, Florida.

Tobias Putrih's *Macula series A & 1"*, which was the star of the under and 30 something artist's show at "PS 1's Greater New York 2005", is on view at Max Protetch, 511 W. 22cd Street. Dubravka was saying the her husband Misko, who is a literary theorist in Belgrade, liked to spend time with friends in Slovenia. As it happens, Putrih was born there, and his latest work is the Slovvenian offering for the 2007 Venice Biennale. The Putrih large, biomorphic shaped cardboard sculptures are eerily monumental while remaining light-porous and delicate

The Poem Adrift

Peter Ciccariello

Invisible Notes

This just in from Mark Young

Otoliths 5
has just gone live, which means it's a year old today.


It's also May Day, so arise & join in a chorus of The Internationale with Paul Siegell, Andrew Topel, Jordan Stempleman, Ernesto Priego, Paolo Manalo, Eileen Tabios, Jeff Harrison, Katrinka Moore, Corey Mesler, Raymond Farr, Steve Rodgers, Robert Lee Brewer, Mark Cunningham, Martin Edmond, Steve Timm, James Sanders, Audacia Dangereyes, Thomas Fink, Spencer Selby, Maria Zajkowski, Richard Lopez, Marcia Arrieta, Tom Hibbard, Matina Stamatakis, Louise Landes Levi, Márton Koppány, Anny Ballardini, Jill Jones, Craig Santos Perez, mIEKAL aND, Dax Bayard-Murray, Ed Schenk, MTC Cronin, Alana Madison, Alexander Jorgensen, Andrew Taylor, Carol Novack (& Stan Crocker), Stephanie Green, Maurice Oliver, Caleb Puckett, David-Baptiste Chirot, Derek Motion, James Maughn, Michael Rothenberg, Tom Beckett, Nick Piombino & Richard Kostelanetz as they "change henceforth the old tradition".



Enjoy.



Mark Young

(The link on the Internationale was added in by *fait accompli*; it is one day ahead in Australia; here we are celebrating May Day one day ahead in honor of Otoliths)

King of Brooklyn


Amy King has won the poet laureate poll conducted at Billy the Blogging Poet's site,
She gained-last I saw- 233 votes in all; her closest competitor Collin Ferrell scored about 160.

Amy is directing MiPoRadio, a poetry series in Brooklyn, and she is the first full time moderator/editor at the Buffalo Poetics list.

Her recent book is *I'm The Man Who Loves You" from blazeVOX
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Her blog is at Amy King.org

Congratulations, Amy!

As of Midnight Saturday, Amy King was leading by about 10 votes!


Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere

Voting ends by Midnight tonight!

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Sub-Conscious

When the history of blogging is written, one blog that no one will ever forget will be Katie Degentesh's Bloggedy Blog Blog. It's in the realm of the eternal "why didn't I think of that?"

Anyway, so I was waiting for the subway at the Grand Army Plaza stop the other day listening to a very young girl, who was walking down the subway stairs with her hand in her mother's hand, saying, in a tiny voice, but quite loudly: "I love you train, I love you train, I love you train."

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Poetry on the Bowery


Charles Bernstein and Tenney Nathanson read to a packed and pleased house yesterday afternoon at the Bowery Poetry Club. Charles, whose stand-up, or "hunched over" comedian persona was in top form, did an impromptu duet with surprise visitor from Serbia, Dubravka Duric, (whose 2002 book includes translations of and writing about US poets including Charles B, Bruce Andrews, Douglas Messerli, James Sherry, Bob Perelman, Ron Silliman, Bob Perelman, Michael Palmer, Lyn Hejinian, Charles Olson, John Ashbery, Robert Creeley, Ezra Pound, Amiri Baraka, Robert Duncan, Jack Spicer, David Antin, Jerome Rothenberg. Rae Armantrout, Barrett Watten, Rachel Blau DuPlessis, Carla Harryman, Clayton Eshleman, yours truly and many others) with Charles quipping that his translation of her poetry reflected a better understanding of her native language than the language of George Bush and Dick Cheney. Host Tim Peterson introduced Tenney Nathanson as his mentor, friend and teacher. Nathanson seemed surprisingly at ease in front of the famously picky Manhattan audience at the BPC and when I talked with him later I learned that he had lived in New York frequently over the years although he lives and teaches in Arizona now. Nathanson and I knew a lot of people in common including critic and literary theorist John Johnston. Johnston lived in the loft downstairs from me in Soho in the early 70's, when I lived briefly downstairs from artist Susan Rothenberg. Nathanson studied at Columbia under Kenneth Koch and David Shapiro whose echoes could be pleasantly heard in between the lines of his excellent poems.

Celebrities in the audience included Ted Greenwald who, as Charles B noted, founded the Segue Series with Charles 30 years ago, neither, of course, expecting the series to endure in the striking way it has. James Sherry, whose Segue Foundation has supported the series from the beginning, was present as well. Other notables spotted included Susan Bee (who will read and present her art next Saturday with Johanna Drucker including one of their collaborations). Other notables present known to me included Fiona Templeton, Mimi Gross, Corinne Robins and Sal Romano, Ann Tardos, Tan Lin, Dan Machlin, Thom Donovan, Nada Gordon, Adeena Karasik, Simon Pettet, Bruce Andrews, Mark Weiss, Gilbert Adair and no doubt many others I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting. I also spoke with poet Allen Brafman who is interested in getting more public notice for the superb poetry of his acquaintance, the great, late Frank Kuenstler, author of such classics as *Lens* and In Which.

To Go Against

Ernesto Priego (Never Neutal) continues the discussion Tom Beckett began with his Burning Bridges Post on Soluble Census

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Enthusiastic response from Allen Bramhall

for Tom Beckett's recent poetry and interview collections Tributary

and from Crag Hill for the Interview Anthology- whose interview opened up Beckett's interview series (includes a screen shot of the Interview Anthology cover) Poetry Scorecard

Mark Young and Tom Beckett are planning further anthologies of Tom Beckett's ongoing interview project- from Otoliths Books


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Charles Baudelaire

from "Mon Coeur Mis a Nu"

"*Hygiene.- Projets*- Plus on veut, mieux on veut. Plus on travaille, mieux on travaille et plus on veut travailer.
Plus on produit, plus on devient fecond.
Apres un debauche, on se sent toujours plus seul, plus abondonee
Au moral comme au physique, j'ai toujours eu la sensation du gouffre, non seulement du grouffre du sommeil, mais du gouffre de l'action, du reve, du souvenir, du desir, du regret, du remords, du beau, du nombre, etc..."

from *My Heart Laid Bare"
"Discipline. Plans.* The more one wills, the better one wills.
The more one works, the better one works and the more one wants to work.
The more one produces, the more fertile one becomes.
After a debauch, one feels more alone, the more deserted.
Morally and physically, I have always had a sense of the abyss, not only the abyss of sleep, but the abyss of action, dream, memory, desires, regret, remorse, the abyss of the beautiful, of number, and so on..."