Sunday, January 30, 2011
The newest GlitterPony is live and pleasing to the eye-ear-inner eye: Check out new writing by Eileen Myles, Jeannie Hoag, then check out some of The Baseball Poems: Issue #12
Also, SHAMPOO's 10th Anniversary Edition ( #38 ) is on-line and hyphy. Rae Armantrout, Emily Liebowitz, Debrah Morkun, Dodie Bellamy: Get yr nails done; Get yr hair did.
And and and, Otoliths has their new Southern Summer issue ( #20 ) set to come out on the 1st of the new month. Dedicate a few days of your life to sniffing this glorious bouquet filled with pistols. And Baseball Poems (!)
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Picked up the newest Asheville Poetry Review, vol. 17, no.1, issue #20. A hefty 204 pages of poems, reviews, interviews. A good deal at 13$ ( a sublime deal at free: gift cards, hallelujah ). Were it not for the special features scattered throughout, though, I might be tempted to say it's a loss for readers.
The high points are Fred Chappell's succint, and opinionated (yee-uh), take on a book of new Rimbaud translations, Thomas Rain Crowe's translations of four Hugh-Alain Dal poems, two 'in memorium' pieces by Lucille Clifton, and a hardtalking interview with Ai.
Of the barby satires of sonnets, nature pieces, and narrative tales is a lean towards pop-poetry mediocrity I cannot disassociate with the journal now.
( Also, the author's are presented in homogenizing alphabetical order, something that I have come to regard as a curious shying away from deliberate presentation ( why not order the pieces by word count, smallest to largest, or place writers in an order by their geography? ), something more akin to a simple index of authors that a reader may passively ingest. )
Head over to the free and mighty Horseless Review or check Caketrain for a look at some challenging, delightful work, and, if you've got some bread, spend it ( don't just read the free sample of 20-40 pages like I do ).
Monday, January 10, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
"With / no sound of metals this tundra sings..." / Baseball Poems in the next GlitterPony / Chapbook Announcement
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Re-reading Miss Plath's 84 page The Colossus and Other Poems ( Random House, 1960 ). A gorgeous construction of pieces - "for Ted" - in the same way religious passages are gorgeous.
I am lulled by the acute attention to rhythm of the short line and the manner by which single sentences are skewed/tugged into three, four, five shorter lines, pulsing along, prompting a series of re-reads, evaluating a re-surging connectivity ( the entire of "Man in Black" joins three line stanzas to exhale 21 lines from a single sentence ). Stabilizing this trail of impression is always a period at the end. Always a capital letter begins the flushed-left line. One is placed within the poem, directed to sense, intuit from the conditions, on the terms, of the poem.
The manner in which simple lists of noun become surreal landscapes through an exact diction akin to meditation spurring epiphany. Lulled by the corset of the stanzas. They are trim. There's a taxing and archaic, but/therefore genuine, quality to the poetry. I don't use the word surgical, or deliberate, or reasonable ( though the poems are all of these things ), I say painful, and that which is painful deserves to be considered directly in composition, post-composition. That Sylvia informs me how to engage and disengage my own aggressions and maddenings is only one compliment.
"The Eye-mote," "Suicide off Egg Rock," and "Full Fathom Five."