Saturday, April 30, 2011

'Pider Announcement




We calls it 'Pider.

The Nashville temperament has initiated a creative endeavor of the poetic-artistic kind.

An online journal to put you in your place, 'Pider will put out only fantastic stuff, no exceptions ( which I guess is the policy elsewhere-everywhere, but does not seem the case ). The twin pole system in charge of harnessing this itty beast is I and Meagen Crawford.

'Pider seeks poetry, prose, short fictions, illustrations, lists, .mp3's, dream scribbles, transcripts of voicemails / the actual voicemails.

In the meantime, we're working on an imagiste-logo to get our thang in action.

And a manifesto.


Send 3-5 pieces to: Piderbits@gmail.com

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Get Your News From HTMLGIANT



HTMLGIANT is a whole lotta magic for hosting articles like this one, by Christopher Higgs, on Judith Butler's Gender Trouble :


One is reminded of Gertrude, dear Gertrude, and the manner in which that language pulls your socks off then smashes your toes.
Tender Buttons subverts, re-reorganizes written language that consciously revitalizes the text and forces an active social re-definition of its function-end. The reader moves from passive vessel to active participant in studying the invalidity of the lame, traditionalist binaries of signifier/signified, denotative/connotative, masculine/feminine, reader/author.



Saturday, April 2, 2011

Evening Will Come, #4



Dan Beachy-Quick has a nice rant on poetry over at Evening Will Come: A Monthly Journal of Poetics that is highly recommended, over coffee, tea, old Marlene Dietrich, neighbor-lawnmowering, cigarette, dog-petting, et al. "What did the poem teach me? How to break it." Julie Carr has a good piece too, giving substance to Birth ( "that other epic," instead of the male poets' War ) in determining poetics.

I enjoy the scarceness of visual stimuli there, an image of the author leans on the title of the work on their main page. No clutter or stray blam-o's to misdirect one anywhere else.
I want to return to the land of images (!)