Monday, September 26, 2011

"Here the gap is / by large machines / that / end..." / Poem with interrupture

interrupture has told they'll push a poem of mine, "Breaking of a Sleeve," in their next issue. interrupture #3 has a date with October sometime. I along Charmi Keranen, Brooklyn Copeland, the duo Adam Tavel & Jon Cone. Give them a shot, I enjoy, as a pawn, their crook-smooth visual dimension. Give them a shot.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Scythe VI & 'Pider in the Fall

The new(est) Scythe, number 6, is bursted forth from a black background into a blue text. Also loitering there are Kiik A.K., and Benjamin Winkler.

At, so, in. Fall. Coffees. Cutting up old National Geographics. Going at a Super Muffin. Charles Mingus' Haitian Fight Song. Wondering which poet's stamp best aligns with whomever I send mail to ( If I wish you well, Stevens. If not, Plath. ).

Also, you breathless pucks, 'Pider steams ahead gathering submissions of *striking poetry, art, prose, even music. Send that R.I.P. Patrick Swayze schtuff to

Monday, September 19, 2011

"off sigh,/ of fingertips, off collisions biting/ my hand..." / Two for Psychic Meatloaf & Billy Collins reading

Made the Billy Collins reading over at Vanderbilt on Friday. Meagen and I navigated that pulsing campus and joined many clapping people, young people, sensitive people, grey people. Plus, floor sitters. How does a poet fill a hall reading when poetry has so obviously slipped out of the realm of validity from the arts (?) Long representative of an accessible ( "I write for readers" ), amusing ( in one poem, he makes a dog speak: "the jingle of my tags drove me mad" ), meandering ( several poems begin or contain, "For no particular reason..." ), narrative ( The end of a narrative arc is what one expects to find at the end of his poem ) poetry, Billy is the most commercially successful poet I can think of ( therefore, he is poetry to most ameripeoples ). It's quite the trick, folding an inherently unmarketable little language into paychecks, commodifying it.

If you've recently had a frontal lobotomy, poetry doesn't yield in the way airport novels do**. As such, Billy's work shares more with moderate fiction or pop prose than with poetry. The New Critical distinction de-likened The Poem from a thrashing fish in your skiff ( that you must deal with ) to The Poem as fishy on a white plate ( that you consume effortlessly ). That last type has much appeal to the american. Yowzah, folks that have poetry in this manner seem unpoetic. I become less swagfull.

But, the new Fact-Simile ( #7 ) is up and out, and it's the last bi-annual issue they'll be doing. It's a once a year thang now. Put on that old Ratatat, check out this work, hit your universal refresher switch.

Also, George McKim is placing a couple poems in his next issue of Psychic Meatloaf. Elsa, my destroyed field / is still a place for you and Returned as From Balconies are soon to writhe issue # 4, out in late October.

**Recommended: What it be like.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Nine Eleven Eyes

The editors over at Fact-Simile are, for the next one week only, making The O Mission Repo available to *read online for free. That's Travis Macdonald's lensing of the multi-authored account of the day, a decade ago. Or, **read the actual 9/11 Commission Report. Make it a part of your mid-day tea and toast.

*Do the former whilst listening to Alhaji K. Frimpong's Kyenkyen Bi Adi Mawu

**Do the latter whilst listening to Junior Kimbrough's All Night Long