Sunday, October 27, 2013

Recent Musics + 2 Nashpo Readings

First. Pile, Of Montreal, Wild Beasts.

Prom Song by Pile on Grooveshark

Colossus by of Montreal on Grooveshark

Please, Sir by Wild Beasts on Grooveshark


O, the Beef played Dino's again bassless though, an almost status on the EP as of now.


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And the poetry readings of late, Lynn Emanuel. The meta bursting all like woodmines. A question was asked about the prolonged and frequent presence of the writer in the writing, to which she replied "it's an ethical decision," to be judged alongside the poem, as inside of it. It's a good response to a practice of census that is not often pleasant. Names dropped - Frankie O, Gertrude, Ted B. "Chain," "ball," "page," "poet," "hovering," "now." "My Life" starts her newest book, Noose and Hook ( which thrusts the jowly ferocity of an open bear mouth out of the cover). One reviewer says that the book has "an advanced career quality." I don't think my opinions are relevant in the face of that.

Lyrical Brew had another month's worth of reading. Chance Chambers was the one that read well enough, "advanced career quality" material, though the advancement was in a certainty of where parts are, how they behave with other parts, how speed or the index of a situation is necessary or blurred, a physiological imperative with psychological tentacles ( all things the fictions hold for a helm ). Plus his effbook image is 308's five buck drink menu, plus he uses emoticons.

Monday, October 14, 2013

Southern's Festival of Books

Strewn of days immersed in the poetries that are to be had here at the Southern Festival of Books, its 25th.

Rooms - What a rampart are these police that are not able to be seen. Government shutdown. Judgement rooms, court volume. People fill them making volume, getting into it. Most of the readings were regarding The Southern Poetry Anthology, volume VI of a state by state shakeup of known, teaching voices. A regional satellite, the beginnings of the shapes in any place are the range, pool, weight, is the limit in their being seen.


Animals - Two stories with large cats a day apart. "What I was would not work for them all..." is how James Dickey's "Encounter In the Cage Country" starts. His son, Christopher ( though the son of a writer maybe develops a terrible coat from the almost necessary mention of the exact person previous to him ), read his father's poetry, that intimate filial curious sheet between time, and do them amazingly. If to draw from the events a priority thing, this one.

Jeff Hardin makes a Mitch Hedberg joke. He grew on me, made me want to vote, think about the specific things under my control that I can improve.


Effects - Deborah Bernhardt read to still crowds, spearing, avenued, content in burst ( her hemistitches pulse the creature content, stretch of that which volume is close to ), tonality with indeterminate range, "...direction of our faces..." / she read from Echolalia and from Driftology.

Jan LaPerle reads, and her fear, stated and kept, propels her work, trajectory like testimony, testimony, the good poetries have something testimonial. And, I think, she has four hearts or one four times the size or forty or inside her poems. More in than what they surround.

Tyler Mills read, more challenge is with her work, delightful, and graceful, serene, too, though like a Ken Burns movie. Lyn Hejinianan. Somewhere in her reading I obsess the word 'random: randomly randoming randomed, randoms...'


I text a friend: 'make yr poem the awe pod'. 'Kiss-poems.' 'How'd you hurt your arm?'

Got an earbud caught in a bench, a man has a metal tool, he spreads the wood to free it. I was thinking about the entrance of the earbud and less its exit at the moment, but now I think of the last part. I think he was a poet, Keith Flynn. I wanted to think about Rimbaud and Verlaine, wrists.

All the King's Men by Wild Beasts on Grooveshark