"...That catty polestar rode..." - "Non-sense" Gazette

Didn't make the Poetry Sucks reading this past Saturday at Dino's, The Hunger Games was too strong a draw for the masses. Whatever.


I am overwhelmed by the 'unconscious' of 'random': "...Across From frighteningly became after..." ; "...Some wondrous suspension bridge stumble whereas..."

Also postwar British painting: ( here by of Lucian Freud )

Some I / may want to kill / to mothy pulp,/ mouth what it tore last

Okay okay carnivores:

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I scour Nashville, apparently, without a single copy of the newest Denver Quarterly. In it, Danielle Pafunda's arresting review of Johannes Goransson's "Entrance to a colonial pageant in which we all begin to intricate." Thanks, at least to Montevidayo. Excerpted from the excerpt:

“In this pageant, men have so much gender it hurts. Women murder. Do we get it? We get it! Or, there are no discreet men and discreet women. Male, female, and intersex contestants perform hysterically, refuting the gender binary as their cultural relationships to biological sex unravel. Gender is now just the decaying excess of culture revealed on the body.”

Thanks to Deerhoof.

Thanks to Coldfront.

Thanks to the digitization of the non-digital With + Stand.

And Shane McCrae: "What country gives ... and does not take the body ... Her body crowded and what step is part / Forward or backward of the motion of / The train ..." Plus his "In No Place."

Sung the rust once years

Leaper's day.

Got the next Dino's reading info: 3/24.

Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti.

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Ginger Ale by green bottle.

Coriolanus.

Jean-Michelle B.

"In what furnace is thy brain?" - wb

Grand article by Nick Ripatrazone, on how Lit Mags compensate their contributors, and do not.

Free Salt Better Than Regular Salt: Salt Hill #28

And, and, and: take your gander everywhere you go, but first take it to Salt Hill's 28th issue. Specifically: Jason Schwartz's radiant work ( genre'd as "stories" ). I don't choose to read much paragraph, but I enamor these. The braiding of objects into characters, terms imploded out from their microcosms, the shifting relevances, the use of sequence, listing to prop metonymy, create metaphor, pace a setting. Read and read again.

Art: Andrew Jilka

Readings, Zukofsky, Notes on Music Tundra

Vanderbilt's Front Porch reading series gave a phlegmy gasp, then stared at it on the concrete for an hour, seeing sunflowers, Hearts, opposite-gender longing, dreamy dream-dreaming ( 1970's L.A. vegan-gore ).

East Nashville's Dino's Poetry Sucks reading series did its third thang, memories of which have already been usurped by hopes for the next occurrence ( among those coming to music city is "Scary, No Scary" author Zachary Schomburg ). Really.

// Musical interlude //

Evelyn Reilly's new Verse poem does good, but "Styrofoam" creates different spaces, more unrelated pillars are held/holding; in the ecopoetic ( cringe ) genre, a best because of leaking thresholds, converging awarenesses, the indistinct stations of elements co-among.

Thanks Library:

"... the chances of monopoly have been so carefully

seized that only on the other side of

one's bathroom nothing is foreign. Unless

charting the antarctic has something to do

with figures the heads of which are

just smudges away from the axis of abscissas

or one is merely exploring from a shower ..." sayeth Zukofsky

And...

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Dear Trud, (2012)

Dear( est ) Trud,

The new( est ) year has come to us, it's still on the porch and settles / also is Horseless Review (!, # 10). See Lily Ladewig ( "...Workmen apply the bright copper
gutter...."; "I’m not listening to you. I’m wearing my listening face. The sky is vague but I am discrete." ), Carrie Bennett's grand fluent duncanesque form, et. al. Really do.

For those of you in the Nashville, I haven't the energy to comment on the Front Porch reading that took place this last holiday week. In fact, been dreading making dread with that instance of 'poetry'... best to not, wait for next one.