6.22.2008

how do you pronounce noo journal

from QF's email:


Monday Night Book-B-Que at the Booksmith

Please join Quick Fiction and NOÖ Journal on Monday, June 23rd at Brookline Booksmith. We'll be grilling out back and enjoying some excellent readers and live music.


Monday, June 23rd
Brookline Booksmith
Brookline, Mass.
Food: 6:30 PM
Event: 7:00 PM


Myfanwy Collins has work published or forthcoming in Quick Fiction, The Kenyon Review, Cream City Review, Agni, Swivel, The Jabberwock Review, Saranac Review, Monkeybicycle, Mississippi Review, SmokeLong Quarterly, and other venues. Please visit her at www.myfanwycollins.com.

Patrick Duggan is originally from New Hampshire, and received a BFA in photography and literature from Emerson College in Boston, and an MFA in writing from California College of the Arts in San Francisco. He is editor and cofounder, along with Elliot Harmon and Marcus Merritt, of Idiolexicon, and his poems and articles have appeared in numerous journals, including Beeswax, Floating Holiday, Hazmat Review, Mirage, Monday Night Lit, NOÖ Journal, Parthenon West Review, Traffic, and 26 Magazine.

Gabe Durham lives in Northampton, Massachusetts. His writings have appeared at Daytrotter.com, Word Riot, Crate, and Expressionists. He gives away free words and music at www.gatherroundchildren.com.

Plus music from Yes, But Slowly.

6.18.2008

mission accomplishmented



GOOD WORK & THANK YOU FOR YOUR BRAVERY

P.S. There are still chapbooks available because "the war's not over"

6.16.2008

sarcastic antifolk sunglasses choadface lightning storm calivin coolidge relax mom i'm not "that" "depressed"



Midnight! (I'm Not Famous Yet) - The Cinnamon Urns

I met the Kool-Aid man in the train depot
He had a cheap tattoo and a two week growth
There are batteries on the bathroom floor
Pentagram on your girlfriend's door

chorus
Midnight! And I'm not famous yet
All I am's accruing debt
Midnight! And I'm not famous yet
Put a chainsaw through my chest
La la la la through my chest

I met Richard Brautigan at the game
Had a shotgun popsicle in his brain
There are bricks through the windows of the moral men
When I smile I look sad and French

chorus

I met Calvin Coolidge on his namesake bridge
He had a sawed off lightbulb and a blue syringe
There's a wrestling team on its way back home
There are forty pills in a girl I know

chorus

I didn't ask if you were sorry
When you screamed I'm coming it didn't save me
I feel about the same
You feel about the same
Oh we feel just about the same

Midnight! And we're not famous yet
All we are's accruing debt
Midnight! And we're not famous yet
Put a chainsaw through my chest
La la la la through my chest

6.15.2008

i heard there was a secret chord


HAPPY FATHER'S DAY DAD

SONG CLICK FOR SONGS SONGS:

Ki oh

Boss man

How to shoot

mission mission calling mission control

THANK YOU FOR HELPING MIKE SEE THE BEST POP BAND ALIVE + THE BEST ANTIFOLK COMIC BOOK ARTIST



5 people bought my chapbook (link to the right), so I will be able to see Herman Dune and Jeffrey Lewis in Northampton, MA on June 24th and still have enough money to pay my rent and eat cats.

Thank you Ben, Jack, Carrie, Bryan, and Michael.

you can want if you dance to


I have new publications to announce. Pretend we are a baseball stadium. Announcer.

A long story in the Fall 2008 Phoebe.

A creepy story online at Pindeldyboz.

Thank you I love you goodbye.

6.14.2008

good new things

Yes:

He Tells Us Sometimes to Wander by Jess Rowan -- on Pequin

Love Your Friends and Not Your Lovers by Kendra Grant Malone (rated R) -- on Bore Parade

From now on, when people ask me how I'm doing, I'm going to exclusively quote from my own poetry, churlishly as I can. Right now, for example, I feel like the end of my poem BLUES SONG FOR ANTACIDS, which is available in my chapbook available in the sidebar to your right:

"I TURN MY ENTIRE LIFE OVER TO BARR,
THE BAND. PLEASE CONTINUE WHAT YOU
STOPPED A LONG TIME AGO FOR NO GOOD
REASON AND TRY IN THE FASHION CALLED
HARDER. DON'T ASK ME WHY THEY CALL
YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PARTY WITH
WEIRD REQUESTS LIKE: "PLEASE COME TO
MASSACHUSETTS, CRAWL IN MY CHEST,
GIVE ME A FREE BREATHING LESSON."

6.08.2008

she even looks pretty when it's hot

The reading was exciting. The rumbles began an hour or two before, when hipster pirates stole all my chapbooks, drove into a deep-sea lair, and committed sex accidents all over the books, ruining them for professional consumption.

Okay. I carried them in a bag and put a water bottle in the bag and then the water bottle broke.

So all my chapbooks became waterlogged. I tried to sell them for $4, but most people were like "These are wet! I don't understand." Sam Starkweather did buy a copy. Thank you, Sam.

Really, I should have just given them away. Duh.

I got too obsessed with the idea of buying mocha french toast via poetry.

The reading, though, was very good. Elisa Gabbert was the only one who managed to read outside all the way. Good job, Elisa. Amy King's last poem was cracked by a sudden thunderstorm, which caused the audience to cram down the stairs into the loft space and cause a giant fire hazard. Then Amy yelled at everyone and finished reading. Later, Amy King touched my butt and said "easy access." Amy King is/was the Poet Laureate of the blogosphere.

Leigh Stein read very well and people applauded after a few of her poems.

Tao Lin read the whale poem. Everybody laughed, especially when a page was turned, and Tao laughed too at one point. When done he said "They're on sale for $3."

I read five things from my soggy chapbook. People applauded after the anti-hipster poem "Me and My Friends Have Sarcastic Beards." They also laughed a lot and seemed to enjoy themselves.

After, we ate some marshmallows, listened to a band, kvetched, etc.

Thank you Leigh for hosting this reading. It was the most surprising reading I've ever been to or in. Good work.

My soggy chapbooks are now available to my sexy blog readers. There's a PayPal link on the sidebar. It's just a little wrinkled. None of the ink was smeared. Everything is still immaculately readable. I will stop whining about money. If you want to just send me $0.01 I will send you a chapbook. If you want me to turn into a cat, I will live in Kendra Grant Malone's windowsill next to her new fan.

6.05.2008

the egyptians invented marshmallows and the boys still love them



I am reposting the info for this reading. I will be selling 32 copies of a $5 chapbook called PETER PAN MOCHA FRENCH TOAST. The title explains where the money goes. Come if you want one.



From Leigh Stein:

Saturday, June 7, 2008 @ 9:00pm
Harrison Space
14 Harrison Pl
Brooklyn , NY


Join us for a poetry reading in the backyard at Harrison Space as part of the Bushwick Arts Festival. There will be fire and there will be marshmallows. Poets will be encouraged to read with flashlights. Drinks provided. Bring your own friends.

Tao Lin is the author of the poetry-collection, COGNITIVE-BEHAVIORAL THERAPY (Melville House, 2008), and a few other books.

Amy King is the author of I’m the Man Who Loves You and Antidotes for an Alibi, both from BlazeVOX Books, The People Instruments (Pavement Saw Press), and most recently, Kiss Me With the Mouth of Your Country (Dusie Press).

Elisa Gabbert, a poet living in Boston, is the author of Thanks for Sending the Engine (Kitchen Press, 2007) and, with Kathleen Rooney, That Tiny Insane Voluptuousness (Otoliths Books, 2008).

Mike Young
co-edits NOÖ Journal, and his poetry chapbook MC Oroville's Answering Machine is forthcoming from Transmission Press.

Leigh Stein is the author of many chapbooks, including How to Mend a Broken Heart with Vengeance (Dancing Girl Press '08). She was recently nominated for Best New Poets.

Directions: take L train to Morgan stop. Exit station at Bogart. Walk down street immediately ahead. Look for golden bomb shelter doors in the ground about 1/2 block up on your right.

Come early & look at art. Stay late & listen to music.

http://artsinbushwick.org

Saturday, June 7, 2008 @ 9:00pm
Harrison Space
14 Harrison Pl
Brooklyn , NY