3.16.2009

i did laundry and found a $100 season in my pocket; it said "high, my name is spring"


It's warm finally. Here's a hope nobody's lying. What I'd like is for all of us to be liars but none of us to lie. Toward that goal: I have five poems appearing this week at No Tell Motel. Three are up already: "Tell Me and I Will Know," "If I Crash My Love Goes With Me," "Let's Invite Permission." That first one is one I feel very tender about. Two more are coming: "All of These Parties Outside the Microwave" and "A Sample of Your New Luck."




All five are from a 50ish page manuscript called WE ARE ALL GOOD IF THEY TRY HARD ENOUGH. My friends in Ashland tried to make me change the title to THE GOOD SHIP BEARD TRIMMER VERSUS U.S.S. BITCHFACE, a change still within the realm of possibility, like Kool-Aid, which is always right there at the store if you want it. Comment on this post if you want me to email you a copy of the MS to read, if you have time for 50 pages of poetry suspicious of feelings, reverent toward breakfast and inside jokes, attempting a value system like however drunk snipers aim at diplomats, and featuring a spirit of clutter that makes room for unicorn blankets, how-not-to manuals, amateur opera singers, sex in the woods, daguerreotypes of rowboats, spacemen, total reality goals, hemlock, intermission music, and the sheriff's election billboard. There are lots of pictures I've saved in my bookmarks that I have thought about for cover art of WAG IT THE, which is an acronym I can't use if I change the title you sweet Ore Goners.

Always I am thankful that my readers (you, that would be you) are more intelligent and attractive than most. Virginia: I'll be there in April. California: June. A state of bliss or at least sustained happiness: sorry, I lost my ticket. But I had a great time at the reading in Amherst. We closed the curtain and scared people. Good work Chris, Claire, Rachel, Bradley, Blake. Thanks everyone who came out and who told me "I didn't think it was possible for me to ever be offended, but I was offended." Also had a lovely time in Providence reading with Clarion Donation and William Blake. Unique city: Star Wars toys in the bathroom, old people Scrabble in the hipster burger bar, apricots in the brownies, Christmas lights in the construction zone. Ada Books: swell. Thank you Claire and Jeff for housing me and thanks to Brian Foley for introducing me via follicle commentary. When is the train up? Who's on and where can I hide?

8 comments:

BLAKE BUTLER said...

i am enjoying your tell at motel
week of mike

claire said...

Mike, those are rad-lovely poems. Have you read Farrah Field's new book RISING? Definitely worth reading, it's terrific, and I think your poems' structure(s) might play near the swingset with her poems' structure(s). Or the sandbox.

The apricot brownies say hi. The Star Wars figurines (creepily) say hi too. How's Amherst?

Mike Young said...

Blake, thank you, sir. I am telling the motel to tell.

Claire, thank you. I liked Farrah Field's poems in the new La Petite Zine and I hadn't heard of her before then. I will check out her book. Amherst is nice: the weather's getting better and we're on Spring Break.

Mo said...

i am also digging with your hip poems at no tell.

i'm still for THE GOOD SHIP BEARD TRIMMER VERSUS U.S.S. BITCHFACE.

Mike Young said...

thank you, mo

perhaps your edition can have a special title (in your pants?)

claire said...

awesome--glad to hear the weather is warming up! it's raining here today. I'd love to read the mss by the way--send send send!

Mike Young said...

why is it mss and not ms? i feel self-conscious using ms now

i am sending your way a way!

sasha fletcher said...

i have time. you have my email.