7.28.2010

reading tonight in brooklyn @ 6:30 PM @ powerHouse arena

Hey, if you're in Brooklyn getting pizza, like the dude next to me on the bus is going to do when he gets to Brooklyn, you should consider stopping by Powerhouse Books (37 Main street, Brooklyn NY, take the A/C/E to the Brooklyn Bridge stop) to see the LIT launch party at 6:30pm. Details at LIT's blog. I will be reading a few poems and there will also be readings from Eduardo Jiménez Mayo (on behalf of Rafael Pérez Gay), Traci O Connor, and Nate Pritts. W00t.

7.24.2010

Late capitalism tastes like your fingers after Doritos

My apologies if you already saw this elsewhere, but I am stoked to announce that pre-orders are now open for my book of stories, Look! Look! Feathers, which is coming out in December from Word Riot Press. The pre-order price is a few dollars cheaper than the list price will be, so it's a bargain. The stories will appeal to people who like 57% or more of the stuff on this list: magic cysts, peaches, gameshows, electrolytes, necklaces made of bluebird bones, broken armchairs, two-father families, mosquito fog, murals, drivethrough redwoods, and cardboard banditos. Stories from this collection have or will appear in American Short Fiction, Washington Square Review, Hobart, Keyhole, The Collagist and elsewhere. Thanks to Bryan Coffelt for working with me on the cover design and for designing the interior of the book, and to Jackie Corley of Word Riot for all her tireless publishing know-how.

So this means I have a book of poems out in September and a book of stories out in December, which is crazy, and which makes me feel very lucky and grateful to everyone kind in my life. I really would like to blog in a way that isn't just links to other things, but my life is not that interesting besides what happens where the links go. For instance, all I've done of note today is eat grapefruit. Last night I dreamed I was in the castle level of a video game. Someone is wearing boots inappropriate for the weather.

7.19.2010

these are the days of lasers in the jungle

I wrote about clutter and ear wax for HTMLGIANT. A quarter of my way through life, I have resolved to tackle the important issues.

7.15.2010

"hello little one i no longer glue / the starfish together with direct & / understandable sadness"

The other day I hallucinated that my apartment had central air. I called my landlord and he straightened me out. I've been cataloging answers to the questions "WHAT IS THE STRONGEST THING YOU HAVE EVER FELT? WHAT IS THE STRANGEST THING YOU HAVE EVER FELT?" by making answers up and making people up to have these answers. If you would like to participate, comment with your answers and I will alter them deviously and appreciatively.

The title of this post comes from a poem by M.A. Vizsolyi in the new Sixth Finch. I also have two poems in the new Sixth Finch. Sixth Finch is one of my favorite online poetry magazines for a few reasons. The first are cosmetic: there is a menu of pieces, but there is also a secret order you can enter by clicking the arrows above any individual piece. This means Sixth Finch aids in the feeling that there is a secret order underpinning everything in the universe, which is a comforting and ridiculous story we tell ourselves, similar to eating ice cream for breakfast. I also like how there are no bios in Sixth Finch, only poems and art. The fact that Sixth Finch has such terrific visual art "alongside" the poems is another reason I like it.

But these reasons, friends, as mentioned, up there, already, you saw it, don't pretend, are cosmetic. The big reason I like Sixth Finch is that I like almost all the poems in every issue. That is rare! Rob MacDonald is doing something right, and by "right" I mean what people always mean when they mean right, which is "I like it." In this issue are really good poems and art from Adam Davis, Andrew Myers, Anthony Zinonos, Ben Mirov, Beth Heppenstall, Chloe Early, Daniel McFarlane, Daniela Olszewska, Harris Johnson, Hollis Brown Thornton, Jacob Whibley, Jennifer Moxley, Jessica Fjeld, Jordan Davis, Leslie Murray, Mark Todd, Martin Rock, Mary Carmack, Mary Mattingly, Masin Persina, Meredith Dittmar, Michael Homolka, M.A. Vizsolyi and Trey Moody.

The two poems I have in this issue are some weird poem about what you should do when you've done things and a very long poem about Massachusetts slash New England, which was fun to write. If you would like me to write probably too long of a poem about your state, please comment with one or three interesting things about your state, and I will do my best.

7.05.2010

if a book falls in the forest is that a family reunion

At the Vouched Books blog, Chris Newgent has written a review (the second official review, after his cat Brisby's) of We Are All Good If They Try Hard Enough. Thanks, Chris.

7.04.2010

i want kevin costner to make a machine for my funeral too

I wrote a poem after looking at this list of the "top" seven worst man made disasters, and then I sent that poem to Amy King when she put out a call for work to post on the Poets For Living Waters initiative. You can read the poem here. This poem is most likely to appeal if you are secretly impressed by epic man made disasters and counteractively ashamed of your feeling impressed. Please do check out the Poets For Living Waters project: "The first law of ecology states that everything is connected to everything else."

In other Gulf Epic Phail news, Carolyn Zaikowski organized a public mourning walk in Northampton, MA yesterday. We put together this video of the event, which is annotated by a statement Carolyn wrote. The statement is very lyrical and thoughtful: unmired by temporary political myopia or static visionary illusions, and instead concerned with acknowledging timeless facts of people living among other people, on a world, and trying to know—in public and private ways—how to allow ourselves to feel and reckon with tragedies we inflict on that world.

7.02.2010

chris newgent's cat brisby has the first review of WE ARE ALL ETC.


Also check out Chris's new venture, the very cool Vouched Books, a project where Chris sets up book tables at concerts/flea markets/etc, and these tables are full of independently published books he can vouch for, thus spreading indie lit in an organic and communal way. Very sweet.