Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Tram Combs (the most underrated poet of the "beat" era)
ars poetica about ultimates
when you first rub up against God’s own skin
He turns out to be rougher than christ’s men most expect,
like a wood-rat, -rasp or ravenous
connoisseur with tender grapes a rough trade!
yet this seduction and adoration
of him we must get done, dangerous
though it go; poetry’s ways’re
strewn with the early-de railed, ridden, filed who
heard its sirens; and rose to go
singing, but couldn’t make it, hammered
and strove but with beats unsuccessful
to get on to come on with the real jazz
and sea for one’s
self, to reach follow , fellow ,
father ship with Him!
He turns out to be rougher than christ’s men most expect,
like a wood-rat, -rasp or ravenous
connoisseur with tender grapes a rough trade!
yet this seduction and adoration
of him we must get done, dangerous
though it go; poetry’s ways’re
strewn with the early-de railed, ridden, filed who
heard its sirens; and rose to go
singing, but couldn’t make it, hammered
and strove but with beats unsuccessful
to get on to come on with the real jazz
and sea for one’s
self, to reach follow , fellow ,
father ship with Him!
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Black Robert Journal Interview
In Romanian!
(click on image to enlarge)
Translated by Carmen Racovitza
English version here: Black Robert Journal
(click on image to enlarge)
Translated by Carmen Racovitza
English version here: Black Robert Journal
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Five Months After Departure...
... Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in--Leonard Cohen
Friday, April 10, 2009
The Ghost Sonata
Mon coeur reste toujours le meme...
losing sight of the bird as a bird
& not the bone-piercing sirens of my longing
bereaved,
thus expires then pines
for the spring in which it nurtured
with harrowed propagation
O' dystopic night--a bird of ill flight
from scattered light seismic where beat of blaring strobes
are otherwise fingers elongated
thin, thinner than rind-thin
thinner than the translation of skin
carve of demons
in ash
& not the bone-piercing sirens of my longing
bereaved,
thus expires then pines
for the spring in which it nurtured
with harrowed propagation
O' dystopic night--a bird of ill flight
from scattered light seismic where beat of blaring strobes
are otherwise fingers elongated
thin, thinner than rind-thin
thinner than the translation of skin
carve of demons
in ash
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Forthcoming Publications
I find myself pecking away at Selby's List, and not really finding much to submit to that I haven't already submitted to before. There are a number of vispo/experimental mags, but the number is quite low. So what does one do when the pickings are slim? What can one do? Start a book, probably. I'm still in the process. It's an arduous process, to say the least. I am currently working on a small chapbook of theme-based poetry, and it is proving to be quite the project. I may be over-thinking it, or not thinking enough. I find myself stuck on the purpose of writing this work, stuck on making it "perfect" and intentional...maybe I should just say fuck it and do whatever. Eventually it will come out the way it is meant to be.
Aside from all of that drama, here are a couple magazines I will be in soon.
Siren (artwork)
Big Bridge (poetry)
Drunken Boat (artwork)
Pinstripe Fedora (poetry)
Indefinite Space (poetry)
2009 is turning into one exciting year. I look forward to the future.
Aside from all of that drama, here are a couple magazines I will be in soon.
Siren (artwork)
Big Bridge (poetry)
Drunken Boat (artwork)
Pinstripe Fedora (poetry)
Indefinite Space (poetry)
2009 is turning into one exciting year. I look forward to the future.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
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