Excellence vs. Perfection _____________________________ Perfection is being right. Excellence is being willing to be wrong. _____________________________ Perfection is fear. Excellence is taking a risk _____________________________ Perfection is anger and frustration. Excellence is powerful _____________________________ Perfection is control Excellence is spontaneous _____________________________ Perfection is judgement Excellence is accepting _____________________________ Perfection is taking Excellence is giving _____________________________…

25th Feb 2010 in my family bonesare many mansionsa reek of vowsmy mind is a would be keeperset adrift in a wonky boatI see this Edenic dark thisclose chill on the horizonin fact in facto i’m gorged out on white cheese and constantlylooking for the molten godof freedomfemdom referendumdo you have your Duende pack?I have…

Made a new friend from Egypt in Ankara last night. Some good photography and blogging on the political situation(s) in Ankara. Check it: Photography Boraie’s Blog

my turkish towelsmells likepopcorn I have a positive thinking rash in my familybonesthere are many mansions (these are today’s fragments)

23rd Feb 2010 a trade route of broken icons clipped sunlight with swollen lymph nodes did you have a good time? the blood the weight the rubbled what did I carry?Who carries?Who cares? needleson the spin she said I’m nothermometer I’m nosnag in the ventilator she said these orbitsneed a new orbit she said you’ll…

13 Feb 2010 I doffI doffeveryday I haven’t hadenoughof yousee what you wanna seenine times outta teni wanna a better place to fall

9 Feb 2010 lovin what might kick the buckets slaves for these spaceships cream on your moneyi came to shake the frames

8 Feb 2010 my head is a melonit’s alrightinvisible rivershidden mosquitoeslightning sourcetake me awaywhat a glorious day

11 Feb 2010 lightning lightningthe heavy word is frightening I am talking to you dirty sweet you’re my girldirty sweet you’re my girldirty sweet you’re my girl get it on

12 Feb 2010 Let it ramblelet it ramblefree wineat the painted boats cartoonbeat with custumeclothes borgeoiusblues would makethat sound ahhh uhhhhhchoose your mirroryou got what you asked forthere is a crack in the tabledrunken Starbucks at Bilkent Centreyou can be honestour western stain won’t wash awayambient bubbles ambient bubblesI certifiedpast hells and heavensthis is the…

My grandfather died this morning. When I was young boy his job was picking up milk from the farms around Northern Ireland. he took me with him. I decided I was going to be a farmer. I started collecting Farmers Weekly. He used to bring me out to his garden where he kept all his…

cultural relativism does not apply: girl buried alive in Turkey

7 Feb 2010 I’m not a rugged individualistI’m not a tarnished love matI’m not a tender refugeeI’m not a celibate cuddlerI’m not a Utopian experimentI’m not a monarch with a whiff of pacificismI walk these lands these lands I readto my love who does notexist I read to simplify my fallaciesI came to kiss and…

6 Feb 2010 i’m lookin for a new California California state of mind mind my gaps my roguemy rogue is not a pretty facenot a pretty face in CaliforniaCalifornia is not a placenot a place like TurkeyTurkey is a wail a wail on the streets streets full of strangersstrangers full of smilessmiles and miles to…

new issue of Streetcake. Some good stuff. Goldfish and staring into empty windows and so on . . . check it: Streetcake

3rd Feb 2010 someonespoke to me in the malignancyof an old reposein the oh godanother puddingof the mindanother bombin the new uni-versity of this gloablizedworld i turned in bedto repel the boredghosts the licked intonationsno cold wish this is the realityof the smokefrom a blown outcandle the questionfar out without the keywith the shadowof an…

Next Friday, 21:15 on Radio 3Turkish Literature – Orhan PamukIan McMillan presents a special edition focusing on Turkish literature. With Orhan Pamuk. The Verb

The new issue of Drunken Boat, the wonderful journal of art and poetics, just went online, and features three of Brian Howe’s sound pieces, which in turn feature the voices of three Lucipo members: Ken Rumble, Tim Van Dyke, and Marcus Slease: Drunken Boat

27th Jan 2010 this is a manner of slippingoysters into my pocketsthis whole wide worldmy fellas will not leave me alone significance is cheap butter on someone else’s toast buttocks my goddess I’ve beenstabbed by the Baltic fleetand live with the Ottomantrading company 30th Jan 2010 Lojmanlar H/7 this is recreationfeet nakedcutter cutterin the thrash…

short quick video from taxi on the way to hospital for three set of rabies shots :-)

some of my poems from Spanish Fork and Ankara in the new OCHO. OCHO #29 is now available online: OCHO 29 Also in print directly from CreateSpace: OCHO 29 print edition Ocho #29By John Korn, David Krump, William Keckler, Wille Perdomo, Ron Androla, Michelle McEwen, Marie-Elizabeth Mali, William Stobb, Melissa McEwen, Grace Cavalieri, Sam Rasnake,…

A JOURNAL OF POEMFILMS RABBIT LIGHT MOVIES

Mighty fine poetry: Jeff Hilson’s The Assarts

One of very very very favourite lit journals of all time!!! New issue is out: Onedit

18 Jan 2010 i’ve got bonedog skin

Jim Andrew’s Digital poetics

Elephant & Obelisk 5

i was attacked by a wild pack of dogs today . . . on campus . . . 10 of them . . . visited a few hospitals to find rabies shot . . . only one public hospital had it . . first set today . . . jeans all ripped up . .…

18 Jan 2010 a wild packof family dogscame runningthrough the treesat me a pack, a pack a hun-gry packdoth froth and howl tonight i’ve taken off i’ve takenoff my trousers oh!

17 Jan 2010 I’ve been clownedby the transcendental trickstermy hand isreachingforwardto touchhis featheredwing i closemy bedsidetablemyminiature satellitemy nomadicblanket the happinessgame is a fore-play fondlinga chirping frogsnapped in the mythiclips aflamein revolvingcredit a mutualmood ringchumpchumpstoopedin too muchtendernessthis is nota free tradezone

15 Jan 2010 in the valley of the fairy chimneysin Goreme I have yet to seeI’m tunneling out of the old bogsinto an arid sky hollowed out by ancient peoplea tree of evil eyes

14 Jan 2010 what is raki withoutrhyme what is the Ouzoeffect what is lion’smilk what arebluejays withoutHermes and tele-phones and and bulls and bluebrains and fools andbelated classics nibblingat the gutted backslapof plasticity of outter space the peopleare still movingunassailed and theyare free in their pussiesand crocks free to lovein this red clay of Ankara

Lunch yesterday: Ayran sour yogurt with Kansik Pide and Ali Nazik Kebap breakfast today: karamel & cevizli Helva, Turkish coffee, sour yogurt, white cheese, fresh baked bread . . . . . . .

First issue of new international poetry magazine Cleaves is now available to view online. Exciting project. I edited the DENMARK and POLAND section. check it: CLEAVES

12 Jan 2010 Cybele Cybelecentre of the Anatolian pantheon ritually castrated a hidden noise is woven into this Turkish rain drumming dancing and drinkingupon the long sleeves of a priest the Turks did give the Dutch their tulips veni vidi vici 13 Jan 2009 the lunar bullis damp with sweat and I am amid the…

Elephant & Obelisk 2

Lungful magazine

It is 03.28 on the second day and my fridge is full of Pınar Doğal Yoğurt. There is a haze of lights outside my window. We were at REAL shopping centre. Prayers crowned the air. I was a translated clam. This is where the world’s nuts are made. I’m waiting for the ruins of a…

If you didn’t know already . . . check it: Poets and Artists magazine

Istanbul Literary Review

Chicago to Istanbul (8 Jan 2010) You write if as if something is happening to you. I am happening. This is a happening. Happy haze grazes these sentences. Do not trust goodwill. History decays. What is an exception? The cold duck wades into the pond. I don’t want to get out but get in. How…

My Bilkent University faculty flat . . . . . swanky!!!!

) the gospel shakes toughest place meanest dang caper imagination mothers i must admit thisspit was hot we must gather round gatherround the fireside please please we needmore rattlesnakes more chickensnakes morebellies for the beasts my brethren run in broad shoes, my breathinhales nostalgia and exhales foamy whisperspassion’s armada no. this is not yr mother’s…

The internet is shit

Partying with my college students in Poland :-)

ohpioneersthe curtainsare paintedwith min-ature spudsbusy beesbusy beesa hive near footprintsfrom a husbandchasinghis wivesCowboysversusIndiansnephitesversuslamanitesin the bookof Abrahamkolob is neargod’sthronenear thesun thisis the placesaidBrighamYoung

this vulgar tissueis sappedsappeditchyand dumbi’ve acquiredthe mundanein this snowyweather

put the cele-brator on your yang and we’ll click the i-phonethis is areckon-ingam scantscin·til·lat·edmy valuablefriend allthingsexpirethe piper is down

we are a lovelyfinish we are80 percentaficionados this is notcurry in a hurrythis is not40 hitswith DJ Scotty Byou are ahot lickof berrya tigerwith a tonguecherry noteswithout a hint of oakoh

30th Dec 2009 a cowboy dazzled me with his belt buckle as I blew his snowin the television glowi’vesquanderednothingand get on downwith the yearsyou arevery largevery largeand full of airI’m most sanewhen charged& full of pops and bleepswith a steadybackbeatget on with ittoss my topthese jailersplay the priceplay the fetishin the suburbswe’re gettingdicey

Taxi to Victoria Station (Dec 20th 2009) I missher picture beware of your broken bits I know thisface my fingers losttouch with turtlesin the half moon——————————–Chicago to SLC (Dec 20th 2009) there was a general holding in the fenced off cloud I watched a mindlessmovie this is not a painting my lovers were blowninto molten…

Uinta national forest

lotsa mountains and snow out here :-)

You’re Doing Really Well

dublin airport . . . 1 euro for 8 min on internet . . . about 17 more hours of traveling . . . . fresh dublin airport guinness . . .. chicago next . . . then salt lake city . . . . wonder how America will feel . . . . I…

Michael Zand’s new project: LEXICO

There is Time my m- id- l- ife t- urn- ing yr kn- ee c- aps br- ought me up a k- iss f- or yr c- aged r- ibs, a k- iss

Homophonics my frugal heart is on urkneecaps I’m ur sweet hussy with twitching brows & fingerbones ur throat captainAHOY! this yeast infectionirrigates ur thighs beguiling uwith loose eyes ——————————————–Are you still in Poland . . . is Poland still . . . completely naked . . . my body is . . . . coffee…

Gdansk Airport Polish news at Gdansk airport & business men gathered round to count and count and count and I exchange ZL for £ and stuff it all into an envelope my life is down to 15 kilos plus a laptop . . . . I am off to London . . . then SLC…

our pores have opened too soon the spamof an openblousewe sitin Neroafter the meatfeast skimmedbreasts in a soy cupyou taste like Christmaslines are x-ingsthis is not a singingpostcard the peasantshave soldoutbeep! beep! beep!there is fur on yr toiletseat! My heart is shuffled itis intelligent itis a lotlike mepoetry is cheap I hunger & hungerand at…

. . . borders and margins . . . danish and hebrew and arabic and english . . . intelligence never tasted so fine . . . gatherer of detritus . . . nebulae of syllables and sounds . . . . . . still feeling those skirted glottal stops . . . those shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh’s…

tireless prankster . . .. the twin zodiac of the moustache king of all kings harry godwin . . . partner in crimes and minor misdeamings . . . . Linus Slug ahhhhh great to be in London among these folks!!!

fantastic presence . . . . and . . .. and well . . . . i dunno . . . . but great great presence as a performer and language acrobat. .. . i want more of this fella!!! richard parker

textures and layers and turtles on the back of universes . . . . Nat Raha

absolutely excellent performer and photographer and . . . well . . . feckin great work . . . loved all of it . . . and the interview . . . call and response . . ah . . . Georgie m’glug

Welch poet and fab reader of slippery lines and images . . . not dreary old english lyrics . . . Owain Lee

and recently returning from a trip to Wroclaw . . . . with a bit of the plague . . but still kickin strong . . . Ms. Frances Kruk . . .

and introducing edmund hardy with his sweet shoulder get up . . . . crumpled and fed and jumping . . . . fences . . . .

The one and only Mr. Harry Godwin (need I say more)!!!!

a cactus king blowingraspberries in this makebelieve you hardlyknow in the cardboardsundown I’ve yetto find the dignityof a proper forkit is not truethat we are bunniesit is not trueit is not truewe are balledand waded we’vesporked this citywe’ve frostedthe tooth kingsmy love my loveis the snow yetto fall the solitudechanging hands I travel these streetswith…

la da da dathe black cat in gold bootshas already goneplease please thisis the sermon of a crabla da da da

An excellent overview of innovative/avant garde poetics in the 21st century and its relationship to the marketplace/publishing . . . . check it: Any De’Ath and poetry publishing

Fantastic!!! Check it out: Past Simple 7

On Your Way to Luxurious Grass When I follow you into the cheap city withyour legs wet wrappedup in a skirt with scorched & stretched thighs we are following our follies we are not effective like the animals corpse maintanence with the machine thatalready has youin its perpetualclaws see the timeit seems to taketo poke…

A House is not a Home my house is the fireman’s dream, a bloodbomb, boob errors, booby tubes, yep, my house is a spiral, a throat captain (ahoy!), twitching brows and fingerbones. my house is ruse, my house is a hussy, my house is gonna get ya, my house houses a tableau of cut heads…

Elblag . . . Katowice . . . Elblag the toilet is full of shit with a footpump to drizzle out the water if we fall into the fizz I wanna lick you all over the old spooks on the way to Kalingrad hold their heads in their hands I’ve met my head in the…

the sound at a distance no shall I not, no shall I notimplore meno shall I not, no shall I notrestore me the gulag gaggles &hacks, the gulagis a Dronephone the sockets contain a quagmireof errors equality is in the crumplingof paper, equality is inthe silence count, and roll, count, and roll

Alstom Turbine Factory(Elblag, Poland 19th November 2009) these corners have straightenedmy hands the endeavor of rutsmasculine & marvelous I trueit is I baited into the poeminto a birdless placea massive bloke with crust in his eye handles the turbines with pockets full of moltencrystal we do oceanthese lips away may Icall you mine may Iunlock…

There is a special insomnia in this hall of lizards—————————–I’ve allocateda minddump on these two tonic bones—————————when my head fallsoff someone else’swill turn—————————perhaps this will leadto some small discovery—————————I love small nosepiercings I love small nose piercings—————————this is your ownprivatesound-track—————————this is making my head rattle this is goofier than the blandAmerican grain that fills my…

we don’t know where we stand or who we stand withor what stands with usor who can stand usor what we can stand the cat rolls its tongue &telegrams shake the leaves we don’t know who stumbleswho poundswho mirrorswho knocks we don’t know where we stand

Unheimlichkeit ( the breaking of ground) a boy a boy came to me with wads of paper from the Lamma welfare shelter I greased the pirateswhat clutches yr dairy air?my grandmother Jean was dissolving into Northern Irish gravy oh lottery to the grand land of dreams hidden Star Wars figures forgotten on light bulbs this…

Self Portrait the devils in the detailsyou grow your blond hairs you shave your blond hairsmy left armis from Ionamy left arm is fromthe lowerworldcome out comeout oh mermaidsthe hornetnest is the golden butter the mytho-poetic cabbageis boiling withgoldilocksquell quellthe rainbowI live towardsthe borderyeah

Trendy Club (Elblag, Poland) I’m not your stoic mistressI’m the oops in yon skirta sheet of metal throwsback the sparksthat light a cigarettewe’re hidden in itchydreams a creamytouch this stranger shacks with testicles we ridethe brambled motions

Polish literature blog

Some new poems from the London section of Alien Memory Machine just published at the Argotist Online. Great magazine. Check it out: Argotist Online

Garbary 11 (Elblag, Poland 28th August 2009) the tactileis whippedinto the othereye and I’m a bunk bunkingon tip toesjeeperscreepersin this patchof northern Polandred starsdot the graveyard and if everybody knew what they wantthere would be no governmentpeople people this is a riotthe measure of loveis to love withoutmeasureI’m suspendedin the ethicalin this palaceof baby godsoh…

Some good work in English translation forthcoming in the new journal Cleaves. Check out her blog: Louise Rosengreen

check it: Projekt 1

Unheimlichkeit ( the breaking of ground) it takes four horses to overcome 14 pounds of limp flesh & what is crossed is found again in modern Utah a cowboy came to me shucking corn and shrugging with his wads of paper from the Lamma welfare shelter and I was chewing Now & Laters while my…

London poet, writer, and all around great gal . . . check out some sample chapters from her new novel here: Ellipsis Blog

super super . . . . the one and only Amy De’Ath has a poetics blog . . . . check it: Amy De’Ath

Putting together a few Polish poets for the Polish section: CLEAVES

La Playaseca

such a variety of houses and fortresses which fish make from their own liquor & saliva these details take precedence over a panorama ————————————————————-four horses toovercome 14 pounds of limp flesh ————————————————————– this is whale watching on the blinding islands with slidingwaters what is crossed is found again ————————————————– last night a Utahcowboy came to…