Terrific arts magazine. Combining/mixing various art forms: video, ambient music, visual art, poetry etc. check it: TRICKHOUSE

Some invigorating poems in progress over at Sophie Robinson’s blog. Goad yr loins: Sophie Robinson

mainstream and non-mainstream etc.

One of my favourite poets of all time. Second generation NY School. Joseph Ceravolo

Trendy Club (Elblag, Poland) I’m the oops slitsin yon skirtall creaturesunite practice smokingin the sheet of metalwith puppetlips here on icewith itchydreams dispersedin the creamytouch thisstranger shackingon the greasy table on the loud humof testicleswe ridethe brambledmotionsI’m not your stoic mistress

Trendy Club Elblag, Poland) in the El Bano there is a sheet of metal where girls can practise smoking puppet mastersmuscles &boobsohbroken faces I want to be touchedI’m not your stoic mistress

wooden boxes. Some are a bit more advanced than others. But the infrastructure is still very basic. The way back was a late night train for 10 hours. Started a bit before midnight. Jotted this in my notebook half asleep at about 6AM as the sun was slowly leaking into the dark of the train’s…

your Enneagram type is NINE (aka “The Mediator”) “I am at peace” Peacemakers are receptive, good-natured, and supportive. They seek union with others and the world around them. How to Get Along with Me • If you want me to do something, how you ask is important. I especially don’t like expectations or pressure. •…

half of your intelligence is from congress with other people thus, without contact, last timearound in Poland my intelligencehibernated or I lostmy vocabulary which amountsto the same thing this time I talktalk talk &talk if onlyto myself love songsare the sameand theykeep pushingmy buttonsespecially during sleep I dreamnon-stop becauseI set my alarmat odd intervals I…

Milk Bar(Elblag, Poland August 9th 2009) plump ladies are sweating into my gulaszlet feelings bring events and not viceversa my spookedspeech containsa bond with day-dreaming‘ello ‘ellospiegel in spiegelhistory is justa big Hmy house is noton the rocksmy little dogeats mechop upthe momentarythis is the tenderthe barter the humanmeatloaf Herculespaddles upriver witha spoon and the saltshaker…

Sopot (August 17th 2009) this sun brings me back to 21 with disorderlyhair with pierced earI did wear a wet suit on myhoneymoonstranger strangerI’ve leakedinto the seaoh woman hobblingin canary shirtI’m hereon this benchI’ve misreadmy trainssoon the light will go where are you ohtravel mates

Some interesting illustrations from Darby Hudson illustrations and some animations: animations

I love love love this literary journal. Quickly becoming my favourite in print or online. Always poetry as potential and a revival of the literary review as actually interesting. Unlock those gates. AHHH!!! Every issue makes me immediately want to write . . . beginners mind . . . that is the best feeling about…

Some poems from Alien Memory Machine (South Korea section) are in the debut issue of Radioactive Moat. Check the first issue here: Radioactive Moat

Garbary 11 (28th August 2009) it’s too lateto hand outthe chocolatethe duchessof Malfi is tryingto eat me the tactileis whippedinto the othereye and I’m a bunk bunkingon tip toesjeeperscreepersin this patchof northern Polandred starsdot the graveyard in this palaceof baby godsoh baby I’mgoing to giveyou a mysteryin this wormy spermycanal after that finalyes the point…

Bez Konserwantów (third take) there’s a hole to keep you warma hole behind the eyea certain slant of lightwith a fly sliding in butterto feel the turbo pigscratch his assin this afternoon glowdraw the sexsweatfrom my aging bonesthis is very much a woman’snovel my ditz nipples flap opento splay the winning wayto yon sexless desertmy…

One of the great poets of the 20th century. Give it a listen: BBC Radio Barry MacSweeney

Garbary 11 (28th August 2009) and if everybody knew what they wantthere would be no governmentpeople people this is a riotthe measure of loveis to love withoutmeasurethis is the suit-case of the worldthis is the sufferingthe sugar on therotting applesa saucer hidingunknowns the duchessof Malfi is tryingto eat me andI’m suspendedin the ethical

Milk Bar I’m in a PolishMilk Bar &plump ladies are sweating into my gulaszevery thought contains a debris What does memory reclaim? What is our bondwith the past? When didthe daydreamingcollapse? Spiegelinspiegel OK comesfrom the Americancivilwar 0K(illed) what does it mean to confuse existencewith life? The salt shaker is missing from my table and my…

Some interesting art and poetry in the new issue of Poets and Artists. I have three wee poems. Sort of Self Portraits. Check it out: Poets and Artists

Garbary 11 (Elblag, Poland 28th August 2009) the suit-case dumpedwith a late riotof lost love I am sick sick and my eggs are runnywe’re not legithey sugar sugar on my rottenapples yeahwe’re fargone so getyour leather on

here’s a hole to keep youwarmhere’s yrpokedoutiris we adopta brandnewlanguageand graceit upin death’sdreamkingdom heyhandsomeyou meanI’m goingto losethe farmwhateverhappens yep this islove talkradiocomingto youlive from Elblag

Didi Menendez painted a rather flattering portrait. If only I were that cool . . . damn . . . . Korean Shades and all

The angel of Poland at a Polish BBQ critiques the idea of Polish romantic patriotism. Is it sweet to die for one’s country or for romantic love? hm . . . poor quality clip but here it is:

Lagoon (Elblag, Poland) so whatmr Theo upstandshis head goadingthe wise belly dome& I’m burnedfreckled& follied all my friends are not wavingbut downing

Milky Bar I’m in a PolishMilky Bar & plump ladies are sweating into my gulasz Sopot August 17th 2009 this sun brings me back to 21 this sunin Sopot when with pierced earI did wear a wetsuit on my honeymoon where are you ohtravel mates I’ve leakedinto the sea oh woman hobblingin canary shirt I’m…

Dante fallsinto a swoonbefore a large & vocal crowdthat miserablethrong of lost champions get their lukewarmwithout hope no baptism oh geezers come clean a flush in the industrial twat

cartoon dreams with cartoon erectioncrossing into divinitywith hot rain with hotsand in the eye the bird in your bumis free take it on the chin take it on the cheek baffling wings of a grin

into the world into the cowshit & gold painted nightsweatswith Mr. Goar I left my broken watch in Jakjeon but picked upa hipper one in Myeong Dong DAE HA MIN GUK!

Long long ago this small lad saved Elblag from the invasion of Teutonic knights by closing the city gates with his shovel:

fab reading recently in Manchester at The Other Room: Sean Bonney and Frances Kruk

The New Yinzer

This is the second first draft of a poem from today. The 2nd poem written in Poland 2009. London Bridge Hey baby giveme yr lightcock chump call whoa whoa whoooarob the rambling windfickle yrself sickwith yr puddyslopeplaster my soul’ssoul never skipsmore’s the pitysip desireselsewhere balkeringsof bacteria and blooddustspot on my rain dabbedminions my damned ratsmy…

the jizism girls sit in their jizism windows take your faith & kick it out the windowwe’ll clay our way out of this darkI’m working on working on erasing you I’m on my lonelinesswith my fat lipsI’m drumpyyou’re simpleI’m considering drinking your ass juiceto whom do I spread to whom do I crack open soften…

Joan Baez vs. This is the Mother___ Remix

Must cut nails. They click too much when I type. Must get a sim unlock. Must get my nose into this climate. Must find toilet trees. Must get groove. Must get back my rusty Polish phrases. Must ask for a Reklamoofka or bring my own. Must find a table and chair to write on. I…

until buses, trains, and planes to Elblag, Poland. I should arrive in Elblag a little before 1AM. Need to look at my books again. hanging at a friend’s house by a canal in East London (Limetree). Lots of Boats. A fountain. Some ducks. Makes me want to try Tai Chi!

I keep throwing away clothes but I suppose I need to have more than jeans and t-shirts for a winter in Poland. Upped my limit to 25 kilos. I have 15 kilos with computer and books in my carry-on. Must unload books and get them shipped later. So what to take??? So far, from the…

Insane morning. Clean the flat. Fill the black bags. What to take and keep. I’m slouching towards another new life. Leave the desk and chair. Sold the imac with big screen. Got an old laptop. 15 kg of clothes15 kg of books This is everything I own. I wish I could narrow it more. 1.5…

Brian Howe and Marcus Slease This is the motherfucking remix

Turkey did not work out due to financial constraints with paying for visas and notarizing diplomas etc. (over £500). So I am off to Poland in a few days. We are all moving out of this London flat and going separate ways. Strange feeling. Narrowing my life to one bag again. Staying at a friends…

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Welcome to Tony Tost’s America. My name is Tony Tost, and this is my America: Tony Tost’s America Set 1 Big Maybelle, “Ocean of Tears” Billie Jo Spears, “Get Behind Me Satan and Push” Leonard Cohen, “Don’t Go Home With Your Hard On” Carl Story, “You Don’t Love God (If You Don’t Love Your Neighbor)”…

The sumptial colonel is losing weight with Zoloft& gaining weight with prozac. Wings have been useless. He walks the stairs to Wonderland. He’s an eliptical machine. Fingernails chalkthe walls. The sumptial colonel has headedeast hasdroppedverbs into simple tenses. His marriage loins gone drury. Sugar in a roundclay pot. The peace. The wasp. The slope. Singing…

I’m testing my banality. Do you see this moon tissue? Snail shells were once used as an allegory for both grave and resurrection. The bright green and orange parrots are outside my window. They are beautifully lost. There are more things in a closed box than an open one. Make haste yea gentlemen who ride…

Interesting to revisit this blog for an intro to poetry class I taught at UNC Greensboro. All non-poets and non-English majors. A lot of fun. I miss it!!! intro to poetry

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MW: Sounds like a self-destructive way to seek GodJK: Oh, it was tremendous. I woke up sick about the fact that I had come back tomyself, to the flesh of life…MW: You mean the Beat people want to lose themselves?JK: Yeah. You know, Jesus said to see the Kingdom of Heaven you must loseyourself…something like…

Leaving Wednesday morning. Lots of great poets to mingle with. My first public reading from Godzenie. Super stellar lineup: SoundEye #138-12 July 2009Cork, Ireland Wed July 8 • 18:00 • admission freeFirkin Crane, Shandon, CorkReading: Sean Bonney (UK) + Mairéad Byrne (Irl/USA) + Keith Tuma (USA) Thu July 9 • 18:00 • admission freeFirkin Crane,…

check out Scorpion Whip’s first track: Night Heist

A pinhole camera is a very simple camera with no lens and a single very small aperture. Simply explained, it is a light-proof box with a small hole in one side. Light from a scene passes through this single point and projects an inverted image on the opposite side of the box. Cameras using small…

listen to some great Americana here: Tony Tost’s America

“To recognize untruth as a condition of life: that, to be sure, means to resist customary value-sentiments in a dangerous fashion; and a philosophy which ventures to do so places itself, by that act alone, beyond good and evil.” — Nietzsche

A terrific interview with Gabe Gudding. Really needed this fresh perspective!!! Gabe Gudding interview

“There is a black box inside the sun. / The wreck of an earlier universe / is recorded there. There is a black / door at the center of the sun. / Seven steps lead up to it.”— Joseph Donahue’s Terra Lucida “Hermes, whisper to us like the sun at night. / Hermes let the…

MEMO BOOK JAN 2006 my address is 813Dae Yang NiceGae SangGye YangIncheon Joe is a veteran of the gulf and cooks big plates of rice Shane has a ponytail and refuses a Korean look Tim meets us on the roof and runs through the numbers Wonderland is a scam!!! my ipod contains: Jesus the Mexican…

Mu (dream) So(window) I think I utter butterwhat exactly this is justwhat must bespokenI’m fed with multi-spoonswhat ghostsmy friend in our battlesfor the sunI I I I I I I iwill not paintdream brothersdream lovers

The dentist and I are eating our bulgogi and bean sprouts. Need visions. The small pickles and quick sushi. Korean bread baskets. When you come undone you come undone. You know you know jack shit. How far can we go? What sinks? Balloon based action reaching new heights. Are you aware of the costs? Look…

I am going to buy copies for the Soundeye festival in Cork. So if you are at Soundeye, you can buy the books direct from me if you wish. Link for ordering is to the right. Amazon.com is the easiest way right now. But I just purchased some of my books and placed them with…

Polish literature in English

“An artist does not create the way he lives, he lives the way he creates.” — Jean Lescure

When I first arrived in South Korea I went into downtown Seoul with one of the Korean teachers named Vicky. Actually, it was literally the day after I arrived in Korea. I had just moved into my flat. I didn’t know my address. I just knew that I lived near a Wal-Mart and a Japanese…

I lived in a tiny tiny room called a Goshiwon for 2.5 months. Just a bed. Couldn’t stretch my legs all the way. A bar above my head for clothes. A shower shared by 50 or so Koreans. Very very little contact with other English speakers. It is still a first draft. Here it is…

Tymoteusz Karpowicz (1921-2005) ABOUT Some poetry Witold Wirpsza (1918-1985): ABOUT Some poetry

BRYGADA KRYZYS

Bio Critical intoduction Some translated poems

R. Wojaczek (1945-1971) bio You Have to Fear the Rose I, Kafka

Bursa is becoming one of my favourite modern poets. Check out “Night of the long Knives” below. Translations seem quite good (always tricky of course). (1932-1957) All his short life he lived in Cracow. He made his debut in the press in 1954, although he never wrote praises of socialism. Three years later he died…

Now that I am in London and Godzenie is about to be published I am on fire again. All is possible. There is so much to explore in Poland in terms of neglected interesting poetry. So many interesting poets in the big world!!! The poet Grzegorz Wroblewski has opened my eyes to Polish poetry I…

BruLion Magazine

Denmark Portal

Some poems translated from the Polish: From Mercury Project ten poems

1) The Man That Corrupted Hadleyburg by Mark Twain 2) The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard 3) Prop by Peter Jaeger 4) Proper Name and Other Stories by Bernadette Mayer 5) Quaquaversals by Geraldine Monk 6) The Land Between by Wendy Mulford 7) Banquet by Geraldine Monk 8) Rapid Eye Movement by Peter Jaeger

The situation is made more paradoxical if one recalls that the other option, in Poland at least, has coexisted (precariously marginalized) with the emerging powerhouse of parnassian poetry. Miron Bialoszewski’s “Pamietnik z powstania” (“A Memoir of the Uprising”), an account of the Warsaw Uprising, suggests an alternative perspective on the same national trauma, from the…

Postmodernism in Central and Eastern Europe

Video from avant-garde album PROJEKT1 (SoulCraft Rec.) Grzegorz Wroblewski-poems Bobi Peru-Music and production. Check it: Between directed by M. Klinger

from 2006: all you liked about treesthe light like slanted rainthe dark inside the bodywe’ve walked along this roadthe moon throws fevers across florescent cementpink rivers in your carpetthere is something special in your membranesa bench was a special possibilityI could smell the soap on your neckI’m choked by my inner speedyou tossed simple objects…

A nice short article by one of my favourite poets Linh Dinh about living a more simple life. My life philosophy exactly!!! I couldn’t agree more! Check it out: Slim DOWN

Interesting article about the institution of creative writing in universities. It’s spreading. Is it a good thing??? I am undecided, but for sure I have learned the most about writing and poetry outside of the university in artist and poetry communities (Lucifer Poetics in North Carolina, Openned and Crossing the Line reading series in London…

This is the area I lived in for two years. I actually miss it sometimes. Although maybe better to visit for a month or so rather than live forever. I recommend visiting. It is not touristy. It has its own strange industrial charm at times. Wojciech Wilczyk

Peter Jaeger on 1 mp phone

great reading at Crossing the Line tonight in London. Near London Bridge. In the leather district. At “the leather exchange.” Cris Cheek and Peter Jaeger. Love the presence and work of Peter Jaeger. Some pics from 1.2 mp phone. This is not Peter Jaeger.

Sad to the see David Bromige has left us. An amazing poet. Generous and awe-inspiring!! A nice send off from the poet and publisher Ken Edwards here: David Bromige

video art from friend and Lucifer Poetics poet Brian Howe (and Ashley). Brian is the man coming out of the cabin in the picture heading of this blog :-) UP

Grzegorz Wroblewski

From the Polish poet Grzegorz Wroblewski: Jacek Podsiadlo (for many critics a typically ‘Polish New York School’ poet), is a ‘new generation’ poet but he uses the some poetic strategies like old poets before him but with new ‘ language effects’ etc. Rozewicz was born before WW II. He is a Polish classic poet, but…

Form an “O” with your mouth, raise your eyebrows and then back away slowly. Do not show teeth. Do not unhinge your mouth. Remain calm because loud noises, flailing your arms or quick movements such as running will cause other animals to feel threatened.

there there wake upmr smarty mr chocolatecum oh cum oh cumyou’re a fool to whistleat the flattened bums in Ealingsoap scum in the bathbubbles in the beerthere’s no way out of this twistertouch me as an animalwe’re makin our way back to the city oh little fishbuckle-up, buck up, dry those ductsI’m a love boat…

This idea, overall, is quite close to how I experience poetry, culture, the 21st century: Nomadic Poetics

Jukebox tears. We never blamed it on the soil. We filled up. Flowers are coming bees are sucking pollen.The man in the Matrixx needed purpose. Purpose is more important than free will. I’m torn. Saint brother. Be well.

Hello talented writers, fans and friends, this is a quick email to let you know that Issue 5 of streetcake is now on the site! Please do give us a visit and have a read. We also have the biographies up for all the writers included this issue. Our talented roll call is as follows:…