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Alt LIT and NY School Poetry (Frank O’ Hara and Ted Berrigan etc.)This same kind of negative review of the legacy of NY School poetics was also leveled at Alt Lit in Vice recently.Sociability. Pop art. Speed. The bad dna of Frank O Hara and Ted Berrigan etc. The attention deficit of NY School of poetry in the 1950’s and onwards.Hm . . ALT LIT?ALT LIT has the DNA of NY School poetry . .
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my chapbook based on experiences living in South Korea in 2006. Mu Dream So Window. Available from Poor Claudia. Limited edition of 150. Order here:
http://www.poorclaudia.org/details_slease.php
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Larry’suncle sent a missionary to China when he was in grade schoolwho cried ”go straight” to the white men there(Frank O ’ Hara) -
if you like visuals
and other such thingsvisit my other blogThe House of Zabka
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Hey Marcus Slease – We just finished putting yr book together. When you rub yr hand against it, it whispers. — Drew Scott Swenhaugen
limited run of 150 copiesscratchy purple covera bit of creative translation of Bashothere is a gay balloon flower songthere are pocket rubbings near Buddhist templesthere is a Korean pizza with hot saucethere is both ham and spamthere is Wal Martthere is a temple dripping with rainthere is a blowjob in the rainthere is nothingnessthere is lovethere is a flying bird teahouseand more . .THANK YOU POOR CLAUDIA
Francesca ChabrierRick DeluccoTravis MeyerDrew Scott SwenhaugenStacey TranNick Van Eckorder here: http://www.poorclaudia.org/details_slease.php
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GAYNG Issue #1GAYNG has been one of the most hotly anticipated releases in Alt Lit. Lasting many online generations or several months, it took a while to get into PDF form. So many things had to be absolutely perfect. The Buzz was strong with GAYNG. With all this hope could it possibly live up to the hype that it had created for itself? Was the Tumblr blitz, the Alt Lit Gossip coverage, and whatever resource they had available enough? Is the internet ready for this vicious onslaught? The answer of course is no: the internet is never ready. The internet sleeps alright. GAYNG is ready to break things open into bigger and bloggier things.Joshua Irwin engages in action writing. Pouring words onto a page they refuse to come together. Space is important for writers. Words need space to breathe. Lacking space the words suffocate. After the words die an ignoble death they are buried in closets, cached pages, and Google search results. One becomes spring when one rejuvenates. The process of rebirth is spring. People typically avoid this rebirth until it is too late. People enjoy being mere shells, corn husks, etc. Joshua works hard to make others people. Supporting others is necessary in life. By not doing this one can become alone.Stephen Michael McDowell mentions he is bigger than trees. This is important. Intense dislike of trees, those beautiful lush green things is part of Stephen’s brand. ‘FernGully’ had no positive effect on Stephen Michael McDowell despite the cuteness of the fairy girl Crysta voiced by Samantha Mathis. Many stated that ‘FernGully’ brought environmentalism to the forefront of the political arena. Even more stated that Crysta brought cute pixie haircuts to the forefront of the nascent ‘Hipster’ scene. Right as Stephen enters space he sees the President of the United States who has little or nothing to do with trees.Sarah Edwards uses a few words for maximum impact. The arrangement is tasteful. How it looks is beautiful.Charles Young introduces the reader to his bedroom. Obviously Charles is trying to impress the reader with the seductive powers of his room. Dying plants are sexy. Air conditioners in the window are erotic. Upon completion of sex an air conditioner can be turned on to provide extreme comfort.Franny Young explains her stance on Catholicism. Those who went to Catholic Schools know this pain. Despite the teachings of Catholicism of its beginnings as a form of rebellion it became bureaucratic, micromanaged, and worst of all, mean. Being good to each other requires no religion. Being good to each other requires good people, regardless of faith (or lack thereof).Mark Thomas Stevenson shows passion. One person begins. The next follows. Apparently both people have to work together. Fields are full of this sort of blooming affection. By loving one another in fields it helps crops grow. Fertilizer can take many forms.Marcus Slease remarks about the joys of licking. He’s talking about people. Animals lick. For some reason humans are afraid of it. Humans worry about being considered popsicles. Everyone dresses the way they want to around him. A safe house sounds like a fun house. It is important to be one with others. People should care about each other. Confessions describes Marcus’s past. Part of that past involved forgiving others for something that really needed no forgiveness. Other parts sound really fun. Apparently Marcus has enjoyed life to the fullest. Finally he discusses the life of the turtle.Austin Islam describes how to be a better person. To be a better person is to repeat the good and remove the bad. Saying is easier than doing it however. Becoming a better person takes decades. By the time it is perfected it is almost too late. Typing out poems can be troublesome. Quickshit attests to such things. Yet taking notes is important. Taking notes avoids some (but not all) of these problems.Wyatt Sparks takes pride in sexual creativity. Sexual mores requires more sex. Without a steady influx of sex what else is there to do in life? Even checking phones is a large part of this sex scene. Relationships need balance. For the quiet person there is the loud person. Broken can be a positive word. Things need to be broken sometimes. That’s what rules are for.Rules of course also state to divide the posts for this collection. One post is not enough. Two however, yeah that seems good. Part II is about to happen right now.check it out: http://www.scribd.com/doc/123521517/GAYNG-Issue-Number-1
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“A whiskey breath man does not like your English so you speak in Ponglish. Ponglish is sexy. When you speak Ponglish you must hide your erection or squeeze your legs to prevent the juice from running down your legs. You may excuse yourself to the side of the building and smoke smoke smoke away your randies. Temporarily. The randies will always return.”
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Grzegorz Wroblewki poems and paintings on Wojtek Wilczyk blog:
http://www.hiperrealizm.blogspot.dk/2013/01/w-hodzie-krotkim-pobytom.html
(painting: Grzegorz Wroblewski: Deep Blue Adventures)
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the Great Bear pamphlet seriesThis series of pamphlets, published by Something Else Press from 1965-67, featured experimental writing from the likes of John Cage, Allan Kaprow, Claes Oldenburg, and Nam Jun Paik. The pamphlets ranged from 16 to 32 pages in length, were saddle-stitched, and were printed on varying color stock; content included concrete poems, undoable acts, unactable plays, collages, essays, manifestos, and diaries.you can download pdfs of the individual pamphlets HEREyou can buy reissued copies of the pamphlets HERE
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the new Gesture is finally here :) :) :)
here are the contributors: M.g. Martin, Steve Roggenbuck, Daniel Alexander, Anhvu Buchanan, Susan Calvillo, Kati Mertz, Kelly Schirmann, Michael Inscoe, Robert Vaughan,Yume Kim, Mat Cochran (lead singer of the band Coma Cinema), Marcus Slease (…)
(DOWNLOAD PDF): http://thegorillapress.com/sites/default/files/gesture_4_.pdf
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http://thegorillapress.com/sites/default/files/gesture_4_.swf
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READING A WEEK FROM TODAY WED 6TH FEB IN MANCHESTER. AT THE OTHER ROOM READING SERIES. READING FROM SOON TO BE RELEASED NEW BOOK FROM POOR CLAUDIA
Mu (so) Dream (window)
http://www.poorclaudia.org/details_slease.php
COME ON OUT IF YOU ARE IN MANCHESTER!!
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CABBAGE LANGUAGE, by Robert Duncan Gray, collects Gray’s debut novella THE SON OF THE SUN with AMATEUR PORNOGRAPHY, a selection of the author’s best poetic works.http://www.amazon.com/CABBAGE-LANGUAGE-Robert-Duncan-Gray/dp/1937395030/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1358523915&sr=8-1&keywords=cabbage+language
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CABBAGE LANGUAGE will turn you over. It will put you where you need to be. It will teach you all of the new positions—even the ones you’re afraid to know.
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– Scott McClanahan, author of THE COLLECTED WORKS OF SCOTT MCCLANANHAN VOL. 1 (Lazy Fascist Press)
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In reading CABBAGE LANGUAGE, I felt as though I was ready to celebrate the end of the world with Solomon Thunderbeast, a new bleak hero in the literary canon. CABBAGE LANGUAGE continues to floor me in its perfect phrases, each one spare, beautiful, and often so very funny. Sentence by sentence, I never wanted it to stop.
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– Richard Chiem, author of YOU PRIVATE PERSON (Scrambler Books)
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Alphabets of madness, cabinets of curiosities and absurdity contortions, Robert Duncan Gray spins startling detail and surreal juxtaposition into something alchemical and right for our beautiful times. There is revolution here, he warns us, nestled neatly in the shadows. We should heed his words.
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– M. Bartley Seigel, author of THIS IS WHAT THEY SAY (Typecast Publishing) and founding editor of [PANK]
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AMATEUR PORNOGRAPHY is a collection of poems about death, everyday life, and the absence of friends. It is the perfect antidote to those who do not have an OkCupid account.
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Janey Smith, author of ANIMALS (Plain Wrap Press)
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Born in England, raised in Germany, and transplanted into America in his early teens, Robert Duncan Gray has taken his unique concept of identity and created the stunningly original character of Solomon Thunderbeast, the protagonist of THE SON OF THE SUN. In this fantastic novella we follow Solomon and a small group of people as they try to decide who they are in the wake of a vague tragedy, struggling greatly under the tyranny of The General, a petty Napoleonic man who has forced his way into a leadership role and since dominated this collection of lost souls. Equal parts funny, sad, and discomforting, THE SON OF THE SUN will burrow itself into your mind and stay with you for weeks to come.
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AMATEUR PORNOGRAPHY is a collection of poems that dares you to define it. Riding the line between sentimental and dismissive, these poems make friends of strangers and strangers out of friends, using loneliness and death to bring us together and prove we are alive.
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The fourth book from HOUSEFIRE Books, CABBAGE LANGUAGE is as refreshing as it is original, and a must-read for fans of flash novels.
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“The pirate—Captain Whiskeycola—scanned the room with a bulging eye while he tapped the handle of a sword at his belt. As if daring us to ask why he had a moose on his shoulder instead of a parrot.”
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Half of you happened before your mother was born. When your mother was an embryo.
You were tiny. A single cell. About the size of a printed full stop. If your mother was 30 when she had on your 18th birthday you were over 48 years old.
This is your real age.
I guess.
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the hair is black and smells like lemons
two people using one green toothbrush— Ellen Kennedy
http://muumuuhouse.com/ellenkennedy.poetrybook.html
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“It’s three in the morning and my wife is standing in the doorway of our garage in flannel pajamas and that pink robe she’s worn since high school. She’s watching me use a red Gerber spoon to dip into the urn and finally she goes, “Bobby, you just can’t do it — it’s too morbid. What kind of ceremony is that anyway, to shoot someone out of a gun?” – – Dani Sandal
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I did a reading of Grzegorz Wroblewski’s poems from A Marzipan Factory with some music. Also our performance together in London with some of my nomadic surrealist poems.
The recordings are now available at PennSound
A Marzipan Factory is available over here:
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MY SHORT STORY “THE ARRANGEMENT” NOW OVER AT MONKEYBICYCLE.
BORA WINDS. OPERA. A RED HOODED GIRL BIRD FROM LJUBLJANA. DOGGIE PARK PICK UPS. A SEXY PIPE SMOKING BUTCHER FROM TRIESTE:
http://monkeybicycle.net/the-arrangement/
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A man just brought me Pussycat Fever.Plus Dear Jenny We Are All find.I am a happy man.
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I LOVE MIKE TOPP!!! HE IS COUNTED AS PART OF THE UNBEARABLES IN NEW YORK CITY. I HAVE A BOOK CALLED THE UNBEARABLES BIG BOOK OF SEX. IT IS A VERY GOOD BOOK OF SEX. YOU SHOULD GET IT.I ALSO HAVE THREE MIKE TOPP BOOKS. ONE IS CALLED SASQUATCH STORIES. IT IS FROM PUBLISHING GENIUS. THERE ARE LOTS OF OTHER COLLECTABLES OF MIKE TOPP. THEY ARE ON THE COLLECTABLE PART OF MY SHELF. I LOVE MIKE TOPP. -
but mostly he carried an astronaut he carried an astronaut like greasy bacon over a rump roast like an ox that plows and plows and plows that sexes his cherries and sends him up with moon humps and sucker punches a sucker for a suckling diddling his axis with her helmet and her little white socks -
Nice review of Grzegorz Wroblewski’s A Marzipan Factory over here. Nomadic surrealism and also absurdism.
http://zorosko.blogspot.dk/2012/11/grzegorz-wroblewski-it-is-kafkaesque.html
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This was absolutely dead on fuckin great!! I want more of this Kyle Hemmings fella. Just finished re-reading Burrough’s Soft Machine this weekend and then woke up Monday morning and read Tokyo Girls in Science Fiction. Feels like cut ups in some ways. But not Burroughs. Of course. It is almost like if Murakami and Burroughs shared a body. YES! This is one of those rare collections that I will re-read. And re-read again. Thank you mister Kyle Hemmings whoever you may be!! -
Influenced by NY School poetry.
Bernadette Mayer and Kenneth Koch
ALSO Philip Whalen (one of my favs)
Part of my Nomadic Surrealist project.
free pdf here:
http://www.magcloud.com/browse/issue/299099
cover painting: Grzegorz Wroblewski
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Symons admitted one count of observing a person doing a private act for the purpose of sexual gratification.
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Granny Hops liked the old street junky cleaners. They swept the streets and popped open a Stella. On their breaks. Granny Hops plopped herself on the curb with them. Brought her own Stella. Granny Hops was one for the Stellas. -
It was the mating season.
During the mating season a Flying Scot is infested with coloured mushrooms. Blooming around the snatch.
We cracked crackers and got pasted. Ate Johnny cakes. Had a chinwag about the New Puritans.
The New Puritans had high grip quota and the whole country was post cream.
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Writing a story called “Northern Cream.” Granny Hops aka Kurios Oranj. Takes place in Manchester. Collaged with Borroughs’ Soft Machine and lyrics of Mark E Smith. For the reading On Beat: http://parasol-unit.org/on-beat
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ON BEATBarry Miles, Ian MacFadyen, Peter Jaeger & Marcus SleaseTuesday 15 January 2013, 7 pmParasol Unit, 14 Wharf Road, Islington£6/£5 ConcessionsTo accompany the October Gallery exhibition ‘William Burroughs: All out of time and into space’ and relating to Shezad Dawood’s ‘New Dream Machine Project’ for Parasolstice – Winter Light 2012, ON BEAT will focus on Beat Culture’s history and influence more broadly. It will include talks by contemporaries of William Burroughs and Brion Gysin, creator of the original Dream Machine in 1959, as well as explications of poetics and contemporary work influenced by the era.Peter Jaeger will give a talk/reading entitled “A Philip Whalen Mala” on Whalen, Snyder, Ginsberg and their understanding of Buddhism as it pertains to compositional method.
Marcus Slease will read new work inspired by Burroughs' The Soft Machine.
This event is a collaboration between Parasol unit, October Gallery and Intercapillary Space. Links:
Exhibition at October Gallery: http://www.octobergallery.co.uk/exhibitions/Intercapillary http://www.intercapillaryspace.org/
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GET LOST!!!!
http://www.metazen.ca/?p=11671
if you haven’t read Shane Jones’ Light Boxes or Daniel Fights a Hurricane . . oh boyo . . best reads of this side of the century . .
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I am looking at just boiled potatoes. I can share a porch with an old man and fantasize about his hands on my neck. We can do many things with our breath. Such as syncopate or synchronize. I think you can guess which one is better. This persons eyes begins to close. This person sleeps. It is romance. A new life comes easily after this, a growl. -
My hacky sacks are full of beans
and you are full
of beans
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http://husmw5.tumblr.com/marcus_slease
happy to be in great company . .
check out issue five . .
artwork by Livia Franchini! (@livfranchini)
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or bodies made of smoke
or a giant made of meat hearts*****
I want a floor
like this
laminated
and shining
everything in its right place
even when
it’s not
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we are bathed in green lights
the first star is still waiting
to arrive
to Katowice*****
I’m sitting in a little wooden room
typing this
in a room full of Russian dolls
all different sizes
inside each doll is another doll and another and so on
we all know about those Russian dolls******
A large snowman is sitting on the stool next to me. It has a blue hat, red scarf, and red nose. It is lit from the inside. By 25 white lights.
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There are two pots on the balcony. I have opened one. It is a large pot of onions. Swimming in oils. Beautiful oils. There are also hideen chunks of Herring.
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I stood on the balcony to watch the snow melt into mud. Fur hooded Polish girls were walking their sausage dogs. They pull down their fur hoods and wish each other a merry Christmas.
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I cannot believe the feelings those onions have given me. They are pefected underground.
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My love has gone beyond its ketchup
My love cuts the mole
My love is a harlot ariaMy love is an abominable snowman
bathed in green light
please pass the popcorn
or the soon to be
carp
and the ruskie pierogi
my love is warm kapusta
bubbling in yr belly
and yours and yours and yoursspoon me in space
spoon me in your bobby socks
in the deerhooves
of Poland
the girls fork over their fats
my love lets skinny dip
be a better butter
for the livingWesolych Swiat Bozego Narodzenia . .
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My body ballooned in the bathtub. My scrotum was a magical sea creature. I watched it bob before annointing myself with oils.
Then I ate a plate of bigos. No two plates.
Then I entered the house of zabka and said pa prush sha do va LM na bel ski. That means two packs of cigarettes. The lady who served me was missing her eyebrows.
I want to be an interesting story like a bowl of tangerines.
We are waiting for the first star. It is 16.03. It should arrive at 16.40. When it arrives we will break bread wafers. And then the carp will arrive. Spineless. At the table.
It’s Christmas Eve in Poland. And other places. Too.
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my flash fiction up at DOGZPLOT. Great issue. Great illustrations/paintings!!! Thank you Jesse Eagle. Super happy.
MARYNOWANE NIEBO means “pickled heaven” in Polish. Flash fiction takes place in Manhattan estate in Katowice, Poland.
Check it out:
http://dogzplot.blogspot.co.uk/2012/12/marynowane-niebo-marcus-slease.html
Painting by Lea Barozzi: http://leabarozzi.com/
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If you are in Manchester . . come on out . . . 6th Feb 2013 . . .
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If you are in London come on out. Will be reading some fucked up elfish mayan house of Zabka bizarro in honour of Mr. Burroughs.Tues Jan 15th 2013.Parasol Unit is the place:
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available for pre-order over here at Poor Claudia:
http://www.poorclaudia.org/details_slease.php
A informal reading of some of the poems:
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http://www.3ammagazine.com/3am/julia-tillinghast-akalin-how-the-strip-club/
She has spent a number of years, on and off, living in Istanbul, Turkey, and is Co-Translator of Dirty August, a selected poems of the experimental 20th-century Turkish poet Edip Cansever.
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THE BOOK I TOSSBY TED GREENWALDThe book I toss is BossIt bangs against the wallsAnd gets me workingI watch its thin greenRecede into a reedAnd think the time rightTo set the Boss rightWe argueCops suddenly appearI throw them and BossOut the windowAnd unscrew my anklesI be my own bossI be my own police
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I met Jake Adam York when I lived in North Carolina. He published one of my first poems “Mr Whiskers and the Picnic Basket.” I have a broadside of one of his poems celebrating the sensuality of southern BBQ.
It was a shock to hear that he has died this past weekend. Close to my own age.
You can hear him read here:
http://www.kenyonreview.org/2012/12/in-remembrance-of-jake-adam-york/
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If you are in London, check this reading out tomorrow. Jeff Hilson rocks my world. Amy De’Ath is cool too. The sad dj is cool. Lots of cool shit.
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An evening of film, poetry and sad disco.
Poetry:
Amy De’Ath
Marianne Morris
Sophie Mayer
Jeff Hilson
Samantha Walton
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Liz Rosenfeld
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“English poetry is suddenly in the happy state of being wide and generous enough to feel confident in its ability to draw upon art, music, the emotions, beauty, surrealism, language writing, comedy, the diverse strands of the New American Poetry, and, even (after a long time being banned by an academy which valorizes overwrought language and intellectual showing off) some kind of recognizable, erotic, and enjoyable LIFE. This is the happy and generous environment in which we find ourselves — at last! It has been a long time coming.” — Tim Atkins
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A nice article today about some of the very best poetry coming from the United Kingdom. And it rocks. Big time! Brilliant!
Some influences of NY school poetry and more.
Check out the article in Jacket 2 magazine:
http://jacket2.org/feature/contemporary-english-poetry-and-north-american-influences
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in honour of my brother’s birthday today. He died unexpectedly six months ago. Heroin overdose in Spanish Fork Utah. Miss him a shitload. He would have turned 30 today. We were very close growing up together. Took care of him when he was a baby. Bathed him in a plastic baby tub in Milton Keynes, England. Rode bikes together in the deserts of Las Vegas and collected lizards and rocks. Spent the last two New Years and Christmas with him in Spanish Fork Utah. We were reconnecting as adults. Best time of my life. Things change. Nothing can be taken for granted.
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kindly help meor you’ll drownsaid the monkeyputting a fishup in a tree
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tanfachoelbobo:
La gente empieza tragedias luego le echa la culpa al mundo
No fue la culpa del mundo que tengo miedo
Que la gente empezó
El quilombo que no pude arreglar
La gente como universo
La gente se muere también
La gente como oscuro cielo gris, las luces atizan
Puntos amarillos de azul y plata
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is it where I am going?or where I have gone?is where I am going far?
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What I’d Like For Christmas, 1970
by Ted Berrigan
Black brothers to get happy
The Puerto Ricans to say hello
The old folks to take it easy &
as it comes
The United States to get straight
Power to butt out
Money to fuck off
Business with honor
Religion
& Art
Love
A home
A typewriter
A GUN.
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video reading of “Regent Street” in new ipad edition of poets and artists. Happy to be in there. Thank you Didi Menendez. Maybe someday I’ll get an ipad.
subscribe for free to the mag here:
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/ipoetsartists/id586627484?mt=11
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a mauling cat named dracula . . a dog named dookie . . a chaise lounge . .easy rabbit soup . . sugar free gum . ok cupid . . and a wholelot more . .
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Poor Claudia (doesn’t get any better)
from Nick van Eck:
Something beautiful about swinging! Feel like getting away from the holiday hustle and leaping mid-air into a white hot void of weightless language? Look at that. We’ve got four new poems from EMILY PETTIT.
Emily Pettit’s the author of Goat in the Snow (Birds LLC). She’s also an editor for notnostrums, jubliat, and Factory Hollow Press. She teaches at Flying Object and Elms College.
http://poorclaudia.org/crush_pettit.php
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A METAZEN CHRISTMASI am designing an alt lit Christmas in Poland. At the house of Zabka.We will club the carp in the bathtub and then we will cook it and eat it. We will eat pierogi and break bread crackers when the first star arrives. And everyone will speak Polish and wish good tidings and I won’t understand the words. But that’s OK.At the end of the night I will go to the quiet room and open up my inbox where all my friend’s live. And I will unwrap my Metazen ebook. And I will read and be happy.I am glad TB is gone. All the great Romantics died from TB. -
Wikipedia:
The Manifesto Antropófago (Cannibal Manifesto in English) was published in 1928 by the Brazilian poet and polemicist Oswald de Andrade. The essay was translated to English in 1991 by Leslie Bary.Its argument is that Brazil’s history of “cannibalizing” other cultures is its greatest strength, while playing on the modernists‘ primitivist interest in cannibalism as an alleged tribal rite. Cannibalism becomes a way for Brazil to assert itself against European post-colonial cultural domination. The Manifesto’s iconic line is “Tupi or not Tupi: that is the question.” The line is simultaneously a celebration of the Tupi, who practiced certain forms of ritual cannibalism (as detailed in the 16th century writings of André Thévet, Hans Staden, and Jean de Léry), and a metaphorical instance of cannibalism: it eats Shakespeare.http://dmp.bard.edu/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/Andrade_CannibalistManifesto.pdf
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happy for my work to be in great company. Peter Jaeger, Tim Atkins, Richard Parker, Amy De’Ath, Cathy Wagner, bill bissett, Sachiko Murakami and lots more . .My poem is “Song of the Open Road.” A creative translation of Walt Whitman.lots to explore . .Fantastic issue that opens up possibilities. . the only kind of reading worth reading . .
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happy for my work to be in great company. Peter Jaeger, Tim Atkins, Richard Parker, Amy De’Ath, Cathy Wagner, bill bissett, Sachiko Murakami and lots more . .
My poem is “Song of the Open Road.” A creative translation of Walt Whitman.
lots to explore . .
Fantastic issue that opens up possibilities. . the only kind of reading worth reading . .
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Audiomurale
Adriana Ronżewska Kotyńska, a Polish architect and painter interested in public art projects, originated the concept behind the Audiomurale and then executed it, with a team, on the wall of a townhouse in the Old Town district of Elblag, Poland. The team conducted interviews with passers-by recording their remarks about their town. Selected opinions – including some unprintable remarks – were transferred onto a blank wall of a townhouse in the form of spectrograms (i.e. sound wave patterns); the ‘voice’ of Elblag. (http://lustik.tumblr.com/post/36761366643/audiomurale)
Never Mind the Beasts 