Tomorrow in Madrid, 11th May 2018, at Desperate Literature Bookshop, I am launching my new book The Spirit of the Bathtub, along with visiting poet Grzegorz Wroblewski, also reading from his newest work, Zero Visibility (translated by Piotr Gwiazda).
The fun starts at 8PM. Entry 3 euro. You get a glass of wine (or beer) and support the bookshop. The only one of its kind (except maybe Shakespeare and Company in Paris).
Perfectionism. I have felt it, and feel it, do you feel it? For me, it comes from various places. My Mormon upbringing and experience as an immigrant in the United States. Trying to get everything right, as the eldest of seven children and a first generation immigrant, and that optimism of American culture that can sometimes mask pain rather than dealing with it. Or, the reverse, in Britannia, misery feeding on misery, sometimes.
Keep trying, fail better.
We are all broken.
It is maybe helpful to admit our vulnerabilities.
Here is a poem. It is called “Leaky Lifeboat.” From my book The Spirit of the Bathtub
The Spirit of the Bathtub is available now from Apocalypse Party:
Some of my stories are lyrical and surreal. They allow a lot of room for the imagination to create meaning. An active participation of reader and writer. Also, in the surrealist tradition, a journey between the conscious and less conscious parts of our minds. The various energies that direct our lives. Hopefully something to hold onto, like a good walking stick, but also allowing for spontaneity and directionless wanderings. The umbilical cord. You have to cut it. Welcome to the cosmic bathtub. This one has some mashup from Basho. A nomadic surrealism. It is also in the tradition of the cosmic egg. It is called “The Big Egg.”
The Spirit of the Bathtub is now available from Apocalypse Party:
In 2012 I was living in Katowice, Poland. One of my favorite days was national donut day. It is a big deal in Poland and in Poland the donuts are very good. They are maybe my favourite donuts in the whole world. There really isn’t a hole in a Polish donut. You have to make your own hole. It is, however, a little round. But not as round as the prefab donuts in other countries. It is more imperfect, less round. There is no real round in nature. The Polish donut is closer to real nature. It is very filling.
Happy national Polish donut day!!
My nomadic travels in South Korea, Utah, Turkey, Italy, Poland, and London. From 2009-2015. A kind of spiritual book, but not the hokey kind. There is lots of imagination. Bring your own walking stick.
Coming soon . . ……………………………………………..
More info over here:
THE SPIRIT OF THE BATHTUB
Some of my poems over at Queen Mob’s Teahouse today. Chevron erotics and graveyard aliens. From my manuscript in progress The Spirit of the Bathtub