Tuesday, August 14, 2007

This + That

I feel like I haven't been putting enough weird, indigestible writing on this blog. Lately, it's all been nothing but advertisements of myself and friends and travelogues of Tampa. I must do better.

Today, however, will be mostly ads.

I'll be reading at Unnameable Books in Brooklyn with Ryan Daley at 8PM, Sunday the 19th. Yes, this Sunday. Please catch a bus, plane, or subway train to Brooklyn and come on by.

Joseph Mosconi now has a website for the upcoming journal Area Sneaks,; the website previews my piece in the issue.

And Mark Wallace posts a description of his encounters with LA area poets, as he's gotten to know the area; this includes the names of many people who I think are super . . . so, if you want to know super people, these are names you should know. . .

Saturday, August 11, 2007

My new book

Princess of the World in Love can now be ordered from Cy Press. Every copy is unique, and they are all very pretty (as a princess should be!) For $5, it's one of those crazy good deals that only brilliant, quixotic poet-publishers ever offer.

Friday, August 10, 2007

2 Release Parties for Fold Appropriate Text

Release party number ONE will be at Betalevel in L.A., with readings by: Guy Bennett, Teresa Carmody, Marcus Civin, Vanessa Place, Michael Smoler and more. It will be on Friday August 17, at 7:30.

Release party number TWO will be at Pegasus Books in Berkeley, with readings by: Franklin Bruno, K. Lorraine Graham, Mark Wallace, William Moor, and my co-editor Mathew Timmons. This one is Saturday August 18, at 7:30.

I will be doing other things, but nonetheless I will be picturing these events, on a small tableau inside my heart. The only thing I cannot readily picture is how Franklin Bruno will read (or otherwise present?) his bizarre piece, ournal of Philosophy.

Hopefully someone(s) will write down descriptions of these events. . .

Open Letter to William Moor

Hi William,

I had believed, incorrectly, that you might be S-- M--. But now I find there is a real S-- M--. She is a "real person."

Clearly, old friend, you are slipping. It used to be that there were no "real people," only you. But now, you have been superceded by a real person.

Still, her poems were much better when I thought you wrote them. That is because you are such a good poet!! But if you keep letting real people take your place, I do not know what will become of you. I tell you all this just to caution you, because matters of reputation matter.

I am going to post this letter to my blog, to publicly "out" you. This is only done for your edification, and encouragement, don't worry. Also, i'll edit this letter to protect the feelings of "real people."

Yours, caringly,


Thursday, August 9, 2007

This article by Jules and Maxwell Boykoff, critiqu...

This article by Jules and Maxwell Boykoff, critiquing the notion of "balance" in American journalism, is quite good, and helps to explain why many intelligent people in America believe that rising temperatures are probably natural, even though most of the world's scientists do not hold that view. It's all in the framing, baby.

The sad thing about this article is it's three years old and not much has changed. . . The temperature is changing much more rapidly than the frame is. . .

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Moving Walkways by K. Lorraine Graham

So, during this cross-country drive, all 50+ hours of it, sometimes a boy became a little drowsy. Now, naturally a boy prefers not to become dead, and therefore stern practices were employed to keep a boy awake, such as: stinging slaps to each cheek! More hot coffee! More stinging slaps! Different music! Change the channel! More stinging slaps! (Enough stinging slaps brings on a bit of a headache, unfortunately, but better a self-inflicted headache than to run into a truck.)

Now, for the first 20 or so hours of this I did not start reaching for the poetry CDs, because, it is well known, poetry CDS are notably soporific. And yet finally I was tired of hot coffee and hitting myself in the face, tired of my CDs and quite tired of classic rock and Nashville country, and so I decided to put in the one poetry CD I had with me: Moving Walkways by K. Lorraine Graham (released recently by Narrowhouse Recordings). One reason I decided to do this was that I remembered from recent readings in LA how aggro K. Lorraine's reading style has become, and she had also assured me when I bought the thing that if I enjoyed anger there would be a lot there for me. And indeed the CD was steely! Lorraine's delivery is precise and forceful, and I found myself much more alert listening to her read than I had been listening to Pecos, Texas's hiphop station. The poems offer assessments of a woman's situation in society now, using irony, charm, and unexpected associations to challenge any sense of women's situation being normal or transparent. The beauty of the poems is their whimsy, I suppose, a sort of outraged whimsy that draws associative connections very casually and lightly--making this a poetry of the everyday, but of a threatened everyday. And another part of the whimsy, it seems to me, is that Lorraine ever-so-casually threatens back--this is a poetry of response which, while you are in its spell, displaces anyone else's everyday with the everyday of this specific consciousness. This is a form of the whimsical which is ambitious and invasive and very funny--whimsy on the attack.

Due to the difficulty of quoting a recording, I won't try to do that, but I would recommend this recording, for fans of Lorraine's work, fans of well-read poetry, and those who are planning to drive at night across hundreds of miles of arid grassland.