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Not NPM

In Confessional, History, Poetry on August 28, 2010 at 11:43 am

These are the titles I won’t be posting about for National Poetry Month last April, but instead will be doing daily in September. I’m pulling them at random from a suitcase right next to me to determine the order. There aren’t quite enough for an entire month, so if anybody has a poetry book they’d like me to talk about this month, feel free to comment, or e-mail me at oddcitrusdotcamiatgmaildotcom and we can figure it out. Any leftover days will be for poetry publications and anthologies, I think.

Sept. 1Personationskin, by Karl Parker
Sept. 2Cadaver Dogs, by Rebecca Loudon
Sept. 3God Damsel, by Reb Livingston
Sept. 4We Were Eternal and Gigantic, by Evelyn Hampton
Sept. 5A Conventional Weather, by John Pursley III
Sept. 6Say, Poem, by Adam Robinson
Sept. 7In Another Castle, by Matthew Shindell
Sept. 8 Feign, by Kristy Bowen
Sept. 9 –   MC Oroville’s Answering Machine, by Mike Young
Sept. 10In the Particular Particular, by Stephanie Anderson
Sept. 11 – The Forgiveness Parade, by Jeffrey McDaniel
Sept. 12Lamu, by Steve Timm
Sept. 13Arbor, by Melissa Ginsburg
Sept. 14Exit Interview, by Paul Guest
Sept. 15Radish King, by Rebecca Loudon
Sept. 16The Emperor’s Sofa, by Greg Santos
Sept. 17make-believe love-making, by Ana Carrete

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Jumping around

In Film, History, Hobby on February 8, 2010 at 11:54 pm

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Redheaded wife

In Art, History, Prose on February 3, 2010 at 6:24 am

Out of nowhere, the beautiful Chinese girl walked into his life  . . . just as the redheaded wife walked out

Remember when almost every print magazine contained good literature? Me neither, but here is Moon Over Manhattan, by Pearl S. Buck, in McCall’s in 1953. The superb illustration reminds me of what Marty D. Ison does for Smokelong Quarterly today.

Christmas morning

In Confessional, History, Surprises on December 25, 2009 at 7:05 am

Wound Man

In History, Prose, Science on December 4, 2009 at 4:55 pm

Remember how we used to annotate things?

We annotated everything. All the time. Our friends would say you guys, always annotating.

What happened?

So very great

In Beverage, History, Prose on December 3, 2009 at 12:47 pm

I have a piece up at for every year in honor of the year good beer became mandatory in Germany. That never happened here.

Coppi

In Celebrity, History, Photography on November 16, 2009 at 12:01 am

The Daily FaustoFausto, you are the only king left to us!

Doors, abandon

In Architecture, Confessional, History on November 13, 2009 at 6:08 pm

Abandoned Places in the World

I’ve been neglectful, and I’m sorry. It’s a busy month for me writing and otherwise, but I will be gradually picking it all back up again.

We don’t walk so badly

In History, Photography, Prose on October 15, 2009 at 2:19 am

Okinawa Soba - Collodoin Emulsion Photo on Glass from OLD JAPAN

Excursion into the Mountains
Franz Kafka

“I don’t know,” I cried without a sound, “I just don’t know. If nobody comes, then nobody comes. I have not done anyone any harm, nobody has done me any harm, but nobody wants to help me. Absolutely nobody. But really it is not this way. Just that nobody helps me — otherwise absolutely nobody would be fine. I would really like — and why not? — to make an excursion in the company of absolutely nobody. Into the mountains of course, where else? How these nobodies press against each other, all these arms, crossed and entangled, all these feet, separated by tiny steps! It is understood that everyone is in tails. We don’t walk so badly, and the wind moves through the gaps that we and our limbs leave open. In the mountains throats become free! It’s a wonder we don’t sing.”

trans. by Kevin Blahut
published by Twisted Spoon Press

Early breaking news

In History, Household, Prose on October 12, 2009 at 8:19 pm

Okay, I should have posted about this a long time ago, but I didn’t. But I still will, anyway, because it’s so good. It’s Scrotal Cash, the featherproof books collection of remixes of Blake Butler‘s crazy-excellent, highly reviewed book, Scorch Atlas. Basically, amazing writers deconstructed, reconstructed, unconstructed and co-destructed the original work into things altogether else, things  innovative, harrowing, beautiful, incredible.

The authors included entered a contest judged by Blake Butler, and they are Matt Bell, Andrew Borgstrom, Jon Cone, Elizabeth Ellen, Brian Evenson, Christopher Higgs, Catherine Lacey, John Madera, Matthew Simmons, J.A. Tyler, and Marcus Whale— and that’s not even including the winner, Krammer Abrahams, whose story brilliantly twists the apocalyptics of Scorch Atlas inside out and applies them to interfamilial dynamics– one family, complete with pets and spare parents, is the atlas, and the devastation is absurd and appalling.

Anyway, it can be downloaded for free from featherproof books, but schemes are afoot to produce and sell limited edition hard copies.  Blake Butler is working to put together some copies for interested parties, and Krammer Abrahams might like to hand-deliver you his own handmade copy, for just $100. If you live in the continental United States, and if there are 10 of you.

Happy Columbus Day!

Historical Smurf