Cami Park

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Over the moon

In Confessional, Poetry, Prose on March 10, 2010 at 8:04 pm

My poem about expiring, “LA Confidences,” is a semi-finalist for Flatmancrooked’s Poetry Prize, and will be published in the Flatmancrooked Volume of Contemporary Poetics along with the 44 other semi-finalists plus a few well-known poets like Li-Young Lee, Eleni Sikelianos, and Forrest Gander. I am beside myself, and so happy for ana c.‘s original inspiration.

MABEL

In Art, Confessional, Prose on March 9, 2010 at 8:17 pm

I have a new story, Even the Smallest, up at the always fresh Wigleaf. Plus a postcard.

Her even rot

In List, Photography, Prose on March 4, 2010 at 11:28 am

Two things that have one thing in common but are great by themselves:

Black by Andrew Borgstrom at Abjective

AND

Ohey! by Darby Larson at Wigleaf

3 monks and a priest

In Confessional, Poetry, Prose on March 2, 2010 at 7:40 pm

I wrote Last Meals of the Saints for for every year. I’m not meaning to hog the 16th century or anything, but Crispin had a contributor drop out at the last second, plus I was inspired by Henry VIII‘s mass execution of 3 monks and a priest in that year, 1535.

Also, Travis Kurowski was my excellent HTMLG Secret Santa for X-mas, and he got me a subscription to a poetry journal I wasn’t familiar with, The Lumberyard, and I just got Issue #5 in the mail, and it’s a sumptuous, gorgeous, letter-pressed thing. This particular issue is dedicated to truckers, and it reminds me a bit of Forklift, Ohio (my favorite) sensibility-wise. A CD from Seclusion is enclosed -Three Bridges -Hostile Impetus. I haven’t listened to it yet, because honestly, the whole thing is just too pretty to take apart. With poetry by Brett Eugene Ralph, Kathleen McGookey, Dan Pinkerton, Yikilo Hiskiss, Tiffany Turner, M. Bartley Siegel, and Derek Mong individually and carefully formatted, it’s a complete treat to see and feel and read.

Red bull

In Confessional, Poetry, Prose on March 1, 2010 at 3:23 pm

Randoms.

I have a match-sized piece up at Matchbook, along with a “critical thought,” which isn’t either, really.

Rollerfink‘s amazingly amazing Orlando Innamorato (“Orlando in Love”) was nominated by for every year for the storySouth Million Writers Award, because it’s so fucking awesome, that’s why.  At least, that’s the only reason I can think of.

Lincoln Michel has a new poem at elimae. I’ve liked Lincoln Michel since I published some of his work as poetry editor at Night Train awhiles back. I’ve followed him around since, as he’s launched Gigantic and been busy other ways. I was happy to see poetry from him again.

Get out of the bullet

In Philosophy, Photography, Prose on February 24, 2010 at 8:46 am

The Dove
Djuna Barnes

THE DOVE: There are enough people preventing things, aren’t there?
VERA: Yes — that’s why you frighten me.
THE DOVE: Because I let everything go on, as far as it can go?
VERA: Yes, because you disturb nothing.
THE DOVE: I see.
VERA: You never meddle —
THE DOVE: No, I never meddle.
VERA: You don’t even observe as other people do, you don’t watch. Why, if I were to come up to you, wringing my hands saying, “Amelia has shot herself,” I don’t believe you would stand up.
THE DOVE: No, I don’t suppose I would, but I would do something for all that.
VERA: What?
THE DOVE: I should want to be very sure you wrung your hands as much as possible, and that Amelia had gotten all there was to get out of the bullet before she died.

Hula, hula

In Film, Hobby, Prose on February 22, 2010 at 9:24 pm

Witches have no wit, said the magician who was weak. Hula, hula, said the witches.Norman Mailer, An American Dream

True for life

In Confessional, Philosophy, Prose on February 21, 2010 at 2:38 am

Fuck me for not being Lydia Davis.

Still. It’s not for everyone.

Slap Hand

In Confessional, Poetry, Prose on February 18, 2010 at 4:25 pm

My contributor’s copy of Wrong Tree Review arrived in the mail, plus a fun bonus toy– Slap Hand! Sheldon Lee Compton treats his writers right. I haven’t stopped not writing since. Anyway, it’s full of good stuff, from familiar people like Matt Bell, Rusty Barnes, xTx, Stephen Graham Jones, and Ethel Rohan, plus others I’m not so familiar with, like Foust, K. L. Cook, and John Oliver Hodges.

Also, there are things that exist outside of America. I found out about Retort Magazine, based in Australia, from Laura Ellen Scott, and Jason Lee Norman turned me on to Narwhal, a cool-looking Canadian journal. They are now on my list of places.

Patches on my pants

In Confessional, Music, Prose on February 14, 2010 at 12:46 am

I wrote Niccolò Machiavelli Answers Questions Online Literary Magazines Ask Other Authors for for every year.

I hope to finish 3 very short stories by 5PM (EST) on the 17th for this Harvard Book Store thing.

I want to write something to submit to Titular. I like their concept, but I’m kind of intimidated by Krammer Abrahams.

I really love the blues.