Cami Park

Posts Tagged ‘Religion’

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.

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Muscly back

In History, Prose, Sex on September 27, 2009 at 3:08 pm

Avon Book Cover #1505

I wrote Beautiful Plague for the year 1505 for for every year.

Hettie and Joice and Daisy

In Drama, Poetry, Surprises on September 8, 2009 at 7:07 pm

Rebecca Loudon is punching poetry in the gut and not saying sorry over at Radish King, HERE and HERE and HERE. Remember breathing.

Rebecca Loudon's Bee Tattoo

Pocket by Tim Horvath

In Fashion, Philosophy, Prose on June 27, 2009 at 9:37 pm

I read this today over at DIAGRAM. I liked it a lot. It’s crazy inventive in so many ways, but mostly I thought, who would think of not making pocket plural? It integrated into the story so well, and the author got so much out of it.  In a note about the piece at the very end, Tim Horvath says, “(((()))) If the string theorists are right, the universe teems with hidden dimensions; pockets abound. To make even a single new one, then, is to play at being God,” which is an amazing thing to say, I think.

So, read that, I would suggest.

Evolution of Jellyfish

In Confessional, History, Poetry on June 16, 2009 at 8:45 pm

Winstons

Once we got the hang of it, we
breathed circles around each other.

Skipped foreheads off
rocks, chewed
embers.

Jellyfish,
left to their own
devices, developed spines, got
religion, eschewed
risk

made Gods of sticks.

–Cami Park (me)

originally published in tinfoildresses