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Posts Tagged ‘Rue’

Barefaced varmints

In Etiquette, Poetry, Religion on September 3, 2010 at 7:07 pm

Litany for Regifting
Reb Livingston

Your animus toward Her is judging
as you expound the soul who spellbound and hunted,
for you are the animal with the anvil and Her poorest choice.
Remedy Her for the sake of the Shepherd’s principle,
the face and master who is you.
For this apologia,
you are ordinary and loathsome.
Remember this, fourth-rate narrator:
Her gifts were debased,
displaced among white elephants,
barefaced varmints full of dicked offense.

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A moment

In Confessional, How to, Poetry on August 27, 2010 at 12:53 pm

I have 3 pieces in the new Artifice (#2), coming out in October.

Never piss off a poet, unless you want them to give you free books. Reb Livingston lets us know in no uncertain terms that reviewing poetry books is good, and then seriously backs that shit up. I am so on board, and will be reviewing Laurel Snyder‘s The Myth of the Simple Machines for Galatea Resurrects. Besides Galatea, there are quite a few places that solicit reviews of poetry books, even aside from posting on your own blog or website. I’ve listed a few below, but there are many more:

Boxcar Poetry Review first run books only, no chapbooks
Rain Taxi
The American Poetry Journal
Rattle
The Quarterly Conversation
Broken Pencil as of 8/5, seeking reviews of small press poetry book titles
Valparaiso Poetry Review

This seems like as good a time as any to announce my plan to review a poetry book a day in September. I have bunch of books stacked up, waiting to be talked about, and had planned to do this for National Poetry Month in April, but then life went crazy. Things have settled down now, and I can. I only have about half a month’s worth of books, though, so I’ll do it until I run out, unless anybody has something they’d like me to review to fill out the month, in which case I can do that. They’ll probably all be good, don’t worry. Some better than others, though.

The Answer to the Puzzle
Laurel Snyder

The answer to the puzzle
is the mauled bird on the sidewalk,
and the feathers.

The answer to the puzzle
is that things keep getting less lovely,
but more interesting.

When the girl falls
through the air from the top
of a very tall building,

she sees everything
rush past her in great detail
but with little promise.

Onlookers see, “Some girl
cutting through the air
like a knife cuts through water.”

They gasp and say, “How terrible.
That poor girl. It’s just awful.”
And it really is. A moment.

This one’s for you, Kid

In Celebrity, Poetry, Prose on July 15, 2010 at 10:46 am

Your Dog Dies
Raymond Carver

it gets run over by a van.
you find it at the side of the road
and bury it.
you feel bad about it.
you feel bad personally,
but you feel bad for your daughter,
about the dog getting run over by a van
and how you looked after it,
took it out into the woods
and buried it deep, deep,
and that poem turns out so good
you’re almost glad the little dog
was run over, or else you’d never
have written that good poem.
then you sit down to write
a poem about writing a poem
about the death of that dog,
but while you’re writing you
hear a woman scream
your name, your first name,
both syllables,
and your heart stops.
after a minute, you continue writing.
she screams again.
you wonder how long this can go on.


I’m sorry, rollerfink. Kid was the best. He’s with Corey Haim (Rambo’s Little Brother!) now.

Chinchillas

In Confessional, How to, Music on March 13, 2010 at 9:40 pm

Chinchilla is one of the most costly and fragile of furs, and is best suited to a brunette with a good complexion.

It’s upsetting.

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.

I just guess

In Art, Confessional, Music on February 13, 2010 at 2:41 pm

I am so fucking disgustingly bummed today I can’t stand it. I will die.

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Pours like a fountain

In Confessional, How to, Music on February 6, 2010 at 11:53 pm

I was so busy procrastinating on things today, that now I have to phone my blog post in at the last minute, but in a nice way, with Shelby Lynne.

River pig

In Art, Poetry, Science on February 4, 2010 at 6:21 pm

Albertus Seba

I cannot see her tonight.
I have to give her up,
so I will eat fugu.
Buson

Wop bam boom

In Beverage, Music, Poetry on January 31, 2010 at 12:58 am


Song of Solomon 2:5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love.

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Over Pushkin & Gogol

In Drama, Poetry, Prose on January 9, 2010 at 2:23 am

Incidences
Daniil Kharms

(7) Pushkin and Gogol
GOGOL falls out from the wings on to the stage and quietly lies there.
PUSHKIN appears on stage, stumbles over GOGOL and falls.
PUSHKIN: What the devil! Seems I’ve tripped over Gogol!
GOGOL (Getting up): What a vile abomination! You can’t even have a rest.
(Walks off, stumbles over PUSHKIN and falls) Seems I’ve stumbled over
Pushkin!
PUSHKIN (Getting up): Not a minute’s peace! (Walks off, stumbles over
GOGOL and falls) What the devil! Seems I’ve tripped over Gogol again!
GOGOL (Getting up): Always an obstacle in everything! (Walks off, stumbles
over PUSHKIN and falls) It’s a vile abomination! Tripped over Pushkin again!
PUSHKIN (Getting up): Hooliganism! Sheer hooliganism! (Walks off, stumbles
over GOGOL and falls) What the devil! Tripped over Gogol again!
GOGOL (Getting up): It’s sheer mockery! (Walks off, stumbles over PUSHKIN
and falls) Tripped over Pushkin again!
PUSHKIN (Getting up): What the devil! Well, really, what the devil! (Walks
off, stumbles over GOGOL and falls) Over Gogol!
GOGOL (Getting up): Vile abomination! (Walks off, stumbles over PUSHKIN
and falls) Over Pushkin!
PUSHKIN (Getting up): What the devil! (Walks off, stumbles over GOGOL
and falls into the wings) Over Gogol!
GOGOL (Getting up): Vile abomination! (Walks off into wings; from offstage)
Over Pushkin!
(Curtain)
(1934)