Thursday, December 24, 2009

Jason Schneiderman's Next Book

Jason Schneiderman's won the Snyder Prize from Ashland Poetry Press for Striking Surface. Find all the details here.

You can get his debut title, Sublimation Point, from Four Way Books.

Jason's one of the first people I met when I started writing, and he's always been so supportive of others around him. He's one of the kindest and most hard working guys out there. Keep an eye out for the new one, and pick up his first if you don't already have it.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Another Giveaway from Nate Pritts

Nate Pritts is giving away another one of his previous books on Goodreads. Check it out by clicking right here.

Enter to win a copy or you can order it from Main Street Rag Press via the H_NGM_N site.

This is all in anticipation for the next full-length book of poems by Nate Pritts, The Wonderfull Yeare, coming in January from Cooper Dillon Books.

But before that, Jill Alexander Essbaum's Devastation is heating up the printers as well speak, and should be available any minute now.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Year & a Day

It's been one year and a day since I arrived in San Diego after three years of living in Illinois, and a few months stumbling around all over New York State and wandering around Florida for a couple of days.

Thank you all for keeping up and supporting. I with I could see you more often. Feel free to get in touch if you're planning on being in Southern California. And please keep up here, on the facebook, and over at Cooper Dillon Books.


Monday, December 7, 2009

Win a book by Nate Pritts

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Listen to Jill!

Jill Alexander Essbaum is featured in the December edition of the Poetry Magazine Podcast. Tune in around the 9th minute to hear her read poems, and catch the mention of Cooper Dillon Books by the fine gentlemen.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Get Gary's Book from CooperDillon

Gary L. McDowell's They Speak of Fruit is now for sale at Cooper Dillon Books!

Get your copy today!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

more from Cooper Dillon


Head on over and check things out. We've tweaked the look, and will be bringing you Gary L. McDowell's They Speak of Fruit before you sit down to make your Thanksgiving feast.

If you want to learn a bit about Polish, check out Russell Evatt, the Krakow Migrant.

As always, please take a look though the blogroll, and make a new friend.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

If you're not where I am...

On Wednesday in Chicago (from Lady Guth):

Please join us from 7-9 p.m. on Wednesday, November 4 for readings by Chicago authors Kathie Bergquist (curator of Sappho's Salon and co-author of A Field Guide to Gay and Lesbian Chicago) and Geoff Hyatt (whose dark fantasy novel, Malagon Rising, is forthcoming in 2010 from Leucrota Press), local poet Andrew Lewellen and Minnesota poet Wendy Brown-Baez.

Since it's one year to the day of the Presidential elections, this month's theme is "Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes." Trivia questions may range from politics to transgenderism to yes, maybe David Bowie.

As always, we're in the back room at Sheffield's, 3258 N. Sheffield Ave. There's a $3 cover. Grab a seat, a cocktail and a bite to eat at 7 p.m. Readings begin at 7:30 p.m. You're welcome to stick around for cocktails and conversation with the authors and audience after the event.

Team Reading Under the Influence

OR, if you're near the Bronx on Nov. 7th (from Ada):

2010 Access to Artists Festival:
A Celebration of Poetry, Music, Theatre, And Dance
Produced by the NuyoRican School Poetry Jazz Ensemble, Inc.
In partnership with Bronx Hispanic Festival, the Bronx Library Center,
and The Bronx Council on the Arts

November Hispanic Heritage Month
Libro Abierto:
Feria Literario Latino Americano Del Bronx

Saturday, November 7, 2009 1 pm - 2 pm
Bronx Library Center,
310 East Kingsbridge Road, Bronx, NY 10458

Poetry Reading:
with poets Ada Limón & Urayoan Noel
and Open Mic!! Free!

Saturday, October 31, 2009

If you're on the GoodReads

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Goodbye, Dear Friend

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

If You're in NYC on 10/21

Hello all,

I'm hosting a reading this Wednesday with two great poets.
Come if you're in town. It's a chance to see an established poet
(memoirist/essayist/Esquire's darling-ist) and an exciting up-and-comer
read new work. It's the real deal kind of poetry.


Featuring Alex Dimitrov & Alex Lemon
Organized by Ada Limón

Join us for the first reading in the Center's 2009 Fall Broadside
Reading Series. Limited edition, letterpress printed broadsides
featuring the poems of both readers will be available after the

When: Wednesday, Oct. 21 at 6:30 PM

Where: The Center for Book Arts
28 West 27th Street, Third Floor (Between 6th Avenue and Broadway)

How Much: $10/$5 Members (Suggested)
Guests receive a free letterpress broadside.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Sunday Take

Thursday, October 15, 2009

He's been there the whole time, outside my door

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

If You're in NYC: Ada Limon & Lytton Smith (& a couple of others)

Below, find the announcement of a reading I wish I could be at. If you're in NYC, get to it:

Projection: A Reading Series

Image: Zach Pace

Wednesday, September 30, 8pm

$5 Suggested Donation

Tom Healy, Ada Limon, Lytton Smith and Roy Perez


361 Manhattan Avenue, Unit 1

Brooklyn, NY 11211



L Trian to Graham Avenue (3rd Stop in Brooklyn)

Exit right out of turnstyle

Left down Graham Avenue

Left on Jackson Street

Right on Manhattan Avenue


361 Manhattan Avenue between Jackson St. and Withers St

Williamsburg, Brooklyn

Curated by Zach Pace, Projection features text projected beside the reader to produce a unique sonic and visual experience of the literary arts. This reading series, happening once month at CPR, differs from others by utilizing projections of the poems on-screen behind the reader. A great deal of kinetic energy is lost when an audience simply hears a poem. It's important for listeners to visually follow the reader. Audience will view the choices made by author on the page--including word-choice, syntax and line-length--therefore receiving the work in its complete presentation. Projection inaugurates the first performative-literary event at CPR.


Tom Healy's first book, What the Right Hand Knows is just out from Four Way Books. Once upon a time, Tom studied at Harvard and Columbia, opened one of the first galleries in Chelsea and served as president of Lower Manhattan Cultural Council, where he led efforts to rebuild the downtown arts community after 9/11. He now teaches at Pratt and the Goreé Institute in Dakar, Senegal. He is a contributing editor at BOMB and serves on the boards of Creative Time and Poets House. His poems and essays have appeared in the Paris Review, Yale Review, Tin House and Salmagundi.

“The smiles [these poems] compel are taut and tight-lipped, but the language conjuring that pleasure is at once sumptuous and cost-effective, precise and loving."
-Richard Howard

Ada Limón’s first book, lucky wreck, was the winner of the Autumn House Poetry Prize and her second book, This Big Fake World, was the winner of the Pearl Poetry Prize. She’s won the Chicago Literary Award and fellowships from the Provincetown Fine Arts Work Center and the New York Foundation for the Arts. Her work has appeared in the Iowa Review, Subtropics, Barrow Street, The New Yorker, and others. She is the Creative Director, Advertising for Travel + Leisure. Her third book of poems, Sharks in the Rivers, will be published by Milkweed Editions in 2010.

“There’s no other poet that so naturally weaves story and verse, humor and sadness. The ‘familiar’ story becomes unexpectedly appetizing through Limón’s singular ability to ‘make a fire out of everyday things.’” —CUTBANK MONTANA

Lytton Smith
was born in Galleywood, England, and lives in New York City, where he is a founding member of Blind Tiger Poetry, a group which aims to find innovative ways to promote contemporary poetry. His poems and reviews have appeared in American Letters & Commentary, The Atlantic, Boston Review, Tin House, Verse, and the anthologyAll That Mighty Heart: London Poems, among others. His book, The All-Purpose Magical Tent (Nightboat Books, 2009) was selected by Terrance Hayes for the Nightboat Prize. His chapbook, Monster Theory, was selected by Kevin Young for a Poetry Society of America Chapbook Fellowship and published in 2008. He has taught creative writing, translation, and expository writing at Columbia University.

“…A subtle fusion of wit and whims.”
—Mark Ford

Roy Pérez is a founding member of the Birdsong Collective in Brooklyn and a regular contributor to the Birdsong zine. He is a graduate of the University of Central Florida, where he was poetry editor at The Cypress Dome and a fiction reader at The Florida Review. He is currently completing a Ph.D. in American literature at NYU. Roy's first collection of poems, Inch Back, will appear as three little chapbooks to be published serially by Birdsong Press in 2010.

CPR programming made possible through generous support by the Foundation for Contemporary Arts.

Thursday, September 17, 2009


If you'll be at AWP Denver and are kicking around sharing a room with folks, send me an email, and maybe we can work something you.

I'll be at AWP '10, in Denver, representing Cooper Dillon Books. You'll find me in the book fair chilling with Le Pink-Elephant Press--if you don't know who they are, find them on the facebook. They'd love to read your work.

All the Cooper Dillon authors will be at the event. Jill Alexander Essbaum will sign your book; Gary L. McDowell will likely buy you a drink; Nate Pritts will happily punch you, and you might be able to talk him into taking one from you.

See you around the corner!

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Guth vs. Brown

Monday, August 31, 2009

Plants: My housemates.

I was sifting through this blog looking for a photo from a while back, and came across this post. It reminded me of a little story a friend told me the other day about how the inventor of the polygraph also experimented with the machine on his plants, and apparently the needles jumped when he threatened to harm the plants in the same way they jump when one lies. A kinesiological response.

I can dig this, and love my plants. They can be traumatized (by being crushed, or accidently sucked into the vacuum, for example) so it stands to reason they can also be relaxed or excited.

The point is, my plants have grown a lot in 10 months since the photo in the linked post was taken. You can see them in the background here, back in March:

And this was just taken tonight:

The money tree was given to me about three years ago this last week, and it was very small--in a 2 inch pot. The aloe was knocked over by a cat many times in Illinois, and almost didn't make it. They've been with me a long time, and I've taken to getting clippings of various vines and things from around town, and placing them in water to root. I have an avacado pit on my desk at work that's cracking open with a root right now.

I'm simply impressed with how rapidly the two have grown since we (me and plants) arrived in San Diego. I live here, in North Park, with them.

If you don't have loved ones near by, in your home, nor a pet, I hope you have some plants. They're excellent listeners, and are wonderful company. Do you have any? What kind? Where do they thrive best in the house?

Saturday, August 22, 2009

From the neighborhood...

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

from Cooper Dillon Books

Nate Pritts' The Wonderful Yeare will be the first full-length from Cooper Dillon Books.

Follow him on twitter: @n8pritts & the press @cooperdillon

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Be a Better Person & Support a Small Press!

Sunday, August 2, 2009

If you have a Capri...

Cracked Slab

In other news, Cracked Slab Books is running a huge special so they can stay alive. Garin Cycholl gives a great reading, and you can get his book from them for about $10 with shipping. Support if you've got the scratch.

Friday, July 24, 2009

From Hobart

Just So You Know

Thursday, July 23, 2009

The Little Things

Straight on the heels of Adam Clay's In a World of Ideas, I Feel No Particular Loyalty,
Cinematheque Press has made available for order Ada Limón's What Sucks Us In
Will Surely Swallow Us Whole.

She tells you all about it over here, at her blog. I've ordered mine, and think you
should do that same.

Speaking of little books, Big Game Books will send you a fantastic small book if you write
Maureen a little note. Her news is at the site. The poem is quite beautiful.


New Knox

Here it is, straight from Octopus Magazine.

Jennifer L. Knox has a new book coming from Bloof not nearly soon enough for me,
The Mystery of the Hidden Driveway.


And Johnny-O: Good luck in prison!

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

What Doesn't She Do?

The ever-moving/shaking Amy Guth shows some skin at Chicago Subtext:

When I miss the midwest, she's definitely on the list of reasons why. If you're not reading Chicago Subtext, please start. It's chalk full of interesting/useful/entertaining/very smart stuff.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

This just In

Sunday Prayer

It's been a routine of interrupted routine, and that'd be all right if I was getting to everything. For example, I've cut down on coffee, but in the excitement from a craigslist search, I forgot yesterday to drink it entirely--and fumes from Liquid Wrench don't substitute. Little things like this keep moving aside other little things that happen to be a little more parts of the normal day.

One thing I've been resolved to do is read some poems daily--which is the easiest way to make sure some writing gets done almost every day. I have a tiny stack of books on the desk, and would like to share one with you. Thank Russ, the Kraków Migrant. I miss workshopping poems with him.

from Robert Hass

For Czesław Miłosz in Kraków

The fog has hovered off the coast for weeks
And given us a march of brilliant days
You wouldn't recognize--who have grumbled
So eloquently about gray days on Grizzly Peak--
Unless they put you in mind of puppet pegeants
Your poems remember from Lithuanian market towns
Just after the First World War. Here's more theater:
A mule-tail doe gave birth to a pair of fawns
A couple of weeks ago just outside your study
In the bed of oxalis by the redwood trees.
Having dropped by that evening, I saw,
Though at first I couldn't tell what I was seeing,
A fawn, wet and shivering, curled almost
In a ball under the thicket of hazel and toyon.
I've read somewhere that does hide the young
As best they can and then go off to browse
And recruit themselves. They can't graze the juices
In the leaves if they stay to protect the newborns.
It's the glitch in engineering through which chance
And terror enter on the world. I looked closer
At the fawn. It was utterly still and trembling,
Eyes closed, possibly asleep. I leaned to smell it:
There was hardly a scent. She had licked all traces
Of the rank birth-smell away. Do you remember
This fragment from Anacreon?--the context,
Of course, was probably erotic: "...her gently,
Like an unweaned fawn left alone in a forest
By it's antlered mother, frail, trembling with fright."
It's a verse--you will like this detail--found
In the papyrus that wrapped a female mummy
A museum in Cairo was examining in 1956.
I remember the time that a woman in Portland
Asked if you were a reader of Flannery O'Connor.
You winced regretfully, shook your head,
And said, "You know, I don't agree with the novel."
I think you haven't agreed, in this same sense,
With life, never accepted the cruelty in the frame
Of things, brooding on your century, and God the Monster,
And the smell of summer grasses in the world
That can hardly be named or remembered
Past the moment of our wading through them,
And the world's poor salvation in the world. Well,
Dear friend, you resisted. You were not mute.
Mark tells me he has seen the fawns grazing
with their mother in the dusk. Gorging on your roses--
So it seems they made it through the night
And neither dog nor car has got to them just yet.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

From Poland with Love

If you happen to be interested in a Texas gentleman's immersions in Poland, you should be reading Russ Evatt's Krakow Migrant, a blog chalk full of fascinating cultural lessons, interesting language tidbits, humility, and general warmth and kind-heartedness, as is his way.

Perhaps he'll soon begin to Tweet from Adam Zagajewski's front lawn.

Monday, July 6, 2009

If You're in NYC (From Ada)

Hi all,

Again, this is a bit last minute, so please don't feel obligated, but I am reading (she calls it a LIVE poetry I will try and remain so) with my dear Jason Schneiderman on Wednesday night at a gallery reception on the Upper West Side and would love to see you!



P.S. Future reading save-the-date: Reading in Bryant Park on August 18.

Heading Home: A Summer Group Show

Home is a place we yearn for, return to and sometimes run from

July 8 – September 13, 2009

Opening Reception in the Gallery, Wednesday, July 8, 6-8 pm

Featuring a live poetry reading by award-winning poets

Susan Eley Fine Art • 46 West 90th Street, Fl 2 • 917-952-7641 •

Ada Limón and Jason Schneiderman

“Make two homes for thyself... One actual home... and another spiritual home, which thou art to carry with thee always” ~ St. Catherine of Siena

Images of houses—rural and urban, plush and decrepit, imagined and real— explore individual interpretations of home.

This group exhibition of some two dozen works includes exteriors of houses and symbols of the home in the form of images incorporating family members, furniture, household objects, plants and intimate still life compositions. Artists include painters Angela A’Court, James Isherwood, Karen Jenkins, Kim Luttrell, Anne Pundyk, Barbara Strasen and Shira Toren; and photographers Robert Hite, Dick Lopez, Carolyn Monastra and Maria Passarotti.

The artists surprise us with their eclectic views and unexpected use of scale, compelling us to rethink our notion of home as not only a place of comfort and solace to which we retreat each day, but also home in the classic fairytale sense, where there may be an evil stepmother or a witch lurking behind the scenes, instilling uncertainty, loneliness and even a fear of death.

Highlights include Pundyk’s “Grand Trianon” a watery landscape with two elegant Versailles style chairs, reflecting the opulence of the French palace, Isherwood’s colorful, fragmented structures built from layers of paint, collaged and textured; and Jenkins’ romantic Hopper-esque interiors, glimpsed through portals and windows.

Among the photographs are Lopez’s Brooklyn townhouse façade with French doors, hidden behind menacing security gates, and Monastra’s “Twilight,” featuring a seemingly overgrown figure crouched in an upper window of a warmly lit, diminutive country home.

“Heading Home” has a particular relevance at the moment as the nation faces an economic downturn. People are finding themselves at home not by choice, but by circumstance, as unemployment rates rise. Home is also a place of ruin for some as they face foreclosure and are forced to move. Yet, home in the home sweet home sense will always be a beloved person or a space where we feel most at ease and can be our freest and most creative selves.


Ada Limón is from Sonoma, CA., and has an MFA from the Creative Writing Program at NYU. She has received fellowships from the Provincetown Fine Arts Work Center and the New York Foundation for the Arts and won the Chicago Literary Award for Poetry. Her first book, lucky wreck, was the winner of the 2005 Autumn House Poetry Prize. Her second book, this big fake world, was the winner of the 2005 Pearl Poetry Prize. She is the Creative Director of Travel + Leisure Magazine and teaches a Master Class in Poetry at Columbia University. Her third book of poems, Sharks in the Rivers, will be published by Milkweed Editions in 2010.

Jason Schneiderman is the author of Sublimation Point, a Stahlecker Selection from Four Way Books. His poems and essays have appeared in numerous anthologies and journals including Best American Poetry, Tin House, American Poetry Review, Poetry London, and The Penguin Book of the Sonnet. He has received fellowships from The Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference, Yaddo, and the Fine Arts Work Center. The recipient of the Emily Dickinson Award from the Poetry Society of America, he is currently completing his doctorate in English at the Graduate Center, CUNY.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

From Hobart

Thought there's a dollar store across the street, they don't have San Diego on the featherproof/Dollar Store Super Summer Tour. Still, take a second to read a message from the Burch:

Happy July, all!

We've got a lot to announce this month, but will try to be as brief
as possible. And with that, and with it being summertime and all,
here's just a little somethin' to break the monotony...


The July HOBART is live now, with new stories from Damian Dressick,
Baird Harper, Stephen Graham Jones, and Jessica Piazza, and an
interview with Larry Fondation by Brian Allen Carr.


HOBART #10 is done and will be shipped to subscribers and preorders
by the middle of the month, as soon as we return from The Dollar
Store Summer Tour of Awesomeness.

Everyone who hasn't already, please order the issue or a
subscription now, so we have a couple extra dollars to be able to
tour with!


Starting this Friday, I will be a part of the featherproof/Dollar
Store Super Summer Tour. Lots more info on the site, but if you live
anywhere near one of these towns, come check us out!

Nashville - Friday, July 3rd
Austin - Sunday, July 5th
Houston - Monday, July 6th
New Orleans - Tuesday, July 7th
Atlanta - Thursday, July 9th
Baltimore - Saturday, July 11th
New York - Sunday, July 12th
Philadelphia - Monday, July 13th
Boston - Tuesday, July 14th
Albany - Wednesday, July 15th
Ann Arbor - Thursday, July 16th

Also, for those on the west coast, I will be coming out that way
with Mary Miller later this summer (more details on this to come):

Seattle - Wednesday, August 5th
Portland - Thursday, August 6th
San Francisco - Saturday, August 8th
Los Angeles - Monday, August 10th

Finally, a quick announcement about some editorial changes around
here with team Hobart. Unfortunately, this month's Hobart will be
Matt Bell's last as part of the web editing team. He has been
announced as the editor of Dzanc's new online literary journal
venture, The Collagist (, and we will
obviously miss him but are excited to see what happens at his new
digs. And, with his exit, we bring a new awesome person aboard:
Andrea Kneeland! So, everyone wish Matt the best and be nice to

Lots and lots of summertime thanks, all.

PO BOX 1658
Ann Arbor, MI 48106

Monday, June 29, 2009

Some Ada Limón in your life

Did you read her interview in the SF Examiner?

If you're in Austin:

Tuesday, June 30 2009

Boog City Presents

d.a. levy lives: celebrating the renegade press

Effing Press (Austin, Texas), featuring readings from

Farrah Field, Ada Limón, Justin Marks, with music from Katie May
Hosted by Effing Press editor Scott Pierce
Curated and with an introduction by Boog City editor David Kirschenbaum

ACA Galleries
529 W. 20th Street, 5th Floor (10th/11th Avenues)
Free, incl. wine & cheese | | | 212-842-2664
Subway: C/E to 23rd Street, or 1/9 to 18th Street

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Happy Birthday, Typewriters!

It's the birthday of the patent of the typewriter.

I might have to pick up some ribbons today, one for each machine. I don't want any one getting jealous of the others.


Amy Guth's next big thing is happening. Click, Chicago. The rest of you too, if you want. I gave Ms.Guth a typewriter once. In fact, I might have given you a typewriter once.

And here's a paste from Wave Books. I'd considering hitting this up if the job wasn't sending me to the Midwest on the dates:

Greetings from Seattle. We are writing to you with the news of a
special THREE-DAY POETRY EVENT coming from Wave Books this August. In
association with the Henry Art Gallery at the University of
Washington, Wave Books is organizing and hosting three days of
poetry, August 14th through 16th, featuring film screenings, a book
arts presentation, art exhibitions, local bookstore discounts, and
readings by Wave authors, in both the Henry Auditorium and the James
Turrell Skyspace.

THE WEEKEND IS LIMITED TO 150 TICKETS, so if you are interested in
attending the event, we encourage you to register as soon as you can!
Full information is available on the Wave Books website here: Please pass this information on
to those who you think might be interested.

TICKETS GRANT YOU ACCESS TO: READINGS both large and small, by a
featured line-up of Wave authors -- including Joshua Beckman, Noelle
Kocot, Dorothea Lasky, Anthony McCann, Richard Meier, Eileen Myles,
Maggie Nelson, Geoffrey Nutter, Matthew Rohrer, Mary Ruefle, Dara
Wier, Jon Woodward, Matthew Zapruder and Rachel Zucker; SCREENINGS OF
RARE FILMS starring John Ashbery, Robin Blaser, Denise Levertov, Frank
O'Hara, James Schuyler, and others; poetry book DISCOUNTS at
participating local, independent bookstores; a BOOK ARTS PRESENTATION
by Sandra Kroupa, Book Arts and Rare Book Curator; and the Henry Art
Gallery and EXHIBITIONS, including exhibitions of work by Chio
Aoshima, Jasper Johns, Ann Lislegaard; new video from China; and
photographic work by Imogen Cunningham, Nan Goldin, Aleksandr
Rodchenko, and others, from the Henry's permanent collection.

TICKETS ARE AVAILABLE for $100/$75 for students. You can purchase
directly online, or by mailing a check to Wave Books, 1938 Fairview
Avenue East, Suite 201, Seattle, WA 98102. For complete event
details, and to purchase tickets, visit:

We hope you will join us for this exciting event. If you have any
questions, please do not hesitate to contact us at Wave Books at: Thank you very much, and we hope to see
you in August.

Wave Books

1938 Fairview Avenue East, Suite 201
Seattle, Washington 98102

Monday, June 22, 2009


So, I resolved to have a workbench in the kitchen. Like most things, these lovely pieces of furniture can be found on craigslist.

It fit in the van:

Alas, it did not fit through the front door...until I took the top off. Of course, after that it wouldn't fit through the kitchen door, and it's too old to take apart and put back together functionally.

So, there's a work bench outside my apartment now:

These things happen. I wanted a bench, found one cheap, and got too excited to take proper measurements, regardless of the 25' Stanley tape measures I keep in my kitchen and car.

I equate this to poetry in that it's a matter of intention. If the goal is simply to have something (a bench, a publication) then it is the wrong motivation, and will not work. If the intent is for a higher purpose (to have a functional bench/to create a quality poem that will or will not get published) requires more care and work. Some skills in spacial relations.

Horrible metaphor, I know. But now I have a surface to eat on outside my house...until it gets stolen. Plus there were a grip of craftsman tools in the drawers, and a vice on top, which is worth at least the $25. And the learning experience, as usual, is priceless.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

On a night like this

San Diego happens to have a wonderful Jazz/Blues station, if you ever want to listen.

A friend in the office (a fellow master of the fine art) and I seem to have a joke we bring up over and over about reading each other's work, only the joke is that we say things like "I just wrote this like, 5 minutes ago. I really think you should read it. I know I just wrote it, but it's really good." When we do this, we're being snobs. We're making fun of people who press their work on other people like that all of the time. We're also, hopefully most of the time, getting into our own processes, and trying to look at context.

This evening, I'm about 9 months behind my notebook. That is to say, I'm only reading what I jotted down back last September, and typewriting it. It'll take another few months before those typewritten lines are read again and put into a file into the computer. So, it seems, a single poem takes about a year to get from my head into something that looks like a "poem." I've come to do this partially because I'm in no hurry, but also because I like to forget. That's a different meditation--in this case, I mean I like to forget the context the original stuff in the notebook was written down in. Because I can't remember what was in my conscious mind when I read the words, they are allowed to have their own context, which seems truer than my perceptions at the time they came.

Better poems come from forgetting. As it happens, I have no ownership over any moments or events. And my ability to witness is limited--my mind moment for moment is silly and distracted.

A different co-worker found a few poems online, and asked, "What were you thinking when you wrote this?"

"I don't know."

And how could we know? What do we know while in the process of creating? It seems to be a process of listening, and it takes longer to hear than it does to have a child. Ain't that something?

From Randell Jarrell's uncollected poems:

The Forsaken Girl
(after Eduard Mörike)

Ere the cock has crowed,
The least star dwindled,
I knell here at the hearth
Till the fire has kindled.

The warm light is beautiful,
The flames soar eagerly.
I stare unseeing
Sunk in my misery.

All at once I remember:
The whole night through,
Dear one, wicked one,
I have dreamed of you.

As I remember,
The tears come one by one.
So the day begins--
If only it were done!


Friday, June 19, 2009

Casual Friday

Congrats to Bloof. What can't they do?

And a couple of event's I go to if I were in the neighborhoods:

1) Tuesday, June 30 2009

Boog City Presents

d.a. levy lives: celebrating the renegade press

Effing Press (Austin, Texas), featuring readings from

Farrah Field, Ada Limón, Justin Marks, with music from Katie May
Hosted by Effing Press editor Scott Pierce
Curated and with an introduction by Boog City editor David Kirschenbaum

ACA Galleries
529 W. 20th Street, 5th Floor (10th/11th Avenues)
Free, incl. wine & cheese | | | 212-842-2664
Subway: C/E to 23rd Street, or 1/9 to 18th Street


2) Wednesday, July 8, 2009


Heading Home:

Art Opening & Gallery Reading on UWS

46 W. 90th St. Fl 2

With Jason Schneiderman


3) Tuesday, August 18


The Word for Word Series in Bryant Park

Robert Polito & Dana Goodyear & Ada Limón

(hope to see you!)

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Kazim Ali Interview

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Happy Bloomsday!

Any events in San Diego on this fine Bloomsday?

Monday, June 15, 2009

Slow days

I assume the few of you who read my blog also read the blogs I read--mostly they're off to the right. I could be mistaken.

If I am, here's something from Steve Schroeder--he also happens to be the editor of Anti-. They happen to have a poem just up by Sara Tracey, which I like a whole lot.

Hate-mail makes my stomach hurt, even when directed at someone else. The aggression that goes into sentiments like that in any medium, I can't help but feel, is best avoided. It's what keeps me from writing most reviews--even books I love, where the fault of a collection has nothing to do with the poetry, or the poet, or anything other than a choice by the publisher or some other post-creation entity, perhaps....

Confession: I love Lytton Smith's book, The All-Purpose Magical Tent. It's one of my top 5 favorite books I've read in years. I tried to tell you about it at No Tell. I loved his work when we took it for Ninth Letter a few years back. Terrance Hayes picked it, and I love him for picking it. The only think that I don't like is the Forward by Hayes, and only because it's simply a page and a half long blurb. I mean, I know he liked it, but just wish the forward had something deeper about poetry as a whole that he found in the book; something detailed/profound about how Smith exhibits some core value in poetry in a way that nobody's done know what I mean?

But that's my critique. And it's only my opinion. Hayes is a wonderful poet, and I've enjoyed his work on paper and at a reading. And, again, I love him for holding up Smith's book.


Sorry it's been quiet.
I'll try and pick up the pace, keep you more in the loop.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

A little more

Friday, June 5, 2009

Pub things

New Hobart's up.

Also, word on the street is that 9L is going to be a differently shaped.  I'm looking forward to it!  I do believe you'll be able to sneak up on them at Printers Row in Chicago this very weekend.  If you see Amy Güth walking around, don't be creepy, but say hello.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

NYer Ada

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Over at 9L

The big shots at Ninth Letter are talking about big shot Roy Kesey.  

Personally, I recommend "Interview" from Kesey's All Over.  I also recommend hearing him read. Hell, buy the book AND watch a video of him reading over at Dzanc.  

Saturday, May 30, 2009

On Business & Stuff

First, the stuff:

Grist Journal is featuring Adam O. Davis.  His personal site is over here.  The poems are really great, and the interview is both smart and entertaining.  


I've been thinking about a few things have been in the news about the economy lately--car companies, fellowship positions, journals.  Things like that.  The job market--academic and otherwise--is pretty horrible and small presses that rely on grant money and other not-for-profit sources are hurting.  

You know all this.  

Thinking on these issues, I came across a place in Gandhi: An Autobiography.  The Story of My Experiments with Truth, where he directly addresses these issues in what I think is the context that is most relevant, and so I share it with you.  On page 198 of the Beacon Press Edition, he writes:

"A public institution means an institution conducted with the approval, and from the funds, of the public.  When such an institution ceases to have public support, it forfeits its right to exist.  Institutions maintained on permanent funds are often found to ignore public opinion, and are frequently responsible for acts contrary to it...The institution that fails to win public support has no right to exist as such.  The subscriptions that an institution annually receives are a test of its popularity and the honesty of its management; and I am of the opinion that every institution should submit to that test."

Translated from the original Gujarati by Mahadev Desai.

Support the companies, presses and journals you believe in.  If they are founded an operated with the intention to serve the community and provide for our world, they deserve the support.  
If they exist simply for the sake of taking your money and adding it to the pool of free money which is managed by people who have no personal stake in the integrity or quality of the product or service, perhaps they do not deserve your patronage.  

Thursday, May 28, 2009

If You're in NYC This Weekend:

Saturday May 30th 6pm at The Cornelia Street Café

29 Cornelia Street (between Bleecker St and West 4th St), New York City
$7 includes one house drink

Emotional Rescue

Lust, anger, and confusion. Four poets and performers face their audience.

R. Nemo Hill, Precious Jones, Ada Limón, and Jason Schneiderman shake up the
downtown scene with this interactive reading. The audience names an emotion,
the performers react. Bliss, obsession or melancholia? You decide!

Hosted and Curated by Jane Ormerod

R. NEMO HILL lives in New York City, but travels extensively in Southeast
Asia each year, where his experiences have run the gamut from intestinal
bleeding to intellectual ecstasy.  He is the author of a novel, Pilgrim¹s
Feather (Quantuck Lane Press, 2002), a book-length narrative poem, The
Strange Music of Erich Zann (Hippocampus Press, 2004), and also a chapbook,
Prolegomena To An Essay On Satire (Modern Metrics, 2006). His poetry and
fiction have appeared in such publications as Poetry, Sulfur, Smartish Pace,
The Literary Bohemian, 14 by 14, Shit Creek Review, The Chimaera, and

PRECIOUS JONES  is a native Brooklynite whose work can be found in print and
online publications such as WordRiot, Gay Black Female Magazine, Coloring
Book, 1-42 Magazine, and The Brownstone Poets Anthology. She has featured at
numerous venues and events including Cornelia Street Cafe, the Fashion
Institute of Technology, and "Art Stroll", a celebration of Washington
Heights. Her writing tackles issues of race, sex, and sexuality, among other
things, with honesty and wit. She gives thanks to June Jordan, Chrystos, and
Neruda: three loving and passionate writers who fed her hunger for good

ADA LIMÓN  won the Autumn House Poetry Prize with her first book, lucky
wreck, and her second, This Big Fake World, was the winner of the Pearl
Poetry Prize. She¹s also won the Chicago Literary Award and fellowships from
the Provincetown Fine Arts Work Center and the New York Foundation for the
Arts. She is the Creative Director for Travel + Leisure Magazine and teaches
a Master Class for Columbia University. Her third book of poems Sharks in
the Rivers, will be published by Milkweed Editions in 2010.

JASON SCHNEIDERMAN is the author of the poetry collection, Sublimation
Point, a Stahlecker Selection from Four Way Books.  His work has also
appeared in The Best American Poetry 2005, The American Poetry Review, Tin
House, Poetry London, and The Penguin Book of the Sonnet, among many other
journals and anthologies.  Jason has received fellowships from Yaddo, The
Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown, and the Bread Loaf Writers'
Conference. His website is

Monday, May 25, 2009

From No Tell

Over at the No Tell Blog you'll find recommendations for your summer reading.  

Over HERE at the No Tell Blog you'll find MY thoughts on the topic.  

See you in Ocean Beach tonight.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Back Home

Hello everyone.  I'm back in San Diego after damn near two weeks in the Midwest.  The Mississippi River is beautiful, even if small sections of it smell like dog food because of processing plants doing what they do on the banks.  But I got to see my homies in Urbana.  If I had to leave San Diego, I could live in Urbana for the rest of my life.  I think.  

Meanwhile, things that should be shared:

The Pilcrow Lit Fest just happened.  Catch up at their Blog.  

I have two poems in the latest Gander Press Review.  

Need a business card?  Like salted meat?  Who says you can't have both.  Dig Meat Cards!
And here's a happy little story about them: Right here.  

On the list of Top 100 Poetry Blogs, I come in at 34,567,002.  But Ada Limon's on there, and C. Dale Young is so nice they named him twice!  Lots of good people and good resources listed over there.  

Again, sorry for the absence.  

Friday, May 8, 2009

Craig Arnold in Hearts

News has come in from those who have been searching for Craig Arnold. 

He'll be remembered, I'm told by those who knew him, for a rare brand of love and compassion.  The rest of us will remember his poetry.  If you haven't read Shells, I recommend it absolutely.

Keep those close to Craig in your hearts as they mourn.  His is a presence that resonates to us all.

Real Fast.

Monday, May 4, 2009

Yes, you May...

No Tell Motel is only open for reading two months of the year, and May happens to be one of them.  Get over to No Tell Motel  for their guidelines and get something over.

There's also some new stuff at The Scrambler.  

And at Hobart.  

Max is looking for work in NY.  Dig his design creds.  

And the Akron Poetry Prize is open.

Friday, May 1, 2009

Now that that's over... doesn't have to be.

My apologies for not keeping up with the poem a day for April.  I have a hard time with "special" blocks of time like that: holidays, birthdays, 7th Inning Stretches, happy hours, and months dedicated to various things.  Don't get me wrong, I think National Poetry Month is wonderful for promoting poetry to those who aren't as aware of it as some of us (I assume most of the readers of this blog are writers or artsy in some capacity).  I also love the poster I get in the mail, and how it covers the burnt yellow paint of my radiator.  

But I didn't write more in April than any other month.  To do so would interrupt a process that seems to work just fine for me.  I didn't read more either.  In fact, it seems I read less poetry simply because I spent more time looking at poetry in emails, on blogs, and attending special events to celebrate the month.  

It seems to me some regard the month as a special time to really hit the poems hard.  Like the faithful who only remembers kindness to others one day a week or one week of the year.  Like the celebration of the day one was born--what is the significance of every 365th day that makes it more important than the previous 364 or next?  Can't one enjoy their life daily on more significant terms?  

If we read poetry for a process of exploration into our selves, let's explore often.

If we turn to poetry to discover something in the world that shows us Love, let's do this every day.

Ordered this morning: 

Lytton Smith's  The All-Purpose Magical Tent (Nightboat).  I've seen the first few pages, and it's awesome.

Patricia Smith's Blood Dazzler (Coffee House).  Teahouse of the Almighty kicked so much ass, and I would have picked it up at AWP had I been there.  

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Craig Arnold is Missing

If you're learning about this for the first time, catch up:

There's also a facebook group with a lot of information and updates on the status of the search for Craig Arnold.

Crossed fingers, hopes.


Sunday, April 19, 2009

What day is it?

Sunday Sunday Sunday!

Head to Tattoosday, where I'm showing some skin.  

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Now Reading Full-Length Submissions

The reading period is open.  

Cooper Dillon is an independent poetry press founded on promoting and maintaining the values which make poetry a high art.  Through the publication and distribution of full-length collections and chapbooks, our intention is to nurture the poet and reader who finds joy in aesthetic, beauty, honesty and intimacy. 

Guidelines can be found at  Cooper

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Tuesday, the 14th

First, for the month of April, Bill of Tattoosday is featuring writer's tats.  Check it out!  If you back track to the 4/1, you'll see Jill Essbaum's feet.  

Moving on, do you know Le Pink Elephant?  Here's their call for submission for their new journal, A Trunk of Delirium:

A Trunk of Delirium is a new bi-annual publication of literary and artistic works seeking the finest available from both established and as yet known creators. A subsidiary of Le’ Pink Elephant Press, we open the lid to accept poetry, prose, flash fiction, reviews, interviews, translations, essays, plays, and artworks of all printable forms. Submissions are now giddily accepted at
Editors: Suzanne Savickas & Cheryl Townsend
Publication will be in both web space and print, the later being perfect bound and truly a delight to behold.
Subscriptions $15.00

A Trunk of Delirium seeks to hold the diverse expressions of today’s most memorable creators, preserving such evoking delights for future consumption of the masses. By offering up its collectives in both web and print spaces, it is intended to make available more avenues to delight in the pulse of our present, yet ever changing, artistic scene of delirious exudence. Let creative liberty prevail!

Now, you probably want a poem for this day.  From Nin Andrews little book,  Dear Professor, Do You Live in a Vacuum? (Subito Press, 2008):

Dear Professor, 

I heard you complaining
about our class.
A huge class, you said.
No one is learning a darn thing.
Consider Newton's 
2nd and 3rd laws.
We have a lot of mass.
The more you push us, 
the more we push right back.  

Sunday, April 12, 2009

The Twelfth Day

I'm heading to the beach to sit around in the sun for Easter.  Then I'll enjoy something with ham.

From Zachery Schomburg's The Man Suit (Black Ocean, 2007): 

Experiment in Invisibility

Today I held two bananas
over each of my shoulders

and presented myself
as a quotation.

I've been a cry for help mostly,
sometimes a joke.

When you stirred from 
your sleep you wanted breakfast

but I was too late.
I had become the urgent

prayers of a desperate pilot.
I had become a marriage

proposal blown by a strong arctic
wind across Lake Ontario.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Day 11

First, some thoughts from Jason Schneiderman--excellent poet, intelligent reader of comics.  

And now:

From Christina Davis's Forth A Raven, from Alice James Books:

The Humanities

Tomorrow the man comes
to school me in the Fire.

You can lead a whole life surrounded by firemakers
and the putters out of fire
and think you have built a fire, and not have.

If the taming of blazes was the making of man,
I will have been a beast
until that hour when the man and I kneel down
with the tinder.

Also, no one has taught me how to die.

It is not listed
among the disciplines.  

Friday, April 10, 2009

Day 10

Parable That Takes Place in Little Nathaniel's Closet

Just when you throw up
your hands

and say "I'm really a horrible
person," there's an-

other selfsame self that
assures you you are in-

deed more horrible
than previously suspected.

How dis-

It follows, then, that hidden
in this haunted mansion

a nuisance ghost
dressed up as grandpapa

pecks out your sleep and just
when you recognize that it's you

this you has re-
ceded into the cedar splintered

closet of the flesh saying--
"you see you're worse than me."

Thursday, April 9, 2009

No Dice

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Day 8, from the Dead-guys shelf

A little William Carlos Williams for your funky soul.

Fine Work with Pitch and Copper

Now they are resting
in the fleckless light
separately in unison

like the sacks
of sifted stone stacked
regularly by twos

about the flat roof
ready after lunch
to be opened and strewn

The copper in eight
foot strips has been 
beaten lengthwise

down the center at right
angles and lies ready
to edge the coping

One still chewing
picks up a copper strip
and runs his eye along it

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Day 7

From Wendell Berry's 1964 collection The Broken Ground:

The Plan

My old friend, the owner
of a new boat, stops by
to ask me to fish with him,

and I say I will--both of us
knowing that we may never
get around to it, it may be

years before we're both
idle again on the same day.
But we make a plan, anyhow,

in honor of friendship
and the fine spring weather
and the new boat

and our sudden thought
of the water shining
under the morning fog.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Day 6

From Ravi Shankar's Instrumentality, from Cherry Grove Collections, 2004:


The clearing in the hills entreats
Empty rapture, shepherding hours'
Stray flocks until nothing bleats
Under the skies; insures the dower
Left for us will never cease to remain
Itself if only we proceed by twos
Into duration--spiky vervain
Is ubiquitous regard malentendu,
Our home's away, the sun's ablaze,
The way you hold up the spheres
Forms a love opaque to paraphrase
But I'll try: we've abolished fear.  

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Day of Rest

Saturday, April 4, 2009

NaPoMo Day 4

I hope you're digging my selections so far.  It's giving me a chance to go through some books I haven't tackled in while.  For Saturday, here's a piece from Maurice Manning' s Bucolics.


I'm happy Boss happy as a bird
hopping on a branch just a little branch
on one of your little trees that's all
it takes for me to wage no deeds
just the day-in day-out same old thing
it's okay by me you keep the sun
on it's string that's all I need that's
enough for me but also water O
every breath I draw I make
a little picture Boss a little bird
with a whistle in its bones hopping
on a branch like there's no tomorrow
no end in sight you might even say 
every day is like the day before

Friday, April 3, 2009

National Poetry Month, Day 3

From the Yale Young Poets Award Winning Shells, by Craig Arnold:


Baffling flower, barely edible,
camouflaged in a GI's olive drab
--out loud you wonder Who's it trying to fool?

It is a nymph that some god tries to grab
and have his way with, I explain.  She scorns
his lust, and when he sees he's met his match, 
he turns her into a flower, covered with thorns
to keep her other lovers out of reach.

You say You made that up.  You say That's sick.
You say The things men think of are so cruel.

Under the bamboo steamer there's a slick
of emerald-green water. I watch you pull
the petals off, each with a warm knot
of paler flesh left hanging at the root.

A "loves me, loves me not" sort of endeavor,
I say , but you don't laugh. It hasn't been
so long since liking me for being clever
stopped being enough for you.  Sly pangolin,
endearingly nearsighted, belly rolled
up in a spiky ball--that's how I keep 
my wits about me.  I notice how you'll polled
the petal-points an inch, how you scrape
each leaf with your incisors, the two
small grooves they leave.  It makes me sick to watch.

You're awfully quiet today.  What's wrong with you?

I want to tell you what...but there's a catch,
deep in my throat, that stops me, makes me choke
the words back, crack another pointless joke.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

A poem for your Thursday

From Anthony Piccione's The Guests at the Gate, from BOA.

Local Writer

It's a good stubbly face, tightening with pain.
He's sprawled over the chair, older than I am,
and seems always to know things oddly,
from the back woods farm he grew up on,
down quarry country, he tells me.
He turns away, blowing his nose.

Anything leaves tracks leaves a story,
he says sideways, opening the handkerchief.
See? Woodstove needs cleaned soon.
Cigarettes'll kill you long before you quit,
and there's way too much dust on those beams.

Jabbing at the bright flecks and fibers
spread out in his hand like alphabets,
he looks at me, suddenly grinning.
Imagination is just a remembering,
from the other side, of course.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

National Poetry Month, Welcome

It's April 1st, so it's National Poetry Month, and NaPoWriMo.  Festivities for the latter can be found all over the place, and particularly with the Bloofs, Reb's posse, and at Ada Limon's.  These are the places to be for daily poetry goodness.

I'm afraid I can't be counted on for these demands.  But my notebook is just about outta clean pages, so on today's agenda is picking up the cheapest notebook I can find where the binding is across the top.  That's the way we like it--also need one of those book stands for the desk so I can have books open without destroying binding.

 But just because I won't be writing a poem a day and posting it doesn't mean I'm not trying.  I'm gonna attempt to give you a poem a day by someone else.

I'm also going to go through the full notebook, and see what's what.  
I've also got a bunch of other projects that you'll hear about shortly.  
Let's do the damn thing: 

from Nick Flynn's Some Ether

Cartoon Physics, part 1

Children under, say , ten, shouldn't know
that the universe is ever-expanding, 
inexorably pushing into the vacuum, galaxies

swallowed by galaxies, whole

solar systems collapsing, all of it
acted out in silence.  At ten we are still learning

the rules of cartoon animation,

that if a man draws a door on a rock
only he can pass through it.
Anyone else who tries

will crash into the rock.  Ten-year-olds
should stick with burning houses, car wrecks,
ships going down--earthbound, tangible

disasters, arenas

where they can be heroes.  You can run
back into a burning house, sinking ships

have lifeboats, the trucks will come
with their ladders, if you jump

you will be saved.  A child

places her hand on the roof of a schoolbus,
& drives across a city of sand.  She knows

the exact spot will skid at which point
the bridge will give, who will swim to safety
& who will be pulled under by the sharks.  She will learn

that if a man runs off the edge of a cliff
he will not fall

until he notices his mistake.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Settling in

Been pretty quiet around here.  I know.

I have an address that's all my own.  If you need it, send an email.
Meanwhile, Ninth Letter took a fantastic bunch of poems from Tung-Hui Hu in the 9th issue, and I recommend getting his book (came out 2003 from U of Georgia Press).  Here's the first poem from that collection, The Book of Motion:

A rock a fish

Here there is breath.
There are rocks, but only 
as an abdomen pulled
apart, that red color of
correction marks, cracked
lips, and swellings.
The people who live here,
stringy men, wispy
women, as if spun from 
clouds, they are capable
of greater passions than 
us: one man, infuriated
at this car, the lemon
that had cost him a life's
savings, drove it to the
canyon edge and cut away
the metal cord that coupled
the car, the rocks. Sliding
through the waters,
it breathed, and its gills
began to whiten with air--
how small the car must
have looked from above,
but to the fish it was as if
a continent had shifted,
stretched, and birthed
a new mountain range.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

This Just In

Meanwhile, I'm in the new place.  Adam's on Adams Ave.

In celebration, I've been crockpotting all kinds of stuff, and opening up manuscript files on my computer, reading, and making edits.  

See you Rebecca's Cafe tonight in South Park.  Then we'll head into Normal Heights to an Irish Bar and have a pint. I'm buyin'.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

The Endorsement (Ocean Beach, CA)

Monday, March 9, 2009

From the Cannibals...

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