Anchorite Editions and Fewer & Further Press reading

Boog City presents

d.a. levy lives: celebrating the renegade press

Anchorite Editions
(Albany, N.Y.)

and

Fewer & Further Press
(Wendell, Mass.)

Thurs. May 3, 6:00 p.m. sharp, free

ACA Galleries
529 W.20th St., 5th Flr.
NYC

Event will be hosted by
Fewer & Further Press editor Jess Mynes

Featuring readings from

Anchorite Editions¹ authors

Theo Hummer
John Mulrooney
Aaron Tieger
Jess Mynes

and

Fewer & Further authors

Michael Carr
Brenda Iijima
Andrew Mister
Aaron Tieger

and music from
Kansas State Flower

There will be wine, cheese, and crackers, too.

Curated and with an introduction by Boog City editor David Kirschenbaum

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*Anchorite Press*
http://www.anchoritepress.blogspot.com
Founded in 2003, Anchorite is an independent poetry press devoted to publishing the work of outsiders and innovators. They publish chapbooks and broadsides in a variety of formats. Check out Anchorite¹s website (above),where you can view examples of Anchorite publications, as well as read an interview with the editor.

*Fewer & Further Press*
http://fewfurpress.blogspot.com/
Fewer & Further Press is a small press edited by Jess Mynes that publishes chapbooks of innovative poetry since 2005. It also publishes Asterisk, a series that takes many forms and often includes multiple authors in one publication. Future and present F&F authors include Clark Coolidge, AaronTieger, Brenda Iijima, Michael Carr, Andrew Mister, Joseph Massey,Christopher Rizzo, and Shannon Tharp. Visit their website (above) to see what titles are available or forthcoming.

*Overall Performer Bios*

**Michael Carr
Michael Carr is the author of Platinum Blonde, a chapbook of poems and collages published by Fewer & Further Press. and Softer White, forthcoming from House Press. He's edited a manuscript journal of John Wieners' called A book of PROPHECIES, forthcoming this summer from Bootstrap Press. With Dorothea Lasky he co-edits Katalanché Press, co-curates the Plough & Stars Reading Series with John Mulrooney, and lives in Cambridge, Mass.

**Theo Hummer
Theo Hummer earned an MFA from Cornell in 2004 and is now at work on a Ph.D. Her poetry has appeared in Sentence, Vox, and the Indiana Review, as well as on the Verse magazine website. Her first chapbook, The Parrot Bride, appeared from Anchorite Press in 2006.

**Brenda Iijima
Brenda Iijima is the author of Rabbit Lesson, forthcoming from Fewer & Further Press. In addition, there¹s Around Sea (O Books) and two forthcoming titles: Animate, Inanimate Aims (Litmus Press, forthcoming) and Eco Quarry Bellwether (Outside Voices). Lately she has been working with sound/noise artist Austin Publicover, recording permutations of a body of work called Remembering Animals. She is involved with local activist work including issues of eminent domain. From Prospect Heights, Brooklyn she runs Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs.

**Kansas State Flower
Kansas State Flower
http://www.myspace.com/kansasstateflower
http://www.olivejuicemusic.com/kansasstateflower.html
What is the Kansas state flower? The sunflower, of course! But it's also the neo-psychedelic collaborative trio of Major Matt Mason (Schwervon!), Julie DeLano (The Leader), and Christy Davis (Mold/DJ Spin-O-Mama). The only band in New York that covers Madonna and Gram Parsons in the same set, this is no ordinary flower. Verses and choruses that stay forever in your head, set in swirling landscapes that travel seamlessly from a growl to a whisper. Harmony and cacophony over a block-rocking rhythm section that is so agile it steps past you before you even realize it. Always facing the sun, while acknowledging those dark clouds. Wake up, Dorothy--you ARE in Kansas now.

**Andrew Mister
Andrew Mister's chapbook Hotels is forthcoming from Fewer & Further Press. His poems have appeared in Boston Review, The Canary, Colorado Review, Fence, The Hat, the tiny, and Verse. He lives and works in Brooklyn.

**John Mulrooney
Previous attempts to contact John Mulrooney have been unsuccessful. He might be found at or near Bridgewater State College where he teaches or in or around the Plough and Stars in Cambridge Mass. where he co-curates poetry readings.

**Aaron Tieger
Aaron Tieger¹s most recent chapbook is After Rilke (Anchorite Press, 2006). Other recent work includes February (Fewer & Further Press, 2006) and Coltsfoot Insularity (Fewer & Further Press, 2005), a collaboration with Jess Mynes. Other poems have appeared in 6x6, Asterisk, Past Simple, Turntable Bluelight, and Effing. He lives in Ithaca, N.Y. where he is co-curator of the SOON Productions Reading Series and the editor of CARVE Poems.

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Directions: C/E to 23rd St., 1/9 to 18th St. Venue is between 10th and 11th avenues

Clark's guts and covers are printed. Woo hoo. Now some assembly required, cuts etc. Inching closer.

Dug holes for an friend's orchard today. Exhausting work, mostly because Wendell soil is roots and rocks. He cooked some baby backs over hickory wood in his smoker as a thank you. A paprika-cumin-chipotle rub on those ribs.

Planted chard, collards, and more kale today. Tell me the below freezing nights forecast for the last weekend won't happen.

Number Two by the Pernice Brothers is killing me.

culprit

When life gives you weeds and you water you get a garden full of weeds.

Water the flowers.

dander

My shit luck hit a pinnacle this weekend. There was about a foot of water in my basement. Everything floating. The sump pump stopped working when a fuse went. Thus I've got my own personal Katrina. I'm throwing away a bunch of stuff that was ruined, including a good sum of books. I have photos that I'll post.

Then when dropping a tree the rope snapped and the tree crashed into the roof of my out building. Yup. I have no money to do anything about this.

So I'm waiting for a less windy day to burn everything that was damaged by the flood. This'll be a good way to let it go.

On a positive note, all the garden beds are made and I've planted: peas, spinach, and lettuce. The garlic is looking healthy. I'll post pictures of that soon too.

The clincher may have been today when a bookstore objected to the 15% discount I offered them for their order. "Even the most obscure academic publishers give us 20%!" That exclamation point is a peach, no? I let the bookstore know that there would be no further discount and that if they didn't want to pay that price for the books, that's fine. I won't go into too much detail about how royally pissed off I was about this interaction. OK, maybe a little...to be browbeaten over selling a book of poetry for $5 and covering the shipping myself! Ha, my exclamation. Obviously this person has no idea. I tried to explain that I do all the work myself and that the work I do is not factored into the price, that the price reflects the materials. Any money I make goes into the next or future project(s). Then the person asked if the price is indicated on the books and if not maybe she could sell them at a higher price. Alright I have to go, my chaffeur is here and I am headed to the Rolls dealer to see if I can pick out something elegant but understated.

stuck in my head

Brilliant Mistake

He thought he was the King of America
Where they pour Coca Cola just like vintage wine
Now I try hard not to become hysterical
But I'm not sure if I am laughing or crying
I wish that I could push a button
And talk in the past and not the present tense
And watch this hurtin' feeling disappear
Like it was common sense
It was a fine idea at the time
Now it's a brilliant mistake
She said that she was working for the ABC News
It was as much of the alphabet as she knew how to use
Her perfume was unspeakable
It lingered in the air
Like her artificial laughter
Her mementos of affairs
"Oh" I said "I see you know him"
"Isn't that very fortunate for you"
And she showed me his calling card
He came third or fourth and there were more than one or two
He was a fine idea at the time
Now he's a brilliant mistake

He thought he was the King of America
But it was just a boulevard of broken dreams
A trick they do with mirrors and with chemicals
The words of love in whispers
And the axe of love in screams
I wish that I could push a button
And talk in the past and not the present tense
And watch this lovin' feeling disappear
Like it was common sense
I was a fine idea at the time
Now I'm a brilliant mistake

Elvis Costello

I'm headed to movie night. It is wildcard month. I brought this last time. I'm bringing Key Lime Pie for dessert. I like to capitalize that.

A friend is stopping by shortly to see if we can fell this tree ourselves. Felling it will speed along garden plans. Don't worry, I live in the land of many trees.

Feeling self conscious about making this a notebook. The idea of making rushes public is daunting. Will mull.

New ideas for Clark's cover. It has been rife with the usual setbacks. The new may work. If you want to torture yourself, become a publisher of poetry and have ideas that outstrip your means, your savvy.

I now have an orange Swedish typewriter, compliments of Aaron Tieger. It requires me to be Thelonius Monk at the keys. I could wish to be so fortunate.

Else? Nothing.

one more

poem title (see below)

"just because you're flavor of the month, it doesn't make you chairman of the board"

working poem titles

Here are ten potential poem titles. If you would like to write a poem for any of these titles, do it and I'll post it. You can email it to me or you can write it in the comments. Whatever works for you. You can also suggest a poem title in the comments and I'll write a poem for that title. You must participate in both ends of this excercise for this to be a collaboration. You are welcome to write poems using titles suggested in the comments. You don't have only work with mine.

"if you play the cello, I will never leave you"
"insect to minute values"
"back of the napkin calculation"
"trenchcoat to thoroughfare realize"
"kinds of hoarders"
"chloroform in stories"
"4/16/2007"
"end of migraine's reign"
"enough of the shit stack"
"winter in garden apartment"

it snows all
day I finger
the rainy window
the pain in this
poem is retold
in trees

locked limbs
barking snowheavy
to icy wind

if I have failed you
I have failed
myself more miserably

a perfect fiction
autobiography that
goes nowhere

you gave me a weed
and I watered it

Asterisk page is finally up.

On that note, I've had several packages go missing. I've inquired at the PO about what is happening. They've advised to sit tight and wait for them to show up. If you haven't received something from me and I owe you something, let me know. Apologies for the inconvenience.

my angel of on target
I am attracted to
sleep infinite
the known terrain
made loose even stone
rain’s flourish headquartered
to be filled the same
she sees them taken
a sorrow in drooling time

tugged by wind
deliberate reeds
heaved poking
through a slosh
of flotsam

blue morning

bluer sky

a rage of snow

I am taking orders
trim bodies sleep
at my feet light
the side streets
of this improbable dark

looking up she
sees my bottomless
undo deformed

sounding to the lash

flower phalanx
muzzles
hummingbird’s
cornet neck
petal cloaked
to hilt

not alone
in a drown-
ed tub a
bug regards
my dream up-
side down the
wind is full
of blue tiles
bar soap first
robin in
flight. spring

Apart drawing attention
wind to enginery who are these
on a road glimmered

heap of cloud fool
you say my imagination wandered
wondering if it had hang insist
and all our nights of one

turned heap of bones in insist
a road guilty of roles grown old
the monster in me can’t help but see

I prefer the heels to associate with
sings in tossing things have meaning

what ripe shagginess he kept to himself
cut to lessons are our own mist and discomfit

finding frost with things given
unimaginably kept I’m flowers

names to break in on
radio values bored heeding

given hold that mangled apart
associated say not alone in a tub

I might as well say grope already

Phil Ochs The Broadside Tapes One

Are some of these tracks recorded in a pet store?

the matter I’ll never
go through
a compound
makes me outside that
your head takes care to
if you pollute:
become sing song
from I could wish myself someone different
would tell me
where to break in this
choppy sea chest
scripted form of a long time
a hardest letting go
the dark
cheat spurns to noises

worth noting, epicenter

from Sonnects is supposed to be a twelve line poem. Blogger is bending the edge, so it is a different poem. But I'm thinking about posting new stuff here as a kind of chronicle of activity. This blog will become one of my notebooks for a little while, bear with the indulgence.

please answer this question

What dictionary do you use?

from Sonnects

synonym of shoeshine mothered forward to gush stutter upped in recreation
classed to access points on the mezzanine if you’re offered good and infamous

weird means to leaning skinny in rows abreast
missus cornfed plods on in the coalition shrunk by a country

like hair pulling for all kinds of hoarders who had you twice get your cherry on the guns and how they were working the fate of Honeyspot Rd into a plot off from travel

lanes my maple leaf excites
Throgs Neck conflate with cranes

I loam a few bearing straight to see hens duplexed to the nines stories chloroform in ogre feel set to wake in time bought rooms having bags misremembered for cords

cornrows renewed to well lit
you’re twice the frieze

size like divine right stern heir to rigging gulped foment fawns bright
breezing dens mapped to foam butter skies cornflower cloaked awning a nab