fewer & further

March 27th

2010-03-24T11:47:00.002-04:00

The Unaffiliated Reading Series will be celebrating the release of Jess Mynes' Sky Brightly Picked and John Coletti's Mum Halo at a special location, The Field pub in Central Square. Please come this Saturday to hear these two amazing poets, pick up copies of their books, and enjoy a nice afternoon beer while you're at it.

Jess Mynes & John Coletti
Saturday, March 27 at 3:00pm
Unaffiliated Reading Series
@ The Field
20 Prospect St, Cambridge

Jess Mynes is the author of several published works, including: Birds for Example (CARVE Editions); If and When (Katalanche Press); a collaboration with poet Aaron Tieger, Recently Clouds (Petrichord Books); and most recently, Sky Brightly Picked (Skysill Press). He is the editor of Fewer & Further Press and he co-curates a reading series in Western, MA, All Small Caps.

John Coletti is the author of Physical Kind (Yo-Yo-Labs, 2005), Same Enemy Rainbow (fewer & further, 2008), and Mum Halo (Rust Buckle Books, 2010). He recently finished serving as editor of The Poetry Project Newsletter.

For other upcoming readings from the Boston Poetry Collective go to: http://bostonpoetry.blogspot.com/

2010-01-27T10:00:00.003-05:00

HEY HEY HEY!!!! BOOK RELEASE PARTY....THIS SATURDAY

January 30, 3:30 PM @ The Four Face Liar (165 West 4th Street, NYC)

FOR JOHN COLETTI & JESS MYNES

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Please come help celebrate the birth of two new books of poetry:

MUM HALO by John Coletti (Rust Buckle Books)

Mum Halo

Available at http://rustbucklebooks.blogspot.com/
&

SKY BRIGHTLY PICKED by Jess Mynes (Skysill Press)

Sky Brightly Picked

Available at: http://skysillpress.blogspot.com/

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Hear the poets, buy the books, drink the drinks

Saturday January 30
3:30 PM
The Four Face Liar
165 West 4th Street

Party to follow at an as-of-yet undisclosed location (because we don't know where yet).

2010-01-27T09:58:00.001-05:00

Thanks to Alan Baker for his attention to Sky Brightly Picked.

Arlo Quint's Drawn In

2010-01-07T16:32:00.001-05:00

Hello everyone,

Fewer & Further Press is pleased to announce the publication of Arlo Quint's Drawn In. Drawn In is printed in an edition of 200 copies, 40 of which are signed special editions.

Copies can be purchased for $7, postpaid. Please visit the Fewer & Further Press site for details. Payments can be made through the site with Paypal.

Special editions are hand-sewn and signed by the author, for $9. If you would like to purchase a special edition, please contact the editor for availability.

If you would like to pay by check, mail it to:

Jess Mynes
121 Lockes Village Rd
Wendell, MA 01379

Please make checks out to Jess Mynes.

Thank you very much.

Jess Mynes, editor

Arlo Quint's Drawn In

2010-01-07T16:32:00.000-05:00

Sky Brightly Picked

2010-01-07T11:23:00.005-05:00

Buy it here.

John Coletti's Mum Halo

2010-01-05T15:17:00.000-05:00

Buy this.

Lewis Freedman

2009-12-17T11:07:00.001-05:00

Buy this book.

Recently Clouds now available

2009-09-08T11:53:00.002-04:00

Petrichord Books

Secret Donut

2009-05-27T09:50:00.001-04:00

Buy it here.

Necco Face

2009-05-05T15:17:00.003-04:00

Please take a moment to take the Necco Face Quiz.

Winner chooses prize:
a date with Aaron Tieger
a haircut with Michael Carr and Aaron Tieger
vegetables from Jess Mynes
cider from Jess Mynes (must be 21 or older for this prize and must claim it in person)

Send along your scores or post in comments.

All Small Caps Reading April 27th

2009-04-21T14:57:00.002-04:00

Anselm Berrigan lives and writes in New York City, where he was raised and continues to be so. He is teaching at a few schools as a part-timer and considers teaching a noble trade though it makes him feel crazy. Some time this spring he will be officially a person who has written poetry for more than half his life. He recently put out a longish poem called Have A Good One in which the phrase Have A Good One is used slightly more than eight dozen times as a repeating title. Dana Ward had the where with all to publish and circulate this work, which tells you something about him. Berrigan has a book called Free Cell coming out later in the year from City Lights, and hopes his less-than-two-years-old daughter continues to improve his poems.

Sean Cole's poems have appeared in such magazines as Court Green, Black Clock, Carve, Torch, Pavement Saw, Magazine Cypress and Pom Pom. He has a chapbook out on Pressed Wafer press called "Itty City," and full-length collection of postcard poems called "The December Project" that was published by Boog Literature. He's also a reporter for the public radio business show Marketplace and other programs. Now and then, he is called upon to write short autobiographical statements like this one.

Dana Ward is the author of Goodnight Voice (House Press, 2008), the Drought (Open 24hrs, forthcoming 2009), & Roseland (Editions Louis Wain, forthcoming 2009). Recent work has appeared in Try!, the Brooklyn Rail,With+Stand, & Typesetter. He works as an advocate for adult literacy at the Over The Rhine Learning Center.

Link.

From Orange to Pink

2009-04-15T15:01:00.004-04:00

Jordan Davis' From Orange to Pink is now available from Fewer & Further Press. From Orange to Pink is printed in an edition of 200 copies, 40 of which are special editions. Special editions are signed by the author. If you would like to purchase a special edition, please contact the editor.

Also from Sky Brightly Picked is available.

newly

2009-03-31T13:26:00.002-04:00

This book is beautiful.

Music for Egon Schiele

2009-03-05T09:54:00.001-05:00


broke me to half
the way to lessen

knife probing

          to ask
it now 
          and still
                    knowing, 

                    no

Joseph Massey

2009-03-04T09:25:00.000-05:00

You would be a fool not to buy this.

radio version

2009-02-19T14:09:00.001-05:00

the public library of life
spread out in kind strength
binaries redirect matter
attention to the rubbing of
through the far beyond
where pure outside Chicago is just place
queen to a universe that just hides
already photographic, against hurt
the hardest sprouting
radios no longer
whether on the part
or humping at the training
the heat implied visible escape
joining the eeriness
my fingers wrinkle to last seeing
more birds than moths
still more limited and reckless

esteemed zine

2009-02-19T09:11:00.000-05:00

white trash reception
lunar loner lurk shyly island
tempted to lacy cape
lies speaking larger truths
full wild trusting braver
from one to another
get around strident native
light blue once yours
vestigial wings
I won’t love you properly
decaying seaweed filaments
differing species on high moorland
twiggy and coarse
flightless mowers extinct
special twilight camera
alien mammals hiding the red bill
entirely by circling overhead
digging tubers harried knife edge
selective of the margins to a fault

trophy crude

2009-02-17T18:39:00.001-05:00

strong scattered middle
mild Catskill lows
walk this ounce right tact
April halt in lapsing droplet
starts considered flames
found out ever of lilac
into well after could be
systemic indent district
jets narrowed check
range fewer crude
swearing bilge ends
uncertain Summer erupts
marks you met with the hurt then

Eastern copper

2009-02-17T18:37:00.000-05:00

gross total inspect reserve
soap bark rancid even engineer
hoisting intolerable touching kind
lakes scan frost pass trot
partly petals pressed on a sill
Brothers Live Poultry Hero Shop
big bird shadow merging
chrome to flowerbox stray range
leisure record if showing happens
operatives dawn advancing prime
editions deep sing scouts
remiss white winter sea legs
look up stand alone
maybe shotguns someone pointed

lies in hiding

2009-02-17T18:33:00.000-05:00

underdog copy stood coarse
tears tough makeup getting ends of salt
near rid of look out
concern on sin near hives
may larger scale attain reasonable ports
wasteful bless petal
hence douses
like background singers
received by strangers
guardrail ease in ass puckering heights
wavelength feeding through
Band Aid for now
the just rewards of how far

2009-02-12T13:46:00.001-05:00

Pitchers and Catchers report!

HogMan

2009-02-10T13:10:00.000-05:00

poetry reading

2009-02-05T14:54:00.001-05:00

February 7th
14 Linden St
Northampton MA
8 pm

Aaron Tieger 's new book is ANXIETY CHANT (Skysill Press). Others include DAYS AND DAYS (Pressed Wafer, 2004), FEBRUARY (Fewer & Further Press, 2006), and THE COLLECTED TYPOS OF AARON TIEGER (Editions Louis Wain, 2008). A longer collection, SECRET DONUT, is due out later this year from Pressed Wafer. In addition, Aaron is the editor of the first American edition of Richard Caddel's UNCERTAIN TIME, also forthcoming from Pressed Wafer. He is the publisher of Petrichord Books, a small press dedicated to innovative poetry. He lives in Cambridge, MA, with the fattest cat you've ever seen.

Jess Mynes is the author of several published works, including: Birds for Example (CARVE Editions), In(ex)teriors (Anchorite Press), and If and When (Katalanche Press). His Sky Brightly Picked (Skysill Press) and Recently Clouds (Petrichord Books), a collaboration with poet Aaron Tieger, are to be published in 2009. He is the editor of Fewer & Further Press and he co-curates a reading series in Western, MA, All Small Caps. He also authors a mind boggling crossover dribble.

Nathanial Weaver Otting is a sub sub librarian, a collector of sorts, all sorts.

Come give us a listen and I'll serve you some of my home brewed cider and wine.

2009-01-29T10:20:00.001-05:00

This is amazing.

2009-01-27T09:27:00.001-05:00

intense cricket blitz
bumblebee underside
hole ridden jewelweed
taller kale, smaller kale
cosmos cathedral
flower diminishing white
love-lies-bleeding
flaming blush Grandpa
Ott’s sewn threads
bleached leaf unbloomed
columbine grasshopper’s
70’s super hero green-brown
coneflower shuttlecock parasol
thumbnail bulldog
cabbage placental plumps
unripe Anaheims

for best results

2009-01-27T09:03:00.000-05:00

of the right size to come
with me troublesome
stuck in corners
clouds, fish, and
clams that look
like cheeseburgers
far Neptune spot
I love the part of you
know one else does
white lines within
white lines
paper bag smuggling
to deep stand up triple
glass bottom for your money
mouth to mouth
trunk first green detection
filled up
marred bark
see the diminished seas
chide in antonym swell
tipped in your
near death slow
going, repairing less

epic

2009-01-23T08:12:00.006-05:00


                  for Lynne

butcher’s hands erase 
your wake 
         sleep 
like a minor 
         movement as 
caress 
         always a sea 
beneath us       
         that hungry 
part within 
         fill you 
to toes 
         with my rising
the whole of you 
         lilting

it is never 
         just words

Skysill Press

2009-01-20T15:29:00.000-05:00

Skysill Press!

upcoming readings

2009-01-20T11:05:00.001-05:00

Just updated my upcoming readings on the sidebar. Check it out.

Passion Flower

2009-01-17T18:52:00.001-05:00

was steeped to a close

half ballooning pixies making eyes

her nubile she to wings

forgive me my mean things I did

coil of branches synched

to meta blue sky

the limits where there is nothing

oblique winter afternoons

as a sort of slow moving storage to believe

to kneel down to the memorable may not

mean anything by comparison

the worthy of unhappy kilter

This Yielding Flesh

2009-01-17T18:47:00.001-05:00

flung herself to save
herself from an unnatural
life

for the love of
the cello

these tables on the
broad floor brand scales

lazy murmurs mewing red hair

fingers mute volcanic
adoration shock

of pink-crested
zippers festive peak

numerous vines
throated in blurring effects

under the extent of her
daring had it been

the thick selection it would

have begged the belt

He Who Whispers

2009-01-17T18:41:00.001-05:00

much a part of moss as rock
perhaps a little stodgily
on or of the soil
at leather thick business
to join was awfully nice
nodding as though she could
as only she could
doesn’t upset my ears to ring clever

the throat never remembers a long journey
were not passing fancies, facts
no invention to puzzle
it was out of hand
two birds in league with sheep

Wilderness Virgin (Buckskin Cavalier)

2009-01-17T18:35:00.000-05:00

only a plank bunk, roughly made
reluctant jabot, not known for a dirty room
British accent less incongruous
in itself a considerable accomplishment

out of sight of the fort
white facings and gold lace
the way a man’s life could be changed

stomach for of course it can be either
tempting a straight line
no accident cools this dawn of yours
near safe keeping

presence every place I turn
the world drawn a little three times
for measure to eyes that change color like that

what matters, the grace of this well-lined

make my lifted heart the ground swell

Reluctant Nympho

2009-01-17T18:24:00.000-05:00

March prodded me to a beam

slim figure with lifted hemline
in my direction of line-for-line copy
to share a pair of stingers
unlocked with a sense of urgency
in no mood to be settling touch
I chirp, pulse, rage

terribly attractive, even censorious

in maniacs today
a few hours of tomorrow
permanent fashion taking dictation
and drawn to a close
purse out in the washroom
several touches I’d fully meant
not to chance another
body to bed my pulse to
pulling me to

too still caring

The Rainmaker

2009-01-17T17:26:00.000-05:00

the world’s swole up
you bet I’m sure
them spots is growing so big the sun
able won’t shine through

the lights come up inside

but it was too regular

the distance, the sound

even in my clothes my hair’s full of electricity
faraway smile for what?
a right to be certain
that rhapsody in her bursting forth

no bigger than a mare’s tail

more lightning, more thunder

The Left Hand of God

2009-01-17T17:19:00.002-05:00

too much for a toughest stomach
disguise escaped to the mission hill
hands so beautifully formed
last drop to the last test-tube
lowest coolie with one brow cocked
would be genial to feel it in inflection
the hook we hung our miracle on

husky patients, enough nourishment
to be murdered with axes
a sense of well being
too big for something we had to learn
inner compulsion held to vanish

that anything was once his height
a man of ordinary Chinese tried
to think his way
in love with her untried walls

a dark mass now

Evil Under the Sun

2009-01-17T17:17:00.001-05:00

backless immobility and what was an upward slant
seemingly fated

turned to bodies, good-looking fillies

one barely sought toned ankle
romp I

land of the coves between
watermark nearest the proper mainland

who keeps the paths?

who did so took a risk

crooked breakfast
an orange peel mars the tennis court

and other rooms?

her print dress rustling when it’s very hot

I want to know who threw that

silver platter over there
in the thought up picnic
as they cave to other ideas

The Case of the Half-Wakened Wife

2009-01-17T17:15:00.001-05:00

no solid clue to back lunch money
offering alibis for the motorboat

vague figure swaying, feeling

loosen up, and pay some oil
turn on the magnetism
rely on naked assertion

I want people standing in line
bodies full of stamped
declarations they themselves cannot prove

beautiful cloud effect, full of tone

value outgunning the printed copy

The Case of the Crooked Candle

2009-01-17T17:11:00.000-05:00

stock reply of aren’t
all lawyers confession-and-avoidance

pleas of thwarted ideas thrust
with an assurance of precedence

are you willing to finish her?

when to toe the line on the highway
find yourself on the spot
and you know on what grounds

that’s your hard luck

common everyday terms so
the layman will show a body
and ask you where to turn

fraudulent habitual drawl
sitting tight from one mercenary position

clumsy attempt at a chance
with the oars to no avail

The Turquoise Spike

2009-01-17T17:09:00.000-05:00

heel was the weapon
and a heel the victim
bled men in comparative
splendor to rub of picture
unzipping flies
risky calculus until
the protective dusk
falls little wise
come in handy
torn down dim villa outline

no exception in the rule

pecked Eskimos
shattered near kneecap
dress just a little higher

2009-01-16T10:43:00.001-05:00

2009-01-16T09:19:00.001-05:00

This looks very cool.

Under the Moon

2009-01-09T13:15:00.003-05:00

When will love come
with all the dreams
I have worshipped, again

indiscriminately, love
its players blind, stalks in
without being asked

takes us in its arms for a little while,
then let’s us drop, after so short a time,
leaving us broken, weeping on stones.

After the sunlight afternoons, what then,
the midnight paramours, in fleabag tenements,
oh yes, what then is left to do, where to go?

Oh god, what has become of me, where is the self
that used to flock to bars, always seeking
for the partner, gone, turned away.

Then it happened, all of a sudden, you were there
in various guises, on the dance floor, in the back room,
piercing the gloom with cigarettes, movie theatres,

and theatre stubs, always alone, you were there,
after the theatre, greeting me in the lobby, on the elevator.

Now we are alone, in separate parts, and countries.
Who will bring us together again?

Most of my love life has been spent in longing
yet you the most real of all, and the shortest, remain

to haunt the penthouses, and chaumieres, with champagne
and three course dinners.

THEN
You have a melody,
that is the waltz
that imbues sex with meaning and love. Standing before the hearth,
in pink and black pajamas, with a light behind your head,
when you speak, or extending your knees backward to the log fire
I built, for the first time, arriving in the middle of the night
by cab, to the deserted chalet we rented for the summer.

How sweet it was, an ideal situation for us to bloom through
love’s care.
Yes, our health was bad, and we had too much money.
Keeping away from town, without car, or phone, or clock.

Our luck, to run out of
what was it?
You had other things to do, other places to be, other men to love.
And I was not enough, you were my first

John Wieners

2008-12-27T12:34:00.002-05:00

Firing up the hot tub today, with it so warm weather. Holler if you want to soak.

Everyone keeps telling me that they got the Collected Guest and the Collected Spicer for Xmas. I gots neither. I did buy myself a new circuit board for my pellet stove. Woot!

If you are waiting on a special edition of Rabbit Lesson, that should happen soon. There have been design issues. I'll leave it at that. I appreciate your patience and will reward it with extras.

Look for F&F to drop a Jordan Davis book to conclude 2008 or begin 2009, i.e. soon.

Been working on a new cycle of poems.

I've been blessed with many great friends in this poetry thing that we do. I'm so thankful, you have no idea. You people keep me semi-sane. I truly cherish your energies. Much love and gratitude.

Here's a new one:

elegant trogon

pitch a fit snow recedes
inject this red carpet hickey heart
in the distant body
emergent designs animate stare-off
written on her Chucks
moving closer to why
sea anemones
when it ceases to be valuable
spiky thrushes tip
map wishes in your bending spine
a finish to release a grips so
suspect

newly to be noted

2008-12-23T10:04:00.004-05:00

Aaron Tieger and the art of a small chat window. Another beautiful book from Michael Carr.

& Michael Carr's newest. Petrichord has come out guns blazing. Blam, blam.

2008-11-18T09:11:00.001-05:00

Alan Halsey and Geraldine Monk read in Wendell on Monday. Come check it out.

Hector, Tamer of Horses

2008-11-14T14:06:00.003-05:00

RIP

2008-11-05T09:35:00.002-05:00

Yma Sumac

2008-10-24T09:03:00.001-04:00

This is damn exciting.

Same Enemy Rainbow

2008-10-09T13:46:00.001-04:00

Fewer & Further Press is pleased to announce the publication of John Coletti's Same Enemy Rainbow. Same Enemy Rainbow is 30 pages, hand-sewn, and printed on laid paper in an edition of 200 copies, 40 of which are special editions.

Copies can be purchased for $8, postpaid. Please visit the Fewer & Further Press site for an excerpt and cover image. Payments can be made through the site with Paypal.

The special editions are signed by the author and include a small double-sided broadside, for $10. If you would like to purchase a special edition, please contact the editor for availability.
If you would like to pay by check, make check payable to Jess Mynes, and mail it to:

Jess Mynes
121 Lockes Village Rd
Wendell, MA 01379

Thank you very much.

2008-10-07T13:50:00.003-04:00

Just in case you, like John Lackey, think the better team lost last night, read this.

words on words

2008-10-06T16:34:00.003-04:00

Jack Kimball writes up the Boston book release reading of Geoff Olsen, myself, and Kimberly Lyons.

Mathias and Julia each review If and When.

Rizzo

2008-09-30T19:54:00.001-04:00

Read this.

2008-09-30T17:43:00.001-04:00

Added Saturday's Boston reading to my sidebar, check it out. Also posted Geoff Olsen's, working on Kimberly Lyon's next, after getting her OK.

2008-09-22T13:05:00.004-04:00

If and When is now available from Katalanche Press. Please reward their effots. This press does beautiful work, Phototherapique is a stunning book, design and poems.

2008-09-18T14:41:00.001-04:00

Saturday, September 27, 7 pm

Kimberly Lyons, Jess Mynes & Geoff Olsen

a release reading for their new books from
Katalanche Press & Petrichord Books

Pierre Menard Gallery / 10 Arrow St, Cambridge

Kimberly Lyons is the author of Abracadabra (Granary Books) and Saline (Instance Press) as well as numerous chapbooks. Her most recent publication is Phototherapique from Katalanche Press/Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs. She lives in Brooklyn where she works as a psychiatric social worker.

Jess Mynes is the author of If and When (Katalanche Press), in addition to birds for example (CARVE Editions) and In(ex)teriors (Anchorite Press). Recently Clouds, a collaboration with Aaron Tieger, and Sky Brightly Picked (Skysill Press) are forthcoming. He lives in Wendell, MA with a dog and a cat.

Geoffrey Olsen lives in Greenpoint, Brooklyn and works at the Cooper Union in Manhattan. His chapbook End Notebook was recently published by Petrichord Press of Cambridge, MA. Poems of his are forthcoming in Asterisk and EOAGH.

this just in

2008-09-08T13:31:00.001-04:00

Friends,

Petrichord Books is pleased to announce the publication of DOKUMENT, a new chapbook by Catherine Meng.

In a sequence populated by iconic figures ranging from Peachy Peach and Glenn Gould to Bon Jovi and someone called Bullet, Meng writes a fragmentary lyricism informed by her Philip Roth epigraph: "It's impossible to report anything faithfully other than one's own temperature; everything is allegory."

A sample of DOKUMENT by Catherine Meng:

DOKUMENT 10 THE MY OF IT

talking to Peachy Peach about the block of time
& sick from kissing
likewize & out of folkus
trying but crimping the script
ad-lib ensued so all the cars had a line
Bullet said something about
how the price of gasoline
equals the end of sharing
chorus: guffaw
Bullet: Starbucks had something to do with it
chorus: guffaw
the poets: taste great less guffaw
Glenn Gould: over easy please
Tracy: 4 phun give glen some funky yolk

DOKUMENT costs $6, and can be purchased online via paypal at http://petrichord.com/titles.php or by cash or check (made payable to AARON TIEGER) sent to:

67 Rice St. #1
Cambridge, MA 02140

Upcoming from Petrichord in 2008:

SUMMER POEMS by Aaron Tieger
END NOTEBOOK by Geoffrey Olsen
OUT ANOTHER by Michael Carr
RECENTLY CLOUDS by Jess Mynes and Aaron Tieger

Thank you,
Aaron Tieger
Editor, Petrichord Books

2008-09-07T22:39:00.006-04:00


hard eyed acts
 
                      (for Geoff Olsen)
 
I like to be thought of tempting 
a straight line, no accident of the 
mystery in her hands
            sky, closer sky, 
paling, cursing
 
this dawn of yours must make 
sense, such great haste in those 
eyes, what I can't stand is 
            knowing
 
a dozen large birds in 
narrow circles, the grace quick 
of mind, annihilation brink 
short, limber morning, only 
link of green, haven added 
            to first in my head
 
I would 
step onto the other side in 
silhouette, cinch you in the green 
of 
            this long enough 
sculling, scale you for 
            necessity

Rabbit Lesson

2008-09-01T08:29:00.001-04:00

Fewer & Further Press is pleased to announce the publication of Brenda Iijima's Rabbit Lesson. Rabbit Lesson is printed in an edition of 200 copies, 40 of which are special editions.

Copies can be purchased for $7, postpaid. Please visit the Fewer & Further Press site for an excerpt and cover image. Payments can be made through the site with Paypal.

Special editions are hand-sewn and signed by the author, for $9. If you would like to purchase a special edition, please contact the editor for availability.

Determined by Aperture

2008-08-26T17:31:00.001-04:00

Fewer & Further Press is pleased to announce the publication of Shannon Tharp's Determined by Aperture. Determined by Aperture is printed in an edition of 200 copies, 40 of which are special editions.

Copies can be purchased for $7, postpaid. Please visit the Fewer & Further Press site for an excerpt and cover image. Payments can be made through the site with Paypal.

Special editions are hand-sewn and signed by the author, for $9. If you would like to purchase a special edition, please contact the editor for availability.

2008-08-18T22:42:00.006-04:00

Against Numerology

(i)—if you spill salt, throw a little over your shoulder, for memory

It's freezing and you try to remember June,
the garishness and wonder. Or else a song
you loved when you were young, and now
it's stale. Faces you saw in lino, little houses
they told you weren't true but they were, they
were: not the thing itself but the sense
of other and contrary things is real.

(ii)—the whitebeams

The weather down the dales.
Then they were so hungry that they struck
and kept striking. The berries
turning scarlet in the sun, the leaves,
the leaves streamed out like banners.
When they drank it was so hard
and earnest, you'd think they'd never stop.

(iii)—fighting for strangers

The decision was endorsed by committee. Ask
if my attitude is morally defensible. Ask me
if I loved you then. Now look into the black trees
dividing the sky in little chunks, a strike force, a
shanty where small, idiot hungers pipe—where,
in the world, look, another cloud gone down, and
more investment would cost you an eye and ear.

(iv)—nulla rosa est

For everything you ever had stays with you
like a Japanese garden, raked sand. For
folk songs are the souls of dead workers.
For the grove me met in had seven black trees
like banners, and seven is a forgotten number. For
if you lost someone you must hug their absence.
For the other half of this verse is missing.

(v)—seagulls are the souls of dead sailors

Pull it down like a white hankie, its
anger in bedrooms, in windowframes,
fearful to be alone in its night.
Cry to wake the dead—blade
across sky, the banners legend on the wind
tossed out to sea—remember the sea
was always in your eyes on waking.

(vi)—lowlands (for Ann)

Figures dancing a long way off on hills, a
dream we wandered in too freely. Waking
to long for the quiet marshy levels, salt
sea wind in our hair and the moon. Rain
in tiny shells had washed sleep from our eyes,
we cried, as if the songs had never been,
as if our weed filled hearts were cragfast still.

(vii)—the shaggy inkcaps

Autumn—before I noticed, you were gone—
like a little home dissolving on itself.
To know that loss: the pain of hunger
and of love, and in clear air
the acrid smell of bonfires. And to know
I'll find you again, soon. Each day now
I leave the house as if I'll never return.

Richard Caddel

2008-08-04T14:58:00.002-04:00

prefer to
things have
meaning

flowers daybreak bright trope

birdsong

2008-08-01T13:36:00.000-04:00

More bullshit.

END

2008-08-01T12:39:00.001-04:00



  One by one.  The city
  over the hills a nice
  has dripping
          fierce  O
          look
  because you are wetted
  take of sweep  the heat when
  I first shining to
  oppress my hairs.
  Buy me a gut single mulberry furrow
  of desires.  An awl of
  clothes is enough 
  beads of tear to
  endlessly

FEBRUARY LYRIC

2008-07-31T22:14:00.002-04:00

Day bright
blues white
and toed by birds.

Liquid headlights
in pantheon spray
and light of the boundaries
stress

level with icicles
the blossoms that condense.
Nothing is apparent.
It's winter.

Can you name the author?

2008-07-31T10:47:00.000-04:00

Read this.

2008-07-31T10:23:00.000-04:00

I haven't become I wait for

2008-07-30T14:32:00.000-04:00

no Tuesday fortunes you
are that vast in that night too
or made of poor interiors
I fail to pledge lit
at every indentured turn
forest of lightened brashness
roughed to marred silhouette
it hurts too much to make do
no single pleased reason
what lies in fields un-mown cryptic lisp
these time and again eventual wings
two dollars for the first part where I have
she just you don't know with rows of iceberg
no one it'll all come to
no idea, no first day

more Duncan

2008-07-24T18:24:00.002-04:00

But what one knows is the utter fallibility of one's self, a saving grace: and the wondrous fallibiility of the universe. "So many faces, forms, glances." Contradiction may render false to logic; but poetic dialectic comprehends contradiction. Experience insists upon the reality of contradiction.

*******

What more central love than the disturbance and trembling awakend by each new song; the calling up of one's own spirit in answer, the still center in the excitement that comes as the poems are comprehended. A challenge. But to the intoxicated mind a more marvellous alcohol--a nourishment. Of my own otherness. My entirely differentness. It's the coming back to the core of speech -- that poetry might be a revelation of the language written by, created by Man -- a closet of speech wherein one speaks with the vastest spirit -- a revelation of language not personality. What more central love than the comradeship in devotion to art?

Then, but it is not central yet, it is still coming in view, another devotion. The wisdom we seek. The counsels of the language. The purpose, the effort -- is part of the wisdom.

Duncan to Olson

2008-07-23T18:27:00.002-04:00

If as Flaubert has it "A Simple Heart": simple means single track, in a sense--and there is a duplicity not an ambiguity. What one reads is the unwitting verity reveald in the helpless effort to conceal the source and nature of the actual content.

A White City

2008-07-20T23:09:00.005-04:00

My thoughts turn south
a white city
we will wake in one another's arms.
I wake
and hear the steampipe knock
like a metal heart
and find it has snowed.

James Schuyler

formerly

2008-07-17T13:45:00.001-04:00

sky yet another
you vault

black and white
life you are so

very far away
upside down

repeated shove
scotched autumn

trees and day
breaking at your

lips where bees
seize in your whisper

adds up

2008-07-17T13:29:00.000-04:00

for Andy Mister

printed a mess of things
worked on a order for yours
valentines for blunted rewards
barking dogs coaxing snow
wishes kicking down doors
Jonsing for frail leaning, something other
white flowers need evening pollinators
picture window smudges flies dead legs up
beer stains on the local rag
windfall fast I feel it most
it wasn’t anything to begin with
the grip of it
the one thing in common

written on a paper bag

2008-07-17T13:28:00.000-04:00

clover flowers splay,
fleck to dirt rain depressions
road drought withered ferns
nuzzle, furl

plaid oak leaf mossy
incline through eaten
leaf pinholes slunk
rotted hemlocks, crocus
or lily like leaves eclipse
pond’s surface drunken
yellow jackets, bees and reeds birch
branch in beige sand flower
shadows wobble, wind peaks
near dusk

artificial

2008-07-17T13:27:00.001-04:00

say the same in words
with instinct

you are vague to every
fire hydrant

find in feeling location

this reckless haphazard

to undermine the pretend to know

the remainder with sunlight

part of those resembled portions

the reason I always linger
in my own limited heart

of wild cheering

2008-07-17T13:26:00.001-04:00

keep sending waves
ebb and I am giant
to no butterflies
grace the sun warm flutter
reaching to some core
and hardening branch
green sea Clementine science
turns out season as
trying as your face in
window in winter

2008-07-16T10:48:00.002-04:00

New Coolidge at Penn Sound. Look-see the sidebar.

2008-07-15T08:04:00.003-04:00

Harvested about 70 heads off garlic last night, stripped them, hung them. Planted a fall crop of kale, collards, and cabbage on their heels. Soon to plant brussel sprouts, broccoli, more cabbage, etc.

Trying to catch up with the weeds... hard to do one handed (broken pinkie).

Bunch of F&F stuff about to drop, keep your eyes peeled.

Phone died right after hooking up dial up, working on that.

Anyone interested in trading book assembling help for wine/beer/produce, holler via back channel.

Belated thanks to everyone in Milwaukee and Chicago who made those readings and the trip itself so excellent. Couldna been better.

Reading Olson-Duncan letters.

Soon to be working on a collaboration with Amy Borezo.

Way behind with correspondences and orders due to injury (see above) and lack of internet at home, which I just reconnected.

primeval landscape, 1944

2008-07-14T15:02:00.005-04:00

ochre beads drop
wobbled bends
striations harp

pollywogs sensitive fern

piano chords wed

motes noise margins

2008-07-08T13:49:00.003-04:00

The Antagonists

an amateur brainwasher?
now there would be more delay than increasing agony

a formal lecture made his hands enormous

a realist prestige began to blame the fact that it happened so long ago

breakdowns through an overworked smile

as small as shamelessly as usurious

flinching, his head moved making his grab a slick lead-in

had it been refused, you would see it breaking?

that’s the rod I keep in pickle, well enough to wish him ill

shoot the awkward question, a god-awful bungle, stark riven

gratefully the left handed undreamt of success

in an armchair too small to stain

capitalist determinacy called the arts his way of life
the odds he’d been told every second of it

alive from both of them, an important fine too civilized to this sunless land

magnificent teeth, go to sleep

his heels here without reason

you can count in the inception of missiles

best microwave man alive

prynne

2008-07-02T09:14:00.001-04:00


To swell up so long, this time indwelling
      in clouds going to flowers,
in order routine adjunct and smother
      the meaner grace below us.

2008-06-19T10:00:00.001-04:00

new garden crops this year

2008-06-13T15:21:00.003-04:00

visionary art

2008-06-13T12:00:00.004-04:00

There are more Vollis Simpson pictures here. I've posted some personal photos of his work on the blog before. This is the stuff that makes my heart and head race.

2008-06-13T11:34:00.001-04:00

Buy this. Chris does beautiful work and I'll bet dollars to doughnuts the work is superb.

2008-06-12T12:09:00.000-04:00

Mathias on Hotels. Thanks Mathias.

2008-06-12T12:02:00.001-04:00

Milwaukee!

2008-06-12T12:01:00.000-04:00

It’s the intelligent juxtaposition. By intelligent I’m simply saying that some thinking or emotion has occurred in the author before the actual choice and juxtaposition are made. That intelligence only becomes evident when we can see that juxtaposition and realize that something happened in this guy which made him choose these things. But again, this is a problem for readers. They want to know whether this is prose or poetry. They want it to be one or another. I can see how in one way this is a legitimate concern for the reader. However, I say, What are you worried about? Just sit down and read the thing.

2008-06-04T12:22:00.002-04:00

Reading in Milwaukee June 26th with Michael Carr. Email me if you would like the details, otherwise I'll post them when I have more info.

Today's rain is just the thing. The garden has been very dry.

The proposed solstice reading is being pushed back until late summer or fall, but the planning for it is in the works. I'll be making noise about it soon.

I have not internets at home these days which has been great for upping my reading and gardening, but not so great for correspondences. I'm posting this during my lunch break. Now I must go to the gym.

My friend Lewis just handed me four Prynne chapbooks. Very nice. I have the Collected thanks to Sam, but the chaps are more digestible. I've been pouring over them.

and this

2008-05-21T14:45:00.000-04:00

2008-05-21T14:34:00.004-04:00

Open up your wallet, let the bats out, and buy these:
Andrew Hughes Sweethearts of the Great Migration
Kimberly Lyons Phototherapique or buy it here

Garden photos coming soon!

Jon Lester! Then Masterson. Next up Colon. Go Sox.

Reading in Chicago at the end of the month.

Writing up a storm. Send me a note and/or axe in the comments, and I'll send you a poem.

Now back to my silence.

2008-05-09T10:25:00.000-04:00

Upcoming Reading

2008-05-08T08:38:00.001-04:00

Saturday May, 17th

East Coast Aliens
216 Franklin St
btwn. Green & Huron
Greenpoint, Brooklyn
G to Greenpoint Ave (exit at India St)
B61/B43/B42

I'm still here

2008-04-23T15:24:00.001-04:00

Battling insomnia, gardening, publishing books, writing poems, etc. I'll have more to say soon. Busy. Busy. Busy.

2008-03-20T10:43:00.001-04:00

2008-03-19T14:33:00.001-04:00

2008-03-19T09:17:00.001-04:00

Gina on Hotels and Asterisk 4. Thanks Gina!

2008-03-14T21:59:00.000-04:00

fyi

2008-03-14T21:05:00.002-04:00

The new issue of Abraham Lincoln, i.e. Issue #2, has a couple of Massey/Mynes collabs.