Thursday, December 30, 2010

The Best American Poetry: Book Recommendations

Ben & Amy Read Chapbooks: Holidaze Edition by Ben Mirov and Amy Lawless

Doing last minute Xmas shopping? So are we. Here are some "artisanal art objects" you can purchase straight from the hands of their makers. Impress your friends and family with your good taste and access to independently published literature. [Note justifying poems is super "in" right now, but TypePad isn't quite on to the trend so apologies if the poems don't look exactly as they do on the page. We tried!]

Mark Leidner’s Willie (Minutes Books, Quarterhouse Books).



Poems: The titular “Willie” is a funny, funny persona poem about the kind of egotistical shit that only goes on in the heads of the Ivy League educated. “Memoirs of a Secret Agent” is exactly the kind of sci-fi poem we have been trying to write for two years (at once the mouthfeel of James Bond and classic 60s television show “The Prisoner”). “Things to Call Water” is a beautiful language-loving list poem that doesn’t make us want to commit murder-suicide to annihilate all list poems.

Construction: Hand drawn covers that look like they were conceived by a bunch of prophetic kindergarteners. Our copy has a Sharpie drawing of planet Earth on the cover with expensive lookin’ paper on the inside.

My best friend at Harvard was this really sagacious
engineering major named Willie who studied psychology in
his spare time. He’d invented a new way to analyze
personalities he’d dubbed ‘The Egypt Test.’ Subjects were
asked to clear their minds, and suspend them of all
conscious thought, then he would ask them, “What’s the
first thing you think of when you hear me say the
word…Egypt?” Most people responded, “Pyramids,” or “The
Nile.” After the test, Willie would explain that if you said
pyramids, you were partial to artifice, geometry, and the
mind. If, however, you answered Nile, you favored nature,
sexuality, and believed organic things to reign supreme.
When Willie did the test on me, I took forever to answer.
Nile or pyramids, pyramids or Nile, Nile or pyramids! I
couldn’t decide. The truth is, both popped into my head at
the exact same time. When I confessed this to Willie,
thinking I’d failed the test, he said, “No. You are the third
category. You reject my simplistic dualities, and see beyond
the mind-nature dichotomy… into the truth of things.” I
wiped my tears on the sleeves of my blazer. Willie gave me
a hug. He was my best friend at Harvard.


Foul Feelings
, Brian Kalkbrenner (self-published).



Reading Foul Feelings feels like someone is secretly building a lazy tunnel inside of you by using as few words as possible and dildos and body parts. Sometimes it’s like someone’s hitting on you via Craigslist and sometimes it feels like reading hundred syllable haiku truth-bombs.

Construction: perfect (?) bound. Most poems are justified for a clean look. Most importantly, the book fits in your back jean pocket and prominently features suggestive horses on the cover.

from Foul Feelings

If you ever look at a picture of a
hurricane or a video you can watch it
unfold like a huge dark flower. Then
again if your town’s destroyed nobody’s
thinking what wonderful beauty. If your
house and possessions are whisked off
you’re in the midst of danger and fear
presides. But then a community comes
together and men and people share food
and create shelter. Getting back on track is
key for everybody and when you’re lucky
you haven’t been killed, nobody’s
suicidal. A good example is every year in
the Midwest, and yet the fair goes on. I
think if you saw them fold up and despair,
all of us would be disappointed.

Crystal Hard-On, Douglas Piccinnini (Minutes Books).



After an acid style flashback to borrowing The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe twelve times and never getting past the first chapter, we got into Crystal Hard-on despite the fact that there are ZERO crystal dicks, crystal dildos, crystal hard-ons (barring the title and the titular poem which itself doesn’t have a literal hard-on….), or crystal penises. Not even crystallized urine hanging out on the little hole at the tip. It was like a constant game of "just the tip" with this withholding slash enjoyable book.


Advice to the Graduates


for hopes this bruisling commutes

back to pigment or sins itself

toward obscurity I find

some corks are better fed

burst over admiring chests


Office Work, Jackie Clark (Greying Ghost).




If you’ve ever worked in an office, this beautiful chapbook will appeal to you. Even if you haven’t, you know that the definition of being an adult is doing horribly boring shit in front of computers, beneath soul killing florescent lights.

Construction: Manila folder thickness cover and green accountant paper, and even comic book pages add an extra element of the work life. Poems are all prose poems. This seems obvious once one asks the question, "Is there anything less 9-5 than a line break?"

from Office Work

I worry about self-importance, about keeping secrets from yourself.

I feel unnerved when office doors are open but no noise comes from
inside. Is it simply day-dreaming, is it the men on the scaffolding
across the way. Through the window in a 5th floor classroom I once
saw a man standing naked inside his apartment across 14th street.
I thought how bold to be standing there like that without at all
thinking, well, it’s his apartment.

*

Supposedly Fibonacci numbers govern all action. The distance between

is the golden ratio. The direction the leaves grow off their branches.
According to The New Yorker, most people learned about Fibonacci
numbers during the summer of 2003 while reading The Di Vinci Code,
sitting out there in their little beach chairs. I’ve never read The Di Vinci
Code but I think I want numbers to be the reason why I walk on the
outside of the sidewalk on 6th Avenue or why I see Patricia Clarkson
outside my building at least once a week. It all seems so inconsequential,
why shouldn’t it be arranged? I wonder what gets stored in that little
section of my brain where I used to remember people’s birthdays and
phone numbers. If I am ever stranded anywhere without my cell phone
I could always call my best friend from 3rd grade’s parents’ house. It’s a
meeting kind of morning. I have collated all the documents. I have
paper clipped them and put them in piles.


Nine Live Two-Headed Animals, Eric Amling (Greying Ghost).




DRAWING A BLANK. NEED TWO HOURS TO REREAD IT AND NAP.... ....... ......... ................. Jesus. Dreamt we were in a sleigh made of beards being pulled by a bunch of faceless humanoids towards some kind of huge machine that distributes those propeller hats and bags of candy corns.

Construction: Friendly and approachable, like a dude on the street who just wants to sell you a pillowcase full of used candles and a turtle.


Windmill Creeps


The snow was falling
like retarded little angels
‘round the hamster’s grave

Nevermind, pop the cherry
on the fire extinguisher,
put out those lawn chairs

*

The firecrackers wacky
discharge jammed
into a screwed animal’s periphery

The jack rabbit blew its cover
behind the Sears & Roebuck
screened
ample view sun room

through a patch of fungi
like scattered dice

*

I swam & swam a diabolical
breaststroke
in my swimmies

Choogled with a box turtle in
the steady carbon outfields

*

Never a universe
without coupons

Slim Whitman & bacon

The windmill
pacing the days:

Backwoods / Golden / Gigantic


Customer, Elaine Khan (Glass Eye Books/Ecstatic Peace Library).



Poems: If we could somehow use the adjective "rapey" in a positive, upbeat manner to describe Customer, we would. Reading this chapbook is like finding a used crack pipe on the street in a moment where it catches the sun's golden rays like one of God's tiny miracles.

Construction: Someone told us this was made by Thurston Moore's press. Picture on the cover of the author sweating in a fast food restaurant or something. Looks like she's being interviewed by a local news station about an "area resident" that went on a stabbing spree.


Laps

Else, she in the bath, she
watch her hair swirl like bad
she bled on someone else's tongue

In my mind you
give a glittering damn
a little penetration
of the netting



What I Want and What I Want, Chelsea Martin (Jerk Ethics).



Poems: in the front-matter, Martin writes “…but don’t worry, I’m perfectly stable and particularly non-crazy. Ask almost anyone.” When we saw this warning, we thought “God this is going to be really fucked up. It’s a book of poems, not a bottle of hallucinogens, right?" We finished thinking, “Wish she’d left the warning off because now we feel like we're the crazy ones. There’s no warning before Ariel. There’s no warning before The Dreamsongs. There’s no warning before Trout Fishing in America----Oh, now we get it. HAHAHAHA."

Construction: Amazing comic animal illustrations on cover and through the interior by William Schultz.


from What I Want and What I Want

I wanted to confront him about how there was something
wrong with his system of definitions if when I was being
selfish it was because I was trying too hard to be around
him and when he was being selfish it was because he had
forgotten my existence. I wanted to say something about
how unsettling it was that the only thing that seemed to
make him feel emotional was hiding packages of ramen
from him when he wasn’t feeling silly. And something
about how unfair it was the time he sat there smiling at a
text message from someone else after I had asked him a
somewhat emotionally-important question and was wait-
ing for a response, and how he was always doing that kind
of thing, like making me walk from room to room with
him just to finish a conversation.


******

Ben Mirov grew up in Northern California. He is the author of Ghost Machine (Caketrain, 2010) and the chapbooks I is to Vorticism (New Michigan Press, 2010), Collected Ghost (H_NG_MN, 2010) and Vortexts (SUPERMACHINE, 2011). He is general editor of pax americana and poetry editor of LIT Magazine. He lives in Brooklyn.

Amy Lawless is author of Noctis Licentia, Black Maze Books, 2010. She lives in Brooklyn.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

37th ANNUAL NEW YEAR’S DAY MARATHON READING

The Poetry Project at St. Mark's Church

January 1, 2011
2:00 pm
Saturday

Poets and Performers for 2011 include: John Giorno, Patti Smith, Lenny Kaye, Philip Glass, Suzanne Vega, Taylor Mead, Eric Bogosian, Anne Waldman & Ambrose Bye, Vito Acconci, Foamola, Anselm Berrigan, Ariana Reines, Peter Gizzi, Liz Willis, Ted Greenwald, Bruce Andrews & Sally Silvers, The Church of Betty, Thom Donovan, Tim Griffin, Todd Colby, Tom Savage, David Shapiro, Jonas Mekas, Josef Kaplan, Judith Malina, Albert Mobilio, Alex Abelson, Maria Mirabal, Bill Kushner, David Freeman, David Kirschenbaum, Diana Rickard, Don Yorty, Dorothea Lasky, Douglas Dunn, Alan Gilbert, Alan Licht w/ Angela Jaeger, Charles Bernstein, Christopher Stackhouse, Citizen Reno, Cliff Fyman, Corina Copp, Aaron Kiely, Adeena Karasick, Bill Zavatsky, Bob Holman, Robert Fitterman, Rodrigo Toscano, Brenda Iijima, Brendan Lorber, Brett Price, Corrine Fitzpatrick, Curtis Jensen, Dael Orlandersmith, David Vogen, Derek Kroessler, Diana Hamilton, ARTHUR’S LANDING, CAConrad, Akilah Oliver, Douglas Piccinnini, John S. Hall, Samita Sinha, Sara Wintz, Secret Orchestra with special guest Joanna Penn Cooper, Shonni Enelow, Bob Rosenthal, Brenda Coultas, John Yau, Julian T. Brolaski, Evelyn Reilly, Filip Marinovich, Douglas Rothschild, Drew Gardner, Eleni Stecopoulos, Elinor Nauen, Eve Packer, Jo Ann Wasserman, Joanna Fuhrman, Dustin Williamson, E. Tracy Grinnell, Ed Friedman, Edwin Torres, Eileen Myles, Elliott Sharp, Emily XYZ, Erica Hunt, Erica Kaufman, Evan Kennedy, Joe Elliot, Joel Lewis, Frank Sherlock, Gillian McCain, Greg Fuchs, Janet Hamill, Jeremy Hoevenaar, Jessica Fiorini, Jibade-Khalil Huffman, Jim Behrle, Julianna Barwick, Julie Patton, Michael Lydon, Lisa Jarnot, Maggie Dubris, Marcella Durand, Marty Ehrlich, Merry Fortune, Michael Cirelli, Kristen Kosmas, Laura Elrick, Lauren Russell, Leopoldine Core, Nina Freeman, Paolo Javier, Patricia Spears Jones, Paul Mills (Poez), Michael Scharf, Mike Doughty, Karen Weiser, Lewis Warsh, Linda Russo, Penny Arcade, Peter Bushyeager, Rebecca Moore, Mónica de la Torre, Murat Nemet-Nejat, Nathaniel Siegel, Nick Hallett, Nicole Peyrafitte, Pierre Joris & Miles Joris-Peyrefitte, Kathleen Miller, Katie Degentesh, Kye Ginger, Ken Chen, Kim Lyons, Kim Rosenfield, India Radfar, Tonya Foster, Stephanie Gray, Susan Landers, Tony Towle, Tracie Morris, Valery Oisteanu, John Coletti, Rachel Levitsky, Edmund Berrigan, Jamie Townsend, Macgregor Card, Wayne Koestenbaum, Will Edmiston, Yoshiko Chuma, Nicole Wallace, Arlo Quint, Stacy Szymaszek and more T.B.A

General admission $20/Students & Seniors $15/Members $10.

131 E. 10th St. New York NY 10003
212-674-0910 | info@poetryproject.org

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

CRYSTAL HARD-ON Reviewed by Josef Kaplan



The OCT/NOV 2010 issue of the Poetry Project Newsletter features Ariana Reines' poem "Rainer Werner Fassbinder" along with Ben Fama on Matvei Yankelevich's Boris By The Sea, Sara Wintz on Cathy Wagner's My New Job, Ken L. Walker on Edwin Torres' In the Function of External Circumstances, Josef Kaplan's "Chapbook Roundup" and oh, so much more!


Wednesday, October 6, 2010

A FEW RDGS THIS WEEK

10PM | Friday, October 8th

The Poetry Project at St. Mark’s Church

131 E. 10th St.

New York, NY


w/ David Lau


David Lau's first book of poetry, Virgil and the Mountain Cat, came out last year from UC Press. He is co-editor of Lana Turner: a Journal of Poetry and Opinion. He teaches regularly at Cabrillo College and the University of California, Santa Cruz; for spring 2011, he is visiting faculty in the graduate program in creative writing at St. Mary’s College. New poems are forthcoming in A Public Space and Columbia. His other ongoing projects include Laborland, a video documentary on labor and art in California, and political organizing with the student movement in the golden state.


7PM | Saturday, October 9th

Flying Object

42 West Street

Hadley, MA


w/ Ben Fama and Christie Ann Reynolds


Ben Fama is the author of the chapbook Aquarius Rising (Ugly Duckling Presse) and co-author of the chapbook Girl Boy Girl Boy (The Corresponding Society). He is the founder of the Brooklyn-based Supermachine Reading Series and poetry journal. His work has appeared in GlitterPony, notnostrums, EOAGH and No, Dear Magazine, among others.


Christie Ann Reynolds is a native New Yorker and holds degrees from Hofstra University, Queens College and The New School. Her chapbook, idiot heart, was chosen in 2008 by Brenda Shaughnessy for The New School Chapbook Competition. She is the co-author of a chapbook, Girl Boy Girl Boy forthcoming with Correspondences and author of Revenge Poems, Supermachine’s first chapbook. Christie Ann was the recipient of a 2003 undergraduate Academy of American Poetry Award. Some of her work has been published or is forthcoming in Blaze Vox, La Petite Zine, The Houston Literary Review, Pax Americana, Maggy, Sub-Lit, and others. She teaches writing at Hofstra University, for The Borough Writing Workshop and is co-curator of the Stain of Poetry Reading Series.


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see you there!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

A Telephone Dials a Crowd: Brooklyn Weekend Readings

Another September weekend extended its hand of literary appreciation the Brooklyn way. Autumn is shaping up to be anchovy-packed with these events of vivid poetry, enlivening fiction, and on-the-spot conceptualized performances. There are twenty to thirty plus readings yet to occur in Brooklyn and Manhattan by the end of the month—September attentiveness required.

Friday night was the release party for the inaugural issue of Telephone, a palm-sized seasonally released magazine devoted to the multiple translations of a solitary poet. A true myriad. The schematic of the framework for Telephone follows the notions of the children’s game where an initial phrase whispered into a neighbor’s ear gets almost Dadaistically turned around into its nonsensical opposite.

The editors of Telephone, Sharmila Cohen and Paul Legault claim: “Things are misheard. Things change. That’s the point.” They also say that they want to “bask in the general shiftiness of translation.” That’s exactly what happened at 177 Livingston Street in downtown Brooklyn on Friday night. The space is, in part (there are two other hosting groups), organized and curated by Triple Canopy in a 5,000 square foot warehouse that moderates numerous events—artist talks, lectures, musical performances, film screenings, classes, etc. They also have a pretty great library.

For this particular performance, Telephone organized an incredible consortium of readers to verbally present the majority of Issue 1. As well, an actual game of telephone went around the room of upwards to 70 or 80 people. To paraphrase (the only way to go about it), the opening line of the game, inaudibly whispered by Mary Jo Bang and ending some eighty or so ears later, had the word “German” in it. The process of the game, by the end, somehow altered that to “Russian”.

This first issue focused on translating some of the work of the poet Uljana Wolf. The order of Friday night’s readers were as follows:

For: bad-bald-bet/t-brief

Uljana Wolf

Mary Jo Bang

John Gallaher (called in on his phone, ed. Paul Legault verbally stenographed)

Eugene Ostashevsky

For: last-lied-list-log-lump

Uljana Wolf

Susan Bernofsky

Macgregor Card

John Gallaher (called in on his phone, ed. Paul Legault verbally stenographed)

For: understand-under stand

Uljana Wolf

Christian Hawkey

Eugene Ostashevsky

Nathaniel Otting

For: well e-wink-wink-wink el

Uljana Wolf

Priscilla Becker

Megan Ewing

Robert Fitterman (as conceptually enacted by ed. Sharmila Cohen)

For: zet-zoo-zu

Uljana Wolf

Priscilla Becker

Susan Bernofsky

Robert Fitterman (as conceptually enacted by ed. Sharmila Cohen)

Saturday night brought the opening of the Fall season—in its nearly two-year-run—of the Crowd Reading Series, curated by Douglas Piccinnini. Crowd has hosted innumerable established and up-and-coming poets since February of 2009, calling themselves “a community-based project that connects artists, performers and writers.”

Each Crowd reading is held in the Morgantown area (as is oft-referred by the locals) of Bushwick at Café Orwell on Varet. Café Orwell, a coffeehouse with unique food items on its menu, occasionally hosts music and performance but has been the space for Crowd since their inception. The café opened in December of 2008 and, notably, serves Stumptown coffee. Various artists’ work hangs on the walls in traditional café-style. They, as well, have a horde of books all stacked in the back of the café where a foot-or-so-tall stage lays.

Folks in the audience were certainly not disappointed by the handpicked poets and sole fiction reader that read; however, a slight bit of disenchantment spread when the rumor that there was to be no beer served came true. Café Orwell (good news!) is, nonetheless, anticipating a liquor license soon. The next Crowd reading could get a bit livelier. Otherwise, think flask.

Four authors shared the stage, each reading multiple pieces, averaging out at ten to fifteen minutes per reader. They are listed in chronological order below:

Niina Pollari (poetry)

Lauren Spohrer (fiction)

BREAK

Sara Wintz (poetry)

Michael Scharf (poetry)

Ken L. Walker