Thursday, March 26, 2009

I remove a nail (reenactment)

Step 1) I remove the nail.





























See the hole? Just above and to the left of center.















IT WAS AS BIG AS MY HEAD



















No it wasn't. Whatever.















                   FIN

How do I feel about theory? This tells you basically how I feel about theory

Occasional Visiting Professor of Applied Narcotics, Stanley J. Krammerhead III, Jr., analyzes the Rutles.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Isn't reading Freud to understand literature kind of like asking the guy who invented the lobotomy for gardening tips?
Why does literary theory want so fucking badly to be social studies or philosophy or psychology or something else that it isn't?

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Notes to self and others (copies and pasties)

LISA ROBERTSON and SINA QUEYRAS

We are proud to have a visit from two acclaimed Canadian poets who have both done remarkable things with the lyric essay form. Coach House Books, Canada’s preeminent avant-garde small press, has recently published Lisa Robertson’s Magenta Soul Whip by Lisa Robertson and Expressway by Sina Queyras. The authors will read from their work and participate in a discussion.

Friday, March 20, 6:00 pm, in Room 9204.
CUNY Graduate Center, 365 Fifth Avenue, New York.

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Friday, March 20 2009 7:00pm

The Multifarious Array

Tony Mancus, Myronn Hardy & Jess Mynes

Hosted by Sommer Browning

Pete's Candy Store
709 Lorimer Street,
Williamsburg, Brooklyn

Free
L to Lorimer, G to Metropolitan

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Segue Reading Series @ Bowery Poetry Club
Saturday March 21 4:00 p.m. - 6:00 p.m.
308 Bowery, just north of Houston
$6 admission goes to support the readers

K. Silem Mohammad is the author Breathalyzer (Edge Books, 2008), A Thousand Devils (Combo Books, 2004), and Deer Head Nation (Tougher Disguises, 2003). Abraham Lincoln, which he edits with Anne Boyer, is the single most significant poetry magazine in North America that always features a large cat and a rainbow on its front cover.

Lytle Shaw’s most recent books include The Chadwick Family Papers (a collaboration with Jimbo Blachly, Periscope, 2009) and Frank O'Hara: The Poetics of Coterie (University Of Iowa Press, 2006).

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Date: Saturday, March 21, 2009
Time: 7:30pm - 10:30pm
Location: erika’s loft
Street: williamsburg
City/Town: South Brooklyn, NY

Join me for three great writers: Amy King, Ana Božičević and Jeni Olin–

Ana Božičević emigrated to NYC from Croatia in 1997. Her first book, Stars of the Night Commute, will be published by Tarpaulin Sky Press in Fall 2009. I.e., stars will appear in the sky. Her most recent chapbook, God, Sebastian, Amy, is available from Flying Guillotine Press. With Amy King, she curates the Stain of Poetry reading series. For more, visit nightcommute.org and stainofpoetry.com.

Jeni Olin lives in Manhattan where she rages in “posh isolation” with her maltese dog Good Times. Jeni received her BA & MFA from Naropa University. Her first full-length book BLUE COLLAR HOLIDAY was published by Hanging Loose in 2005. Her most recent publication is a chapbook of pharmaceutical sonnets about antidepressants titled THE PILL BOOK from Faux Press, 2008. She is currently working on a manuscript called EVERYBODY LEAVES. Also she is changing her name to Truck Darling and her friends call her truck…

Amy King is the author of I’m the Man Who Loves You and Antidotes for an Alibi, and forthcoming, Slaves to Do These Things (Blazevox Books). For information on the reading series Amy co-curates, please visit The Stain of Poetry: A Reading Series (http://www.facebook.com/note_redirect.php?note_id=70666913454&h=4225e512ade41a079f65d0710ce0c10c&url=http%3A%2F%2Fstainofpoetry.wordpress.com%2F) or visit her at http://www.amyking.org/.

Email Amy for the address [amyhappens at gmail.com].

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Soccergirl, Incorporated

A year or two ago I discovered this podcast called Soccergirl, Incorporated and I stopped listening to it for awhile for no reason and then I started listening to it again like just the other day.

It's hard to summarize what it is, but basically you have the host whose name is Soccergirl (aka Anneke Rudegeair) and she talks about things and stuff and makes up songs and what I guess you'd call skits and she's very smart and clever and her show is very well-made DIY at its best et cetera and she looks like-->

but anyway basically what she is is a pioneer of the artform/media-thing type deal known as the podcast. It's sort of bringing back old-time radio traditions a little bit, like in the sense of 'talk radio' that isn't the kind of 'talk radio' you hear on regular 'talk radio'. You know, 'theater of the mind' type stuff. (Soccergirl is especially good at this because she's very good at doing different voices.)

She also talks about various parts of the human body a lot in a very humorous and shameless way that's very refreshing.

She has over 300 episodes so far. Click the link above or look for her on iTunes and listen to her on the subway like I do. Yay.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Good advice from Frank Black


"I think it's great that there's independent outlets for music, and independently-minded artists and fans, but I think it's okay too for people to listen to the new Bon Jovi album or whatever, it doesn't really matter. That dude has a Rush hat on, right, because there's people in the world that like Rush. I don't, but that's just because I don't. I'm not cooler because I don't, you know what I mean? The whole cool thing, corporate rock vs. indie rock, it's all baloney. It's just rock and roll."

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

My "shelf" has been deemed "not haut"


Judgment is swift and harsh over at HTMLGIANT. (Commenters are divided, however.) What do you think? Yeah, I know, you can't see most of the titles because of the skinny spines. But I'm counting on you poetry people to recognize the books based on what little of the cover design you can see.

How about this. My own little contest: let's see who can name the most books in this picture, based on whatever visual data you can gather. The winner receives nothing.

Sound good?

OK, fine, the winner receives my admiration. (What you don't know is, I already admire you, so I'm not really sacrificing anything. Suckers!)

Monday, March 9, 2009

Saturday, March 7, 2009

I am currently reading everything. This includes Eeeee Eee Eeee, by Tao Lin.

I might, might, have started reading this because it's trendy.

I have definitely, definitely, continued reading it because it's knocking my socks off. Look at them. Look at my socks. All the way over there, on the other side of the room.

I think I might start putting some of my Goodreads reviews on here. None of them are very substantive, but what they lack in substance they make up for in shallowness.

Here is my Goodreads review of Eeeee Eee Eeee:

My copy is missing pp. 33-64. Pages 153-184 are duplicated where 33-64 should be. I need to get a new copy. 

Always, always, always check to make sure a book's pages are all there and in order before you buy it.

This happened six years ago when I read White Teeth by Zadie Smith. Since then I have never been able to turn a page in a book without checking the page numbers to make sure that the page I'm turning to is the correct number.

Since it's been more than 30 days since I bought this, I can't return it for a refund. I wonder if they'll exchange it for the same item if I show them the error. Even if they won't do that, I might just give it back to them so that they can check to make sure their other copies don't have the same problem. That would be a considerate act and I think I would feel good about it.

UPDATE 3/7/09

After a brief interruption I have resumed reading Eeeee Eee Eeee. I acquired my new and correctly paginated copy via the American Express® ThankYou Rewards program, wherein 'points' accrued over time through the use of my Citi Amex card may be redeemed for merchandise. I redeemed 2500 points (just over half my total points) to acquire Eeeee Eee Eeee.

And I'm very happy to report that it's as good as people say it is and better than other people say it is.

I am very excited to be reading two 'experimental' novels at the same time. The other one is The Red Robins by Kenneth Koch. Of course I'm still reading Tristram Shandy and Gravity's Rainbow if you want to count those. Is Infinite Jest 'experimental'? Is Infinite Jest called 'experimental'? Either way, I'm reading that too.

Much love for all the above.

But back to Eeeee Eee Eeee. Stay tuned. I mean, read it. Forget my review. Forget all reviews.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

I am currently reading The Red Robins, by Kenneth Koch

Because I'm silly, I had put off reading this book for years even though it's been in my possession all those very years. A first edition! With cover art by Larry Rivers, as is customary with Koch's books. I'm so excited to finally be reading this. Here is a sample, the beginning of chapter 3:

There are no tigers anymore. No tigers. There is a tiger with me now. He is a useful tiger. My tiger, I call him, and, for me, he eats up everything that is around me that I don't like. Which is some days almost everything except the air; and on other days includes that foul stinking air. My tiger would eat ME up, which would be to my delight, but for a paradox which reason cannot resolve. He is my creation, my tiger, and the weather cannot, except in a symbolic sense, destroy the day.


Going back to Koch is like listening to Louis Armstrong or something. Just clears away the cobwebs and blogwebs and delivers energy like an energy drink. Or several energy drinks. Works for me anyway.

Taking down Dickman

I'm only halfway through this review by Michael Schiavo and I have to go to bed, but I have already found it extremely satisfying.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

I finally figured

out what to do with my "other" blog. I've decided that Unflatic's purpose will be to serve as a place where I put up stories that are in progress at first, and then eventually finished. The instant gratification of posting every day will help spur me along in finishing the stories. That's the theory. I'm a person who needs spurring.

Spurrrrrrrrrrr.............

20 boox?

This meme confuses me. Twenty books that made you fall in love with poetry. Why would it take twenty? If the first ten books on your list didn't get the job done, then what are they doing on the list? In other words, if the first book on your list made you fall in love with poetry—and it must have, since it's on the list—then aren't the following nineteen superfluous, as far as the list is concerned?

Anyway I can't even remember which one was first. It was either Leaves of Grass (which to this day I've only read a tiny fraction of), or this book by Cummings, 100 Selected Poems. Those were both teenager books (meaning books read by me as a teenager).

Then there was Eliot in college (mainly just Prufrock, which was pretty earthshaking for me at the time—I thought it was hilarious), and Koch, Schuyler, James Tate and Dean Young. (I didn't like Ashbery until a bit later, towards the end of college.)

There might have been some others in there too, I just can't remember off the top of my head what took the top of my head off. I also can't remember individual books. I guess I think more in terms of authors than books when it comes to poetry. I'm not a person who cares so much about a poetry book as "a book". I constantly forget which poems are in which books. Even though nowadays I usually try to read a book front to back, I didn't do that so much when I was starting to read poetry. I skipped around. I was just thinking about poems, not books.

So, yeah. No list from me.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Self-reimbursement plan, step one: no book purchases of any kind for at least three months.

                 "                     "        "    two: try to find granola bars and M&M's in bulk.

                 "                     "        "    three: haven't thought of it yet. Ideas, people?

Sunday, March 1, 2009


Someone came here from either Hay River or Yellowknife, Northwest Territories!

Who knew they had internet up there? How is that even possible?

Whenever I look at a map of Canada I'm awestruck. Not so much because it's big. The U.S. is big too. But in Canada, especially in the west, there are

So. Few. People.

Population of Northwest Territories (2006): 41,464.

Dude. That's smaller than my neighborhood (Hamilton Heights).

Northwest Territories is 440,479 square miles. That's about .09 people per square mile. In other words, 10.6 miles per person.

Now, the population of Yellowknife, the capital, was 18,700 in 2006. So take that away from 41,464, and you find that the population of NT outside this town is just 22,764. Which means you have a population density of .05 people per square mile, or 19.3 square miles per person!!!

One person
for every
nineteen
point
three
square miles.

People who live there must feel like interplanetary explorers. I know I would. So many miles of trees and mountains and lakes and ice and snow and tundra and bears and caribou who know no more about Twitter than they do about movable type, or freaking cuneiform for that matter.

And they have a mountain called Mount Nirvana. How cool is that? It's the highest point in the NT.

And, coolest of all...

IT HAS NARWHALS ON ITS COAT OF ARMS