Cannibal Spices No. 3

a collaboration with s·l edited by Alessandro Mistrorigo, Stephen Willey, Alex Davies Published: Feb 09 Publisher: Openned Press Format: PDF Price: £free View free: PDF (1.4MB) Poets featured in this publication:

• David-Baptiste Chirot
• Jesús Malia Gandiaga
• Alessandro Mistrorigo
• Albert Pellicer
• Julio Reija

Click to read more ...

Folklore

I confess I never do put Folklore all together. Its seams, though apparent, are rife with goods—so it hardly matters (“The brain is a delicate wind that surrounds hinge.”) I go to things like the lines toward the end of the book that read “Set out for & came back with. Hours. Is, is, and is. // Water has no answer. // Our great love.” And I put that next to the Hawthorne quote (out of The Marble Faun) that closes Folklore and reads in part “now that life had so much human promise in it, they resolved to go back to their own land; because the years, after all, have a kind of emptiness, when we spend too many of them on a foreign shore” and try to think that that—a sense of dislocation put against an impulverable history (green Albion in song and story) is one of the sources of the book, or one of its “meanings.”

John Latta on Tim Atkins' Folklore. More to read at his blog, Isola di Rifiuti.

Click to read more ...

E·ratio: Correspondance (a sketchbook)

“What can I call this work?  Neither painting nor critique yet  informed by art, the following are sketches to me.  Rather than  executed on paper, they’re drawings designed using the pervasive  computer.  These graphics approach oeuvre subjectively, not as  meticulous copies or art history illustrations, but as some poetic  efforts.  My laptop simply opens a new capacity for thinking about art  and drawing it.  As studies these are (a)musing tributes as well as  appropriate(d) attributes.”  —Joseph F. Keppler, from the introduction.

View the PDF. via Crg Hill

Click to read more ...

Iggy Pop: Just a Modern Guy

The main point (underlined not once but thrice in green felt marker bleeding into fuzziness at the edges) is this: “IGGY = MINOR LIT/DELEUZE & GUA… [illegible].” (Poor Felix Guattari, even here finding himself smooshed into the margins by his illustrious co-author). And I think, post-caffination, I can still stand by the point: Iggy Pop’s song “Lust for Life” performs some of the most important functions of what Deleuze and Guattari call “minor literature” (which, as we should all recall from Miss Starchington’s homeroom lecture on postmodern French critical theory, is a tremendously important form of literature — don’t let the name fool you!).

Read the rest.

Click to read more ...

TALKSTALKSTALKS: Stephen Mooney

Wednesday 18th February, 7.30 - 9pm Stephen Mooney: Discontinuous Visuality - Brakhage's 'just seeing', and Background Temporality in contemporary poetics Birkbeck College (room TBC) Admission is free.

Click to read more ...

Obama: 'Buy Your Own Damn Fries'

And that means you’re about to hear the President of United States using language that would finish Cheney off once and for all.

That is a tasty burger.

Click to read more ...

The Michael Marks Awards for Poetry Pamphlets Launched

A major new award for UK poets and their publishers is launched today by the British Library, in partnership with the Poetry Book Society and with the generous support of the Michael Marks Charitable Trust.  The first UK Poetry Pamphlet Awards will highlight the importance of the pamphlet form in introducing new poetry to readers and the continuing vibrancy of the print pamphlet in the internet age.

Here. I think the creation of this list, 'Philip Larkin, Bob Cobbing, Ted Hughes, J H Prynne, Carol Ann Duffy, Linton Kwesi Johnson, Penelope Shuttle, Tom Leonard, Kathleen Jamie, Simon Armitage and Daljit Nagra' has resulted in a googlewhack. via The Book Bench

Click to read more ...

Vents

Jow Lindsay has created a poetry events blog. He has good taste.

Click to read more ...

Langoustine: The Children's Edition

Click to read more ...

Alien Vs. Predator

Praise this world, Rilke says, the jerk. We’d stay up all night. Every angel’s berserk. Hell, if you slit monkeys for a living, you’d pray to me, too. I’m not so forgiving. I’m rubber, you’re glue.

Read the rest. via The New Yorker and Silliman

Click to read more ...