Thursday, March 12, 2015

I have opened the blog again, at least temporarily.

Only to "invited readers" for now, though.

Invited Richard Lopez, first, to try it out.







Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Hank's Original Loose Gravel Press publishes WILD BLACK LAKE, by Jane Joritz-Nakagawa


Hank’s Original Loose Gravel Press (changed web site from Hank’s Original to hanksoriginalbooks.com) has just recently published Jane Joritz-Nakagawa’s Wild Black Lake, which is superb.

Worth $7.00 and 2 bucks shipping?    Yes.

Pictures of front and back covers:

 





The blurb by G. E. Schwartz reads as follows:

This is poming that reveals how to catch the illimitable in little bottles. Yet, Jane Nakagawa also shows in Wild Black Lake her learned precision with particulars within a spacious thinking among our many apparitions or, in more practical terms, how precisely to build post-millennial connections between these extremes.



 











Here are a couple of pages from Wild Black Lake to sample:

 

distances between artifice and

real objects serve as

obstacles above glittering forests

in faraway debris


i become stone

enclosed by narration

hoping to melt

stem by stem


vehement ceremonies

for smiling gang members

colic latchkey

smeared on toast



concrete seepage

on the brink of artificiality

buried confessions

of dusty regimes



an excerpt cluster

carp motionless in a pond

torn red paper lanterns

scorched flowerbeds



almighty knees

in stately industry

collar of wind blows

a swallowed patch


 

Timothy Liu, Nice going!



Timothy Liu's "Good Blurbs, Bad Blurbs," in Cold Front magazine.  Nice going!


ter Braak and beat_read "funning"

ter Braak:
The 1%ers write "Conceptual" poetry.
The 2%ers write "Flarf" poetry.
The 5-10%ers write neo-Lang Po.
The rest of the Avant Garde still permit "feelings" to determine
their "poetics" unconsciously and semi-consciously, and they still
"process" much "affect" with their personalities.
The rest process their affect with their personality disorders and write
academic poetry, whether it ensconces them in academic positions
and socio/material statuses connecting them to the industrial-university
complex or not.


beat_read:
You have GOT to be kidding, ter Braak!
Besides, isn't it really an "urban" versus "isolated" thing?


ter Braak:
Maybe, but I think that that is more your kind of thing, that "'urban' versus 'isolated' thing," and "false" or "relativistic" dichotomy.  You're the one who tried to make a big score in the stock market in the early 2000s and learned nothing but "your
lessons" in economic distress.


beat_read:
Either way, obviously you are just trying to provoke argument or get attention, I'd say.


ter Braak:
Yes, I am kidding.  OF COURSE, I am kidding.  And I am comfortable and serious about these things, about making a
statement like that, which is obviously ironic and hyperbolic, but it is a snapshot of truth for the moment (the one that occurred
in my head 20 minutes ago, that is).


beat_read:
Pretty dang relativistic "truth" that you would be using that word to name, eh?


ter Braak:
Yeah, something to do.  It's something to do.




Thursday, March 6, 2014


I’ve begun reading again.  I’ve been able to read, obtain pleasure from that engagement, that serious expenditure of time, so very little these last few years.  Eric Selland, his Arc Tangent, has gotten me back in a groove again.  I don’t know how long it will last.  Possibly only until I reach the end of this book (perhaps more than a few times, as it’s eminently re-readable) but definitely until finishing with this one, I am reading again.

“Don’t you know,” as Henry Miller used to start many of his best talking, Selland’s writing’s informed by a certain “detachment” that I like very, very much.  And of course it’s very well-informed, also.  But more than anything, it’s got such a deep and satisfying intelligence to it, sentence after sentence after sentence.  And SURPRISE ad infinitum.  Oh, I don’t mean the harsh or shocking or sensationalistic “surprise” one could sometimes grow rather weary of reading some dear old and damn good “Language Writers” from their “day,” but always a subtle, smooth, un-self-conscious “surprise,” i.e., one never tires of it.  One looks forward to each next sentence or line, and one can endlessly go back half a page and reread sentences (and lines) and explore them further.

There’s so much treasure here.  I’m so very glad to be reading with INTEREST again.  It won’t last very long.  Golf season is approaching and I find few texts as interesting to me as golfing when the long winter ends.  That, and Selland’s poetry inspires me to do some writing of my own.  What a neat treat it is, this Arc Tangent of his.  What great pleasure!  I was so burned out for so very long.  This book really brightens my life!