Monday, August 25, 2008

CA Conrad's Review of Michael S. Hennessey's Last Days in the Bomb Shelter (17 Narrower Poems)





















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MY OWN DISASTER

 

a threatened loss

 

at 3am

 

is dimmed in its intensity

 

despite the fact

 

that I have reversed

 

childbirth.

 

 

please don't lose

 

any sleep

 

over me.

 

THIS IS POETRY WORTH LOSING SLEEP OVER IF YOU FORGET TO, FAIL TO, SOMEHOW FUCKING GIVE UP THE OPPORTUNITY TO PURCHASE! I'm going to lose sleep tonight until I hear that you have purchased a copy. Call me at 215 563 3075 at my shitty little apartment in Philadelphia to tell me you have bought this book, please. Your MOTHERS DIDN'T GIVE BIRTH TO YOU SO YOU CAN LET such poetry to slip out of your reach. Or did they, is a question I won't answer, to be nice.


HERE'S ANOTHER SAMPLE POEM AND THE WORD "POVERTY" IN THE TITLE HAS A LINE DRAWN THROUGH IT IN THE BOOK BUT THERE IS NO WAY THAT I CAN DO THAT WITH THE LIMITED GOODREADS.COM TOOLS, SO IMAGINE, IMAGINE IT, OK? OK, GOOD!

 

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OCCASIONED BY POVERTY POETRY:

thievery (books)

thievery (light bulbs)

thievery (photocopies)

thievery (toilet paper)

thievery (music)

thievery (lunch)

lines and phrases (borrowed)

headaches (cheap wine)

a futile sexuality

lack of serious ambition

withdrawn demeanor

anti-social behavior

over-long poetry

cultural despondency

 

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WITH LOVE-LIKE LOVE,

CAConrad

http://CAConrad.blogspot.com

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Monday, August 18, 2008

Boog City presents d.a. levy lives: celebrating the renegade press





New York City
 Small Presses Night
with Farfalla Press , :::the press gang:::, They are Flying Planes, and more  Tues. Nov. 25, 6:00 p.m. sharp, free ACA Galleries 529 W.20th St., 5th Flr. NYC   This is our one event each season in our non-NYC small presses series where we honor NYC small presses.   Featuring readings from poets from some of the city's finest small presses as well as publications available from each of the presses.   There will be wine, cheese, and crackers, too.  Curated and with an introduction by Boog City editor David Kirschenbaum

Line up of readers for Farfalla Press forthcoming, small preview http://welcometoboogcity.com/boogpdfs/bc46.pdf 

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Erica Kaufman's Censory Impulse

Back to Work: 
I'm excited to share with you the cover art for Censory Impulse with a beautiful collage by Jonathan Allen. Farfalla Press Fall 2008

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

International Bar

Jonas Mekas, 7x7 reading at the International Bar, photo by Gary Parrish.


I left my house in Brooklyn a little early to meet up with Jeff Wright at Grassroots on St. Marks and have a few drinks before the reading. Jeff lays on me a copy of Live Mag! A mimeo style poetry journal that looks beautiful, has a little stencil by Banksy on the back not to mention a fantastic lineup of poets: Gary Indiana, Basil King, Bob Holman, Patricia Spears Jones to name a few. Jeff also hooks me up with two little chapbooks, Radio Poems and The Battle Of Chico Mendes. Let me share one poem of Wright’s from Radio Poems:

LET IT FLY

            For Anselm Berrigan

They call me a tracer bullet
buckaroo. They call me
a dirty word hurdy-gurdy,
a night grind marathon.
I’m leaving enough time
to erase all those flaws
that make auditors frown.
All the errors your boss
would waggle a digit at.
I’m leaving enough power
to change the flash for one
last burst of memory. Dash.
They call me an ambulance.
Now we talk long distance

We talk awhile about his recent trip to Alaska and the Poetry Project in the 70’s and 80’s. Finish our beers and walk over to the International Bar for the 7x7 reading.
The premise for tonight being, 7 poets reading for 7 minutes apiece. This also being the brainchild of Stephanie Gray, our host, seems cosmic; I have almost full faith in numerology. I scope out a little table and sit down with my mimeos and poems. People are flooding in, I knew Gray had a strong line up (Lydia Cortes, Brenda Iijima, Greg Fuchs, Marcella Durand, Jonas Mekas, Phyllis Wat) but had no clue how packed this tiny bar could get. Gray hands out little pamphlets with a poem by each poet to the already streaming crowd (later, 10 minutes into the reading they start to turn people away).
So where I’m angled at in my chair is perfect, literally right next to where the poets will be reading. Gray makes a short announcement and settles the crowd down, reads one of her poems (her gift is in her repetition of syntax and rhythm of word placement, not to mention being able to use image in fresh, matter-of-fact talking language). I’m hitting leadoff for this reading, a little nervious, but read three or four poems after a short introduction. Here below is Cartoon Logic from the pamphlet: 

Cartoon Logic

1

Under a sonata of pale nimbuses
the soft brim of dawn arises
to awake Donald Duck
from napping.
Rumpled white feathers brushed under
a peabody coat reveals clumps of earth
shaped in a yellow web.

2
On a black bed of roses springs Tigger
bouncing on a spotted orange coil.
Molecular montage of German music
& radio, jars of honey stacked to the roof.
A single bee suspended in amber on the wall.

3
Outside a North Jersey parkway
a sombrero with a red sash
is tilted over the lap of Speedy Gonzales.
The New York Post reports rain southeast 15mph
causing the print to run over the hood of a Volvo.  

Lydia Cortes takes the reins as the next reader and smoothes in the crowd. Her reading and voice is meditative, I notice that the people are getting comfortable, I also notice that people are now on the roof of the building grilling something. Tiny papers of ash are falling down on the crowd, they look like fireflies.
Cortes finishes and Gray introduces Brenda Iijima, who I had never seen read before. At the house we have a few of her books from yo-yo lab, one from pressedwafer. Iijima is pure style; she looks like a mix between a 1930’s farm girl and a New York starlet from the future. Her poems are cutting into new space of poetic intention, bright and brilliant. I’m listening to her poems in my right ear, picking up and digesting her dichotomy between images.
We keep rolling with Greg Fuchs, whose book Metropolitan Transit is easily one of the best chapbooks of poetry put out last year. When it first came out, I saw him read from it with the poet Buck Downs at a little underground bookstore in Brooklyn. Fuchs has a feel for the city that is comparable to Frank O’Hara. I know that gets thrown around a lot in New York poetry circles but in this case, who could argue. A short poem from the book follows:

Wrecking Ball
                        For Carol Mirakove

New York: it’s like any town just more
Developers waited two years for Jones Diner
Surrounding it with old retaining walls
Drove up gloaming Lafayette Street
So few have survived but nostalgia
Is a useless emotion for an often useless
World that enjoyed no such golden age
You could be naming animals in a garden
Thunder in the window
Siren off a highway
The next battle in a history of battles
Defining new boy tastes for gadgets
A helicopter in the sky
Every attendant at the gas station looks up
Buy a pig nose from Halloween Adventure
To be General Porky Franks tomorrow
Evil minds that plot destruction
Recycled railcar cheap lunch demolished
Incoming chic downtown luxury loft living     


Marcella Durand takes the stage and this is a real treat. Her voice and speaking pattern like Mei-mei Berssenbrugge haunting almost, like an orchid sings a song. She reads from Area, a new title from Belladonna. I was lucky enough to have attended her book release at Dixon Place a few months ago and heard some of these poems first hand and new.

In Jupiter

In Jupiter a room and into rooms,
closet, doorway, and an asteroid orbiting
in bits of ice, rooms, and Jupiter, occupies
a space even as inside that gaseous sphere
a room, and redness beneath delineations
and spun into circulation by gravity
immense, as liquid becomes solid, and
become a denser sphere
definition and occupying a space
as you would push others
into orbits, your circular asteroids
as small planets circle you,
creating space within space as you
take space around yourself and liquid
become gravity, holding yourself
to yourself, to Jupiter, and inside you element
as we would circle you as even gazing
inside you, your core invisible, Jupiter,
you move in and out of visible range,
your largesse and equator, monster.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Farfalla Press & Fast Speaking Music present: Matching Half with Anne Waldman, Ambrose Bye and Akilah Oliver


Anne Waldman, Ambrose Bye, Akilah Oliver

Internationally celebrated Beat performance artist and poet Anne Waldman, and poet-performer Akilah Oliver join musician/composer Ambrose Bye in an exciting new album, mixing poetry and experimental music. These original compositions & soundscapes bring a new dynamic to ‘spoken word’. 10 fat tracks.

Anne Waldman is a poet, performer, editor, Beat-archivist, magpie scholar, professor and cultural activist. She has read and performed all over the world - from Berlin to Mumbai, from Tokyo to Beijing, from Rome to Prague, from Caracas to Bali, Indonesia. She is the co-founder with Allen Ginsberg of the legendary Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics in Boulder, Colorado where she is the Artistic Director of it’s Summer Writing Program. Waldman traveled with Allen Ginsberg during his lifetime to many international festivals and was also poet in-residence - with Ginsberg - in Bob Dylan’s historic Rolling Thunder Revue. Her poem “Fast Speaking Woman” is on the soundtrack of Dylan’s movie, “Renaldo & Clara”. Ginsberg referred to Waldman as his “spiritual wife”. She is the author of over 40 books of poetry and her work has been published in Rolling Stone, Bomb, The Nation, The Beat Scene (London) and has been translated into French, Italian, Czech, Spanish, and Chinese.

“She’s the fastest, wisest woman to run with the wolves in some time” – Ken Tucker, The New York Times.

Ambrose Bye, musician (keyboard, guitar, voice) and composer, son of poets Anne Waldman and Reed Bye, grew up in the environment of The Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at Naropa University, counting Allen Ginsberg and William Burroughs as “poetic” godfathers. He graduated from The University of California, Santa Cruz and currently studies in the music/production program at the Pyramind Institute in San Francisco. Bye has performed on stage with Anne Waldman and Bob Holman in New York’s Issue Project Room, a program that included Steve Buscemi reading from the work of William Burroughs. He accompanied Anne Waldman at The Boulder Theatre’s “Music and Poetry for Progressives” headlined by Thurston Moore of Sonic Youth, and Jello Biafra. His previous composing/ production credits include “In The Room of Never Grieve” and “The Eye of the Falcon” with poetry by Waldman. He is currently working on a new project which includes the poet Amiri Baraka.

Poetry CD's 2007 Top Ten.

Akilah Oliver, is the author of the she said dialogues: flesh memory, a book of experimental prose-poetry. Her chapbooks include a (August), The Putter’s Notebook, and An Arriving Guard of Angels, Thusly Coming to Greet which was published by Farfalla Press in a text-and performance CD edition. She is on the guest faculty at The Jack Kerouac School at Naropa University, where she has taught classes on the Black Arts Movement. She has been a visiting faculty member of the MFA department at Long Island University and was curator of the Monday Night reading series at the Poetry Project in NYC. She is a former member of The Sacred Naked Nature Girls, which performed out of Los Angeles in the 1990s. She currently makes her home in Brooklyn , NY.  Oliver has a new book A TOAST IN THE HOUSE OF FRIENDS, forthcoming from Coffee House Press.

Pick up a copy of the CD at The St. Marks Bookstore and soon at SPD.