Sunday, January 31, 2010

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hypnopompic

hyp⋅no⋅pom⋅pic  /ˌhɪpnəˈpɒmpɪk/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [hip-nuh-pom-pik]

–adjective Psychology. of or pertaining to the semiconscious state prior to complete wakefulness.


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hyp⋅na⋅gog⋅ic  /ˌhɪpnəˈgɒdʒɪk, -ˈgoʊdʒɪk/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [hip-nuh-goj-ik, -goh-jik]


–adjective 1. of or pertaining to drowsiness.
2. inducing drowsiness.


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hypnagogic

Origin:
1885–90; < F hypnagogique; see hypn-, -agogue, -ic


Related Words for : hypnagogic

hypnogogic, somniferous, somnific, soporiferous, soporific


hyp·na·gog·ic also hyp·no·gog·ic (hĭp'nə-gŏj'ĭk, -gō'jĭk)

adj.

Inducing sleep; soporific.

Of, relating to, or occurring in the state of intermediate consciousness preceding sleep: hypnagogic hallucinations.


[French hypnagogique : Greek hupnos, sleep; see hypno- + Greek agōgos, leading (from agein, to lead; see ag- in Indo-European roots).]


Medical Dictionary

Main Entry: hyp·na·go·gic
Variant: also hyp·no·go·gic /"hip-n&-'gäj-ik, -'gO-jik/
Function:adjective
: of, relating to, or associated with the drowsiness preceding sleep —compare HYPNOPOMPIC —hyp·na·go·gi·cal·ly /-ji-k(&-)lE/ adverb
Merriam-Webster's Medical Dictionary, © 2002 Merriam-Webster

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psychopomp

Origin:
1900–05; hypno- + Gk pomp() sending away (see pomp ) + -ic

psy⋅cho⋅pomp  /ˈsaɪkoʊˌpɒmp/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [sahy-koh-pomp]

–noun a person who conducts spirits or souls to the other world, as Hermes or Charon.


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Origin:
1860–65; < Gk psȳchopompós conductor of souls. See psycho-, pomp

psychopomp

noun
a conductor of souls to the afterworld; "Hermes was their psychopomp"




I find lately that for poetry (but not for prose) the hypnopompic state is the best for me to be in when I'm writing.

The hypnagogic I use more to begin poems, but then I think the sleep process does some necessary work on the poem. When I wake up, I try to finish the poem. If you do this, stay in bed!

Move as little as possible. Move only the pen lol.

It won't work if you have people or pets bugging ya. Hide.

I just put the three words above to show how I think they are a necessary trinity.

The Psychopomp is your guide in the Unconscious or your bellwether in the Underworld. The way it was Virgil for Dante. There are some spiritual intelligences we trust enough to follow. For me, it's Dead Philip Whalen. He prefers to speak through the cut-up machine, because he likes larks. But he seems to know what he's talking about most of the time. Even when he's just a Severed Head. Even then, larks fly out of his mouth.

Whatever you choose to call it. It doesn't really matter. Call it nothing. If that works for you.

But I do believe they are triune states.

And these three words all support each other, like that creepy table made of three human legs. Tripod of the subconscious mind.

This is nothing new. Poets have known this forever. Bernadette Mayer in her celebrated, playful advice on ways to start poems often stresses the importance of writing in altered states. Most of her list of experiments is really just attempting to put you in positions where you might not put yourself, and where your consciousness might be forced to break out of its regular holding pattern.

She wrote a book in collaboration with three (four? I think three...) other women poets, where over a period of time (a year?) they all would wake at like three in the morning. I forget the exact time. That was the title of the book. Like 3:17. Although if I remembered the exact time correctly, it was a lucky guess.

I never read that book. But I want to.

I think that was a very cool idea. I know her Tender Buttons publisher Lee-Ann Brown was one of the other poets. The other two (or three) are escaping me.

I could Google all this and fix this post up, but...

If you want to know more you'll find the book on your own anyway.

I'll go look for it on ABE.

If there's an inexpensive copy, I think I'm going to buy it.

I can't afford it right now.

But who can afford poety...ever??

lol...

I Have Edited My Bio Down

"Gay and postal."

This is Sort of Funny

I was looking at ACEOS (ugh! I used to find fun, cool little paintings amid all the dreck but nothing today!) on EBAY and then I did another fun search I like to do there--for "outsider art."

That's usually mostly crap too, and none of these people are even really outsiders, after all, since they're selling on friggin EBAY. But occasionally you get an inspired wingnut or two.

TRY FOR MORE TROUBLED, MORE LONER PLEASE!!

And this came up, which I thought was very funny.

Read the description at the bottom. I tend to think the clueless writing there is intentional. It has to be. A gag. They probably worked very hard to make it sound that dumb. And probably giggled the whole time.

Okay, it's not that funny. But I like any fake EBAY listings. It's sort of an art form, I think.

You know. Like the potato chip that looks like Jesus Christ.

Or the man sellling himself as a prospective husband.

Or the person cynically selling his "fake friendship" on there.

Those listings always make me smile.


Has to be a joke. A bad joke!

The Language of Fans

I found a site which gave a small number of translations from the "language of the fans."

Maybe you'll want to write a poem which incorporates these long-dead romantic cues.

I have a copy of Hannah Wiener's Code Poems, in which individuals use those signaling flags of yore to speak to one another.

It's rather like that Monty Python sketch along those lines, I think.

Which came first? I'm guessing Python?

Some of these are actually very funny.

I think I stole this from the Ideco site.




The Language of the Fan


In the past, hand fans were used not only as cooling instruments, but also as convenient communication devices, mainly for transmitting more or less furtive love messages.


A language of the fan, which is today completely forgotten, was widely used. For your amusement we have recovered a set of messages pertaining to this language, which we include here:



The lady appears briefly at the balcony, slowly fanning herself, and returns inside, shutting the balcony:
"I can’t go out"

If she appears briefly at the balcony, excitedly fanning herself, and quickly goes inside, leaving the balcony open:
"I’ll go out soon"


Resting the fan on her lips:
"I don’t trust you"


Fanning herself with her left hand:
"Don’t flirt with that woman"


Running her fingers through the fan’s ribs:
"I want to talk to you"


Slowly fanning herself :
"Don’t waste your time, I don’t care about you"


Quickly fanning herself:
"I love you so much"


Moving her hair away from her forehead:
"Don’t forget me"


Passing the fan from hand to hand:
"I see that you are looking at another woman"


Hitting her hand’s palm:
"Love me"


Carrying the fan closed and hanging from her left hand:
"I’m engaged"


Carrying the fan closed and hanging from her right hand:
"I want to be engaged"


Quickly and impetuously closing the fan:
"I’m jealous"


Dropping the fan:
"I belong to you"


Resting the fan on her heart:
"My love for you is breaking my heart"


Half-opening the fan over her face:
"We are being watched"


Hitting any object:
"I’m impatient"


Hiding the sunlight:
"You’re ugly"


Looking closely at the painting:
"I like you"

Floriography is of Turkish Origin?

According to one site I just visited it is...

The Forgotten Language of Flowers

In the early 18th century the Turkish "Secret Language of Flowers" was introduced to Europe by Lady Mary Wortley Montague, wife of the British ambassador to Constantinople. Flowers had long been a sign of romance but now lovers were able to send secret messages to each other by means of sending a posy of flowers. Each flower had a specific meaning and the order of arrangement had much to do with the intended "message". The French seem to have taken this idea to heart. In 1819 a French woman writing under the pen name of Madame Charlotte de la Tour (Louise Cortambert), wrote and published "Le Language des Fleurs" which offered seasonal floral and anecdotal advice to those wishing to send "secret" messages to each other.

The Language of Flowers (Illustrated by Kate Greenaway)

See Kate paint.

Any relation to Peter?

You can see the entire book online here: What he's really telling you.

I wasn't really impressed with her illustrations for this book when I just paged through this.

The draftsmanship isn't really that good, and the colors (even with the fade of age accounted for) aren't really that enlivened.

I've seen illustrations for other books she did which were much better.

Is she perhaps young in her art here?

I didn't check her dates.

I think other presses and other artists produced more sensuous illustrations for this sort of book, even as early as the 1850s in America.

But certainly a collector of flower arcana would want this addition to his or her library.

I like the book for the text more, the plodding monomaniacal way it goes about cataloguing what appears to be a list of many hundreds of flowers and other species of vegetation.

It's so obsessive-compulsive.

Just like the sort of people who would be using this strange language.

Obsessed with one another.

Unable to simply say what they want to say.

Because of propriety and the native psychoticism of the American.

Floriography

Wiki puts this in context.



The language of flowers, sometimes called floriography, was a Victorian-era means of communication in which various flowers and floral arrangements were used to send coded messages, allowing individuals to express feelings which otherwise could not be spoken. This language was most commonly communicated through Tussie-Mussies, an art which has a following today.

The nuances of the language are now mostly forgotten, but red roses still imply passionate, romantic love and pink roses a lesser affection; white roses suggest virtue and chastity and yellow roses still stand for friendship or devotion. Also commonly known meanings are sunflowers, which can indicate either haughtiness or respect – they were the favorite flower of St. Julie Billiart for this reason. Gerbera (daisy) means innocence or purity. The iris, being named for the messenger of the gods in Greek mythology, still represents the sending of a message. A pansy signifies thought, a daffodil regard, and a strand of ivy; fidelity.


The vine is a recurring image in Armantrout's poetry, isn't it?

I seem to recall that being a very prominent image in several poems.

Wiki also has its own list of the flowers and their various meanings.

I didn't compare them to see if they wholly match or diverge.

A pansy signifies "thought." So Joe Brainard was showing his pensive nature.

Besides making a pun on homo.

Turn the insults into beauty.

Nancy. Pansy.

I'm so obtuse sometimes.

I didn't even realize he was doing that until someone mentioned it online somewhere.

I think Jordan Davis.

See me putting my fingers to my lips now and making a propeller sound.

I just thought Brainard was doing it because pansies are a gorgeous color combination...that yellow and that purple edged in black.

Just thinking of them my blood pressure probably rises.

And Nancy and Sluggo were just funny looking as Hell. Who wouldn't want to have fun with them.

They had those horribly adult features but were children. And Nancy's hair. That could almost have had a comic strip all by itself. In a way, they remind me of how early American naive painters represented children--as little geriatrics or progerics.

One assumes that was just a convention by which the portraitist stressed to the model, the subject, that life was serious, and that even prepubescent life required a mental sobriety and a commitment to one's vocation.

Hence, boys were Little Men And girls were Little Women.

Those are hideous paintings, aren't they?

They make me sad.

But it was true. There was no extended childhood back then.

I read an interesting sociological study a few years back about "the invention of childhood." We often forget how this extended childhood (often considered to have an upper terminus of nineteen years of age at the current time!) was just unheard of for most of American history.

The earlier generations would have considered our children as hideously deformed adults being pandered to in a ridiculous and uncalled-for manner.

The book made the point that back then, artisans and merchants, business people of all stripes, didn't hold a man's age against him. If he was sixteen and ran a successful business, he was treated as a peer. And it wasn't hard for a sixteen year old to start or acquire a business. He married at that age. He fathered children at that age.

When the average lifespan was thirty years shorter, people knew they had to move fast.

And the classrooms were filled with all ages, mixed together. So that was another weirdness.

And one had to be subtle in one's desires, hence floriography and the language of the lady's fan.

I wonder if I can find a chart explaining the fan language.

The Language of Flowers

When did this vogue start? I'm thinking the 1850s. The site where I found this mentioned Kate Greenaway doing a celebrated book along these lines.

I'm always happy when I find a children's book with her illustrations, and it happens somewhat regularly.

This gives me an idea for a Goreyesque book in which two doomed lovers (and perhaps other parties added as frustrations) correspond by sending each other (living not cut) plants and flowers.

There is a certain visual logic to most of these. A vine is "intoxication," and one thinks of the way a vine seems to wander mazily about the garden, as if indeed intoxicated...like the footsteps of a drunken man, or rather a love-drunk man, going in circles but slowly advancing...

The Language of Flowers


Acacia: Concealed love.
Acacia, Rose: Friendship
Acanthus: Arts
Adonis Vernalis: Bitter memories
Agnus Casus (OED: Chaste-tree, Abraham's Balm): Coldness
Agrimony: Thankfulness
Almond: Hope
Aloe: Superstition
Althea (OED: family including marsh mallow and hollyhock): Consumed by love.
Alyssum, Sweet: Worth beyond beauty.
Amaranth: Immortality.
Amaryllis: Splendid beauty.
Ambrosia (OED: plants related to wormwood): Love returned.
Anemone: Expectation
Anemone, Garden: Forsaken.
Angelica: Inspiration.
Apocynum (Dogbane): Inspiration.
Apple: Temptation
Apple Blossom: Preference
Arbor vitae: Unchanging friendship
Arbutus, Trailing (OED: ground laurel, mayflower): Welcome
Arum: Ardor
Ash: Grandeur
Ash, Mountain: Prudence
Aspen Tree: Lamentation
Asphodel: Regrets beyond the grave.
Aurilica: Avarice
Azalea: Romance
Bachelor's Button: Hope in love.
Balm: Sympathy
Balm of Gilead: Healing
Balsam: Impatience
Barberry: Sharpness, satire.
Basil: Hatred
Bay Leaf: No change till death.
Beech: Prosperity
Bee Ophrys (OED: a member of the orchid family): Error
Bee Orchis (OED puts this with Bee Ophrys, above?): Industry
Bell Flower (OED: common name for bluebells, harebells, etc.): Gratitude
Belvidere, Wild (Licorice): I declare against you.
Bilberry (OED: aka whortleberry): Treachery
Birch Tree: Meekness
Black Bryony (OED: aka Lady's Seal): Be my support.
Bladder-Nut Tree: Frivolous amusements.
Blue Bottle (OED: Blue cornflower): Delicacy
Borage: Bluntness
Box (OED: box-tree, boxwood): Contancy
Briers: Envy
Broken Straw: Constancy
Broom: Neatness
Buckbean: Calm repose
Bugloss: Falsehood
Burdock (OED: burweed): Importunity
Buttercup: Riches
Cactus: Thou leavest me.
Calla Lilly: Feminine beauty
Calycanthus (OED: one kind is Carolina Allspice): Benevolence
Camelia: Pity
Camomile: Energy in action.
Candytuft: Indifference
Canterbury Bell (OED: like a bluebell): Gratitude
Cape Jasmine Gardenia: Transport, ecstasy.
Cardinal Flower (OED: Scarlet Lobelia): Distinction
Carnation, Yellow: Disdain
Catchfly (Silene), Red: Youthful love.
Catchfly, White: I fall a victim.
Cedar: I live for thee.
Cedar of Lebanon: Incorruptible.
Celandine (OED: swallow-wort, pilewort, figwort): Future joy
Cherry Tree: Good education.
Chickweed: I cling to thee.
Chickory: Frugality
China Aster: I will think of thee.
China, Pink (OED: a perennial flowering pink): Aversion
Chrysanthemum, Rose: In love
Chrysanthemum, White: Truth
Chrysanthemum, Yellow: Slighted love
Cinquefoil: Beloved child
Clematis: Artifice
Clover, Red: Industry
Coboea: Gossip
Coxcomb: Foppery
Colchium (OED: same as Colchicum? If so, meadow-saffron.): My best days fled.
Coltsfoot: Justice shall be done you.
Columbine: Folly.
Columbine, Purple: Resolved to win.
Columbine, Red: Anxious
Convolvulus Major (OED: bindweed): Dead hope
Convolvulus Minor (OED: bindweed): Uncertainty
Corchorus: Impatience of happiness
Corcopsis: Love at first sight.
Coriander: Hidden merit
Corn: Riches
Cornelian Cherry Tree: Durability
Coronilla: Success to you.
Cowslip: Pensiveness
Cowslip, American: My divinity.
Crocus: Cheerfulness
Crown Imperial (OED: fritillary): Majesty
Currants: You please me.
Cypress: Mourning
Cypress and Marigold: Despair
Daffodil: Chivalry
Dahlia: Forever thine
Daisy, Garden: I share your feelings.
Daisy, Michaelmas: Farewell
Daisy, Red: Beauty unknown to possessor
Daisy, White: Innocence
Daisy, Wild: I will think of it.
Dandelion: Coquetry
Daphne Mezereon (OED: a member of the laurel family): I desire to please.
Daphne Odora (OED: a member of the laurel family): I would not have you otherwise.
Deadleaves: Sadness
Diosma (OED: an African heath): Usefulness
Dittany: Birth
Dock: Patience
Dodder: Meanness
Dogwood, Flowering (Cornus): Am I indifferent to you?
Ebony: Hypocrisy
Eglantine (OED: sweet-briar): I wound to heal.
Elder: Compassion
Elm: Dignity
Endine: Frugality
Epigaea, Repens (Mayflower): Budding beauty
Eupatorium: Delay
Evening Primrose: Inconstancy
Evergreen: Poverty
Everlasting (Graphalium): Never ceasing memory
Filbert: Reconciliation
Fir Tree: Elevation
Flax: I feel your kindness.
Flora's Bell: Without pretension
Flowering Reed: Confide in heaven.
Forget-me-not: True love.
Foxglove: Insincerity.
Fraxinella (OED: cultivated dittany): Fire
Fritilaria (Guinea-hen Flower): Persecution
Furze: Anger
Fuchsia: The ambition of my love thus plagues itself.
Fuchsia, Scarlet: Taste
Gardenia: Transport, ecstasy
Gentian, Fringed: Intrinsic worth
Geranium, Apple: Present preference
Geranium, Ivy: Your hand for next dance.
Geranium, Nutmeg: I expect a meeting.
Geranium, Oak: Lady, deign to smile.
Geranium, Rose: Preference
Geranium, Silver-leaf: Recall
Gillyflower (OED: wallflower or pink): Lasting beauty
Gladiolus: Ready armed
Golden Rod: Encouragement
Gooseberry: Anticipation
Goosefoot: Goodness
Gorse: Endearing affection
Grape: Charity
Grass: Utility
Guelder Rose (Snowball) (OED: snowball-tree): Winter
Harebell: Grief
Hawthorn: Hope
Heart's Ease (OED: pansy): Think of me.
Heart's Ease, Purple: You occupy my thoughts.
Hazel: Reconciliation
Heath: Solitude
Helenium (OED: a sneezeweed): Tears
Heliotrope, Peruvian: I love; devotion.
Hellebore: Scandal
Henbane: Blemish
Hepatica (OED: either an anemone or liverwort): Confidence
Hibiscus: Delicate beauty
Holly: Foresight
Hollyhock: Fruitfulness
Hollyhock, White: Female ambition
Honesty (Lunaria): Sincerity
Honeysuckle: The bond of love.
Honeysuckle, Coral: The color of my fate.
Honeysuckle, Monthly: I will not answer hastily.
Hop: Injustice
Hornbeam: Ornament
Horse-Chestnut: Luxury
House-Leek: Domestic economy
Houstonia (OED: group that includes bluets): Content
Hoya (Wax Plant): Sculpture
Hyacinth: Jealousy
Hyacinth, Blue: Constancy
Hyacinth, Purple: Sorrow
Hydrangea: Heartlessness
Ice Plant: Your looks freeze me.
Indian Cress (OED: nasturtium): Resignation
Ipomaca: I attach myself to you.
Iris: Message
Iris, German: Flame
Ivy: Friendship; matrimony
Jessamine, Cape (OED: jasmine): Transient joy
Jessamine, White (OED: jasmine): Amiability
Jessamine, Yellow (OED: jasmine): Grace; elegance
Jonquil: Return my affection.
Judas-Tree: Betrayed
Juniper: Perfect loveliness
Kalmia (Mountain Laurel): Treachery
Kennedia: Intellectual beauty
Laburnum: Pensive beauty
Lady's Slipper: Capricious beauty
Lagerstroema (Cape Myrtle): Eloquence
Lantana: Rigor
Larch: Boldness
Larkspur: Fickleness
Laurel: Glory
Laurestinus: I die if neglected.
Lavender: Distrust
Lemon Blossom: Discretion
Lettuce: Cold-hearted
Lilac: First emotion of love.
Lilac, White: Youth
Lily: Purity; modesty
Lily of the Valey [sic]: Return of happiness
Lily, Day: Coquetry
Lily, Water: Eloquence
Lily, Yellow: Falsehood
Linden Tree: Conjugal love
Live Oak: Liberty
Liverwort: Confidence
Locust: Affection beyond the grave.
London Pride (OED: Sweet William or lychnis): Frivolity
Lotus: Forgetful of the past.
Love in a Mist: You puzzle me.
Love Lies Bleeding: Hopeless, not heartless.
Lucerne: Life
Lungwort (Pulmonaria): Thou art my life.
Lupine: Imagination
Lychnis (OED: genus including campion): Religious enthusiasm
Lythrum (OED: genus including loosestrife): Pretension
Madder: Calumny
Maiden's Hair: Discretion
Magnolia, Chinese: Love of Nature
Magnolia, Grandiflora: Peerless and proud
Magnolia, Swamp: Perseverance
Mallow: Sweetness
Mandrake: Horror
Maple: Reserve
Marigold: Cruelty
Marigold, African: Vulgar-minded
Marigold, French: Jealousy
Marjoram: Blushes
Marshmallow: Beneficence
Marvel of Peru (Four o'clock): Timidity
Meadow Saffron: My best days gone.
Meadow Sweet: Usefulness
Mignonette: Your qualities surpass your charms.
Mimosa: Sensitiveness
Mint: Virtue
Mistletoe: I surmount all difficulties.
Mock Orange (Syringia): Counterfeit
Monkshood: A deadly foe is near.
Moonwort: Forgetfulness.
Morning Glory: Coquetry
Moss: Maternal love
Motherwort: Secret love
Mourning Bride (Scabious): Unfortunate attachment
Mouse-ear Chickweed: Simplicity
Mulberry, Black: I will not survive you.
Mulberry, White: Wisdom
Mullein: Good nature
Mushroom: Suspicion
Mush Plant: Weakness
Mustard Seed: Indifference
Myosotis (OED: mouse-ear): Forget me not.
Myrtle: Love
Narcissus: Egotism
Nasturtium: Patriotism
Nettle: Cruelty; slander
Night Blooming Cereus: Transient beauty
Nightshade: Bitter truth
Oak: Hospitality
Oats: Music
Oleander: Beware
Orange: Generosity
Orange Flower: Chastity
Orchis (OED: typical genus of orchids): Beauty
Osier (OED: a species of willow): Frankness
Osmunda (OED: a genus of ferns): Dreams
Pansy: Think of me.
Parsley: Entertainment
Pasque Flower: Unpretentious
Passion Flower: Religious fervor
Pea: Appointed meeting
Pea, Everlasting: Wilt go with me?
Pea, Sweet: Departure
Peach Blossom: My heart is thine.
Pear Tree: Affection
Peony: Anger
Pennyroyal: Flee away.
Periwinkle: Sweet memories
Persimmon: Bury me amid nature's beauties.
Petunica (poss. petunia?): Am not proud.
Pheasant's Eye: Sorrowful memories
Phlox: Our souls united.
Pimpernel: Change
Pine: Time
Pine Apple: You are perfect.
Pine, Spruce: Farewell
Pink: Pure affection
Pink, Clove: Dignity
Pink, Double-red: Pure, ardent love
Pink, Indian: Aversion
Pink, Mountain: You are aspiring.
Pink, Variegated: Refusal
Pink, White: You are fair.
Pink, Yellow: Disdain
Plane Tree: Genius
Pleurisy Root (Asclopias): Heartache cure
Plum Tree: Keep promise.
Plum Tree, Wild: Independence
Polyanthus: Confidence
Poplar, Black: Courage
Poplar, White: Time
Poppy: Consolation
Poppy, White: Sleep of the heart.
Pomegranate: Foolishness
Pomegranate Flower: Elegance
Potato: Beneficience
Pride of China (Melia): Dissension
Primrose: Early youth
Primrose, Evening: Inconstancy
Privet: Mildness
Pumpkin: Coarseness
Quince: Temptation
Ragged-robin (Lychnis): Wit
Ranunculus (OED: genus including buttercups): Radiant with charms.
Reeds: Music
Rhododendron: Agitation
Rose: Beauty
Rose, Austrian: Thou art all that is lovely.
Rose, Bridal: Happy love
Rose, Burgundy: Unconscious beauty
Rose, Cabbage: Love's ambassador
Rose, Campion: Only deserve my love.
Rose, Carolina: Love is dangerous.
Rose, China: Grace
Rose, Daily: That smile I would aspire to.
Rose, Damask: Freshness
Rose, Dog: Pleasure and pain
Rose, Hundred Leaf: Pride
Rose, Inermis: Ingratitude
Rose, Maiden's Blush: If you do love me you will find me out.
Rose, Moss: Superior merit
Rosebud, Moss: Confessed love
Rose, Multiflora: Grace
Rose, Musk-cluster: Charming
Rose, Sweetbriar: Sympathy
Rose, Tea: Always lovely
Rose, Unique: Call me not beautiful.
Rose, White: I am worthy of you.
Rose, White (withered): Transient impression
Rose, Wild: Simplicity
Rose, Yellow: Decrease of love
Rose, York and Lancaster: War
Roses, Garland of: Reward of virtue
Rosebud: Young girl
Rosebud, White: The heart that knows not love.
Rosemary: Your presence revives me.
Rue: Disdain
Rush: Docility
Saffron: Excess is dangerous.
Sage: Esteem
Sardonia: Irony
Satin-flower (Lunaria): Sincerity
Scabious, Mourning Bride: Widowhood
Sensitive Plant: Timidity
Service Tree: Prudence
Snapdragon: Presumption
Snowball: Thoughts of heaven
Snowdrop: Consolation
Sorrel: Wit ill-timed
Southernwood: Jesting
Spearmint: Warm feelings
Speedwell, Veronica: Female fidelity
Spindle-tree: Your image is engraven on my heart.
Star of Bethlehem: Reconciliation
Starwort, American: Welcome to a stranger.
St. John's Wort (Hypericum): Superstition
Stock, Ten-week: Promptitude
Stramonium, Common (OED: thorn-apple): Disguise
Strawberry: Perfect excellence
Strawberry Tree (Arbutus): Esteemed love
Sumac: Splendor
Sunflower, Dwarf: Your devout admirer
Sunflower, Fall: Pride
Sweet Sultan: Felicity
Sweet William: Artifice
Sycamore: Curiosity
Syringia (OED: syringa mock-orange or lilac): Memory
Tansy: I declare against you.
Teasel: Misanthropy
Thistle: Austerity
Thorn Apple: Deceitful charms
Thorn, Black: Difficulty
Thorns: Severity
Thrift: Sympathy
Throatwood (Pulmonaria): Neglected beauty
Thyme: Activity
Tiger Flower: May pride befriend thee.
Touch me not, Balsam: Impatience
Truffle: Surprise
Trumpet Flower: Separation
Tuberose: Dangerous pleasures
Tulip: Declaration of love
Tulip Tree: Rural happiness
Tulip, Variegated: Beautiful eyes
Tulip, Yellow: Hopeless love
Turnip: Charity
Valerian: Accommodating disposition
Venus's Flytrap: Caught at last.
Venus's Looking-glass: Flattery.
Verbena: Sensibility
Vine: Intoxicating
Violet, Blue: Love
Violet, White: Modesty
Violet, Yellow: Modest worth
Virgin's Bower: Filial love
Wall Flower: Fidelity
Walnut: Stratagem
Weeping Willow: Forsaken
Wheat: Prosperity
Woodbine: Fraternal love
Wood Sorrel: Joy
Wormwood: Absence
Yarrow: Cure for heartache
Yew: Sorrow
Zennae (poss. zinnia?): Absent friends

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Devouring Mother (2009)

One of the Native American Pieces I Found Last Night...



was by Native American artist Rob McClellan.

I believe he's based out of Oklahoma.

Here's a picture of one of his studios.

I love the drawings I see there.

Who doesn't love Native American art? I am horrified to admit I've not made it yet to the Museum in D.C.

I swore I'd be there within a year of its opening and what is it now? Eight years? Ten years? More? Ugh.

And here's a photo of some native art documenting the Battle of Little Bighorn.

Here's a link to a Gallery on Flickr of like 500 pieces of Native American art: Native

I'm not sure if it's Sioux conventions he used in creating the piece I'm looking at now (a skin drum with a very vibrant, many-hued drawing of a warrior on a horse). It's so stylized, like the drawings I linked to, and the one I show here. As I said, if you look at his studio, you can see some similar drawings in process there.
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Saturday, January 30, 2010

The Pubic Wars

How come my old battle ax Latin teachers never gave us these mnemonics?

They must not have loved us enough.

It's not like the crones had anything else to do at night.

Oh come on, you know it's true. They teach Latin! Latin for crissakes!

They stay up late to parse. Yay. Somebody has to live for a fossil.

I'm joking. Don't flame me. My Latin teacher was one of the few teachers to send me a "Get Better!" card after my first suicide attempt. I was precocious in that too. She wrote something cheerful in Latin inside the card. She probably used the fifth declension just to be evil. And, If I remember correctly, she reminded me of the upcoming Latin club day trip. I guess she was trying to give me something to live for. As if I needed yet another reason to pull a Petronius. Chanting Crowd: "Nerds! Nerds in togas!!"

We only ever had one pretty Latin teacher, and she was a substitute, and she slept with Scott.

And we never saw her again.

But I bet Scott did.

He was pretty sensitive for a fourteen year old boy.

I got the Latin Award in my junior high, but only because Sheri couldn't keep her hands off that fine chocolate baller who got her preggers.

Her beautifully manicured hands.

She filed them in Latin class. I swear to God. Bitch was that good. She never had to cheat and peek like the rest of us.

And the teacher let her get away with that. Because she was a prodigy.

But that moment. The empty chair.

Sheri was toppled.

The indulgence curve had just been remapped to pass around Sheri's flagrantly gravid body! (Kindly note both adjective and adverb are Latin derivatives of the first water!)

Sheri was taking a "leave of absence."

Joy!

Did that sound petty? Sad? Salieri-ish?

No more declensions for you, Sheri. Wave bye bye. It's the home for Young Convalescent Birth Mothers for the class Wunderkind.

Did that sound bitchy? Well...

There's no way I could have beat her.

The chile fucking thought in Latin.

And she was gorgeous..she looked like the black chick in the one Duran Duran video with the tiger stripes on her face. Maybe that was Sheri.

Plus she was the singer in the school band and had smoky jazz pipes to die for.

Nowadays they're more enlightened about teenage pregancy.

Don't they have like playpens in the classrooms or something? You spoon applesauce in your kid's mouth while learning about the Suffragettes?

Back then it was more teachers taking flambeaux from cressets on the wall and swinging them around while wearing black hoods...chanting maledictions in Latin...and forming a closing circle around you...

I mean this was the eighties. Reagan was still counting jellybeans while he was losing his.

Ah, memories.

Anyway, enjoy this nerd Latin lesson.

I'd buy this book.

I keep looking for a good Interlinear Virgil online and haven't found it yet.

If anybody knows where that unfound treasure is, kindly holla down the holla bush.

Surely somebody posted one of those online? Philadelphia had a press back in the
19th century that had a hugely profitable business with Interlinear Latin books.

Philadelphia was actually a publishing capital during parts of the 19th century. The houses located there produced some unbelievably, insanely gorgeous books shortly after the midcentury...I'm thinking in particular of some Poe editions I've seen--local son, he--total florid Victoriana, foiled and laced, weird printing techniques and technologies that no longer even exist! And the books interpreting the meanings of flowers. Those were huge back then. The arcana of flowers. I've always wanted to collect those books, but they get so pricey!

I occasionally stumble upon one of the really old Interlinear Latin books in thrift stores, but usually I just buy them on ABE. They go for nothing.

Yes, I need the cheats. Use it or lose it.

But I love Virgil in Latin.

I just need to cheat.

You do it with your Playstation so don't even look at me like that.

You Google cheats all day long.

Yes you do.

I found this because I was trying to remember the declension of the noun anguis, "serpent."

You know, like in "anguis in herba."

It evaded me.

Lots of things evade me.

Many of them have two legs.

Or is that avoid?





HERE ARE THE SONGS CHEERFUL NERDS SING, AS THEY WALK DOWN THE HALLS LIKE MERRY LITTLE HOBBITSES, RIGHT BEFORE SOMETHING TERRIBLE HAPPENS...



For more mnemonic devices (including vocabulary) please check out the 180-page
book "Mnemonic Latin"

Mnemonic hints
for learning
Latin vocabulary
and grammar.

Nouns that are singular only:



Argentum, aurum, ferrum, plebs, justitia,

Ver, aevum, letum, sanguis, pueritia.


Nouns that are Plural only:

Manes, liberi, Penates,

Divitiae, cunae, nugae, grates,

With arma, munia, magalia,

And festive seasons, as Floralia.



Nouns of Common Gender

Common are to either sex:

Artifex and opifex,

Conviva, vates, advena,

Testis, civis, incola,

Parens, sacerdos, custos, vindex,

Adolescens, infans, index.

Judex, heres, comes, dux,

Princeps, municeps, conjux,

Obses, ales, interpres,

Auctor, exul; and with these
Bos, dama, talpa, tigris, grus,

Cavis and anguis, serpens, sus.



Gender in I Declension

Nouns denoting males in a

Are by meaning Mascula;

And added to the Males must be

Hadria, the Hadriatic Sea.


Feminina stand in us,

Alvus, arctus, carbasus,

Colus, humus, pampinus,

Vannus; names of Plants, as pirus;

Names of Jewels, as sapphires.

Neuter, pelagus and virus.

Vulgus Neuter commonly,
Rarely Masculine, we see.



Gender in III Declension

Substantives in do and go

Genus Femininum show.

But ligo, ordo, praedo, cardo,

Are Mascula; and Common margo.




Verbal Nouns in io call

Feminina, one and all:

Mascula will only be

Things that you may touch or see,

(As curculio, vespertilio,

Pugio, scipio, and papilio,)

With the Nouns that number show,

Such as ternio, senio.




Echo Femininum name:

Caro (carnis) is the same.




Femininum call arbor;

Neuter aequor, marmor, cor.




Of the Substantives in os,

Feminina cos and dos:

While, of Latin Nouns, alone

Neuter are os (ossis), bone,

And os (oris), mouth: a few

Greek in os are Neuter too.




Many Neuters end in er,

Siler, acer, verber, ver,

Tuber, uber, and cadaver,

Piper, iter, and papaver.




Feminina, compes, teges,

Merces, merges, quies, seges,

Through their Genitives increase, –

With the Neuters reckon aes.




Many Nouns in is we find

To the Mascula assigned:

Amnis, axis, caulis, collies,

Clunis, crinis, fascis, follies,

Fustis, ignis, orbis, ensis,

Panis, pascis, postis, mensis,

Torris, unguis, and canalis,

Vectis, vermis, and natalis,

Lapis, sanguis, cucumis,

Pulvis, cases, Manes, glis.




Chiefly Mascula we view,

Sometimes Feminina too,

Callis, sentis, funis, finis,

Torquis, and, in poets, cinis.




Mascula are adamas,

Elephas, mas, gigas, as:

Vas (vadis) too as Male is known,

Vas (vasis) as a Neuter Noun.




Most are Mascula in ex:

Feminina, forex, lex,

Nex, supplex: Common, pumex,

Imbrex, obex, silex, rumex.




Mascula appear in ix,

Fornix, phonix, and calyx




Mascula are fons and mons,

Chalybs, hydrops, gryps, and pons,

Rudens, torrens, dens and cliens,

Fractions of the as, as triens;

Add to Mascula tridens,

Occidens and oriens,

Bidens (hoc): but bidens (sheep)

With the Feminina keep.




Mascula are found in es

Verres and acinaces.




Mascula are found in ur ,

Furfur, turtur, vultur, fur.




Feminina, some in us

Keep u long, as, servitus,

With juventus, virtus, salus,

Senectus, tellus, incus, palus.




Also pecus (pecudis)

Of the Female gender is.




Mascula are found in us

Lepus (leporis) and mus.




Mascula in l are mugil,

Consul, sal and sol, with pugil.




Mascula are ren and splen,

Pecten, delphin, attagen.




Feminina some in on;

Gorgon, sindon, halcyon.




Gender in IV Declension

Feminina, trees in us,

With tribus, acus, porticus,

Domus, nurus, socrus, anus,

Idus (iduum) and manus.

I Dreamt

I dreamt I was given an award for the Most Horrible Person Almost in American Poetry.*

Note: This was not the award for Almost the Most Horrible Person in American Poetry.

Because that person wouldn't win, like, anything.

You need the superlative.

I accepted the award in my usual lounge pants, the ones with Family Guy all over them.

I couldn't see the audience for the bright lights they were shining in my eyes, and that's when I heard the first rifle shots...

I almost bought Marina and Lee at the thrift store tonight. It was one of the books I reluctantly put back.

I didn't think that would go over well with the federal agents who have me under surveillance.

Leave romanticizing Presidential assassins to Stephen Sondheim, Bill...




*Well, long before Y'All kicked me out I seceded. See the link at right for my Secession Statement from American Poetry. I only visit occasionally, and that in the middle of the night. Sort of like Johns Wilkes Booth's friends when he entertained them in D.C. on winter nights.

Thrift Store Finds

It was a good night, but I spent money I don't really have to spend.

Oh well. It was all for stuff for Lee's little side biz or hobby or whatever it is.

The rub is that a great load of Native American art came in, and it was decent stuff, not really the touristy shit most people buy out there. Okay, most of it was probably made for tourists, but these tourists had made some good finds. These items might not have been produced in a tribal context, but they really look like they have the same quality of items that were. I see tons of faked-up native art, and I never buy the shit, but these struck me. They had just come in the door so I had dibs, and they priced them so low. I've seen a lot of really faked-up touristy things, but these appear to have been made with care for how the originals were made. The sand paintings aren't great and are really a mockery of what the art form is really meant to be (they sort of have a disclaimer on the back) but the thing is they are still very pretty and beautifully matted, etc. so I got them. That's Navajo of course. The sand paintings were done on the earth and they were left to vanish naturally. They were not produced as wall art. That's just silly. But that's the idea some probably horrible "entrepreneur" got. The artist signed but I'm sure he's not a collected artist. I'll check. Maybe I got lucky.

But then there was some just gorgeous beadwork done by Natives. A little medicine bag with a turtle worked into it. And a pipe that was fired in the old way with quality artisanship and decorated with feathers and such. An animal skin drum with a really beautiful little painting on it. The rattle is just unbelievable. It looks like a musuem piece. They made it look ancient. And the materials and methodology look exactly like the pieces like this I've seen in museums.

The best finds were some red clay sculptures done by a Native artist (signed/dated). These are very imaginative. One of them is a semi-abstract interpretation of Coyote. I love it. It stays true to the Native American vison. It's a plique-a-jour piece. Not enameling but the technique by that name. Maybe I should have just said openwork. Well, the French use that generically rather than specifically and I guess I do too. I'm sure someone paid a hell of a lot more than I did tonight when they originally bought that. That's clearly a gallery purchase. I have to research it, but I'll be surprised if this artist isn't collected/listed.

EBAY is tricky about the selling of Native American art. You have to adhere very closely to their guidelines on that. It's respect and propriety, and I dig that.

The funny thing is I'm part native (isn't almost everybody) but we don't talk about that. It's a ways back (again like most Americans) so it was never a big factor in my life. Which is a shame, I think. I wish I knew more. It's the maternal side, and can you believe they actually used that excuse for my grand-uncle's suicide at the close of the 19th or start of the 20th century. It wasn't a proven suicide, and my Grandmother maintained to her dying day it was a murder covered up--there was apparently a love triangle--but when people actually acknowledged that it might have been a suicide, they blamed it on the Indian part of our blood. As a little kid, I just swallowed that. But now I find it hilarious. Hot blooded. Check it and see. "Now it all makes sense. I just thought I had a natural tendency to be an alcoholic and a knack for catching syphilis!"--Jeri Blank, on discovering her Native American heritage.

And this Injun is more pecuniarily straitened than that Injun over there that owns the casinos, so I think I should be able to sell any damn artifact I want to on EBAY..

A joke. I got jokes.

I'll probably just give these to my Mom to give to my nieces and nephews.

They can go unpolitically woo-woo all over the yard and shit all over their (forgotten) tribal heritage.

Greek/Native American/German.

No wonder I'm so fucking confused.

So I added all the Native things on at the very end and shot my wad, but what I found beforehand was fun too....again, mostly for Lee...all were either 1.99 or .99.

First edition of Dinotopia. Love the art. I watched some of that on t.v. It's fun stuff. It's an odd sized hardback. A long rectangle.

Gorgeous old edition of Moby Dick with a gilded latticework on the front. Lovely shade of green. The last one I gave Lee was the Modern Library from 1926. People snap those things up. That's long gone. This is much prettier than that.

A decorator's book of Williamsburg Reconstructions/Reproductions. Has great paint color charts in the back and breaks down the Colonial design house by house, room by room, piece by piece. Very well-researched and beautifully-designed. I guess the heyday for that was in the seventies but it's still very lovely. I'm sure it's still a vogue down that way where the design elements hold a certain historic charm for the nouveau riche, right? Gauche. Garish. Gump.

A couple Richard Scarry books. I loved him as a child. I got the book art one; it opens up accordion-style to create Busytown (I typoed Bustytown at first; dads would like that!) and will easily occupy most of the child's bedroom floor...unless the child lives in a palace, in which case he can occupy himself with torturing serfs and servants, and doesn't need Richard Scarry.

Reading the one Richard Scarry book, it just confirmed me in my intention to begin writing a series of novels which masquerade as children's books. I love that faux-naivete. I love simple sentences, mostly because I never allow myself the luxury (and sanity) of simple sentences. Cacoethes loquendi is my native tongue.

Lee made a little kid in Ottawa happy this week because he was able to replace a beloved Grizzly bear put out by Animal Alley. This according to his Grandmother. The bear's somewhere between here and Ottawa. Dru tried to fuck it, but we got it in time.

I mention this because a cute chihuhua I found tonight turned out to also be Animal Alley. They are a good maker of realistic-looking animals. And they know all about the plush! Very soft and cuddly! No I'm not a plushophile. But my cat is. The last thing I need is to hear someone tell Lee there's mung on a child's bear. I dont' think I would survive it.

Harper's Dictionary of Contemporary Usage. Big hardcover. This one's for me, as I find it fascinating. It has these extended roundtable discussions of grammar with authors of different stripes (from Asimov to more literary canon type figures) where they throw out a controversial grammatical point, and the authors natter on about how they feel on this; the purist and the precisian battle the advocates of the living language position. If I were on one of those panels, I would just advocate a Jamesian form of English and punish all breaches or deviations with a standard abacination. DEATH TO THE GRAMMATICAL POLYMORPHS!

Another joke. I got jokes. "Oh, you got jokes." That's what a child of the streets says right before he or she's gonna pop ya. And then you realize--that ain't no child. That's Genghis Khan in shortpants. Run.

A book of bedtime stories, which I figured I might share with my readership of five or six people. And thus alienate them with the warm milk of condescension. But I LIKE these stories. They're cute and very short. Obviously this is a book for parents who can't stand their kids, because the stories can be read in like fifteen seconds stop talking shut up and become unconscious already mommy needs her vodka stinger goodnight why are your lips still moving do you need another ativan? That type book.

The Franklin Library edition of Benet's John Brown's Body. Looks like it just came from the pretentious warehouse. Mint condition. Yuk Yuk. Get it? Franklin Mint..oh never mind. Lovely binding and ridiculously lavish endpapers. The usual spine wales and ridges and quality tooled leather. Yadda yadda. It doesn't get much more bourgeois...or "boozhy" as the black girls say 'round here.

And lastly...

The Metrosensual!! Gimmicky book cut in the shape of a handsome man's head. The right edge of the book is his silhouette or profile. He has a diamond earring that's inset in the book cover. The girls were cooing over this and paging it through it. It's a "respectful" (cough) examination of the metrosexual male--his mores and his natural habitat, his clothing and his women, his men and his art. You know...the Katy Perry song said it succinctly...she didn't need to be prolix like this book. (I mean the "You're So Gay" song..."and you don't even like boys.") Then they realized it was filled with a lot of half nude guys and man candy, including some Chippendales ass shots and they were in heaven. I told them they could keep it if they want, but they're always too nice for that. Plus they're too smart to waste their money on shit like this.

No you don't even like

No you don't even like

No you don't even like...

penis!

I love the way Katy says "penis" at the end of the song.

The dripping frustration.

She was a real bitch on American Idol the other night. Really nasty. Even to Cara, who was trying to keep her nails back.

Maybe she found blond pubic hairs in Josh's bathtub or something. You know, the kind that are all curly and long, like little piggy tails. Not the paintbrush kind. Dear Katy, that big blond German youth is not just a bodyguard. They never are.

Everybody secretly wants an Aryan asshole. At least once.

I know I had Boris Becker dreams when I was just a "chile."

Oh Boris, your hair...it's strawberry blond!

He was married to a black chick. Maybe he still is.

My friend Melinda is black and she was a military brat, and she swears that growing up in the eighties (the eighties mind ya!) over there, that Germans would come up to her brothers and her on the street and touch her on the ass, right at the base of the spine. Here was where she touched me on the ass, right at the base of my spine, to demonstrate (we were cubi neighbors at work and she knew I was gay, so it was okay). And I looked at her in puzzlement. And Melinda said: "Tails, Bill. They were checking to see if we had tails!" And then we both busted up laughing. She because she was seeing my face, and I because I couldn't believe this happened. But she was so convincing. She's beautiful. She used to model. She brought in this book of some of her work one day and then of course every other woman in the place hated her. And the funniest part was she didn't care.

The hubris of beautiful people.

But she was sweet. What are you gonna do.

Didi Menendez, Thank You

When someone you like and respect does something wonderful, you feel a sense of pride, don't ya?

Well, I do.

And a sense of vicarious satisfaction. That's the best. Because you don't have to actually do anything. You know someone who has done something (wonderful).

So, I have a proximity buzz today from Didi for producing such a wonderful magazine in Poets and Artists.

Notice: it's a magazine that manages not to be condescending to its audience in its title, like say oh, I don't know...POETS & WRITERS!.

Isn't that latter the dumbest title for a magazine?

It's like one of those "We just wanted to see if you were awake" titles.

But Didi's mag makes sense.

And yes, it's glossy, and we all like glossy.

She probably will just yawn if she reads this appreciation, since this is VOLUME 3 of the magazine, after all, so she's been doing this for a while.

But it's new to me and I wanted to thank her for doing such a great job of getting so many marginalized painters (and other visual artists) and marginalized poets into a glossy mag. Amd giving them the star treatment.

They're probably so used to the staple by now, that they cry when they see this.

Anyway, I didn't read it through yet, but of course I looked at the art, and I liked some of it quite a bit.

It's a magazine that seems in touch with the way America really is, rather than the way Americans want to pretend it is. The magazine seems to focus on the cultural disparity between our professed identities and our professed generosity and our professed open-mindedness and the actual state of affairs. It's political, it's gender-neutral (all persuasions here!), it's generous and alive and optimistic and desparing and sexy and traumatized by sex and in love with fire and burnt, and looking in the mirror and shattering it sometimes in frustration.

Oh, and there are loads of hot bodies.

Rafts and rafts of them. In every imaginable position.

There are a lot of palatable nudes. But there are also a lot of really raw, powerful self-portraits that are naked in a completely different way.

It's interesting to me how many contemporary artists included in here are turning back to Renaissance models of art. Admittedly, there are often contemporary inflections--few are literal in their interpretations.

And poets! Great to see some underrecognized poets in here. And the poetry editor is making good selections of work.

Anyway, that's just after a first, quick once-over.

I'm proud of you, Didi.

This is good stuff.

I hope it's getting the readership it deserves.

I see this mag as appealing to all ages too, which is a rarity.

You can find out how to order this (and trust me, you won't regret it) magazine, I'm wagering, by going here: Simply the Best..And Hot at the Same Time.

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This showed up in my spam folder, next to the porn and emails from people who don't realize that I am no longer a practicing alcoholic.

And I just want you to know--it's made you all considerably less charming.

SPAM THE PAIN AWAY!!!!

No offense.

Not you. You. Not you. No, move. Yeah. The one behind you. That person. With the literary teeth.

Anyway, Clay seems to have done a good job of winnowing the thick S.P.D. catalogue down and throws out a sop for some books that sound as though they might be fun reads.

I'd probably buy a few of these if I could morally swallow putting the cat on an "every other day" diet. (Isn't that what the Mommas and the Poppas sang...every other day of the week is fine....yea-uh.) They were probably singing about heroin.

I will indicate which books I would probably buy, to show you how an impulse purchase goes.

I'll rate the likelihood of my buying the book (if I had the mazumah) on a scale of 1 to 10.

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Nightboat Books
ISBN: 9780982264546

Poetry. Literary Nonfiction. Environmental Studies. In this riveting and timely collection of essays, interviews, and photographs, 17 contemporary innovative poets weigh in on pressing environmental concerns. How can poetry engage with a global ecosystem under duress? How do poetic languages, forms, structures, syntaxes, and grammars contend or comply with the forces of environmental disaster? Can innovating languages forward the cause of living sustainably in a world of radical interconnectedness? In what ways do vectors of geography, race, gender, class, and culture intersect with the development of individual or collective ecopoetic projects? Contributors include: Karen Leona Anderson, Jack Collom, Tina Darragh, Marcella Durand, Laura Elrick, Brenda Iijima, Peter Larkin, Jill Magi, Tracie Morris, Catriona Mortimer-Sandilands, Julie Patton, Jed Rasula, Evelyn Reilly, Leslie Scalapino, James Sherry, Jonathan Skinner, and Tyrone Williams. Co-published with Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs. LINK→

LANGUAGE DOESN'T CHANGE ECO-TRAGIC CORPORATE DECISIONS. FINES DO. THIS IS LORD OF THE RINGS FAIRY WARFARE. STILL I BET IT HAS A GOOD DANCE BEAT. I'LL GIVE IT A 3.


New Cross-Genre from Edge Books
NON/FICTION
Daniel Gutstein
$16 | paper | 140 pp.
Edge Books
ISBN: 9781890311254

Literary Nonfiction. Fiction. Cross-Genre. "Having conjured up that particular mix of will, heartwreck, and sheer wonder that makes for a large part of the human condition, Gutstein presents it to us through the nuance-rippled glass of his unique vision—a vision at once powerful, canny, restless, and sweeping—in sentences that make of muscularity a haunting new music. Deadpan poignancy and a fable-like resonance to these 'non-fictions'—a striking debut"—Carl Phillips. "Dan Gutstein is one of the most dangerous writers operating in America today. He bends form, bends language, and bends your ear, making NON/FICTION a book that poets and prosers, alike, can celebrate. May it become the Gold Standard for multi-genre writing"—Kevin Moffett. LINK→

"...in sentences that make of muscularity a haunting new music." I NEVER REALIZED HOW GAY THE COPY SPD USES REALLY IS. I SUPPOSE THEY DON'T WRITE IT. BUT....EDGE BOOKS DOESN'T PUBLISH CRAP, SO THIS BOOK IS PROBABLY MUCH BETTER THAN THIS TERRIBLE COPY. I'D GIVE IT AN INTEREST RATING OF 8 OR 9. BUT ONLY BECAUSE IT'S EDGE BOOKS.


New Cross-Genre from Ugly Duckling Presse
MADE-UP INTERVIEWS WITH IMAGINARY ARTISTS
Alex Stein
$17 | paper | 154 pp.
Ugly Duckling Presse
ISBN: 9781933254500

Miscellaneous. Cross-Genre. "Alex Stein's marvelous MADE-UP INTERVIEWS WITH IMAGINARY ARTISTS moves powerfully against the grain of standard received notions of what constitutes a book of interviews. Combining philosophical rumination and elegant digression with fascinating interviews that have been subtly but significantly reworked, Stein has brought a new variety of convive to the cross-genre table. The result, while offering the rewards of traditional interview compilations—access to the minds of first-rate thinkers such as Lorna Dee Cervantes and Cecilia Vicuña—also offers the reader a growing sense of just who or what the mysterious, deceptively self-effacing facilitator of these proceedings might be. For Alex Stein too is gradually, carefully revealed to us too as the book proceeds. This Alex Stein may or may not correspond perfectly with the Alex Stein who has signed his name to the manuscript, and it is in this touch of fictionality, which always illuminates rather than obscures, and speaks volumes about the knowability/unknowability of the self and what the self seeks to apprehend—that a handsome portion of the pleasure of this fine project resides"—Laird Hunt. LINK→

I LOVE THE IDEA ABOUT THE IMAGINARY INTERVIEW. I LIKE ANYTHING WITH IMAGINARY LIVES IN IT. AND LAIRD HUNT LIKES IT AND HE'S COOL. BUT I HATE THAT THEY PUT 'BRING YOU DOWN' REAL INTERVIEWS NEXT TO ONES WHICH MIGHT BE FUNNY AND CONTAIN NECESSARY TAKE DOWNS. I'D HAVE TO SAY A 9 THOUGH ON THIS ONE.


New Poetry Anthology from Narrow House
THE I.E. READER
Michael Ball, Ed.
$22 | paper | 152 pp.
Narrow House
ISBN: 9780979390128

Poetry. A collection of contemporary poetry selected from authors who've read at the Baltimore-based i.e. reading series since 2005. Spanning generations, schools, and regions, additional contributors include Elena Alexander, Bruce Andrews, Sandra Beasley, Lauren Bender, Bill Berkson, Miles Champion, Norma Cole, Bruce Covey, Tina Darragh, Ben Doller, Sandra Doller, Buck Downs, Rachel Blau DuPlessis, Cathy Eisenhower, Heather Fuller, Jamie Gaughran-Perez, Peter Gizzi, Adam Good, K. Lorraine Graham, Jessica Grim, P. Inman, Bonnie Jones, Beth Joselow, Michael Kelleher, Amy King, Doug Lang, Katy Lederer, Reb Livingston, M. Magnus, Tom Mandel, Chris Mason, Kristi Mexwell, Megan McShea, Anna Moschovakis, Gina Myers, Chris Nealon, Mel Nichols, Aldon Nielsen, Tom Orange, Bob Perelman, Simon Pettet, Tom Raworth, Adam Robinson, Phyllis Rosenzweig, Ric Royer, Ken Rumble, Justin Sirois, Maureen Thorson, Chris Toll, Edwin Torres, Les Wade, Ryan Walker, Mark Wallace, Terence Winch, Rupert Wondolowski, and Geoffrey Young. LINK→

LOTS OF POETS I ADORE NAMED HERE AND I LOVE VARIETY SO THIS WOULD BE A SOLID TEN.


New Poetry from Elixir Press
LET ME OPEN YOU A SWAN
Deborah Bogen
$17 | paper | 88 pp.
Elixir Press
ISBN: 9781932418361

Poetry. LET ME OPEN YOU A SWAN is the winner of the 2009 Elixir Press Antivenom Poetry Award. Judge Michele Mitchell-Foust had this to say about the winning manuscript: "Deborah Bogen is the real thing, and she knows the power of beautiful language to stir and hypnotize, to get to the heart of the matter, but also to confuse the issue, to send the reader dreaming, so she slows her beauty down, roughs it up, breaths air into it, so the reader never dreams through the good parts.... What we have in Deborah Bogen's LET ME OPEN YOU A SWAN is sublime poetry, the rare gift of a terrifying look into the shaping of a warrior poet and her work." LINK→

I DON'T KNOW. IS SHE REALLY A WARRIOR POET? LIKE XENA...OR LIKE EILEEN MYLES? IF THE FORMER NO, THE LATTER YES. I DON'T WANT HER TO SEND ME DREAMING. I CAN DO THAT WITH THE DRUGS I TAKE ON MY OWN. THIS IS A FIVE.


New Poetry from Libellum Books
THE NEW WORLD
Tom Clark
$10 | paper | 60 pp.
Libellum Books
ISBN: 9780975299371

Poetry. In this book of new poems, we find veteran master Tom Clark at the top of his form. In a new twist on lyric possibility, Clark trains his limpid style and eye on current street life in Berkeley, California. Clark's observational skill is informed by acute social critique and most significantly a heightened sense of time's rapid passage. There is personal history here, too, in poems to Philip Whalen and Robert Duncan. Youth, seen in retrospect, works up to present tense; ultimate doubts as it ends, or seems to. "Time's arrow, Orfeo, never turns around, / So don't look back..." LINK→

WHAT DID I HEAR LATELY NASTY ABOUT TOM CLARK. THAT HE WAS HOMOPHOBIC ONCE MANY YEARS AGO OR SOMETHING. SHOULD I WORRY ABOUT THAT, WHETHER IT WAS TRUE. IT'S SORT OF LIKE WORRYING WHETHER HE ATE TOAST WITHOUT CINNAMON MANY YEARS AGO, INNIT? IT HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THAT ASSHOLE DORN. I CAN'T STAND HIM OR HIS STUPID POETRY. EVEN DEAD HE'S AN ASSHOLE. I USED TO LIKE TOM'S CLARK POETRY. BUT I HAVEN'T READ IT IN YEARS. EVEN THE STUFF I HAVE. LIMPID STYLE IMPLIES TO ME HE'S STILL WRITING THE SAME STUFF I LIKED ONCE YEARS AGO. AND "TIME'S RAPID PASSAGE." HE DID THAT ALREADY. ESPECIALLY WITH THE WRITING ABOUT KEATS. MEDITATIONS ON MORTALITY HAVE SORT OF BEEN DONE. I KNOW---"BUT NOT MINE!!"BUT I HAVE TREPIDATION THAT THAT WRITING MIGHT HAVE CHANGED FOR ME. I STILL LIKE THAT'S HE IN THE ANTHOLOGY OF NEW YORK POETS. THAT WAS A GOOD MOMENT FOR HIM. OH, I'M CURIOUS SO I'D SAY 8.


New Visual Poetry from Fence Books
LAKE ANTIQUITY: WORKS 1996-2008
Brandon Downing
$40 | paper | 184 pp.
Fence Books
ISBN: 9781934200278

Poetry. Art. Poetry X eleven = LAKE ANTIQUITY. LAKE ANTIQUITY = a rectangular swimming pool in the E.U.R. district in Rome, built by Benito Mussolini to be heralded at the 1942 World Expo as the epicenter of Fascism. Brandon Downing's LAKE ANTIQUITY meets the challenge of this absurdity and countless ineradicable others. The culmination of more than a decade of visionary irreverence, this fulminating iteration of text-collages makes a perfect holiday gift for the poetry lover. Brandon Downing has scoured refuse piles and skimmed the creme/scum off the top of two centuries of cultural production for these chiming elements. His paste-ups are cut-ups; his cut-ups are pasted with a discrimination that shares a border with insurgency. LINK→

THIS SOUNDS FABU. I'D GIVE THIS A TEN. I DON'T KNOW BRANDON DOWNING'S WORK AT ALL. BUT I'M DOWN FOR VIZPO JUST ABOUT ANYTIME.


New Poetry/Nonfiction from Ugly Duckling Presse
TEN WALKS/TWO TALKS
Jon Cotner and Andy Fitch
$14 | paper | 88 pp.
Ugly Duckling Presse
ISBN: 9781933254678

Poetry. Literary Nonfiction. TEN WALKS/TWO TALKS updates the meandering and meditative form of Basho's travel diaries. Mapping 21st-century New York, Cotner and Fitch tap their predecessor's collaborative tendencies in order to construct a descriptive/dialogic fugue. The book combines a series of sixty-minute, sixty-sentence walks around Manhattan and a pair of dialogues about walking—one of which takes place during a late-night "philosophical" ramble through Central Park. LINK→

THIS SOUNDS REALLY LUVERLY. MY INTEREST IS A TEN HERE. I LIKE UGLY DUCKLING PRESSE. THEY GIVE ME THINGS. I WAS IN AN ISSUE OF THE MAG ONCE AND THE OFFICES BURNED DOWN WITH MOST OF THE MAGAZINES. SORRY THE CURSE RUBBED OFF ON YE, UGLING DUCKLING.


New Art from Pressed Wafer
THE BOOK OF PENIS
Jo Ann Rothschild
$17.50 | paper | 56 pp.
Pressed Wafer
ISBN: 9780982410035

Miscellaneous. Art. "I had thought that the quality of my work would exempt me from the prejudice and constriction suffered by earlier generations of women. It did not. In 1982 I gathered statistics comparing teaching positions, reviews and exhibitions of women and men in Boston. They were unequal. Naming the situation made it easier for me to work. I thought about that until it seemed funny. We live in a penis world." LINK→

OH GOD THIS LOOKS DEPRESSING AND THE UNFUNNY STALE SNL HUMOR OF THE TITLE IS RATHER CONDESCENDING. THIS SOUNDS LIKE ABOUT AS MUCH FUN AS A DRY CONDOM FUCK. PRESSED WAFER WAS ONE OF THOSE MAGAZINES THAT MUST HAVE THROWN AWAY POEMS SUBMITTED BY POETS. BECAUSE BACK IN THE DAY WHEN I SENT OUT THEY WERE ONE OF THE WORST OFFENDERS FOR NOT RETURNING WORK. DON'T TELL US TO PUT FUCKING STAMPS ON S.A.S.Es IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO RETURN THE GODDAMN WORK. YOU WERE ON THE LIST OF MAGS SEEKING WORK, SO DON'T PRETEND YOU ONLY READ SOLICITED OR SOMETHING. EVEN IF YOU DID ONLY PUBLISH A COTERIE. I'M STILL MAD AT YOU AND THAT WAS FIFTEEN YEARS AGO. YES, A FEW STAMPS. BUT YOU ARE "IGNERIT." WHO'S BEHIND THAT, WILLIAM CORBETT? IT'S NICE THE PRESS GREW OUT OF WIENERS AND FEELINGS OF LOVE FOR HIS BOOK AND ALL THAT, BUT GEEZ. GROW SOME CLASS. YES, I REALIZE THE IRONY HERE. WHOSE MAG WAS IT THAT WROTE "NO!!!" GIANT LETTERS. GIANT N. GIANT O. DO YOU THINK THEY WOULD HAVE WRITTEN THAT TO SOMEBODY WORTH SUCKING UP TO? PUHLEEZE. OH YEAH, IT WAS SOME MAGAZINE EDITED BY NOAH ELI GORDON BACK IN THE DAY. JUST LIKE A FIVE YEAR OLD. IT WASN'T IN CRAYON, BUT IT MIGHT AS WELL HAVE BEEN. EVER HEAR OF A FORM LETTER, GUYS? YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT WHEN FOETRY.COM WAS NASTY TO YOU, DID YOU? YOU THREATENED TO BEAT THAT GUY UP, MASH HIS FACE TO A PULP. CAN'T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG?

I GIVE THIS A NEGATIVE FOUR.

DO YOU NOTICE A THEME HERE? DON'T SEND POETRY TO EDITORS IN MASSACHUSETTS.

I HAVE TO SAY THE MOST EGREGIOUS OFFENDERS FOR EDITORIAL MALFEASANCE..I COULD COUNT THEM ON THE FINGERS OF NOT ONE HAND, BUT MAYBE TWO...ALWAYS THE SAME DOZEN OR SO MAGS. THE REST WERE PROFESSIONAL.

YES, I HAVE A DOZEN FINGERS. DON'T ASK.



New Criticism & Theory from Olga Ast Books
FLEEING FROM ABSENCE
Olga Ast
$25 | paper | 100 pp.
Olga Ast Books
ISBN: 9781933254579

Literary Nonfiction. Criticism and Theory. Edited by Julia Druk. Limited edition of 500, signed by the author. In FLEEING FROM ABSENCE, Olga Ast explores the nature and interpretations of time in four essays: "The Visualization of Time," "In Search of Absent Time," "The Origin of Forms'" and "A Copy Machine." Eschewing narrow distinctions between disciplines traditionally employed to discuss the concept of time, Ast blends evidence and opinions from art, science, philosophy and literature into a cohesive whole. While the cross-disciplinary approach of combining the arts with science is increasingly popular, Ast believes that we have yet to see a true collaboration between them. Her book and other interdisciplinary projects attempt to establish a new medium that not confined to art or science but drawn from both. LINK→

THIS SOUNDS INTERESTING. IT'S PROBABLY ART CRITIC ART, BUT STILL PROBABLY GOOD STUFF. A NINE.

New Poetry from Inanna Publications
LETTER OUT: LETTER IN
Salimah Valiani
$18.95 | paper | 155 pp.
Inanna Publications
ISBN: 9781926708010

Poetry. Using post-Apartheid South Africa as a point from which to reflect on Canada and beyond, LETTER OUT: LETTER IN is a poetry collection of social commentary, political-economic analysis, and philosophical meditation. Historic and persisting structures of racism, sexism and economic inequality are explored, but also the nature of gender and ethnic divisions within and among oppressed groups. Moving from critique, LETTER OUT: LETTER IN further proposes love as an alternative to the binary of competition/solidarity so prevalent in Western thought. The Sufi notion of love is defined and redefined at recurring moments in the collection, making use of poetic subtlety to offer a new vision in a fractured world. LINK→


"Using post-Apartheid South Africa as a point from which to reflect on Canada and beyond," HAS TO BE ONE OF THE FUNNIEST BITS OF COPY IN THE CURRENT SPD CATALOGUE..OR I'M HOPING THAT'S THE CASE ANYWAY...

SOUNDS LIKE A DRY HUMP IN THE CARNAGE TREES.

-1.



New Poetry from Anhinga Press
YOUNGER THAN NEIL
Earl S. Braggs
$20 | paper | 166 pp.
Anhinga Press
ISBN: 9781934695128

Poetry. African American Studies. "Nothing changes until it's changed in everyone's memories. Earl S. Braggs remembers and records his experience, protesting America's attempt to make him smaller than these large, vivid, Kerouacian, music-saturated poems. The reader is returned, through repetition's felicities—the epic extension of the moment of composition—inward to our national soul"—Alice Notley. LINK→

ALICE NOTLEY GAVE IT A THUMBS UP. SO AN 8. ANYTHING WITH STUDIES IN THE DESCRIPTION IS PROBABLY GOOD FOR YOU BUT TASTES HORRIBLE.


New Poetry from BkMk Press, University of Missouri-Kansas City
TONGUE OF WAR: FROM PEARL HARBOR TO NAGASAKI
Tony Barnstone
$14.95 | paper | 126 pp.
BkMk Press, University of Missouri-Kansas City
ISBN: 9781886157712

Poetry. This book won the John Ciardi Prize for Poetry, selected by B. H. Fairchild, who writes in his foreword, "TONGUE OF WAR is one of the most distinctive manuscripts I have ever judged for a book prize (And it is a book rather than simply a collection)." Barnstone writes that he intends TONGUE OF WAR as "a love letter to the World War II generation." But he explains, "I see the sequence as a history in verse in which I allow the readers to inhabit multiple and warring perspectives on the War in the Pacific, including the Pearl Harbor attack, Hiroshima, and the conflict in between." Pulitzer-prize-winning writer Robert Olen Butler writes that "Barnstone has revealed humankind's capacity both for evil and for redemption with a power that few writers have ever achieved." LINK→

SOUNDS A LITTLE OUT OF TIME AND A LITTLE ATAVISTIC. "HISTORY IN VERSE" DOES NOT PORTEND WELL. A TWO.

New Poetry from Bilingual Press
BOOMERANG
Brenda Cárdenas
$12 | paper | 112 pp.
Bilingual Press
ISBN: 9781931010535

Poetry. Latino/Latina Studies. In BOOMERANG, Brenda Cárdenas creates a vibrant, syncretic space open to many voices, perspectives, and tongues. Here, whatever is made is in motion. Cárdenas casts a line of English, and it returns to her in Spanish. She spins lyrically taut free verse; sculpts prose poems, sapphics, and sonnets; and punches the rhythms of spoken word in what Juan Felipe Herrera has called "a sonic calligraphy, hand-thrown spirals of spirit." Whether telling stories of displaced peoples and places, responding to Chicano art, or meditating on language itself, Cárdenas strikes a deliberately tenuous balance between self-assurance and loss, all the while on a journey toward the interconnectedness that she calls home. LINK→


SAPPHICS AND SONNETS WORK FOR ME. I'D SAY AN 8 DESPITE THE WORD "STUDIES."

New Art from Barrytown/Station Hill
OSVALDO ROMBERG +/-70, EVEN
Damien Bright and Cameron Hu, Eds.
$24.95 | paper | 208 pp.
Barrytown/Station Hill
ISBN: 9781581771084

Art. Latino/Latina Studies. Osvaldo Romberg is an Argentine artist living in the United States who has, over the past five decades, produced a consistently goading body of work that tackles questions of analysis, interpretation, and representation of art and art history. His own history of translocation—between Argentina, Israel, Europe, and the United States—and his firm commitment to family and teaching are mirrored by an art practice that persistently plays with questions of life, sex, death, and the complexities of language and mythology. OSVALDO ROMBERG +/-70, EVEN assembles classic texts by Marcelin Pleynet, Jean-Michel Rabaté, Marjorie Welish, and others (including Romberg himself), and positions them alongside new interviews with the artist and fragmentary fictions written in conversation with his work. This volume also includes rare biographical materials, and provides a photographic survey of Romberg's work from the 1950s to the present. LINK→

HE EVEN GOT MARJORIE WELISH IN THERE. THIS GUY MOVES AROUND A LOT. HIS MIND AND PERSPECTIVE ARE PROBABLY BOTH VERY INTERESTING. A NINE.


New Poetry in Translation from Chelsea Editions
SHAVINGS: SELECTED PROSE POEMS, 1914-1940
Camillo Sbarbaro
$20 | paper | 184 pp.
Chelsea Editions
ISBN: 9780972527118

Poetry. Bilingual Edition. Translated from the Italian by by Gayle Ridinger. Introduction by Simone Giusti. Camillo Sbarbaro (1888-1967) experimented for fifty years with a form of prose poetry that he called trucioli—"shavings." Some of the first were written in the trenches during World War I. Simone Giusti writes in the Introduction that Sbarbaro's quest was to capture the ephemeral joys and sorrows of life with the right word or phrase so as to "free human beings from the hell that comes of depression, deadened senses and dulling routine." LINK→

SOUNDS SORT OF FASCINATING. I'M TRYING TO GROW MY ITALIAN LEXICON SO THIS WOULD BE GREAT IF IT'S BILINGUAL. A TEN.


New Literary Nonfiction from Turtle Point Press
MARBLES
James Guida
$14.95 | paper | 104 pp.
Turtle Point Press
ISBN: 9781933527246

Literary Nonfiction. "It takes a rare gift to write in the aphoristic form, which must be witty and modest at once, and must state in a fresh, arresting way observations which the reader will recognize at once as true. It goes without saying that the aphorist must work out of an unusual perceptiveness and self-knowledge, and I am grateful to James Guida for this book which I have read from start to finish and shall read again"—Richard Wilbur. LINK→

I THOUGH TURTLE POINT WENT UNDER YEARS AGO. THEY PUBLISHED SOME GREAT RONALD JOHNSON WORK. AND I REMEMBER MERWIN. WHO ELSE? PROBABLY A LOT. BUT A BLURB FROM RICHARD WILBUR. IS THIS A REISSUE? SOUNDS VAGUELY INTERESTING. APHORISMS ARE FUN. BUT ONLY WHEN IT'S SOMEBODY LIKE WILLIAM BLAKE OR JENNY HOLZER, ETC. A FIVE

New Poetry from Brick Books
HYMN
John Barton
$19 | paper | 144 pp.
Brick Books
ISBN: 9781894078764

Poetry. LGBT Studies. Improvising on a variety of poetic forms and traversing disparate landscapes—from Belfast to the clear-cuts of Vancouver Island, from the subterranean heat of Jules Verne's Iceland to the ventriloquism of the Alberta Rockies' echoing eastern slopes—John Barton documents the path of the male body in an increasingly unstable, supposedly tolerant contemporary world. HYMN stokes the fires of homoerotic romantic love with its polar extremes of intimacy and solitude. LINK→

SOUNDS GAY. BUT POSSIBLY THE WRONG KIND OF GAY. I DON'T KNOW. IS IT DAINTILY TOOLED AND WISTFUL? MIDDLE CLASS GAY LOVE IS VERY BORING WHEN IT'S IN POETRY. IT'S LIKE THE WILLIAMS SONOMA CATALOGUE USUALLY, EXCEPT WITH FIERY ADJECTIVES.


New Fiction from Greenhouse Review Press
THE MENTAL TRAVELER
Stephen Kessler
$18 | paper | 250 pp.
Greenhouse Review Press
ISBN: 9780965523974

Fiction. At the dark end of the 1960s, a young poet is launched on a bizarre odyssey that leads him from the ill-fated gathering of rock-and-roll tribes at Altamont through San Francisco City Prison to various psychiatric hospitals up and down California in search of his role in the Revolution. An anti-nostalgic, at times terrifying, often comical exploration of a period largely misremembered in the collective imagination, this picaresque narrative is a vivid evocation of a tumultuous moment in American cultural history, an intimate account of acute psychosis, and an archetypal tale of artistic initiation. LINK→

HEHE THEY SAID PICARESQUE. KATHY ACKER IS PICARESQUE. THIS PROBABLY ISN'T REALLY PICARESQUE. BUT I SUPPORT MY BROTHER IN ARMS IN MENTAL ILLNESS. WRITE THE CARNAGE AWAY. I'D READ IT. A NINE.


New Fiction in Translation from Talisman House
THE CONQUEROR
Nedim Gürsel
$18.95 | paper | 222 pp.
Talisman House
ISBN: 9781584980711

Fiction. Translated from the Turkish by Yavuz Demir and John Ottenhoff. The author of over thirty books, including novels, essays, short stories, literary criticism, and travel writing, Gürsel received Turkey's highest literature prize, the Prize of the Turkish Language Academy, in 1976 for his volume of stories A Summer Without End. In 1986, he received the Ipekci Prize promoting Turkish-Greek cultural understanding for The First Woman. In the same year he received the Prix de la Liberté of the French PEN club. He also received the Radio France Internationale Prize for the best novel of 1990, and in 2003 he won the France-Turkey Prize for his lifetime achievements. In 2004 he received the Fernand Rouillon Literary Prize from the Franco-Turkish Committee at the Turkish Tourism Office in Paris. In the same year he was named a Chevalier des Arts et Lettres by the French Ministry of Culture. He received his doctorate in comparative literature from the Sorbonne in 1979. His most recent novel is llah'in Kizlari (The Daughters of Allah), published in 2008. THE CONQUEROR was first published in Turkish as Boğazkesen: Fatih'in Romani in 1996. LINK→

NOTHING BUT LOVE FOR TALISMAN PRESS AND ED FOSTER. HE PUTS OUT THE BEST SHIT FOR DECADES DOWN THERE. A TEN.


New Poetry from Marick Press
LEAVE ME HIDDEN
Franz Wright
$10 | paper | 48 pp.
Marick Press
ISBN: 9781934851104

Poetry. Poets speak metaphorically of poets of previous generations as their spiritual and artistic parents or grandparents. For Franz Wright, this is literally true: his father, James Wright, was one of the most influential American poets of the latter half of the twentieth century. In this book Franz Wright is more intimate than ever before. His collection is a description of the struggle with the demons associated with following in the lineage of a great poet. We can find more of Wright himself in this collection, more of his identity, a grown up man who finally conquers the stigma of living in the shadow of his father. The memories of James Wright are clear and vivid but not a torment. In poems like "Recurring Dream," "Admonitions To Self," "The Future," "Untitled Poem in Three Parts," Franz Wright steps into a new phase of his own writing, he is more accessible to the reader and lets us pick and choose among his hopes and reflections. He alternates between memories of his family and present experiences in a rental apartment. He reveals the splendor and grandiosity of a friendship in the short poem "The Future" where we find a generous man taking care of a fallen friend. LINK→

WONDERFUL POET. I'D READ ANYTHING BY HIM. BEEN THROUGH HELL AND WRITTEN THE TRAVELOGUE. AND NO, I DON'T LIKE HIM BECAUSE OF THE MENTAL ISSUES. HE WRITES ACCESSIBLE POEMS THAT FUCK WITH YOUR HEAD BUT OPEN UP THEIR LITTLE FLOWERS OF COMPASSION. HE'S PRESENT IN THE WORK. UNLIKE YOUR TYPICAL ASSHOLE ASPERGER'S INTELLECTUAL TRYING TO MAKE YOU BEG FOR SOMETHING THAT HE CAN'T EVEN GIVE YOU IN HIS BOOKS. A TEN.


New Poetry from Dos Madres Press
MY MINOTAUR
Keith Holyoak
$17 | paper | 161 pp.
Dos Madres Press
ISBN: 9781933675480

Poetry. Illustrations by Jim Holyoak. In this debut volume of selected poems, Keith Holyoak explores the borderlands where dualities run together—life and death, despair and hope, man and woman, reason and passion, human and animal, reality and dream. His poetic voice is juxtaposed with the surrealistic artistic visions of Jim Holyoak, Keith's son. MY MINOTAUR creates an extra imagination space between the dualities of father and son, word and image. LINK→

I LOVE MINOTAURS. TAUROMACHY RULES. A TEN.

New Poetry from United Artists Books
THE IMPERFECT
George Tysh
$14 | paper | 96 pp.
United Artists Books
ISBN: 9780935992335

Poetry. "Somewhere between taking stock and stocking up these words impinge. Caught up once more in the eternal return of What can be said? What not? The scalar groove of all that? Restless, this troubling beauty of the still unfinished"—Clark Coolidge. "The nine-line poems, the four-line poems, the three-line poems—though all of them sparkle, it is not for his mastery of form that we value George Tysh's poetry. Rather we do so in response to his empathy, almost the simple pulse of a muscle, the 'dictum to rectum' effect he writes of in a lovely poem. He knows as much about the way things look as he does about the needs that went into their making and abeyance. The poems of THE IMPERFECT are written in Detroit, a 'motor city' outside of which 'methyl walls perspire' and 'black men and white men/ walk the streets'—yet they insinuate themselves into the brains of the feeling everywhere around the earth. I'm a sucker for this sort of thing. It's like Grace Jones used to say, George Tysh isn't perfect, but he's perfect for me"—Kevin Killian. LINK→

GEORGE AND CHRIS TYSH HAVE ALWAYS BEEN INTERESTING WRITERS AND SEVERELY UNDERREAD. A TEN.


New Poetry from Three Candles Press
RUTHLESS
Jeff Mock
$13.95 | paper | 92 pp.
Three Candles Press
ISBN: 9780977089277

Poetry. RUTHLESS, Jeff Mock's first collection, was chosen by Deborah Keenan as the winner of the Three Candles Press Open Book Award, and for good reason: it is a tour de force of style and substance. Through Mock's darkly comic "what if" verse, we are given escapades of a risen Lazarus, adventures of The Brothers Grimm in Hollywood, and self-portraits ranging from a noxious weed to Miss America. His poems are unsparing and brutal, yet deftly written, humorous, and in the end, they offer slices of life from the full range of human experience. Mock's is a book of dreams and vignettes, danger and passion, self-aggrandizement and -deprecation. "Life is good," Mock writes in "Self Portrait Running With Scissors." Yes, it is good; we know it is. As Alan Michael Parker writes, it is "A book of splendid insurrections—of rebellion and revivification—Jeff Mock's Ruthless haunts us gleefully, with poems that read on even when the lights are off." It is a book of satisfying rewards. LINK→

THIS SOUNDS DISHY AND THE ONLY BOOK HERE THAT SOUNDS LIKE IT MIGHT BE ACCESSIBLE ENOUGH TO BE REVIEWED IN PLACES LIKE VANITY FAIR AND PEOPLE MAGAZINE. I MEAN IF THE AUTHOR LIKES MONEY. IF HE PREFERS VERSE CRED, HE WILL PROBABLY NOT CARE. MAYBE IT'S GOOFY. BUT IT SOUNDS LIKE A CUTE, FUN BOOK. TEN.


New Anthology from WriteGirl Publications
SILHOUETTE: BOLD LINES & VOICES FROM WRITEGIRL
Keren Taylor, Ed.
$19.95 | paper | 274 pp.
WriteGirl Publications
ISBN: 9780974125183

Literary Anthology. Young Adult. Fiction. Nonfiction. Poetry. Edited by Karen Taylor. SILHOUETTE: BOLD LINES & VOICES FROM WRITEGIRL, the eighth anthology from WriteGirl, captures the unique perspectives of women and girls writing about love, fear, relationships, school, accordions, foreign countries, Los Angeles, pastrami and the world around us. SILHOUETTE celebrates the voices of teens from more than 60 different Los Angeles high schools, and women writers from top newspapers, entertainment companies and publishers. Writing advice throughout the book and an entire chapter with a variety of writing experiments will help you develop and share your own bold voice. "Of all the marvelous things women bring to the table of civilization—patience, love, warmth, food—our voices are the most important. WriteGirl is essential to helping our young women know how important their thoughts and feelings, not just their looks and bodies, are. Right on, girls—WriteGirl!"—Nikki Giovanni. "WriteGirl is one of the most inspirational, innovative, charming projects gracing the contemporary literary scene. And SILHOUETTE is one of its finer manifestations. These girls really CAN write!"—Carolyn See. LINK→

THIS BOOK WAS CLEARLY NOT WRITTEN FOR ME, BUT I BET THE PEOPLE IT WAS WRITTEN FOR LOVE IT. IT SOUNDS LIKE A BOOK THAT WILL GET A WIDE, DESERVED AUDIENCE. NOT APPLICABLE FOR ME TO RATE IT.


New Cookbook from AK Press
ANOTHER DINNER IS POSSIBLE: RECIPES FOR FOOD AND THOUGHT
Mike and Isy
$21.95 | paper | 256 pp.
AK Press
ISBN: 9781904859994

Nonfiction. Cooking. ANOTHER DINNER IS POSSIBLE is more than just a vegan cookbook-it's a guide to developing a healthier relationship with the food we eat. The emphasis is on innovative simplicity: these recipes use easy-to-find and easy-to-prepare ingredients combined in unexpected ways. All the basics of everyday cooking are included for those just starting out in the kitchen (with detailed instructions and essential tips on everything from sharpening knives to choosing the right variety of potato), but even more seasoned chefs will find a surprising number of must-try recipes for original concoctions and vegan versions of old favorites. LINK→

I'M NOT "THAT WAY" BUT I HAVE TO ADMIT IT PIQUES THE CURIOSITY. A SIX.


New Graphic Novel from Blaft Publications
MOONWARD
Appupen
$17.95 | paper | 268 pp.
Blaft Publications
ISBN: 9788190605670

Fiction. Graphic Novel. South Asia Studies. Primordial Halahala is at war. In a last-ditch attempt to stop the bloodshed, the wise and ancient Tortle draws the outline of a new creature into a rock—thus ushering in a strange dystopian world of weeping trees, robotic birds, and cities grown from seeds. LINK→

I DIG GRAPHIC NOVELS. TEN.


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