Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Who Rocks the Rock?

Last night I met up with Captain S & Lila at Minca Ramen Factory, then we walked over to the Mercury Lounge. En route to the Lounge, Lila & I stopped at a bodega to pick up some ginger tea. It was thick & medicinal smelling & it had pine nuts in it.

We stood in front of the venue drinking ginger tea with the wind whipping in our faces. I ran into Euni, who I almost exclusively run into only on the same three block stretch of Houston, unless I run into her at one of her sister's readings. After I chewed my last pine nut & swallowed the last of the liquid we proceeded indoors to catch Wavves.

The crowd was rather silent & dull, but Wavves brought the rock. Captain S mentioned that she suspected that the show they played in BK had a much better audience. I began thinking of bands that I have seen both in BK & NYC (Enon, Blonde Redhead, Asobi Seksu, Mono) & have to agree with S that the Brooklyn shows/crowds were so much better than the NYC shows. Have you noticed the same thing? What gives?

Monday, March 30, 2009

In Case You Didn't Know

Lawrence Ferlinghetti turned 90 yesterday. There are three poets that made me want to be a poet and not just a reader of poetry. Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Pablo Neruda, and Walt Whitman. Then E.E. Cummings, William Carlos Williams, and Gertrude Stein came along and challenged what I thought about poetry. The rest has yet to rest as I keep on writing.

Happy Birthday L.F!

Sunday, March 29, 2009

If We Collect All The Missing Hours

This morning I heard the sound of a text. I keep my phone on my window ledge so it is within arm's reach. But thanks to L.S., for the last two nights I have been sleeping on the opposite end of my bed. (I've been sleeping better!) She informed me that my feet shouldn't face the door so now they face my window ledge. I was unable to pick up the phone with my feet. So I fell back asleep. When I woke up I showered. On the way back to my room I had grapefruit juice in one had and french press in the other. I remembered my phone. I checked my phone. A text about consuming coconut toast. What do you know about coconut toast? Sounds like a perfect Sunday something to me. Today I will eat coconut toast, I will read, I will watch the UNC game. What are you going to do with your Sunday? Can I suggest that you eat a grapefruit. I hear they are going to be the fruit of Summer- you look like just the sort that enjoys getting a head start. One your mark. Get. Ready. Yes. Now. Peel. Eat.

Perhaps you want something to read while you eat? How about the new issue of Handsome? It's packed with buddies like Mathias Svalina, Raun Klassnik, Kate Greenstreet, Sommer Browning, and so many more.
there's the new ish of Sixth Finch which is straight heat.
to round out your reading there's the new ish of Cortland Review and you can decide how much you love or hate the Dickmans or if you're like me you'll bypass all that hoopla and go straight to Carl Adamshick's poem. I used to work with Carl's brother back in my Pdx days. Carl is a cool guy and a legit poet. I was happy have a glass of grapefruit juice, the scent of french press, a text about coconut toast, and an Adamshick poem to start my Sunday.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

A Week In What's Good

David Lehman Reading at Stella Adler Studio
The Stella Adler Studio of Acting and The Harold Clurman Poetry Reading Series present David Lehman.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009
@ The Stella Adler Studio of Acting
31 W. 27th St., 3rd Fl.
New York, NY 10001
(212)689-0087, ext. 27

David Lehman was educated at Columbia University and spent two years in England as a Kellett Fellow at Cambridge University. His books of poetry include Yeshiva Boys (Fall 2009), When a Woman Loves a Man (2005), The Evening Sun (2002), and The Daily Mirror (2000), all from Scribner. Lehman has edited The Oxford Book of American Poetry (Oxford University Press, 2006), The Best American Erotic Poems (Scribner, 2008), and Great American Prose Poems (Scribner, 2003), among other collections. He has written six nonfiction books, most recently A Fine Romance: Jewish Songwriters, American Songs (Nextbook /Schocken, 2009). His other prose books include The Last Avant-Garde: The Making of the New York School of Poets (Doubleday Anchor), Signs of the Times: Deconstruction and the Fall of Paul de Man (Simon and Schuster), and The Perfect Murder (University of Michigan Press). He has received fellowships and awards from the Guggenheim Foundation and the National Endowment for the Arts as well as an Award in literature from the American Academy of Arts and Letters. He has taught in the graduate writing program of the New School in New York City since the program's inception in 1996. He initiated The Best American Poetry series in 1988.
On Thursday April 2nd, at 730PM, The Agriculture Reader will make its official NYC debut with a reading and launch party at the Stainbar of Brooklyn. Jeremy and I will proudly present four readers, who will thrill you, for just long enough but not for too long. Those readers will be Justin Marks, Sharon Mesmer, Mike McDonough and Mark Doten. Copies of the magazine will be sold at a discount. Life will be good. Stainbar is located at 766 Grand street. You get there by taking the L train to the Grand street stop. For a map, you can consult the event's Time Out New York listing-

Also, you may wish to know--if you don't already--that The Agriculture Reader now has a web presence. http:.//theagreader.com/
Pete's Candy Store/ April 3rd/7pm


Please join Multifarious Array for a reading featuring four stellar poets.

Steven Karl is the author of two chapbooks, Lovers' Last Go Around (Peptic Robot Press, 2005) and State(s) of Flux, a collaboration with the artist, Joseph Lappie (Peptic Robot Press, 2009). His poems have appeared in Barrow Street, No Tell Motel, Real Poetik, Sawbuck, Zoland Anthology of Poetry, and other fine journals. His essays and reviews have appeared in Teachers & Writers Magazine, Sink Review, Cold Front Magazine, and Galatea Resurrects.

Cindy Savett teaches poetry workshops at psychiatric institutions in the Philadelphia area to both acute short-term and residential patients. Her book, Child in the Road, was recently released. She is published in numerous print and on-line journals, including Margie, Heliotrope, LIT, The Marlboro Review, and Free Verse.

Carrie Olivia Adams serves as poetry editor for Black Ocean. Her poems and reviews have appeared in such journals as Backwards City Review, Cranky, DIAGRAM, Lilies and Cannonballs Review, and Verse. She is the author of the chapbook, A Useless Window, and her first full-length collection of poems, Intervening Absence, available from Ahsahta Press.

Joshua Harmon is the author of Quinnehtukqut, a novel, and Scape, a collection of poems. His fiction, poems, and essays have appeared in many journals, including Antioch Review, Denver Quarterly, Iowa Review, and Verse. He has received fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Rhode Island State Council on the Arts, and the Dutchess County Arts Council.
"yardmeter editions presents: Farrah Field, Jon Pack & Mathias Svalina" on Friday, April 3 at 7:30pm.

Mathias says, "Hi! This will be the first of an ongoing series of events in Gowanus that are hosted by a wonderful artist Shelton Walsmith.

This one features photographer Jon Pack, poet Farrah Field, me. Fun times! Free wine!

Event: yardmeter editions presents: Farrah Field, Jon Pack & Mathias Svalina
"photography show & poetry reading"
What: Opening
Host: yardmeter editions
Start Time: Friday, April 3 at 7:30pm
End Time: Friday, April 3 at 9:00pm
Where: yardmeter studio

Thursday, March 26, 2009

I Didn't Know The Word But Once I Saw The Image Then I Knew I Knew The Word

I know Dauschhund, but did not know that I knew Doxen.

Also, Matthew Zapruder talks about the role of reviewing poetry here.

Today, I have not eaten a grapefruit or an orange. Just yogurt, honey, granola, and mac & cheese which I made for lunch. I am sleepy. But I should be going. To work.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

To Do Just This

Thanks to Captain S for posting this link on her blog to these photos in Seed.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

& what to do with these found hours?

Dear Grapefruit,

I'm sorry & I'm not sorry.  I was seduced.  I enjoyed being seduced.  The being. Yes. The seduction. Oh yes!  It's just that they were everywhere.  Oranges.  They showed up on blogs, on TV, in the film of my life that is playing inside of my head, & finally on the street.  I heard a whisper.  I stopped.  I stared. I stared long & hard & then longingly.  The man. He gave me a bag. So what could I do.  8 for $2.  Chinatown cheap.  That night my roommate & I stood around peeling & mouthing & swallowing.  It's true grapefruit.  I left the house today with $8.  I was going back for more.  I wanted to juice them.  To drain them & discard them. To look in my trashcan & see it filled with lifeless oranges.  Really it was all for you, I think.  But the orange guy wasn't on the corner.  So I did what I should have done.  I bought two grapefruit.  I named them grape and fruit.  I think grape had something to say, but the throat is deaf.  I'll be nicer next time my loves I promise.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Prune juice- live a little

There are so many readings this week. I'll prolly only make it to my friend tim's and the earshot one on Friday- but here's the list of what's going down this week:

Event: Joshua Beckman & Elena Karina Byrne!
"This Monday @ KGB"
What: Listening Party
Host: KGB Poetry
Start Time: Monday, March 23 at 7:30pm
End Time: Monday, March 23 at 9:00pm
Where: KGB Bar

Tuesday, March 24 2009
Field Magazine 40th Anniversary Reading

An evening to celebrate the famed magazine published by
Oberlin College, featuring Martha Collins, Angie Estes, Cathy Park Hong, Carol Moldaw, Charles Simic, Jean Valentine, and Jonah Winter, with editor David Young
Co-sponsored by The New School Graduate Writing Program

The New School
Wollman Auditorium
66 West 12th Street
Free | www.poetrysociety.org | rob@poetrysociety.org | 212-254-9628
Subway: 1/2/3 to 14th Street, or F/L/V to 6th Avenue/14th Street, or L/N/Q/R/W/4/5/6 to Union Square

I'm (CA) reading next week in NYC and hope you can make it! It's part of the READINGS AT CHRYSTIE STREET RIDE AGAIN SERIES hosted by the amazing Lauren Ireland!

saddle up:


Hello lovely and local writers, artists, and friends,

I (Tim) am reading from my novel-in-progress this coming Wednesday, March 25, at Bar on A as part of the Guerrilla Lit Reading Series. Also on the program are Susan Buttenwieser and Sam J. Miller, both of whom seem radical in every sense imaginable. You can read up on them and the series here: http://guerrillalit.wordpress.com/ Bring your friends, Romans, and good country people. The reading starts at 7:30 and is free.

Bar On A (or "Barona," nobody seems to know) is in the East Village, at 170 Avenue A, between 11th and 12th. The nearest train is the L (1st Ave); Essex St (F, V, J, M, Z) and Union Square (N, Q, R, W, 4, 5, 6, and L) will get you there in a 10-15 minute walk.
Dear spring chickens,

Just a small reminder that March is Small Press Month and EARSHOT's got your small press fix! Both readings this month are official SPM events, and the next one is on Friday, March 27th at 8 PM! As usual, you can find us at ROSE LIVE MUSIC, on 345 Grand Street in Williamsburg, Brooklyn!

Our two small press superstars will be AMY LEMMON, author of Saint Nobody and representing Red Hen Press, and DOROTHEA LASKY from Wave Books, author of the acclaimed collection Awe! Three MFA readers will round out the evening in spectacular fashion, including Tanya Rey of short fiction-collective One Story!

Admission is a paltry $5, which scores you a free drink! Don't miss it!

For the entire Small Press Month event calendar, visit http://smallpressmonth.org.
please indulge us with your presence...



Saturday, March 28th @ 4 PM
Cake Shop
152 Ludlow Street
New York City
Free and open to the public

TED MATHYS is the author of The Spoils, forthcoming in April from
Coffee House Press, and Forge (Coffee House, 2005). A recipient of
fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts and the New York
Foundation for the Arts, his poems have appeared in American Poetry
Review, BOMB, Conjunctions, Fence, Jubilat, LIT, Verse, and elsewhere.
Originally from Ohio, he has lived and worked in Hong Kong, Berlin,
and New York and currently studies international environmental policy
in Boston.

CHRISTOPHER LOUVET's poems have appeared in Best New Poets 2008,
McSweeney’s Internet Tendency, and elsewhere. He lives in Miami Beach
and manages information systems in Washington, DC. Find him at

CHRISTOPHER R. BEHA is an assistant editor at Harper's Magazine. His
essays and reviews have appeared in the New York Times Book Review,
The Believer, Tin House, Bookforum, and elsewhere. He is the author of
a memoir, The Whole Five Feet, and the co-editor, with Joyce Carol
Oates, of the Ecco Anthology of Contemporary American Short Fiction.

"There was no one in him; behind his face (which even through the bad
paintings of those times resembles no other) and his words, which were
copious, fantastic and stormy, there was only a bit of coldness, a
dream dreamt by no one." -????

Know where this quote comes from? Come to the Cake Shop on the 28th
and find out.

The Enclave is a writers’ collective based out of New York City that
aims to present the newest writing on the cutting edge to the public.
We host monthly readings at Cake Shop in the Lower East Side. For more
information on this reading and other upcoming Enclave events goto:

Saturday, March 21, 2009

We Built This City On

I have a poem in the newest ish of Boog City. It also features poems by Emily Kendal Frey, Heather Green, and Ken Rumble. There are reviews of Stephanie Gray and Tisa Bryant's books by Wanda Phipps and Tim Peterson. Boog City is FREE & you can pick up a copy at St. Mark's Bookstore.

If We Could Collect All The Missing Hours

Today I looked out my window. I live on the 5th floor in Chinatown. I held an espresso in my hand. The sun lit up the tops of two trees. On the street I saw people in coats still wearing hoods. Second day of Spring. I can not decipher the weather. The air is not filled in bird song. I sip my drink and begin to think about an email. From a girl I knew back in highschool. We exchanged Frank O'hara-ish emails, "I do this, I did that, I went here, I am here." A condensing of over a decade. Cool. Then she asks if I'm happy. Something in my mouth didn't taste right. I twirled my tongue. I ignored the question. Today in the shower I noticed my thighs are getting bigger. That I need to shave. That I need to address the idea of happiness.

I was raised in a religious household. It had its "cultish tendencies." There was a lot of talk about Jesus. Ultimate teacher, etc. My father and his boys were always hawking on the point where J.C. is asked a question and replies with a question. I do love me a good rhetorical strategy, but for the most part this seemed more like avoidance than intelligence. It has always felt to me a perfect politician move. But then again I tend to think of deities and politicians of the same vein (vain?) but I am aware a majority disagrees with me. So here we are splitting the hair of a strand which already is a split end. Nonetheless. The day is still without song bird sounds. And there's this question of happiness. But before we get to that another digression. Yesterday while having dinner with a friend I was informed that no one would describe me as "happy-go-lucky." I winced. I faltered. The ego that wants all was disappointed. But she was right. And I should have been happy. We have a friend who we both would describe as h-g-l. He is not she; he is not I. We like him as him because he is he.

Here's the thing. This would be perfect with a accompaniment of birds. Perfect with grapefruit juice and clean light. Language lies. On the surface it can seduce. For a moment I was seduced. Last night I became seduced with h-g-l, today in the shower. Not so seduced. An act of cleansing. A rinsing of the ego. Soap. Lather. Rinse. Sing. Soap. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. How's your brain. A bit soggy. Let me ring it dry. Words are the recollection. The after. The putting into language what can not be expressed. The document after the moment has moved on. Or is still moving. And you are typing and translating its trail. Happy. Yes. Sad. Yes. Dialogue of the dialectical. To know happiness is something that can not be summarized in words. Language is made up of lies, the after, the need for preservation. The quest of, yet happiness is the is. This can only be seen. Felt. To know a known thing is to have experienced the knowing. I can not give you the answer you want because I will not enlist words to do the work they are incapable of doing. I will not use the J.C. method and ask you if you are happy or to define happiness. No thanks. I'll leave that for someone who is seeking an unreliable narrator. What I can say is that it is Saturday. There are no birds in the sky but a plenitude of sun which shines on branches which contain buds. The buds will be leaves. These leaves will be green. Music will come. Music will go. And somewhere at some point in time I will be eating grapefruit. I like to share.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

& what to do with these found hours?

It's not that I'm anxious so much as it is that there is just an inner need to find a new fruit. This picture is misleading. I am not eating a grapefruit right now, but I am drinking its juice. Always back to the juice. The juice taste good. I couldn't stop drinking the juice, but I also couldn't keep my swallowing up. Therefore. I choked. I survived. I am no longer choking. The other day, I ate a grapefruit. It felt good to have it flesh and guts all around my mouth. To see its peels piled on the plate like lost out lovers. Intimacy. You know what I mean? Today feels like intimacy. A day where the light is clear and clean and you want to lick it. The way it streams into windows, shines asphalt, reflects off of bikes. Today is a day where you want to hold another hand in yours. Have lips pressed again yours. Have someone touch you where you haven't been kissed or touched. Have all that inside stuff go electric. Today may not be these things, but it's the sort of day where a guy can drink grapefruit juice to the point of choking and then daydream of living a life other while walking aimlessly around the city alone.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

This Week's Top Mic Rawkers

Friday, March 20 2009
The Multifarious Array

Tony Mancus, Myronn Hardy & Jess Mynes
Hosted by Sommer Browning

Pete's Candy Store
709 Lorimer Street, Williamsburg, Brooklyn
Free | www.petescandystore.com | sommerbrowning@hotmail.com | 718-302-3770
Subway: L to Lorimer, G to Metropolitan

Saturday, March 21, 2009
7:30pm - 10:30pm
erika's loft
South Brooklyn, NY

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

Amy King is the author of I'm the Man Who Loves You and Antidotes for an Alibi, and forthcoming, Slaves to Do These Things (Blazevox Books). For information on the reading series Amy co-curates, please visit The Stain of Poetry: A Reading Series (http://stainofpoetry.wordpress.com/) or visit her at www.amyking.org.

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

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

Email for the address.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

If We Could Collect All The Missing Hours

Here's the thing. A challenge. The efficiency of two hours. I am at the least the most inefficient. Instead of rising to the challenge, I've been side-stepping. Reading blogs. Niina thinks readings are killing her. Maybe that's why she didn't post the reading she curates on her blog. I forgot about her reading. Dan called on Saturday to confirm my attendance at said series. I was honest. I said, Dan, dude, totally forgot about it. I made late lunch plans. No way I find myself in Bushwick by 4 o'clock. I will call Dan to see if he attended. To see if Niina was alive or a corspe. I'm curious that way.

I read Farrah's blog & became nostalgic for a bridge that I've never felt nostalgic for. The new new sincere. I will not thank Farrah for this. Vulnerability was not on my Sunday list. I make lists. My roommate makes lists. Sometimes we have plans with each other & we find each other & our plans on our separate lists. This continues to amuse me. We were on each other's lists last night, but then took each other off & replaced each other with other others. I hope she had a nice night.

I read Molly's blog. There's a picture. There are lots of pictures. But the picture in my mind (as it is in my mind since I am not looking at the picture at the particular minute in time) is of an aisle. & what is unpictured but captioned is her indecision. I think. If I was in Philly. I'd pick out some tea for her. Just like that. She'd have a basket of teas. But that means that if she's in New York she would have to help me decide on how to spend my money on things I don't want to spend my money on. This is the list thus far: laundry, dry-cleaning, shampoo, conditioner, soap. I'd rather spend that money on books, food, drinks, company. This is feeling like a math problem. I should add extra information to confuse you. I've always suspected that only I was confused by this extra information. I was horrible at math. I didn't understand the material. This made my mother angry. She was angry because she didn't understand the material, which made her feel embarrassed. But I was little & didn't know that she was embarrassed. I just thought she was impatient & mean. Sometimes I think about psychic scars. For some it was not being white enough or Black enough, or being Latino/a or Asian but only speaking English, or having acne, or being too skinny, or too fat, or too ugly, or too cute, or not popular enough, or too popular, but for all the wrong reasons which is usually how popularity works. I have had some of these problems, but today is Sunday & I don't care about any of these things. Today I will die.

Mariya & I made a wager. To see which one of us would spend the next two hours efficiently. She had to finish her work. I had to finish a novel. I have not finished the novel. Which means failure is explicit. Which means she gets to feed me to the crocodiles in the East River. I'm taller than Mariya & I hope that if I tower over her she will feel sorry or scared of me. Mariya may not feel sorry for me. Mariya may quite enjoy watching me being devoured by crocodiles. We all have our kicks. Yesterday. I saw my roommate eat a grapefruit. I've been enjoying grapefruit juice. Today I will buy a grapefruit. I am ready for it. Then I will go see Mariya. I will buy a grapefruit for her as well. Even in death one must be a gentleman.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

& what to do with these found hours?

9:20. It seemed an acceptable hour. To be awake. But then I thought, well it's Saturday. Why be awake? Why rush into this thing of waking? Then I began to feel odd about thinking I had awakened at a decent time. Maybe for a Monday. 9:29. What to do? I'm out of yogurt & granola. Should I make avocado toast? Doesn't sound good. & what about coffee? French press or espresso? I'm awake because I was dreaming about eating. Then I thought. I could wake up and just eat. 9:31. I'm not sure I'm hungry. I think I'd like to think that I am hungry. Afterall, it's why I'm awake. So if I'm not hungry, it seems a dumb thing to be awake on a Saturday at 9:33 am. My friend has a concert tonight. She's prolly sleeping. Right now. Another friend is filming today. She's prolly stressed right now. Another friend, I bet he hasn't even been in bed for 4 hours yet. I look out the window. I can't tell the weather. I stick my tongue out. That was stupid. I can't taste the weather either.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

If We Could Collect All The Missing Hours

I have been thinking. A lot about green. Maybe it was the nice Saturday. Piqued an anticipation. Which proved too soon. Still. Green is on my mind. Hunger was also on my mind. I decided to make a decision. To combine two thoughts. I haven't been eating enough green. ( I felt strangely CA Conradish). I made a garden burger. I toasted multi-grain bread. I spread a generous amount of an extremely ripe avocado onto the toast. I lightly coated the other piece of toast with bbq sauce, then covered it with a bed of arugula. I ate this quickly. I must have been hungry. I washed it down with grapefruit juice. I couldn't remember if I liked grapefruit juice when I bought the juice. The color was inviting. I put it in my basket. I opened the juice today. I had two glasses of it after eating my lunch. I feel a little bit better.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Reasons To Leave Your Apartment

Turnstyle Reading Series

Nicole Cooley, Kathryn Harrison and others
Start Time: Thursday, March 12 at 6:30pm
End Time: Thursday, March 12 at 8:30pm
Where: The Graduate Center, CUNY
Dearest friends,

March is Small Press Month and EARSHOT's got your small press fix! Both readings this month are official SPM events, the first on Friday, March 13th at 8 PM! As usual, you can find us at ROSE LIVE MUSIC, on 345 Grand Street in Williamsburg, Brooklyn!

Our two small press superstars will be IDRA NOVEY, author of The Next Country and representing Alice James Books, and TARA L. MASIH from Rose Metal Press, editor of the forthcoming book, The Rose Metal Press Field Guide to Writing Flash Fiction! Three MFA readers will round out the evening in spectacular fashion.

Admission is a paltry $5, which scores you a free drink! Don't miss it!

For the entire Small Press Month event calendar, visit http://smallpressmonth.org

WHEN: Sunday, March 15th from 4:40 to 6 pm

WHERE: 440 Gallery, 440 6th Ave. at 9th St., F to 7th Ave., Park Slope, Brooklyn

CONTACT: Brooke Shaffner at brshaffner@hotmail.com

Admission Free


Patrick Rosal is the author of two full-length poetry collections, Uprock Headspin Scramble and Dive, which won the Members' Choice Award from the Asian American Writers' Workshop, and most recently My American Kundiman, which won the Association of Asian American Studies 2006 Book Award in Poetry as well as the 2007 Global Filipino Literary Award. His poems and essays have been published widely in journals and anthologies including Harvard Review, Literary Review, Brevity, Columbia, Language for a New Century and the Beacon Best. His work has been honored by the annual Allen Ginsberg Awards, the James Hearst Poetry Prize, the Arts and Letters Prize, and Best of the Net among others. He has served as visiting writer at Penn State Altoona, Centre College, and the University of Texas, Austin. He taught creative writing for many years at Bloomfield College and twice served on the faculty of Kundiman’s Summer Retreat for Asian American Poets.

Ryan Berg, a graduate of The New School, received an MFA in Creative Nonfiction from Hunter College in 2008. There he was a Hertog and Nita Koblin Fellow. Last summer Ryan was a recipient of a MacDowell Colony artist residency. He is currently working on a memoir about the two years he spent as a group home caseworker for GLBT youth in New York City, the first chapter of which appeared in Ploughshares.

Sarah Gambito is the author of the poetry collections Delivered (Persea Books) and Matadora (Alice James Books). Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Iowa Review, The Antioch Review, Denver Quarterly, The New Republic, Field, Quarterly West, Fence and other journals. Her honors include the Barnes & Noble Writers for Writers Award from Poets and Writers and grants and fellowships from The New York Foundation for the Arts, Urban Artists Initiative and The MacDowell Colony. She is Assistant Professor of English and Director of Creative Writing at Fordham University. Together with Joseph O. Legaspi, she co-founded Kundiman, a non-profit organization serving Asian American poets.

Ellen Kahn’s work has been exhibited extensively throughout the United States and abroad. Her most recent solo exhibitions were at Graficas Gallery, Nantucket, MA, and Metaphor Contemporary Art, Brooklyn, NY. She has been in many group exhibitions, including Von Lintel Gallery, New York City; National Library of Argentina, Buenos Aires; Centro Cultural San Angel, Mexico City; Museo Regional de Michoancan, Morelia, Mexico; Kentler International Drawing Space, Brooklyn, NY; and The Drawing Center, New York City. She was awarded residencies at the Fundacion Valparaiso, Vermont Studio Center, and the Millay Colony for the Arts. Kahn studied at Carnegie Mellon University and received her BFA from the Boston Museum School and her MFA from the University of Pennsylvania.

About 440 Gallery: Park Slope’s only artist-run gallery, a jewel box space offering an alternative venue for Brooklyn artists. 440 Gallery seeks to present surprising, unexpected art to the community through exhibitions, talks, readings and events centered around direct contact with the artist. Open Thursdays and Fridays from 4-7 pm, and Saturdays and Sundays from 12-6 pm, or by appointment.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Three Sideways

Shimon Adaf
Christian Barter
Heather Christle Joshua Cohen
Julia Cohen
Dennis Cooper
Mark Edmund Doten
Will Edmiston
Elaine Equi
Christian Hawkey
Robert Hershon
Jen Hyde
Noelle Kocot
Justin Marks
Anthony McCann
Mike McDonough
Sharon Mesmer
Eileen Myles
Peter Orner
Joey Parlett
Stephen Priest
Ariana Reines
Jerome Sala
Tony Towle
Diane Williams
Rebecca Wolff
Matvei Yankelevich
Matthew Zapruder
Agriculture Reader
Lana Turner A Journal of Poetry and Opinion

  • Alain Badiou on Wagner and Adorno
  • Joshua Clover on Music, Capitalism, and Flu
  • Barbara Guest on Machado de Asis
  • Andrew Joron on Barbara Guest
  • Gopal Balakrishnan on Zizek and Lacan
  • David Lau on Cole Swensen and Other Poets
  • Poetry by Cesar Aira, Sargon Boulus, Karen Garthe, Brenda Hillman, Timothy Donnelly, Jorie Graham, Annah Sobelman, Geoffrey G. O'Brien, Rusty Morrison, Srikanth Reddy, Juliana Spahr, Martha Ronk, Cathy Park Hong, Ewa Chrusciel, Kiwao Nomura, and still others

  • Brief Reviews by Cole Swensen, Joel Brouwer, Molly Bendall, Srikanth Reddy, Monica de la Torre, Calvin Bedient, and Andrea Quaid

Tantalum Journal


Rosmarie Waldrop, Eileen Myles, Lewis Warsh, Elena Guro,(Matvei Yankelevich, Translator), Stacey Levine, Paul La Farge, Donald Breckenridge, Dorothy Albertini, Jeremy Hoevenaar, Mina Pam Dick, Jibade-Khalil Huffman, Cynthia Nelson, Filip Marinovic, and Johannah Rogers.

Editor Yasmine Alwan
Associate Editor Cynthia Nelson
Cover Drawing by Sue Havens
Cover Design by Anna Spool


If you live in NYC you can purchase Tantalum at McNally Jackson. & you can find Lana Turner at St. Mark's Book Store. I haven't read the Ag Reader yet, but you can purchase it online or at their release party April 2nd at Stain Bar. Also check out Ben Mirov's blog here for three more journals.

Monday, March 9, 2009

& what to do with these found hours?

the new ish of Euphony is up. i have a poem in it. you can download the pdf here.

If We Could Collect All The Missing Hours

I woke up this morning with a stomach ache. This is unfortunate. I ate at Barrio Chino last night. I didn't drink too much. Barrio Chino has never given me a stomach ache. Therefore, it is my belief that last night's meal & this morning's stomach ache are unrelated. But I thought of a friend. A friend who was traveling. A friend who ate fish & chips & became violently ill. I thought of a student. A student who never heard of fish sticks. I am glad I ate no fish or fish-like products last night. Saturday night I ate skate.

The stomach thing is unfortunate. Because I bought new coffee beans. Medium body & light. Seemed a perfect seasonal shift. My new beans smell like beauty. Do you want to smell my beans? You will want to drink coffee. I don't mind if you drink coffee with me.

I should be reading poetry. I should be crafting reviews. Instead. I'm reading a novel. American Genius, A Comedy. I have not laughed. Over the weekend I learned that there are four distinct laughs. I will read until I experience one of these laughs. Then I will shower. If you see me & I smell of musk. It means I have not experienced one of four laughs & therefore, have not showered. Make me laugh. So I smell like a new body. Fresh. Seasonal. Yes. Like. That.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Here comes the sun or so some say

I went to bed around 2 or so, yet woke up at 6:32. I could not fall back to sleep. I watched Battle Star Galactica. I read. I somehow made weak french press & did my dishes. I went to eat yogurt but found out I am out of granola. I thought I just bought granola. I have not eaten. I have not gone back to sleep. I fretted over losing my fourth class, which is the only class I was looking forward to. Spent hours crafting the perfect syllabus & making a packet containing poems by Gingsberg and Reyes, as well as, short stories by Barthelme, Wong & Borges. I will read my packet and pretend I am teaching. No I will shower, do laundry, clean my room, buy tickets for the Crystal Stilts show (assuming it is not sold-out) and walk to St. Mark's Bookstore. Or maybe I'll fall back asleep and dream of doing all of these things, or,,,

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Reminder, Tonight, This

This film is playing tonight at IFC-- both the 7:45 & 9:45 screenings will have the director and Cornel West. Tixs for the 7:45 are still available at the box office only, and 9:45 at the box office, as well as, online. I saw Cornel West speak a long time ago at Reed College. It's definitely worth the inevitable line you'll stand in tonight. If you can't make it tonight it the movie will start playing tomorrow over at Cinema Village.

If philosophy isn't your thang then check out Justin Taylor tonight at Teachers & Writers (see yesterday's post) & I hope to see everyone I know tomorrow at Dan and Raun's reading (Pete's Candy-see yesterday's post).

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Pound Gets The Heat(on) Treatment & This Week's Mic Rawkers

Sorry I can't find a bigger image. Read about it here. I'm going to see it on the 11th. Come.
Teachers & Writers Collaborative
cordially invites you to
a reading with
Andrew Porter, author of the short story collection
The Theory of Light and Matter, recipient of the
2007 Flannery O'Connor Award in Short Fiction

Justin Taylor, poet, writer, and editor of
The Apocalypse Reader and Come Back, Donald Barthelme,
honorable mention in Best American Essays 2007 for
"Fort Smith, Arkansas-A Monologue"


Ben Blum, first-year MFA candidate in fiction,
New York University, and 2008-2009
New York Times Fellow

Wednesday, March 4, 2009
7:00 PM - doors open
7:15 PM - program
at Teachers & Writers Collaborative

Queries: 212-691-6590 or events@twc.org
Directions to T&W at 520 Eighth Avenue on the 20th floor, between 36th & 37th, via subway:
  • Take the A, C, or E train to 34th Street-Penn Station and Eighth Avenue or to Times Square
  • Take the 1, 2, or 3 train to 34th Street-Penn Station and Seventh Avenue or to Times Square
  • Take the N, Q, R, or W train to 34th Street-Herald Square and Sixth Avenue or to Times Square
  • Take the B, D, F, or V train to 34th Street-Herald Square and Sixth Avenue
  • Take the 4 or 5 train to 59th Street and transfer to a downtown F, N, R, or W train, or take the 7 train or Shuttle from Grand Central to Times Square
  • Take the 6 train to 51st Street and transfer to a downtown E or V train, or take the 7 train or Shuttle from Grand Central to Times Square

I'll definitely be at this reading!

March 6 – John Ebersole, Rauan Klassnik, Dan Magers & Sara Michas-Martin

Pete's Candy Store: 709 lorimer street - williamsburg, Brooklyn - 11211

John Ebersole teaches at Temple University. His most recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in Western Humanities Review, Octopus Magazine, and Bateau.

Rauan Klassnik was born in South Africa and now lives in Mexico. His first book, Holy Land, was released from Black Ocean in 2008. His chapbook, Ringing, is forthcoming from Kitchen Press in early 2009 and a second chapbook, Dreaming, is due out in the summer from Scantily Clad Press. Rauan blogs actively at rauanklassnik.blogspot.com.

Dan Magers has poems published in the tiny and Red China Magazine, and his chapbook Exploitation Poems was published in 2007. He is a co-founder and editor of the online literary magazine Sink Review, and works in publishing. He lives in Brooklyn.

Sara Michas-Martin is a Former Wallace Stegner fellow and Jones Lecturer at Stanford. She recently joined the BFA low-residency faculty at Goddard College and lives in Brooklyn. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in APR, Bird Dog, Court Green, FIELD, Forklift, Ohio, and elsewhere.
Can't make it to this because I'm going to the previous reading but it definitely is tempting, except I'll see Amy King later in the month at Upstairs at Erika's

Dear Sexy Ass Poets-

Don\'t forget that this Friday, Amy King, Gary Parrish, Buck Downs and Todd Colby are reading poems at the Bowery Poetry Club from 5 to 6:15, come and start the weekend right with a few drinks and new poetry.

All poets, all people welcome.

More info at


I ain't gonna lie, I like being referred as a Sexy Ass Poet.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

For Your Day & Evening Pleasure(s)

I will not spend today attached to my computer- other than making my syllabi, I am going to step outside and treat the cold wind like an aggressive caress. Yes. Yogurt. Shower. Coffee. Out. The. Door. But you, on the other hand, should stay right where you are and read the new ish of SIR! featuring Chris Tonelli, Reb Livingston, Paul Siegell and many more.

You should then watch the latest installment of Home Video Review

The Home Video Review of Books is a (mostly) monthly online review
journal of poetry & lyric prose.

Reviews of

Maximum Gaga, Lara Glenum
Archicembalo, by GC Waldrep
This is Why I Hurt You, by Kate Greenstreet
Sing, Mongrel, by Claire Hero
From Here, by Zoe Skoulding & Images by Simonetta Moro
from Fifty Farms, by Jared Hayes
Sometimes My Heart Pushes My Ribs, by Ellen Kennedy
Rising, by Farrah Field
God, Sebastian, Amy, by Ana Bozicevic
The Match Array, by Heather Green
3 Movements, by Karla Kelsey
Take It, by Joshua Beckman
Hand Held Editions Series One: The Cloud Corporation, by Timothy
Donnelly; Nineains, by Ethan Paquin; & Three Poems, by Stefania Heim

Julia Cohen & Mathias Svalina

Staff Reviewers:
Zachary Schomburg, Daniela Gesundheit, Dan Goldman, Stephanie Sherman,
Ken Rumble, Jon Pack, Jayna Maleri, Mary Turnipseed, Elisabeth
Reinkordt, Alex Goldberg, Ben Schechter

To submit a book for review send review copies to:

c/o Julia Cohen & Mathias Svalina
505 62nd St, #C2
Brooklyn, NY 11220

and then go out and see Lyn Hejinian tonight:

Lyn Hejinian

Tuesday, March 3
(doors at 7PM)
@ Dixon Place
(161 Chrystie Street)
Admission is $6 at the Door.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Weekend Gone

I have to say that this weekend has been one primarily consisting of laziness combined with lack. I got off of work too late for the Stain reading on Friday. Later in the evening my phone had an unfortunate collision with floor.

I had a ton of stuff to do Saturday, yet all I accomplished was mailing off two manuscripts and a letter of recommendation for a former student. I had planned to attend either the Film Forum reading in BK or the Rohrer reading in Queens, but I did neither. Earlier in the day I went to the Enclave reading over at the Cake Shop. I saw Ben and Paige. They were the first human interactions I had that day. After I left the reading I went home. I sat in my room and watched waaay too much TV via the internet. I watched Heroes, I watched BSG, and I watched The Wire. I sipped scotch. I went to bed early.

I haven't seen anyone today (other than my roommate) but I did wait for almost in hour at Trader Joes. I read a bunch of blogs. I read Molly's short-story. I read some poems from an online journal. I felt bad that I had spent the weekend being "passive," that is watching and reading-- as opposed to writing. So I finally did some rewriting. & I sent off three submissions. I am going to drink some pommegranate green tea. I am going to check the basketball scores. I will read Dan's chapbook. I will go to bed early-ish (anytime before midnight is early). Tomorrow I wake up and spend the day doing.

From Midwest to Left

hello all~

some of you already know this, but sawbuck has relocated to beautiful northern california. luckily, this has had no effect on our schedule, or on our ability to publish some bad-ass poetry. so, here it is -- the first issue of our 3rd season, & the first of (hopefully) many coming to you from sacramento -- Sawbuck 3.1. go & here's what you'll find:

{changming yuan} {donald dunbar} {francis raven} {hugh behm-steinberg} {jason fraley}
{jehanne dubrow} {kazim ali} {kimberly ann southwick} {sally van doren} {susan elbe}

and there's a new ish of Wheelhouse up which includes these contributors:
In this issue: viral forms from Rachel Zolf, Rob Halpern, Amy King, Andrew Lundwall, Reb Livingston, Jeff Crouch, Matina Stamatakis, Steven Hendricks, Larissa Shmailo, Jac Jemc, Nico Vassilakis, Elisa Gabbert, Kathleen Rooney, Carol Novack, Joe Balaz, Elizabeth Kate Switaj, Stan Apps, Juliet Cook, Ana Bozicevic, Meghan McNealy, S. Jason Fraley, Patrick Carrington, Christina Marie Darling, Joy and Dubblex Leftow, Matthea Marquart, & Emily Holmes