Thanks for all the inquiries regarding State(s) of Flux. As soon as the page/buy link is up I'll post it on my blog.
But for now, how about you read Brooklyn Copeland's new chapbook? It's really good! You can read it here.
Know what else you can read? The new ish of Fou.
How about some Friday reading?
Zornoza (whose book I reviewed a while back on this blog) and Nicolle Elizabeth. Oh yes.
Dear darlings,
The new season of EARSHOT is well underway and we've got another fantastic evening in store for you on Friday, September 25th at ROSE LIVE MUSIC at 7:30 PM!
This time around, our excellent featured readers are SARAH SARAI (author of the new collection The Future Is Happy) and ANDREW ZORNOZA (author of Where I Stay)! They'll be joined by three most astounding MFA readers: Paul Hlava (New York University), Nicolle Elizabeth (Sarah Lawrence College) and Justin Boening (Columbia University).
And, as always, the price is a paltry five dollars, which includes a free drink! Join us!
Your pal,
Nicole
EARSHOT!
Friday, September 25th @ 7:30 PM
@ Rose Live Music
Hosted by Nicole Steinberg
$5 + one free drink
Featuring:
Sarah Sarai (The Future Is Happy)
Andrew Zornoza (Where I Stay)
Paul Hlava (New York University)
Nicolle Elizabeth (Sarah Lawrence College)
Justin Boening (Columbia University)
Rose Live Music is located at 345 Grand Street in Brooklyn, between Havemeyer and Marcy. Visit their website for directions: http://roselivemusic.com.
This Friday, at the Mountain of Power, it's Battle Royale
Jennifer Karmin, Michael Leong & Estela Lamat
Jennifer Karmin's text-sound epic Aaaaaaaaaaalice will be published by
Flim Forum Press in 2009. She curates the Red Rover Series and is a
founding member of the public art group Anti Gravity Surprise. Her
multidisciplinary projects have been presented at festivals,
artist-run spaces, and on city streets across the U.S. and Japan. At
home in Chicago, she teaches creative writing to immigrants at Truman
College and works as a Poet in Residence for the public schools.
Michael Leong’s poetry career began in the sixth grade when he won his
first and only poetry prize in Mr. Harrison’s class for a haiku about
a snake. Since then, he has published poems and translations in
journals such as Action Yes, Bird Dog, Double Room, jubilat,
Marginalia, Opium Magazine, Pindeldyboz, and Tin House. He is the
author of I, the Worst of All (blazeVOX [books], 2009), a translation
of the Chilean poet Estela Lamat, and e.s.p. (Silenced Press, 2009).
He currently lives in New York City.
Estela Lamat was born at the age of eight in the backyard of the
house. She has conducted meticulous nocturnal studies of
sleeplessness, of stellar chances and causalities. Tamer of cats,
enologist by nose, left-handed, and epileptic, she has never been in a
workshop; she has never entered any contests; nor has she won any
literary awards.
Only at Pete's Candy Store
709 Lorimer Street
Williamsburg, Brooklyn
(718) 302-3770
"L" to Lorimer, "G" to Metropolitan
FREE!
Visit http://www.multifariousarray.blogspot.com/ for links to their
work and email me for more information.
Showing posts with label Fou magazine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fou magazine. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, November 3, 2008
Awe & then some
Monday, monday... for some of us, yet another work week. How about a little company? I know just the thing! I'm the featured poet this week at No Tell Motel so you'll have a poem a day just waiting for the warmth of your eyes. Click here.
Still hungry? Really? That's okay, how about feasting on the new issue of Fou! Insatiable? Cool, no problem. How about a little Turntable + Blue Light.
Right, now you want dessert too, you got it. Spoon away at Spooky Boyfriend.
Now you want visuals? You want to sit back & be entertained? Goodreads & Coldfront Magazine aren't enough? How about Cutbank reviews? Still you want more? How about the Home Review of Books? Or watch two of the editors Julia & Mathias read here!
Still hungry? Really? That's okay, how about feasting on the new issue of Fou! Insatiable? Cool, no problem. How about a little Turntable + Blue Light.
Right, now you want dessert too, you got it. Spoon away at Spooky Boyfriend.
Now you want visuals? You want to sit back & be entertained? Goodreads & Coldfront Magazine aren't enough? How about Cutbank reviews? Still you want more? How about the Home Review of Books? Or watch two of the editors Julia & Mathias read here!
Monday, June 9, 2008
Week/End/ W(rap)ped
Friday's LIT release party kicked off what would be a longish weekend for me. The party was great- if you missed it (poor poor you!) The new ish of LIT looks all grown-up and classy. The party was held at a gallery in the Parson's School of Design building where there was plenty of white wine, radishes, grapes, brownies, and limited Coronas.
Heather Christle read her poems and pretty-much had every eye and ear a swooning.
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Picked up tacos from La Esquina while walking home and settled into a night of Heroes watching.
Roommate (aka Deep Disco) came home and wanted to go to the Hedi Slimane (ex Dior/ rock n roll photographer guy) after-party. It was 2 blocks away + the last night I'd see my roommate for the rest of the month since she was leaving for Europe on Saturday. So off we went. The space is nice- two huge floors. There was a punk band and open-bar when we arrived which soon turned into a pay bar and dj's djing on both floors. Only two forms of punctuation were allowed at this party: question marks and exclamation marks. There was a lot of standing around, some fawning, some incredulous eyes, some lusty mouths, and a ton of pouting cigarettes. My roommate busted out the body jams to a bunch of 80's jams and I made the "Sorry I'm straight face" as well dressed boys attempted to grove their way in my direction.
We leave.
My roommate packs and cleans.
It's 4am. I try to sleep.
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Saturday is H-O-T. V texted to say she was heading over to Governor's Island. We both had mutual friends there for the 1920's Jazz day event. I lack motivation and never catch the ferry. Saturday passes slowly like sticky unwipeable sweat.
5PM Jared's backyard for his bbq. Garden burgers, beer, fiction writers, poets, journalist, and horses running around on the TV screen. Jared (aka Czar Hohl) will be gone all summer. Adam will be in Jamaica for July then moves to Africa in August. Damn what eva will I do? P.S.G.'s on straight summer hiatus.
I make my way to the Fou Magazine party. The editors do their thing. The readers rock- ALL OF THEM. Afterwards, I talk to some poets I know and meet some new poets.
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Sunday I get two poems in my inbox from a poet I met at the Fou party. That made me smile.
Sunday was about food for some reason. Sandy was in the Chinatown hood so walked over to 88 Orchard for Iced Soy Lattes, went to Lovely Day for brunch, went to Chinatown Ice Cream Factory, went to Grand Daisy Bakery (formerly Sullivan Bakery) and picked up a baguette then bought avocados from a Chinatown stand, bought vine-ripened tomatoes from Gourmet Garage. I pulled basil from my herb box. I made an avocado, basil, tomato, sea-salt/pepper/thyme-olive-oil sandwich. Ate two of them. They were little.
Went to a bar and watched the finals by myself. Had a couple of Newcastles. Ate fish n chips- by far the most expensive and disappointing meal of the day.
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Monday now. Nothing going on. Drinking espresso. Will read. Will return library books. Will look for work. Will work on submissions. Will try not to melt.
Heather Christle read her poems and pretty-much had every eye and ear a swooning.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Picked up tacos from La Esquina while walking home and settled into a night of Heroes watching.
Roommate (aka Deep Disco) came home and wanted to go to the Hedi Slimane (ex Dior/ rock n roll photographer guy) after-party. It was 2 blocks away + the last night I'd see my roommate for the rest of the month since she was leaving for Europe on Saturday. So off we went. The space is nice- two huge floors. There was a punk band and open-bar when we arrived which soon turned into a pay bar and dj's djing on both floors. Only two forms of punctuation were allowed at this party: question marks and exclamation marks. There was a lot of standing around, some fawning, some incredulous eyes, some lusty mouths, and a ton of pouting cigarettes. My roommate busted out the body jams to a bunch of 80's jams and I made the "Sorry I'm straight face" as well dressed boys attempted to grove their way in my direction.
We leave.
My roommate packs and cleans.
It's 4am. I try to sleep.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Saturday is H-O-T. V texted to say she was heading over to Governor's Island. We both had mutual friends there for the 1920's Jazz day event. I lack motivation and never catch the ferry. Saturday passes slowly like sticky unwipeable sweat.
5PM Jared's backyard for his bbq. Garden burgers, beer, fiction writers, poets, journalist, and horses running around on the TV screen. Jared (aka Czar Hohl) will be gone all summer. Adam will be in Jamaica for July then moves to Africa in August. Damn what eva will I do? P.S.G.'s on straight summer hiatus.
I make my way to the Fou Magazine party. The editors do their thing. The readers rock- ALL OF THEM. Afterwards, I talk to some poets I know and meet some new poets.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Sunday I get two poems in my inbox from a poet I met at the Fou party. That made me smile.
Sunday was about food for some reason. Sandy was in the Chinatown hood so walked over to 88 Orchard for Iced Soy Lattes, went to Lovely Day for brunch, went to Chinatown Ice Cream Factory, went to Grand Daisy Bakery (formerly Sullivan Bakery) and picked up a baguette then bought avocados from a Chinatown stand, bought vine-ripened tomatoes from Gourmet Garage. I pulled basil from my herb box. I made an avocado, basil, tomato, sea-salt/pepper/thyme-olive-oil sandwich. Ate two of them. They were little.
Went to a bar and watched the finals by myself. Had a couple of Newcastles. Ate fish n chips- by far the most expensive and disappointing meal of the day.
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Monday now. Nothing going on. Drinking espresso. Will read. Will return library books. Will look for work. Will work on submissions. Will try not to melt.
Friday, June 6, 2008
FOU 4 U
Dear Ladies & Gents,
We would be most pleased by your presence at the reading and launch party for Fou (www.foumagazine.net). Come hear a few fantastic poems and toss a few fantastic pints back your fantastic throats and celebrate. Fantastically!
Saturday, June 7th
7pm!
Barbes : http://www.barbesbrooklyn.com/
Park Slope, Brooklyn
Directions: Take the R or the F to 4th Avenue and walk to 9th Street and 6th Ave
We would be most pleased by your presence at the reading and launch party for Fou (www.foumagazine.net). Come hear a few fantastic poems and toss a few fantastic pints back your fantastic throats and celebrate. Fantastically!
Saturday, June 7th
7pm!
Barbes : http://www.barbesbrooklyn.com/
Park Slope, Brooklyn
Directions: Take the R or the F to 4th Avenue and walk to 9th Street and 6th Ave
Matthew Rohrer is the author of five books of poems, most recently RISE UP, published by Wave Books. He lives in Brooklyn and teaches at NYU.
Dan Hoy lives in Brooklyn and is an editor for SOFT TARGETS. His poetry chapbook, Outtakes, was published by Lame House Press in 2007.
Brenda Iijima is the author of Animate, Inanimate Aims (Litmus Press) and Around Sea (O Books). If Not Metamorphic was runner up for the Sawtooth Prize and will be published by Ahsahta Press. Also forthcoming is Remembering Animals, which will be published by Displace Press. She is the editor of Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs (yoyolabs.com). Together with Evelyn Reilly she is editing a collection of essays by poets concerning poetry and ecological ethics titled )((eco (lang)(uage(reader). She is the art editor for Boog City, as well as a visual artist. She lives in Brooklyn, New York, where she designs and constructs homeopathic gardens.
Before being the inspiration for Daniel Day Lewis's character in There Will Be Blood, Adam O. Davis lived in Utah, California, France, Scotland, and other United States. The holder of an Oregon state pole vault record is a different Adam Davis. Poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Guernica, Western Humanities Review, and The Paris Review, among others.
Yeah!
Brought to you by Fou:
Hayley Heaton, Cate Peebles, David Sewell
and Brad Soucy
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