Announcing the 2006 Winners:

Ariana Reines, winner of the 2006 Alberta Prize for The Cow

Christopher Janke, winner of the 2007 Fence Modern Poets Series for Structure of The Embryonic Rat Brain

win a prize

It's not free jazz. But it's got greater longevity than magnetic poetry.

THURSDAY.

Sod beyond worms. Reese Witherspoon Ryan Phillippe

FEAR AND TREMBLING:
A PROFILE OF NOELLE KOCOT

by Elise Harris

icky shuffle wood's demonstration

A poem is a poem is a poem is a poem.

So ready for some more Hat.

TONIGHT

SATURDAY

NEXT THURSDAY

MTD VII

new NO TELL BOOKS arrive

HAS YOUR BLOG'S COMMENT BOX GONE ROUND THE BEND? ARE YOU UNLOVED? ARE THE MEDS NOT WORKING? DO YOU LOVE ME? TRY BOOGZAM! PREFERRED REMEDY BY ETC. ETC.

ACTIONBOOKS

you are a little bit happier than i am

TELESCOPE

anybody needs my new #, just let me know.

COCONUT 6

Cole Swensen
Eleni Sikelianos
Josh May
CS Carrier
Eric Baus
Gloria Frym
CJ Martin, Natalie Lyalin
Ada Limón
Jonathan Minton
Laurel DeCou
Rusty Morrison
Megan Johnson
James Grinwis
Marty Hebrank
James Sanders
Michelle Greenblatt and Sheila E. Murphy
Mairéad Byrne
Jeff Harrison
Kristine Snodgrass
Brendan Lorber
Bruce Covey
Hazel McClure

If you don't watch this video of Noelle Kocot in San Francisco, I don't know what.

READING BAY POETICS
A blog about a book (in anticipation of the movie).

THIS VERY SUNDAY.

modern was out of fashion before it turned / the century // into a factory

PRINTED IN AN EDITION OF
200 COPIES. IF YOU WAIT TOO
LONG YOU'RE FUCKED.

No telling what it'll be exactly (something about the number 10), but some thing-to-be called Sawbuck is now soliciting submissons of poetry for issue #1.

Now you know.

Blogger hates me. I haven't been able to log in in days.

Maybe too, last night and this morning anyway, there's a weak wireless moment at my new place, which is a palace by the way.

I got happy Saturday when I returned to work and found copies of Alli Warren's Cousins waiting for me, which I loved immediately. It didn't seem to be fronting any shields, but if poetics is your coin and you just can't help yourself, go ahead and write your 1,000-page adumbration. You might get, um, close.

Cousins only sucked when it ended, that it ended, my semaphorical more plea to please not stop thrashing a little bit when I closed it.

I keep thinking if I type quickly enough, Blogger will publish this.

Zow.

Sunday afternoon at the Make-Out Room was alarmingly good, although nobody was injured. Noelle Kocot is not an endorsed candidate but a free charge, and I'm voting for her.

I'm just throwing the rest of my dinette set out the window and seeing if this post will take.

My bag arrived.

jeff weaver new jersey the beatles tao lin malawi snoop dog hokies cheeney no-brainer wild pigs spinach

I Hate American Airlines

Worst day of flying imaginable. Certainly worst in my life. I had a first class ticket from Hartford/Springfield to Oakland, scheduled to arrive at 7:30 pm. Instead I ended up flying economy, apologies deferred, and arrived in Oakland near midnight, of course without my baggage. If the expensive extra sharp Vermont cheddar I bought for you goes bad—fuck I'm sorry.

The only thing that nearly saved it: reading The Anger Scale from O'Hare to Oakland.

Now it's almost 1:30 a.m. That'll be me opening the store tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock.

P.S. John Carlos was cool.

HOWARD JUNKER'S STRUGGLES.

TROUBADOUR BOOKS IN NO. HATFIELD

BUS THIS WEEKEND.

Hoboeye v1.4 has launched

TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY  ALSO MY BROTHER'S.

MATVEI YANKELEVICH.

TROUBADOUR BOOKS

I've talked about this place before. I returned yesterday and bought The Hudson Mystery by Geoffrey O'Brien, Leave the Light On by Michael Magee, and Dead Man by Gary Sullivan. Also second copies of Invisible Bride by Tony Tost and Poems and Antipoems by Nicanor Parra, because someone will need them. A paper copy of Russell Edson's The Falling Sickness. And I upgraded to a cloth Madonna anno domini first. I was set back $28 for the lot of it. If I could urge you to go, I'm urging you.

I keep thinking about the copy of Baffling Means by Clark Coolidge and Philip Guston I saw. Like it's haunting or taunting me.

no count

Most of these mean nought, and the one or two I might explain are secretly unexplainable.

 also sasha of meat paper of san francisco.
 & mildred houston banes, my dad's mom.

melancholia's tremulous dreadlocks issue 6

E. and I got our gobs smacked and brainpans whitened yesterday from overstimulation at Troubadour Books in No. Hatfield, whose photographs I lost in a Windows drag-and-drop mishap I'm trying to forget. If I tell you their used poetry collection is utterly fantastic, incomparable, the best that I have ever seen and almost beyond imagining—I will not be exaggerating. If you're anywhere in or near Western Massachusetts—go.

I got Simmel, Veblen, Wieners, Gordon, Kocot. I don't know what I got. I got a signed copy of Bernadette Mayer's new book with Bill Berkson, What's Your Idea of a Good Time? Truthfully, it was overwhelming. We had to take a break to go outside to get air. We smoked, and we swore a lot. I didn't even know what to buy, there was still so much to look at, and the fact that everything in the store this weekend is 35% off only made the trip more confusing and bliss-confounding.

I try again tomorrow.

E. and I yesterday on a bench. She'd just scored the last Shark Mayer at Amherst Books.

Adam's Books

I NEED TO MOVE TO BROOKLYN, OBVIOUSLY.

HELP

anybody know how to get from san jose airport to santa cruz? like, easily & bestest?

---

without a car?

poetry bus

Noah Eli Gordon's
Eight Experiments in Artifice

i'll be in brooklyn quickly, wednesday and thursday, then to massachusetts, &c. (i'll be back for a longer trip i am certain in the spring.)

birthdays

Tadeusz Różewicz
John Lennon
John Entwistle

TONIGHT!

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The New Man

The new man
that's him there
yes it's that
sewage pipe
which lets through
everything


Tadeusz Różewicz
translated by Adam Czerniawski

Puffed up kissing the stone feet of Pound and Olson: dangerous beginning to any conversation. For instance, I might have to leave. Put my head somewhere else. Beg off sleeve-cough stagebite.

Jenseits von Milch und Hosen

Been very busy, now happily, with my recent move. I've wanted to blog, but by the time my eyes get behind the screen late at night, they're wobbly.

As now.

I've still scarcely unpacked. That is, I haven't really even begun to unpack. Next Tuesday I leave for Massachusetts and Brooklyn and Massachusetts and probably Vermont and Massachusetts. Oh yeah—and technically I'm flying in and out of Connecticut. I don't know why I'm typing this, this way. Here where I live now, basking of course, in the Golden State, some people do find it strange to hear or think about or actually to drive 15 minutes and be in another state, or 15 more minutes and be in another state again. I'm feeling that wobbliness here. The eyeballs.

Saturday's Artifact. Monday Matthea Harvey and Cort Day at yours truly. Next Thursday 7:30 PM when I'm not here Rodney Koeneke and Kaya Oakes and Heather Hazuka read at Modern Times Bookstore. I just learn, by the way, holy shit Rodney's moving to Portland (the one in Oregon). Rodney, I hardly knew ye! I just have your weird books. You're a sweet man. Do you know anybody up there? (Ha!) Best of luck!

Earlier Thursday, 4:30 PM, Oct. 12, Barbara Jane Reyes and Yunte Huang read at the Poetry Center. Both their TinFish books are something to read. Go.

Doubtless other stuff. Even stuff I know and I remember, yet I can't retrieve.

Wobbley yours, goodnight.

P.S. Also that Thursday 6 PM Claudia Rankine at the Holloway Series.

it's october.

re lunch poems: i just learnt les murray canceled and michael palmer will be reading instead this thursday at the morrison library in doe library-uc berkeley thing.