I Never Loved Eva Braun

It couldn't get any more last day than today.

The power of .

Dear Living Room,

I couldn't find you.

Feeling tingly not unlike a rash.

picture books for sale.

Let me get something off my chest:


I was asked for both of these books at work at recently.

We don't stock them, because they are offensively overpriced.

Schuyler's Collected is a 256-page paperback published by Farrar, Straus and Giroux, list price $32. To sweeten the deal, our distributor will charge us 40% more for this particular title. You know, to tempt us.

Strand's Selected is published by Knopf. It is 176 pages. It is a paperback book, and its list price is $19.95.

Both of these books are published by giant media companies. Take a quick look at their holdings and their imprints. You will see immediately that the prices of these titles are inconsistent with their catalogues.

I hate these people.

[one love affair]*

NEW

Now at the drive-in: Apology of the Word Internalizer.

Tao Lin interviewed Karen Ashburner.

Driving to Launderland. Seeing Brian Teare on the street, recognizable from ten more paces than any other poet. My detergent jug on the seat beside me. In my back pocket, a fabric softener sheet.

Lying on the hood of somebody's Lexus parked in front of 7-Eleven, reading the new CutBank. Waiting for my clothes in the dryer. Coming to "Excavations" by Phan Nhien Hao and feeling OK.

TELEGRAPH STORIES
@ Mama Buzz Café
Tonight 6-8PM

I Avoid Titling These Posts Because I Feel Like I'm Writing Bad Magazine Copy

And it comes so easily.

YOUR NEIL YOUNG LIVING WITH WAR BLOG.    

BILLY CHILDISH
THIS SATURDAY @
Mama Buzz Café
7 to 10pm, $5 to $10 sliding scale
2318 Telegraph Ave., Oakland

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And: THIS SUNDAY @ MAMA BUZZ
NLCAP and Kitchen Sink magazine present:

TELEGRAPH STORIES, the second installment of a quarterly storytelling series hosted by Kitchen Sink's senior editor Kaya Oakes.

Each reader has 10-15 minutes to read or perform a true-life tale. There you go.

The line-up: Carla Costa, publisher of Kitchen Sink and contributing writer for XLR8R and a bunch of other places; Evan Rehill, KS and Watchword Press writer, and a member of The Conspiracy of Beards, the all-male a capella Leonard Cohen Choir; Geoff Trenchard, member of The Suicide Kings, HBO featured performer, and host of Tourettes Without Regrets.

Music will be played after the readings by Fear of the Outdoors (KS’s Jeff, Matt and Nate). You should stay.

Admission is free. Donations are gratefully accepted (and tax-deductible).
6 to 8pm

Everything is smaller than I expected.

Have this.

The reading last night was wonderful, I'm not kidding. We had a raffle, and the winner won a check for $10,000. Afterwards we all went outside and climbed the tree in front of the store. We could see the lights of San Francisco, all twinkly and romantic.

Scott McClellan must be one relieved dude.

This is the part where I invite you to hear Noah Eli Gordon and Sara Veglahn tonight.

С днем рождения, Илья́.

Thank you, Jordan Davis.

YouTube filmies of Joshua Clover in the Million Poems Show.

Here, here, and here.

I'm not in a High Church, but I like the eggs.

Don't forget your chocolate rabbits and resurrection.

"A blog of remarks on how I can't find any life-affirming stuff anywhere."

Proof.

(Sexed-up copy from Village Voice Media (which happens to be wrong).)

&rarr ? &rarr

To Be Hoped

I'm looking forward to Clover Million Poems Show podcast or YouTube.

Especially as Joshua Clover didn't really read any poems when he appeared here at University Press Books.

My colleague's just told me (he says he'd been trying to tell me for days, but I didn't/don't listen) Monday he sold a copy of Zbigniew Herbert's Selected Poems to Michael Ondaatje. He fingered him when he looked at the credit card. If you're a fan, I can tell you it was a Visa card. I can't say any more.

My colleague's chagrined, whatever, that in the star-moment he was so gullied, he forgot to discount Ondaatje's poetry book ten percent. Because of this Poetry-Month thing.

If Michael Ondaatje is reading this, we owe you $1.42 store credit.

I've really liked the recent discussion on blogs and gender, unlike other threads I've read through that have given me a headache. (Think, I don't know, potato chips.) Shanna, Jessica, Kaya, Anne, Stephanie, Reb et al., thanks. (I promised myself once I would never indulgence in first-name chattiness. Pardon.)

I remind myself: everything could be different.

To the uninitiated reading this post: supersize pardon.

Maybe I should have italicized "everything."

 

Omigod. Just driving home in the rain (the fucking rain: you have to be here) I heard Laurel Snyder on NPR.

BUY CANNIBAL

We got copies.

up, as they

soon then but now now:


Michael Earl Craig @

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MORE SARA VEGLAHN

This way and that.


Review of That We Come to a Consensus at CutBank.

CUTBANK POETRY 65.

Bill Knott (aka Saint Geraud) has a blog.

TONIGHT AT 7:30

LAURA SIMS, DANIELLE PAFUNDA
& GERALDINE KIM

NOW

SOON

  TOMORROW, FOLKS.

Post-rapture, one may carry tentative feelings about new glues. Especially post-innovation glues.

"… a mosh pit‒friendly Proust dipping madeleines in soy chai …"

Povel reviewed in this month's The Believer.

HoboEye volume 1.2 is now online

HoboEye volume 1.2 is now online

Sing a nursery rhyme about tulips. It's raining again.

9780060783907

I recently bumped into learning Ecco Press (Harper Collins) will be publishing Zbigniew Herbert's whole shot, Collected Poems: 1956-1998, this December.

I know this old dead Polish poet with a cigarette waiting to be airbrushed out of his mouth will likely not inspire much bloggerage. I mean, I think I know. He didn't know any of us.

Whatever case, I'm chuffed.

Every morning (or afternoon) I wake up and suppress my urge to write poetry.

This allows me to pretend a reader exists.

i got some music.

check out

Kaya Oakes KQED podcast.

Katie Couric is becoming a journalist. Great.

How much materially inaccessible. Then formally admitted.

Ask a squirrel: how many times have you been hurt by a human?

Every once in a while for a second or two I feel panicked.

COMMONWEALTH

"It is not a typical Massachusetts-Taxachusetts, oh-just-crazy-liberal plan."

Sticks and stones. I don't envy the loudly offended.

The line about the ants isn't mine,

We're getting a lot of rain. Like a fortnight short of a broken covenant. Sunday night in the worst of it, I stepped in puddles and got a wet nose and found two steals at Moe's: a bright copy of Aaron Tieger's Ugly Duckling chapbook, Sea Shanties of Old Vermont, for $2; and a cloth copy of Zbigniew Herbert's Mr. Cogito in v. good/v. good condition, not remaindered, for $8.

Bye, Tom!

Is the Aase Berg 10% off?
Yes.

What about the new Anselm Berrigan?
Yes.

How about this book of essays by Joe Wenderoth?
Sure.

A used copy of Beowulf?
Yeah.

The new Fence?
Yeah.

Rumi?
Yes, whatever.

Can I get Hot Whiskey Magazine #1?
Yes. Yes.

Etc.

"Let me tell you something else about April. I lost my legs in April."