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i'm two weeks late here.new issue of Verse The Sequence Issue (part 1) Mary Jo Bang Dawn-Michelle Baude Michael Burkard Maxine Chernoff Inger Christensen Craig Coyle Theodore Enslin Kevin Hart Paul Hoover Christine Hume Kathleen Ossip Standard Schaefer Leonard Schwartz Susan Wheeler & essays by Marjorie Perloff (on Louis Zukofsky) Ashley David (on Ben Lerner)

 I liked it.

The wind kicks Brent.

That's Sugababes.

Some Philippine poets.

Been gleeing on the Sugarbabes' cover of Arctic Monkeys' "I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor," yet I feel OK.

Desmond Dekker has died.

Meanwhile, listening to Kenneth Goldsmith singing Jean Baudrillard, I'm still waiting.

If it's not a poem, what is it?

Sheila Heti interview at Elegant Variation.

Must be Zimmy's birthday.

everything doesn't happen online

Ahsahta Press sent me an advance reader's copy of Kate Greenstreet's case sensitive this afternoon. Thank you, Ahsahta. The book's out in September.

Then later tonight my colleague had gone through a catalogue of next season's books, and I was going through it, and he watched over my shoulder as I flipped through it and said, "I'm ordering that one. It looks cool." And I said, "It's edited by Kasey!" and circled his name. (We booksellers go through these catalogues with pens. That's a secret.) Then I felt compelled to walk over and pull Deer Head Nation off the shelf, I don't know why. Maybe because I was tired, or maybe because nobody knows what or wherefore poetry books come to our shelves, me especially.

I also got visits tonight from two poets—friendly. So even though I came into work feeling like crap, like this is all pointless, the night turned out OK.

What I would have posted elaborately Thursday had I been posting elaborately Thursday.

dear tom, mike & dan

Another night, another failed attempt to visit Small Press Distribution's website.

Dear SPD, I love you. Please fix your website finally.

Update: Seems to be working. Sometimes at two in the morning it isn't.

John & Jim not hating you.

I've been busy vaccinating children and jarring jams. Also the good old internet anti-lust, aka retinal rebuff, aka eyeball hatred.

Fetish fatigue. You're joking.

You're not joking. You're inside.

Can I have another one with a preposition used as a noun? It's speaking to my sense of belonging profoundly. Please?

because i like ye:

Is it a fetish? Is my lifelong love of the delight and surprise in used bookstores—the thingness of the books—my nostalgia?

mail

Whoa. New music on the NewsHour.

Haven't been well appalled yet today? Really?

Have at.

I'm too curious. I'm doing it.

Quick, somebody start writing.

adrienne rich turns 77 today.

Georg-Büchner-Preis

€ 40.000,—

"We are now living in an age where practically everybody is able to write a decent book, or to make a decent movie, or even make decent art — in other words: we live in communism."

Dubravka Ugrešić

karl rove has not yet been indicted so

This is Stanley Kunitz. He died.

I got my air tickets. I'm flying to Western Massachusetts in October. I'll bus or train to visit friends for a few days in Brooklyn, one of whom will likely return with me to the Bay State for a couple of days to take the Banes tour of the Valley, Troubadour Books, the Book Mill, and straight up to Brattleboro.

I'll eat pizza.

I'll bring home boxes of Devil Dogs and jars of Fluff.

Brian Teare answers questions.
David Baratier answers questions.
Steve Davenport answers questions.

Some things, even really stupid things, I think about doing for a really long time.
This is one of them.

 KOENEKE @ your BLAZEVOX:

Your milk and honey, less the milk, sung.

I'm going to Sacramento for a couple of days. (Yeah, I know.)

What's to do in Sacramento?

A link to a Ron Silliman post is probably superfluous, but there's a nice bit on Cody's and Berkeley bookstores thisway.

Cody's on Telegraph is closing. Holy fucking cow.

Noah Eli Gordon poem at {lime tree}.

Stephanie Young Day here and here.

I'm ready to spill the beans and confess on toast.
Between the so-called so-called and the so-called I.

Don't touch that dial. We'll be right back.

Check out the tops at BEDAZZLED! Trust me.

Blaine didn't make it. Apple Corps didn't make it. Forty-three is at thirty-one.

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So, so happily copies arrived yesterday of Sarah Manguso's Siste Viator from Four Way Books. Thanks, Martha.

This morning's big referral: no. 2 Google hit, search words "joshua beckman pretentious."

POETS FOR PEACE

The reading's tonight at 7:30, poets Cynthia Hogue, Joyce Jenkins, Peter Streckfus, and Ilya Kaminsky. I just learnt I'd erred: The press release I sent stated the date as "Monday, May 9th," and at least one of the papers ran the reading as happening on Tuesday. It isn't. It's tonight. I feel sick about this. If you overhear anyone murmuring today, "Gee, I can't wait for that Poets for Peace reading at Pegasus Tuesday night," please correct her. Also, please come. And bring your friends.

Tillykke med fødselsdagen.

All I got is a link:

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