tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15507558028379197612024-03-13T07:49:05.525-07:00Poetry BearSome days you eat the bear, some days the bear eats you.Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.comBlogger141125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-75114026014960185642012-01-05T06:58:00.000-08:002012-01-05T07:00:03.984-08:00Now That’s SatisfactionSimple enjoyment. Why is it so difficult? I am sitting with a book, the whole stretching out before me. No job, the kids with the nanny. This should be the greatest of pleasures for me. But it’s not. I’m distracted. The people in this coffee shop talk among themselves. The music is not bad, but not really good either. Just loud enough to hear but not be truly distracting. Yet I cannot concentrate. It is even difficult to muster the attention to jot these meager notes. I cannot resist the urge to check my email. So I do, and feel bad. No new messages, but another break in my concentration. Maybe Facebook? No, I must stay focused. <br /><br />The satisfaction I used to get from sitting around and reading a book all day seems harder to attain now that I’m an “adult.” It’s not that I don’t enjoy books as much—I do, I swear—it’s that I find it that much harder to get to a place of calm and quiet that is necessary to really lose myself in a book. <br /><br />Of course, there is the kind of book that is just so great, it forces me into this place. Two recent example: An Episode in the Life of Landscape Painter, by César Aira, and a collection of poems tentatively titled You’re Going to Miss Me When You’re Bored, by moi. My book engrossed me, obviously, because it is mine, but also because I was on a flight and when I landed I would promptly head to an art space to give a reading, then do two more readings over the next two days. I needed to figure out what to read, and in so doing, wound up rereading the most recent draft of my book and making several changes. But that is a different type of reading. A pleasure, but also work. I digress. <br /><br />What I want is for reading and writing to be like listening to a song, for it to be a different language I want to be drawn in, get maximum reward for minimum work. All I want to do is listen.Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-26439914166456052872012-01-04T13:29:00.000-08:002012-01-05T07:01:58.841-08:00You Know You’re RightThere is this feeling I have, a desire or dream—though I would not call it a goal because I am doing next to nothing to pursue it—to just simply be. Perhaps that’s not it exactly. What I mean is to find a way to exist in life, a position or arrangement, in which I don’t have to worry about much. To feel some sense of security, yes, but also to be able to focus, to not be distracted by worry and doubt, to not lose so much thought and energy to trying to figure out what to do next, to have enough in my life that I can go from one thing to the next with comfort and certainty. <br /><br />It is an impossibility, a mirage, but one that I, beyond all reasonable explanation, foolishly believe in. You may think that this would require, first and foremost, independent wealth. For how can one exist in this way and be dependent on having to make a living? It’s a fair question, one for which I do not have an answer except to say that I believe it to be so. It is my hope (though a futile one I am certain). <br /><br />But there is some part of me that feels that if I could just get good enough at what I do for a living, if I could just get smart enough about finding work, and once having found it, be able to hang onto it, my dream could become reality. In this manner, however, I am not what you would call ambitious.<br /><br />Or perhaps it is not about a career. Perhaps it is more about simplifying my life materially. I could spend less, certainly, though every time I have tried it seems more like I spend more. These problems are not easily solved.<br /><br />You could argue that writing is one way to achieve some version of the existence I seek. Many have said it before, and it is true, but for the problem of being a writer. When you are a writer you inevitably worry about publication, success, a career. Once this has happened, whenever you sit down to write you will wonder, “what do I do with this that I am creating? Where can I send it? Who will like it and why? How can I make it part of my next book? If I can, is it worth the effort?”<br /><br />These are valid questions, ones that any writer must ask his or herself. And yet it is antithetical to the spirit of writing. The purity of the urge to put pen to paper and get something just so simply for the sake of it, the satisfaction.<br /><br />(composed 12/28/11)Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-11481735048617896272010-09-08T06:12:00.001-07:002010-09-08T06:16:49.042-07:00Although of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself"For us, it's gonna be that at, at a certain point, that we're either gonna have to put away childish things and discipline ourself about how much time do I spend being passively entertained? And how much time do I spend doing stuff that actually isn't all that much fun minute by minute, but that builds certain muscles in me as a grown-up and a human being?" <br /><br />David Foster Wallace, 1996Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-6199173466615597942010-07-09T08:46:00.000-07:002010-07-09T08:53:41.781-07:00Ten Years LaterI first started taking writing seriously—poetry particularly—about 10 years ago. I was 25 and wanted more than anything to be famous. Poetry was how I would achieve that goal. Possibly academia also. But mainly poetry. Because fame, to my mind, equaled greatness (though I knew many famous contemporary poets weren't that good, and some out right bad). If I was a famous poet I would by default be a great poet. And not your run-of-the-mill-great. I'm talking Rilke great.<br /><br />I remember turning 26 and thinking, by this age Keats was dead. Springsteen had recorded Born to Run. I, on the other hand, hadn't even been published. I was failing.<br /><br />Years passed. I moved to NYC. I turned 30. Got married and started a career as an advertising/marketing copywriter. It was around this time the poems that would make up my first book started coming together. The feeling I had then was best expressed by the Beastie Boys off of <span style="font-style:italic;">Check Your Head</span>: "<a href="http://s0.ilike.com/play#Beastie+Boys:The+Maestro:55020:s34556774.9642240.8198907.0.2.113%2Cstd_89dace0304a44af4afcdf8e4a44a399f">I got nothing to lose because I don't give a fuck</a>."<br /><br />It was also around this time that I went to my first AWP conference. At that point I still clung to a pretty idealistic view of poetry. All the latest trends sucked. Poetry that wasn't trying to be great in the traditional sense sucked. Basically, if you didn't have aspirations to be Milton or Keats or even some insane figure like Lowell or Berryman, you weren't going to be anybody.<br /><br />But at AWP in 2006 my mind was blown by all the amazing things poets my age were doing. They were just writing, embracing the scene for what it was. Making the scene what it was. That's when idealized that to have any chance at being a real artist you had to risk losing your soul in the current trends. You had to risk selling out and being irrelevant. You had to finally say fuck it and do what you were going to do, be who you were going to be. <br /><br />And fame, well, I was beginning to see that fame was dying. No one was famous any more, not even musicians. Or if they were they were totally irrelevant. The best artists seemed to be regular, approachable people quietly pursuing their lives and art. The stakes were suddenly so low and exciting. It felt like freedom. That's when poetry became for me less a goal to pursue for gain (I still had naive notions that a book or two would equal a tenure-track job somewhere). That was when poetry became a way of living and thinking and experiencing the world. And still is, despite the comparatively limited amounts of energy I now have to put toward writing and reading it.<br /><br />I'm in my mid thirties. I have two children. I own a home and a minivan. I'm woefully out of touch with most of what's going in music, poetry and art in general. I read more magazines or books about <a href="http://nymag.com/news/politics/63045/">political campaigns</a> or the <a href="http://books.wwnorton.com/books/978-0-393-07223-5/">financial crisis</a> than I do collections of poetry or critical theory. I used to think I would always be a poet, but I don't know any more. So many things I used to think are no longer true. I can't imagine much beyond today. I have to accept that there may come a point (besides mental incapacitation or death) where I simply stop.Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-74050196404956339452010-07-02T07:23:00.000-07:002010-07-02T10:34:02.097-07:00Be Awesome and Do Dope ShitIn the interview I'm constantly having with myself in my head, one question I often ask is: What's my aesthetic? What the hell is it that my poetry does, that I try to do with it, that makes it interesting, different; or is it just the same-old-same-old? <br /><br />The conclusion I've come to lately is that my aesthetic is: Be awesome and do dope shit. Arrogant? Yes. Pretentious? Maybe. Retarded? Definitely. <br /><br />Some thoughts: Be awesome and do dope shit (BAADDS) is perhaps most closely related to the anit-lyric tradition of Spicer and co. By which I mean I am not interested in the mainstream lyric (though I do consider myself a lyric poet, or, short of that, am lyrical/draw on the lyric tradition). <br /><br />I draw on the ridiculous but awesome shit me and my friends say to each other in person, email, over the phone, text, Facebook, Twitter, etc; conversations and emails from the office. To this end my poems can feel elliptical or associative. I want to surprise, but at the same time not necessarily be nonsensical. I want to make a different kind of sense. I want to entertain, be clever, imbue my work with novelty, but at the same time make something beautiful and that (hopefully) lasts. A kind of reverse idiocy (like Iggy Pop maybe).<br /><br />(That last point is difficult because I have no control over that, so it may ultimately be just wishful thinking on my part. I touched on this, kind of, in an <a href="http://www2.tusculum.edu/tusculumreview/2009/10/26/justin-marks-artist-statement/">artist's statement</a> I wrote for some poems I had in the <a href="http://www2.tusculum.edu/tusculumreview/">Tusculum Review</a>)<br /><br />(I'm tempted to say that I want my poetry to sound cool, though that often invokes jazz and the beats, and that's not what I want).<br /><br />In many respects, BAADDS is influenced as much, if not more, by pop music--specifically "indie" and "alternative" rock (god I love <a href="http://thefrenchexit.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-scare-quotes-mean-fyi.html">scare quotes</a>)--and culture than it is by western literature. (THE BAADDS might make a cool name for a band.) The lyrics of Modest Mouse, The Pixies, Wolf Parade and many others have had enormous influence on me. Then of course there is the internet and social media, but really, who isn't influenced by that these days?<br /><br />Others, off the top of my head, who might unwittingly be joining me in the BAADDS aesthetic: <a href="http://sixthfinch.com/starkweather2.html">Sampson</a> <a href="http://ekleksographia.ahadadabooks.com/issuetwo/authors/sampson_starkweather.html">Starkweather</a>, <a href="http://www.notellmotel.org/poem_single.php?id=1981_0_1_0">Paige</a> <a href="http://sinkreview.org/sr-4/from-to-people-who-sometimes-read/">Taggart</a>, <a href="http://www.harpandaltar.com/interior.php?t=p&i=4&p=40&e=130">Dan</a> <a href="http://ekleksographia.ahadadabooks.com/issuetwo/authors/dan_hoy.html">Hoy</a>. <br /><br />Some of BAADDS' cousins might be: <a href="http://soandso.org/#/elisa-gabbert/4541449458">Elisa</a> <a href="http://www.bookslut.com/features/2010_06_016182.php">Gabbert</a>, <a href="http://www.versedaily.org/2008/everysatellite.shtml">Chris</a> <a href="http://sixthfinch.com/tonelli1.html">Tonelli</a>, <a href="http://www.absentmag.org/issue04/boehl2.html">Dan</a> <a href="http://www.inknode.com/people/danboehl">Boehl</a>, <a href="http://adultish.blogspot.com/2009/06/dumplings-and-trumpets-dan-magers.html">Dan</a> <a href="http://sixthfinch.com/magers1.html">Magers<br /></a>.Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-87425486324400584072010-07-02T06:44:00.000-07:002010-07-02T07:07:44.370-07:00Long Time...It's been a long time since I blogged. There are multiple reasons for that, but none that would be interesting enough to go into here, though I feel as I write that sentence that I will indeed go into some of those reasons. <br /><br />Here we go: For one, I've never been that good at blogging, in my opinion. I always used my blog to promote my book and writing in general. I never felt like I had much "to say," or more accurately I felt that I had to be "clever" or have some rigorous argument to work out. But in the end, it was all fear of sounding like a <a href="http://media.fukung.net/images/3974/Schmuck%20Features%20Rumsfeld%20Creep.jpg">schmuck</a>. <br /><br />What I realize now is that I just want to communicate, even with only myself, to journal really (regardless of my inevitable schmuckery). <br /><br />A lot of things have been building to inspire me to give blogging a real shot. <a href="http://thefrenchexit.blogspot.com/">Elisa Gabbert's blog</a>, The French Exit, for one, but also the work she does on the <a href="http://www.wordstream.com/blog/ws/2010/06/25/internet-making-us-smarter">Wordstream blog</a>; and just this morning this handsome piece by <a href="http://www.fluentcollab.org/mbg/">Dan Boehl</a>. <br /><br />Also, the realization that I simply don't write enough. <br /><br />In recent months, though, I've had to do some "professional" blogging at work, which has been fun, but what's more I got a much better sense of "how" to write a blog. <br /><br />I'm rambling. The point, I'm back (as if anyone noticed I was gone), and am going to try to post much more, because having a job and two 1 year old kids leaves me no time to be involved in the poetry world, and I miss that very much. I need some sort of contact, people.Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-9656086984511747752009-11-20T07:05:00.000-08:002009-11-20T08:35:51.782-08:00I Have No AestheticMy aesthetic is fun. I like saying things, though I often have nothing to say. No words. <br /><br />I like Capitalism, the language of marketing. A friend the other day over some really great <a href="http://closetcooking.blogspot.com/2007/05/bibimbap.html">bibimbap bulgogi</a> in Little Korea (or is it Korea Town?) told me that if I'm reclaiming the language of marketing and capitalism my work may be political. <br /><br />Last night my 10 month old daughter told me "no" for the first time. I asked her to give me some of her <a href="http://www.happypuffsfood.com/">Puffs</a>. She shook her head "no" and ate the Puff I had asked for. My daughter is a genius.Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-70848768215472457652009-11-19T12:22:00.000-08:002009-11-19T12:24:10.770-08:00Sam Starkweather...Names <em>A Million in Prizes</em> one of the best poetry books of 2009 on the <a href="http://notellpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-poetry-books-of-2009-sampson.html">No Tells blog</a>. See who else is on his list.Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-85742076944359308322009-11-06T07:22:00.000-08:002009-11-06T07:51:23.289-08:00The Bear Be Blowing UpI'm interviewed about small presses and strippers at <a href="http://htmlgiant.com/?p=18416">HTML Giant</a>, and <span style="font-style:italic;">A Million in Prizes</span> gets a sweet review at <a href="http://www.barrelhousemag.com/word/?p=1608">Barrelhouse</a>. <br /><br />Yeah, life is good.Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-6981011512901959912009-10-29T07:54:00.000-07:002009-11-06T07:51:48.351-08:00Be Awesome<a href="http://rauanklassnik.blogspot.com/2009/10/happiness-and-magic-interview-with.html">And do dope shit.</a>Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-44665359736469544892009-10-26T18:22:00.000-07:002009-11-06T07:42:57.736-08:00I'm the Featured ArtistOver at the <a href="http://www2.tusculum.edu/tusculumreview/">Tusculum Review</a>Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-63038417792616202542009-09-29T07:41:00.000-07:002009-11-06T07:43:33.467-08:00Rockin' Two New PoemsOver at <a href="http://sixthfinch.com/marks1.html">Sixth Finch</a></li>Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-35408212310977834232009-09-18T06:08:00.000-07:002009-09-18T06:16:55.394-07:00Last NightI dreamt I had a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIBxK-5Bt3s">detachable penis.</a></li>Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-51378003001672013712009-09-09T09:32:00.001-07:002009-09-09T09:32:41.529-07:00September 9, 2009Life is better when you don't care.Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-1901768589651615412009-09-09T06:53:00.000-07:002009-09-09T06:54:47.406-07:00Three Readings in Four Days<strong>Thursday, September 10th at 7PM</strong> for the 7th Season Kickoff of d.a. levy lives: celebrating the renegade press<br /><br />ACA Galleries<br />529 W. 20th St., 5th Floor<br />NYC<br /><br />Readings from Mary Walker Graham, Justin Marks, Kate Schapira, Kim Gek Lin Short, Sampson Starkweather, and Chris Tonelli<br /><br />Music from Erik Schoster of He Can Jog<br /><br />Please note that there's been a time change. The reading is now at 7PM, not 6.<br /><br /><br /><strong>Saturday, Tao Lin & Justin Marks:</strong><br />2 PM on Saturday, September 12th at the Grand Central Branch of the New York Public Library: 135 East 46th Street, in the community/program room, which is on the upper level. Elevator available. Phone: (212) 621-0670. blog:http://grandcentralpoets.blogspot.com<br /><br /><strong>Sunday:</strong><br />7:45pm at Unnameable Books in Brooklyn, 600 Vanderbilt Ave(between Dean St & St Marks Ave)Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-4529048190966178032009-08-29T09:04:00.001-07:002009-11-06T07:44:10.058-08:00I Got Some Poems in Sink Review<a href="http://sinkreview.org/?page_id=2">Along with some other fine folks. Check 'em out.</a></li>Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-80082444118332626112009-08-17T08:53:00.001-07:002009-11-06T07:44:53.263-08:00HIT WAVE is reviewed in the new issue of NOÖ<a href="http://www.noojournal.com/view.php?mode=1&issue=ten&id=202">Every moment you're alive, you're sort of not alive, because there is a more alive way you could be living</a></li>Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-57458106623574921072009-08-14T11:31:00.000-07:002009-08-14T11:37:35.451-07:00Friday August 14, 2009It still sometimes amazes me that anyone would interpret anything I say in any other way than I inted it to be interpreted. <br /><br /><br />*<br /><br />I'm going to see District 9 this afternoon. I hope it's as good as I'm expecting it to be.Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-91548473085991304612009-08-12T19:12:00.000-07:002009-08-12T19:14:17.367-07:00August 11, 2009 - 10:15pmI want to be famous. <br /><br />I have accepted that I will never be famous.Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-54597576732032684112009-08-12T08:19:00.000-07:002009-08-12T08:29:52.542-07:00August 11, 2009There is only so much reading and writing I can do before I fall asleep or run out of things to say.<br /><br /><br />*<br />I sometimes think that Silliman's insistance on hsi terms School of Quietude and Post-Avant is really not much more than marketing. It's what he has to sell. In fact, I kind of feel that way about all aesthetic theory, at times. I mean, I relize it's importance, and enjoy and benefit from it, but it's not like there is any truth to be arrived at. But it does draw attention to what one hopes is worthy work and helps it sell<br /><br /><br />*<br />If I had to assign an aesthetic label to myself it would be Post-Romantic. Basically, I'm a lyric poet concerned with things like the self. Which I guess might make me more of a modernist, but really, wasn't Mondernism in many ways just Romanticism adapted to the 20th century? Or so it seems to me.Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-56347212344784235792009-07-06T12:09:00.000-07:002009-07-06T13:21:56.049-07:00The Kids<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E2oa49_ckI/SlJMkfKJyOI/AAAAAAAAASA/0c_xkjZQ8rc/s1600-h/Henry+%26+Louisa+at+the+Shore+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E2oa49_ckI/SlJMkfKJyOI/AAAAAAAAASA/0c_xkjZQ8rc/s320/Henry+%26+Louisa+at+the+Shore+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355427096620026082" /></a><br />The twins are now 5 months old, and since they were about 4 months I can't stop thinking about death. Or I should say, death feels much more real to me. Palpable. The fact that I am going to die. Also the fact that my wife and I are actually going to get old together. Like, I can actually imagine it as a real thing and not some abstraction. <br /><br />Maybe it has something to do with the sudden very real feeling (to me) about the type of person I have become: a parent. It's absolutely something from which there is no turning back, no matter how terrified I may get. <br /><br />How do other people do this? I don't mean to sound like some depressed teen, but how do you walk around knowing full well that you will one day no longer exist. That people you love will suffer and feel immense sadness about your absence. And then they will move on. <br /><br />Every time I drive a car or cross the street I think: if I die now, my kids will have no father. My wife will have to raise them alone. I won't see them grow up. (I won't even go into what it's like to imagine something hapening to one or both of my kids.)<br /><br />I understand more than ever the urge to run, to try and escape it all. It's too big, too impossible to imagine, but also way too real. But I don't understand how anyone does actually run. It's all right there, no matter where you go or how much you drink or the drugs you do.<br /><br />Your sins will find you. It's like a Bruce Springsteen song. The couple beat down by life, but still somehow carrying on, their dead hopes and dreams surrounding them. The River. Racing in the Streets. Atlantic City. The Promisedland.Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-24723326848440190142009-06-30T14:28:00.000-07:002009-06-30T14:29:06.433-07:00CUE Has Gone OnlineFounded in 2004 as a print journal of prose poetry based in Tucson, Arizona, CUE is now exclusively an online journal of poetry and poetics, and we've just launched our first issue at www.cuejournal.com <br /><br />The debut issue, guest-edited by Mark Horosky, includes new work by Elizabeth Willis, Richard Siken, Matt Hart, Sarah Manguso, Tony Mancus, Dorothea Lasky, Tim Peterson, Reb Livingston, Chaz McCallahan, Mathias Svalina & Julia Cohen, and Jason Labbe.<br /><br />CUE will be open to all types of poetry (prose and otherwise) but will skew toward work that emphasizes sound, word play, and the more material aspects of language.<br /><br />For those of you with blogs, I hope you'll help us spread the word. For those of you with journals of your own, I hope you'll consider linking us to your website, favors we'll reciprocate in kind.<br /><br />In the coming weeks and months I'll be tinkering with the site a bit, adding a links section of our own, posting reviews and interviews as they become available.<br /><br />Expect new issues to go up every 3–4 months.<br /><br />Best,<br />Morgan Lucas Schuldt<br />Editor, CUEPoetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-38149645213580694652009-06-26T07:36:00.000-07:002009-06-26T07:39:35.180-07:00Reading Tuesday June 30 with Farrah Field, Ada Limon and Justin MarksI'll be reading for the launch of the newest issue of Effing Magazine this coming Tuesday with Farrah Field and Ada Limon. Hope you can join us.<br /><br /><strong>Tues., June 30, 6:00 p.m. sharp, free<br />ACA Galleries<br />529 W. 20th St., 5th Flr.<br />NYC</strong><br /> <br />Music from Katie May<br /><br />There will be wine, cheese, and crackers, too.<br /><br />Curated and with an introduction by Boog City editor David Kirschenbaum<br /><br />------<br /><br />**Effing Press<br />http://www.effingpress.com/<br /><br />Effing Press was founded by Scott Pierce in 2002 in Austin, Texas. To date, Effing has published over 30 books and eight issues of the effing magazine, all designed, printed, and bound in-house by volunteers. Effing also provides design and letterpress printing services. <br /><br /><br />*Performer Bios*<br /><br />**Farrah Field<br />http://adultish.blogspot.com/<br /><br />Farrah Field’s poems have appeared in Chelsea, Harp & Altar, Harpur Palate, Margie, Massachusetts Review, Mississippi Review, Pool, and Typo. She was born in Cheyenne, Wyoming and raised in Nebraska, Colorado, Louisiana, Arkansas, Sicily, and Belgium. She lives in Brooklyn.<br /><br /><br />**Ada Limón<br />http://adalimon.blogspot.com/<br /><br />Ada Limon's first book, lucky wreck, was the winner of the Autumn House Poetry Prize and her second, This Big Fake World, was the winner of the Pearl Poetry Prize. Her third book of poems, Sharks in the Rivers, will be published by Milkweed Editions next year.<br /><br /><br />**Justin Marks<br />http://justinanselmarks.blogspot.com/<br /><br />Justin Marks' first book is A Million in Prizes (New Issues Press). He is also the author of several chapbooks, the most recent being Voir Dire (Rope-a-Dope Press). New work can be found in the Raleigh Quarterly and Tusculum Review. He is the founder and editor of Kitchen Press Chapbooks and lives in New York City with his wife and their infant son and daughter.<br /><br /><br />**Katie May<br />http://www.myspace.com/katiemaysingforyou<br /><br />Katie May has had jobs serving fries, making marimbas, and telling at banks.<br /><br />----<br /><br />Directions:<br />C/E to 23rd St., 1/9 to 18th St.<br />Venue is bet. 10th and 11th avenuesPoetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-16734904496699501462009-06-24T11:19:00.000-07:002009-06-24T11:21:17.147-07:00VIDEOS!<a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/gal8573">from the Deep Moat reading I did with Julia Cohen and Heather Green</a></li>Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550755802837919761.post-59347059134909124642009-06-23T09:12:00.000-07:002009-11-06T07:45:40.878-08:00I Gots Some New Poems<a href="http://www.harpandaltar.com/interior.php?t=p&i=6&p=53&e=152">in the latest issue of Harp & Altar</a></li>Poetry Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443883920283294678noreply@blogger.com0