Poetry News For March 10, 2008

Poetry News:

— Usually when I think, “Here’s something a poem needs to be written about,” I get as far away from pen and paper as I possibly can —

— Here is a poem giving pi to 21 digits when you replace each word with the number of letters in that word —

— Small Press and Publishing Panel —

— I am Cathal’s publisher for 20 years and I don’t think his poems should be used in this film. I have asked for them to be removed…. —

— Forage a fierce achievement —

— Vanishing Point by Robert Thomas —

— Why you should be enraged by literary liars —

— the 100 best last lines from novels —

Someone arrived at this blog yesterday via a Google search for “poem, the shepherd to hip love” and that made me laugh. Hmm “S” and “P” are kinda far away on the keyboard.

Maybe that poem appears in an anthology alongside “Stopping By The Foods On A Snowy Evening.” Feel free to post, in the comments, what other titles appear in that anthology. That cracks me up. And I could use some levity.

Tags: Cathal O'Searcaigh, Cathy Smith Bowers, Graywolf, Magdalenda Dorina Suciu, micropresses, No Tell Books, Olimpia Iacob, pi, Rita Wong, Robert Thomas, small press, Tin House, Ugly Duckling Presse
Posted in Poetry News |

This entry was posted on Monday, March 10th, 2008 at 12:00 am and is filed under Poetry News. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.

Poetry News For March 9, 2008«

»Poetry News For March 11, 2008

7 comments

Justin:

Edgar Allan Roe’s “The Maven”

Christopher Kmart’s “Jubilate Acne” or “JUbilate Agnes” (two letters off)

Bark Strand’s “Ophelia’s a bone” (”Orpheus Alone”)

Allen Linsberg’s “Bowl”

Paul Simmon’s “The Hound of Silence” (a sequel to the Sherlock Holmes novel)

William Shakespear’s “The Cape of Lucrece”

March 10th, 2008 at 7:34 am

Jilly Dybka:

Bowl.

hahaha

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by 7-10 splits

March 10th, 2008 at 10:38 am

Matt:

For the Bunion Dead

March 10th, 2008 at 2:15 pm

Justin:

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
7-10 splits, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the snack bar arcades at dawn
looking for a nacho fix,
male pattern baldness hipsters burning with athlete’s foot
waiting in line at the ball polisher machin-
ery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat
up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
team benches floating across the tops of overhead
scorecards contemplating boards,
who bared their hernias to Heaven under the kleegs and
saw the waitress full of beer pitchers pass them by
en route to the league champion’s lane,
who passed through Wednesday Family Leagues with wrist guards
hallucinating pearl colored urethane and Blake-light
tragedy,
among Sunday announcers,
who were expelled from the alleys for too many finger holes,
no hooks and testing the foul lines of the
skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in polo shirts, wax-
ing their shoes in wastebaskets and listening
to the Terror through the wall,