Rebecca Gayle Howell & Nick Flynn (04/24/13)

20 May

On 24 April, Rebecca Gayle Howell read at Cleveland State University to celebrate the release of her first collection of poetry Render: An Apocalypse (Cleveland State Poetry Center, 2013), which was selected by Nick Flynn for this year’s CSU Poetry Center’s Fist Book Prize. In the book’s forward, Flynn writes that Howell’s poems contain a voice that “is strong,” in that  ”it insists, it compels, it occasionally lunges” so as to push or cajole the reader into a their meditative worlds. Below is a video of Howell reading Render’s opening poem “The Petition”:

Flynn also read at the event. Below is his rendition of a poem he wrote in the wake of the Boston Marathon bombing, simply titled “Marathon“:

Matt Hart at BONK! (03/16/13)

16 May

On 16 March, Matt Hart read at the 54th installment of the Nick Demske-curated BONK! performance series in Racine, WI. Hart, although promoting his new book Debacle Debacle (H_NGM_N B__KS, 2013), read selections from all five of his collections. In the below video, Hart reads his poem “My Wife on Vicodin Kissing,” from his fourth book Wolf Face (H_NGM_N B__KS, 2010):

Dossiers: Poetry & Ohio, Dana Ward

15 May

In early March, Futurepoem released Dana Ward’s second full-length collection of poetry, The Crisis of Infinite Worlds. On 28 March, Ward visited Case Western Reserve University to perform his work for the Poets of Ohio reading series. The first piece he read, “Our Songs,” can be streamed below:

Farewell, from Vouched Indy

15 May

First Vouched Books table outside Big Car Gallery, October 10, 2010

First Vouched Books table outside Big Car Gallery, October 10, 2010


I’ve been wrestling with this for months, and especially in the last several weeks. Even still, I feel a race and a crush in my chest as I type this: June 7th will be the last Vouched Indy table. I’ve decided to close up shop here and transfer the flag to Vouched Atlanta, where Laura has been doing absolutely incredible things to build and promote the small press and literary culture.

I want to say thank you to all the readers, writers, and publishers who have supported Vouched from the very beginning, some now defunct: PANK, Annalemma, Mud Luscious, Publishing Genius, Hobart, Artifice, Rose Metal, DZANC, Magic Helicopter. The list goes on and on. And those are just the publishers–that’s not to mention the hundreds of incredible people I’ve met in the past three years: Roxane Gay, Matt Bell, Molly Gaudry, JA Tyler, Adam Robinson, Justin Sirois, Matt Seigel, Aaron Burch, Casey Hannan, Tim Jones-Yelvington, Tadd Adcox, xTx, Devan Goldstein, Aubrey Hirsch, on and on and on.

Lastly, I want to thank my wonderful contributors, past and present and future. I wouldn’t have lasted this long without all of you–especially without Tyler Gobble and his boundless energy, Laura and her gumption. I can’t wait to see what Laura builds as admiral of the Vouched fleet.

The small press community has shaped and changed my life in ways I can’t even express, and I will remain grateful to the eventual grave. I intend to remain a part of it in some way, will probably hang around and post a review here or there, and look forward to seeing everyone at future AWPs and readings. Here’s to Vouched. Here’s to you all. Here’s to everyone who has ever understood what it means to be small.

Loose Change Magazine wants to go to print!

14 May

With the closures of some of our favorite publishers and literary journals over the past few months, I think it’s important we keep our chin up and focus on some new and exciting developments that are being made with other journals. Tyler brought our attention to the good stuff at Matter Monthly last week. Now I’d like to draw your attention to our friends at Loose Change Magazine.

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Loose Change is ascending! In March they released a new website and their third volume and threw a party to celebrate. Now they’re in the process of raising funds to release their first ever print issue! Read all about it their power2give fundraiser page.

The Big Big Mess (05/10/13): Zeller, Alessandrelli, & Hall

14 May

On Friday 10 May, Corey Zeller, Jeff Alessandrelli, and Joe Hall descended upon Akron, OH and read their poems for The Big Big Mess Reading Series. Below are a few videos from the event:

Corey Zeller reads from his recently released full-length Man Vs. Sky (Yes Yes Books, 2013):

Jeff Alessandrelli reads from recently released chapbook People are Places are Places are People (Imaginary Friend Press, 2013):

Joe Hall reads from his recently released full-length Devotional Poems (Black Ocean, 2013):

New Factory Hollow Press Releases

13 May

In March of this year, Factory Hollow Press, which is the publishing imprint of Flying Object, released Rachel B. Glaser’s Moods and Seth Landman’s Sign You Were Mistaken. Both books are the debut collections for each poet (although Publishing Genius released the short story collection Pee on Water by Glaser a few years ago).

Glaser’s Moods thrives on humor and pop culture references that remind one of the early writing by New York School poets, such as Kenneth Koch and John Ashbery. Take, for instance, the following excerpt from the poem “Thanksgiving didn’t happen”:

we can say Jesus existed
he was he good looking, charismatic
and once did a magic trick

if we still hate the cat tomorrow
let’s tie him to the tracks

when we all smoked catnip together, I lied
I did feel different

something else I didn’t tell you was
when I was in the WNBA
I had a very poor shooting streak and couldn’t admit it
I’d miss a three-point attempt
and pretend it was an ally-oop
“Where were you Swoops?! The ball was there,” I’d say,
“But where the hell were you?” (14)

A bit later in the same poem, after a digression concerning Julia Roberts and a series of humorous observations about but seemingly inane subject matter, Glaser invokes the poem’s title and completes its fragmented syntax:

                    Thanksgiving didn’t happen how they said
all it was, was two Indian boys
who shared some deer meat with two Pilgrim girls
and (big surprise)
their families freaked out
the girls got sent to boarding school
the boys were sent into the woods to “think” (15)

The references and humor, which spares no one, continues throughout the remainder of the collection at a furious pace, making for a quick and enjoyable read.

Landman’s Sign You Were Mistaken works as a counterpoint to Moods, at least to the extent that is a more meditative collection that forces a reader to slow down as they maneuver through the oftentimes irregular (or at least circuitous) syntax. For example, the poem “Story” begins with the following lines:

A very small train in silhouette is
a terrible way to travel is
to go back. (30)

Not only does this brief excerpt ruminate upon the nature of travel, but it does so in a manner that collapses two syntactic units into one another. In other words, the lines concatenate the sentences “A very small train in silhouette is a terrible way to travel” and “A terrible way to travel is to go back,” linking the two through their common phrase.

In other instances, such as in the “Hunt,” the poems produce a sinuous syntax through a series of qualifying phrases offset by excessive comma use:

                                               That
with this gaze I fix no word
in orbit is given, is gone,
like shape, melting into
twilight. (41)

The poem “Merry Christmas” follows a similar pattern:

                    Say you took it,
a lantern, twinkling once, more,
so long in the night
of spite and thunder.
But there was now, alive
for good, no sign of
spring, and yet there was
a pleasant chance
to think, and I sprang to do it. (48)

These syntactical techniques require readers to examine the relationships between words more closely, thus forcing us to consider more thoroughly the meditations within each poem.

While you wait for your copies of Factory Hollow Press’s new books to arrive in the mail, check out Glaser’s portrait paintings of NBA players and Landman’s musing on Fantasy Basketball.

Missing Elimae + Transitive Verbs

9 May

Found myself reminiscing and digging through Elimae’s archives this morning. Came across this gem from Stephanie Lane Sutton, Transitive Verb (coincidentally, the verbs I’ve been thinking about most often lately.) 

This is how we will unbutton: to cause an earthquake, which is to say
it was a disc, slipped, like a bone undone. What I look like from behind

walking away.

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A transitive verb : is to open the folds of : to spread or straighten : expand, as with an open map

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If you are the universe, it would explain the primal scum in your kitchen sink,
your ability to stack conversations, cheat at card games, how it is difficult
to explain without using you as a word in the definition…

 

 

Read the rest here

 

 

Dossiers: Poetry & Ohio, Sarah Gridley

7 May

For the final installment of the Poets of Ohio reading series on 18 April, Cleveland-native Sarah Gridley read from her new collection Loom (Omnidawn Publishing, 2013). Below is a video clip the event wherein Gridley reads her poem “Charcoal”:

After spending several years away from Ohio (in states such as Massachusetts, Montana, and Maine), Gridley returned to Cleveland a few years ago. In an interview with Joshua Marie Wilkinson (which originally appeared in the Denver Quarterly in 2010 and re-published last year in The Volta), Gridley had the following to say about her birth city:

How does one develop what Eliot calls “tender kinship for the face of the earth” when one’s childhood takes place in a part of the earth like Cleveland? This is what’s striking to me about being back here: despite the many ugly things about Cleveland, the severity of its physical and socio-economic decay, I find there is in me a habit of the blood, a sweet habit of the blood, that responds positively and lovingly to being here.

Through the sensory channels of memory, my lived experience at present finds weird communion with my lived experience from childhood. The native things, the snow, the rain, the winds, the thunder boomers and magnolias, the grime, winter’s flat gray light, the boarded up buildings, the ethereal, silver-leaf interior of Severance Hall, towering horse-chestnuts with blooms like candles, gloomy Lake Erie, the gentle Cuyahoga valley, downtown’s meager skyline—the good, the bad, and the ugly all flow through my blood creating a sense of loyalty and obligation that’s difficult to explain.

It is not that Cleveland doesn’t offer places of natural and manmade beauty; it is that you cannot possibly take them for granted. The scars of industry are livid here: they are, you might say, part of the city’s shame and its hope, its catalyst for re-direction and renovation. On a positive note: the Cuyahoga catching on fire did lead to the passage of the Clean Water Act in 1972, and the creation of the EPA (today, as cautionary reminder and/or badge of shame penance, Great Lakes Brewing Company makes a pale ale called “Burning River”). Today, there are a number of organizations and institutions working collaboratively to improve both economic and environmental sustainability, most notably, Green City Blue Lake, The Cleveland Foundation, and Cleveland Botanical Gardens.

Matter Monthly

7 May

These new online mag, Matter Monthly, just catapulted its first issue into the world. In their introduction (manifesto!), the editors conclude by describing their aim as such:

Matter is space where visual artists, poets, and writers of all genders, races, and ethnicities can contribute work without first bleeding it of subjectivity and criticality (whether of social and financial institutions, the other, or ourselves).  We hope what transpires will be an evolving forum for desired change, humor, and provocative art that transcends the false binary between politics and aesthetics, as well as lyric, language and conceptual antimonies based on perceived inabilities of those discourses (musical prosody, semiotic play, and formalist abstraction, in turns), for structural critique.

In these first pages, the kickstart is proper to this. We are given poems and prose and art that collapses timidity and frankly feels like one of the rawest, most oomphed issues of an online mag I’ve read. Very much stoked about future issues pushing this aim.

EXAMPLES:

from “How My Existentially Problematic Novel Unfolds” by Kyle McCord:

Your heart maybe many bears
beating their bike chains
and tire irons together.
I can’t prove otherwise.
This is a democracy,
so it’s your word against
my science.  My science
against this feeling that we are
often not alone when we are
often alone, I fear.
We are taking out the garbage
into the desolation
of some suburb,
but we don’t want this
in particular.
I ruin everything with my wanting.

(Untitled) by Robin Dluzen

from “Party Time” by Lina ramona Vitkauskas

The juice of solidarity
has become sour! We see

Woolly Mama models
of the newest clams,

throw out two dummy
dollars for everything cancer-

cleaned, lick the film to reveal
our bones. Beneath the swells of

our nation’s un-tuned harpsichord,
the war is constantly constant.

Check out the whole first issue!

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