Tag Archives: Diana Salier

Diana Salier’s “What I Say When You Ask What I’m Up To” (a Moving Poem)

29 Apr

Here we go, couch castles fortify against the blues in this video for Diana Salier’s poem “What I Say When You Ask What I’m Up To.”  I dig the paper room and its paper furnishings and paper Diana cradling a laptop or standing around, trying to figure out what indeed she’s up to, what she’ll be up to next, and after that.


What Would You Carry On Your Vouched Table?

31 May

I shouted this into Facebook and Twitter World and got some cool lists from Ravi Mangla, Mel Bosworth, Rob MacDonald, KMA Sullivan, and Diana Salier. I added my own list and babblethoughts and BOOM a new column in the Vouched Satellite/Smalldoggies Magazine series is up. CHECK IT PLZ.

Also, what would be on your own Vouched Table? Seriously, tell us, tell us!

Single-Sentence Review: Letters From Robots by Diana Salier

28 May

Letters From Robots
by Diana Salier
Night Bomb Press, 2012

Good gracious we grow up and we get jobs and we try to be Adult, but that churn-churn yaps at our guts where we’d rather ride our bikes around and drink and talk loudly and text message lovely people, which is the reminder that the poems in Diana Salier’s first book Letter From Robots issue, that it is okay to stumble in some rowdiness, that it is good to be wacky with the lights on.

Zack Morris, An Obsession by Natalie Nuzzo at NAP

22 May

That awesome Diana Salier has taken over poetry picker duty for NAP and look at this new issue, specifically let’s lean our faces towards this poem “Zack Morris, An Obsession” by Natalie Nuzzo, oh how awesome I like it, how it radiates the obsession, the locked-in heart’s musicality, the distracted-by-narrow-narrow-focus brain’s bounce, the story smacked into shape by this big O word obsession, yes.

Here’s a super part:

LA Looks hair gel and stolen eyeliner
pancake makeup fists full of Cover Girl
and Aussie Stiff Spray works well
with Zack’s summer job
at the Sands Country Club

AC Slater’s nips were visible in that
tight green and white striped polo
Da Boss short fat dago Mr. Carossi
of course from New York City,
specifically Brooklyn, NYC
Such a bummer, he was
last name like so Italian and grossi !