
This will be as mushy as it gets.
At The Fanzine, Jeff Johnson considers Ben Lerner’s Mean Free Path.
Dennis Cooper hosts the official online launch of Mark Gluth’s The Late Works of Margaret Kroftis. I have yet to hear anything but the best about this book.
Because we love Roger Ebert now, we are interested in his review of Valentine’s Day.
“Valentine’s Day” is being marketed as a Date Movie. I think it’s more of a First-Date Movie. If your date likes it, do not date that person again. And if you like it, there may not be a second date.
Also, did you know that Ebert wrote a book called Your Movie Sucks ?
William Deresiewicz on Tolstoy at The Nation. (I’ve become such a committed Deresiewicz reader I can now type his last name without having to check the spelling first–I check after, and I’m usually right. This goes for you, too, Moe Tkacik.)
NYTea Time: Dominique Browning is quite taken with Cathleen Schine’s The Three Weissmanns of Westport. She locates the book in the updated-Austen trend, but hastens to identify a crucial distinguishing feature: “The strange thing about the Jane brigade is that most of its practitioners have raided only her plots, apparently not quite up to the task of honoring the essence of Austen. But Schine’s homage has it all: stinging social satire, mordant wit, delicate charm, lilting language and cosseting materialistic detail.” Hey, there’s a new Peter Handke book! And Adam Haslett wrote a novel! About the financial crisis! Michiko Kakutani did not like Union Atlantic–-but that was on a Monday; Liesl Schillinger likes it quite a lot today. What else? Jon Caramanica looks at a couple of rock & roll books; Catherine Rampell on the interesting-looking academic-ish-seeming, Capitalism and the Jews by Jerry Z. Muller; Dahlia Lithwick on death row lawyer David R. Dow’s memoir, Autobiography of an Execution; and Todd Pruzan makes my weekend.
Happy Sunday!
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February 14th, 2010 / 11:58 am
Just heard the sad news that Lucille Clifton has died.
wishes for sons
by Lucille Clifton
i wish them cramps.
i wish them a strange town
and the last tampon.
I wish them no 7-11.
i wish them one week early
and wearing a white skirt.
i wish them one week late.
later i wish them hot flashes
and clots like you
wouldn’t believe. let the
flashes come when they
meet someone special.
let the clots come
when they want to.
let them think they have accepted
arrogance in the universe,
then bring them to gynecologists
not unlike themselves.
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February 13th, 2010 / 11:53 pm
Sandwiched somewhere in between the recently published Kenning Anthology of Poets Theater, and the amazing trajectory of Ugly Duckling Press Publications, newcomers Lightful Press released their first book late last year: Play, by Liz Waldner.
Play details a sequence of otherworldly occurrences in a land of language play. And it does so in a very theatrical format. From its letterpress cover to the dialogue among its lines, Play contains a multitude of language tableaus that encourage readers to experience poetic form in a tactile and performance-oriented way.
Waldner suggests performance, by bending her poetic text closer to graphic score, through typographic designs, closer to script, via dialogue, and closer to dance through rhyme and repetition, and overt stage directions, like: “I say, don’t I know you from somewhere?/Who are you?/(song&dance ensue)“.
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February 13th, 2010 / 2:20 pm
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0YcIw09qBc
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February 12th, 2010 / 8:35 pm
I drank martini after martini while they “workshopped” their poems.
We extend the language.
We take our gin warm and neat.
I am writing this on a cocktail table in dim light.
My voice had a terrifying whiskey tone.
Speaking in public, be quite drunk, be manic, be very well prepared.
Planting words in you like a grass seed.
Let me sleep in your bed.
If someone burns out your eye I will take your socket and use it for an ashtray.
Fool!
You do drink me.
I sounded a bit drunk—but those things do happen.
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February 12th, 2010 / 6:37 pm
Some borrowing:
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SnFcoE_YtNA
(I really love the “here’s one of my old 45s on a record player” genre of Youtube videos.)
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February 12th, 2010 / 4:59 pm

Mike Sorrentino
Mike “The Situation” Sorrentino calls himself “The Situation” because his abdominal muscles, per his perception of them, are so extreme in their contour and firmness, that it has become, well, a situation. To refer to oneself in not just the third-person, but as an incident, is freaking awesome. I was immediately drawn to Mike very early on in the show because of his difficulty with women. Despite the hot tubs, Korbel, body lotion, and other courting paraphernalia, he never quite scored. Here, a neurotic man under a sheath of muscle. In the season finale, he makes out with roommate Snooki — a sad letdown to a season full of potential snatch, in which two scratched hearts (he was quickly rejected by Sammi after a brief window of interest) mend each other with the wet gauze of tongues. I was actually subdued by their awkward, tentative compassion, as it was very sad.
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February 12th, 2010 / 4:04 pm

i forgot until *after* posting this that i once smoked a cigarette with martin amis outside a PEN event. nice guy, rolls them by hand.
When Stephen King’s wife radically rerouted his career by pulling the manuscript of Carrie out of the trash, she had to clean the cigarette ash off of it before she could read it. Later on he said that his pace as a writer slowed down for years when he quit smoking; without the nicotine, his pace was simply slower.
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February 12th, 2010 / 2:23 pm