I is to Vorticism

Hearty congratulations to Ben Mirov, winner of the 2009 DIAGRAM/New Michigan Press chapbook contest. Read the press release–including exultant blurbs from Dobby Gibson and the great Elaine Equi–over here (pdf). That page also has a poem from the book, and an order form–you’ll want the latter after reading the former. Also, here’s Ben’s blog. Also^2, you can find even more Mirov in the premiere issue of Maggy, a sweet-ass new poetry journal that will be getting its own post later this week. (You’ll also find him in the next Agriculture Reader.) Anyway, congrats again to Ben, and here’s another poem from I is to Vorticism, which I was super-delighted to receive in the mail the other day, and have been happily working my way through:

Wind-Up Birds

Dear Mr. Murakami:

I am like that guy in your novel

who goes down in the well

and gets trapped there until

he finds a secret passage and escapes

or maybe someone lowers a ladder?

I don’t remember where he goes next

but I’ve wanted to tell you this

since I read your book in San Francisco

after a horrible breakup and discovered

a pale blue light behind my eyes

I had never noticed before.

I thought you’d written your book about me

without knowing it, of course.

I had the urge to write you a letter

explaining this but I didn’t want

to freak you out. I just wanted

to say thanks for being in my poem

and for the sense of wellness

that pervades my life these days.

P.S. I almost forgot to ask!

What should I do next?

Author Spotlight / 8 Comments
January 12th, 2010 / 1:47 pm

William Burroughs’s Stuff

Peter Ross took some photos of possessions found in Burroughs’s windowless New York City apartment, preserved since his death in 1997. Here is an interview where he explains the project.

Behind the Scenes / 2 Comments
January 12th, 2010 / 1:43 pm

In Georgia today Gov. Sonny Perdue is arguing for a new bill that will make teachers’ pay pend on how their students’ testing scores come out. Somehow the program will also cost taxpayers. Curriculum remains unexamined. In other news, though I still don’t like Kid A, I listened to “Everything in its Right Place” 57 times in repetition at JFK airport and on the plane returning home.

SURFING FOR WRITERS

riding giants

So last night while I was under hypnosis, my hypnotherapist, who is also a friend from school, was trying to return me to the memory of being in a mental & physical place where I could write with intense focus and without distractions.  And something fairly strange happened.
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Craft Notes & Random / 82 Comments
January 12th, 2010 / 11:37 am

Barry Graham shoutout at Chicago Now. He’ll be reading tonight at Quickies! (along with others who glow like tongue-cannons)

When you wake up this morning, before you start in on eating your greasy sausage, start your day by eating a poem at No Tell Motel. They feature one poet each week, one poem posted each work day.

Check out the future contributors below,  plan a year of healthy mornings.

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January 12th, 2010 / 2:46 am

A Note from the Tyrant

The Tyrant Giancarlo Ditrapano sends a word:

Hullo. The New York Tyrant has opened submissions again. I know, I know. It’s been awhile, but hold off on giving me shit before I have a chance to explain. See, I have this huge fear of submissions readers. Besides pieces suggested from friends, I am the only reader I have. That’s a bad idea, I know. The reason why I won’t take on any readers is due to the fear that they might pass over something good. I mean, I know I don’t have magic eyes or anything but what if something really great got passed up? To avoid this I’ve always had a small submissions window in order to not get too bogged down and forced to make hasty decisions. I mean, staring down a pile of slush and saying, “I’m fixing to end you, you mother,” and then going at it and throwing them so fast into the rejection pile that you never really have a chance to read their name, well, it ain’t so fair. You’d be lucky if I even got past your title. Sometimes even the first name is as far as I’d get (“There is no way I am publishing another fucking Thomas this year, sorry!”). That would be terrible. Then I would be at the bar later on, drunk, doing drugs in the bathroom with someone I don’t even like and I’d be telling them, “Yeah, I went through like 200 submissions today.” And he’d be, “That’s impossible.” And I’d be, “No, it isn’t, I’ll show you. How much of that is left? Let’s go back to mine and I’ll show you.” And we’d go back to mine and I’d say, “See!” and he’d say the slush pile looks like I didn’t really go through it but just kind of moved it to the side a bit. And he’d be right. And I’d be sad. And you’d be cheated.

But I met someone though. I took a class on plumbing this summer and met someone I think I can trust. Luke Goebel. He’ll be handling the direct submissions for now. Great guy. Plus, he lives a magical kind of life. The other day he was swimming with dolphins in fucking Hawaii (sounds cheesy but you just know it isn’t cheesy at all once you’re doing it) and an hour later was rejecting submissions for me. I need that kind of sunny extension of myself because I’m a fucking mess. It’s freezing cold in New York, my apartment is getting smaller (it really is!), and I am almost done smoking all of the non-menthol cigarettes in Hell’s Kitchen. I can no longer read the labels on my prescriptions (“Wait, is that even my name?”) and I’m thinking about shaving my head. I need a man in Havana (nonsense). I need a Marlow (not nonsense).

So, you still mad? Cool. Submissions are open. Please put it inside me. submissions@nytyrant.com

P.S. Check our submissions page first. There are only like two rules.

P.P.S. Disregard the cash prize thing on postcard. Shit’s old.

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January 12th, 2010 / 12:26 am

“I am more proud of the books I have read than the books I have written.”   Jorge Francisco Isidoro Luis Borges Acevdeo

A Failed Entertainment

Guess I gotta start making plans again to go back to NY:

The Gallery at the LeRoy Neiman Center for Print Studies Presents:

A FAILED ENTERTAINMENT
Selections from the filmography of James O. Incandenza
Exhibition Dates: Jan 29 – Feb 19th
Opening Reception: Friday, Jan 29th, 6-8 pm
Film Screening to take place during opening reception.

Included as a footnote in Wallace’s novel is the Complete filmography of James O. Incandenza, a detailed list of over 70 industrial, documentary, conceptual, advertorial, technical, parodic, dramatic non-commercial, and non-dramatic commercial works. The LeRoy Neiman Gallery has commissioned artists and filmmakers to re-create seminal works from Incandenza’s filmography.

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January 11th, 2010 / 5:44 pm