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hunt for new issue of Octopus comes to glorious end
That’s right friends. You wished and you waited and now it’s true. Octopus #11 is here, and features new work from Dan Beachy-Quick, Cole Swenson, Joshua Marie Wilkinson, Tina Celona, and many more; also reviews: Dan Hoy takes on Hit Wave, Jon Leon’s awesome Kitchen Press chapbook; Forklift,Ohio’s own Brett Price reviews 19 Names for Our Band by Jibade-Khalil Huffman; Steven Karl reviews That Gorgeous Feeling by Sueyeun Juliette Lee, and–again, yes–many more. Do yourself a sweet, sweet favor and go check this thing out. Here’s one from the issue, picked more or less at random: “POEM” by Michael Earl Craig-
POEM
The nitwit danced with the congresswoman
at the spring picnic.
I went down to the river to take a good look at it.
I stood on the bank and said “God, if you do exist—”
A handsome puppet passed, dragging its puppeteer by the hand.
Also a Pekingese wearing a University of Mobile sweatshirt.
To those people who are always talking about “surrealism”
can I suggest opening your fucking eyes?
If you do this, you will see mothballs. And a green nightgown.
Tags: Michael Earl Craig, octopus magazine
Nice picture!
I liked that poem so much I googled him. And I found these:
http://www.jubilat.org/n9/craig.html
Nice picture!
I liked that poem so much I googled him. And I found these:
http://www.jubilat.org/n9/craig.html
Michael Earl Craig is a good example of someone who has refused to play the Zelda-esque gold coin collecting poetry capital game eloquently described by Mike Young in his earlier post. Craig lives in rural Montana and shoes horses for a living and is quietly writing some of the best poems around. If you like any of his few poems scattered online, I promise you you will greatly benefit from reading his books from Fence, “Yes, Master” and “Can You Relax in My House.” And no, I am not a company shill, just a citizen who has gained a lot from reading Craig’s work.
Michael Earl Craig is a good example of someone who has refused to play the Zelda-esque gold coin collecting poetry capital game eloquently described by Mike Young in his earlier post. Craig lives in rural Montana and shoes horses for a living and is quietly writing some of the best poems around. If you like any of his few poems scattered online, I promise you you will greatly benefit from reading his books from Fence, “Yes, Master” and “Can You Relax in My House.” And no, I am not a company shill, just a citizen who has gained a lot from reading Craig’s work.
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