Posts Tagged ‘Forklift Ohio’

Friday, February 19th, 2010

Yeehaw! New issue of Forklift, Ohio! Go get one!

Friday, January 8th, 2010

Coldfront has posted their Year in Review 2009 ranking all things poetical, or not. Best ranking categories: Best Opening and Closing Lines in a Collection. Best Cover. And Dean Young’s 31 Poems (Forklift, Ink) got a nod in the Best Selected/Collected category (the book DOES rock) and the Best Physical Artifact category (while looking like a million bucks).

DON’T LET THE LIGHT BLIND YOU: A Q&A with poet Alexis Orgera

Thursday, March 5th, 2009

 

I am afraid, dear illuminator,

to tell you the truth. – “Book of Hours (Two)”

 

Of all the sweet, sweet things I saw/met/read/drank at AWP, one of the sweeter ones was a little chapbook called Illuminatrix, by a poet named Alexis Orgera. Illuminatrix is published by Forklift, Ink, the book arm of Matt Hart & Eric Appleby’s immeasurably badass magazine Forklift, Ohio. Anyway, my magazine was sharing a booth with Forklift, and so I was able to acquire Alexis’s book and spend a bit of time with her, without having to even leave the confines of our little patch of carpeting. It was very Dorothy Gale. (I was wearing beautiful red shoes.)

Illuminatrix is a skinny, fascinating book. Light is not exactly a novel theme for poetry, but this is surely a take on it that you’ve never encountered before. Orgera isn’t interested in light which dapples birch branches or reminds the poet of his childhood home–this is anything but SoQ country, is my point–her light issues forth from the place where physics meets metaphysics; it hearkens back to a time when mathematics was a branch of philosophy, then suitably distorts that mindset so it can live in a world of electric vacuums and lamps. Orgera’s “illuminators” are characters, all sharing the same name/title and therefore distinguished only by their actions–or else the poet’s frame of mind when, as above, she addresses one of them directly. In fact they are not distinguishable from one another. It is as if they have obtained a fluidity of identity and being, or perhaps are all part of the same secret order of shining ninja monks. After the jump, I Q&A with Alexis about her book, Florida, Dean Young and Courtney Love. But first! A poem from Illuminatrix:

 

“Falling”

 

There was some wabi-sabi between them

and like cherry blossoms they fell

 

into bed. There’s nothing in me that’s light, she said.

He buried his head between her legs

 

to make her sing. But there was no song

in her. She was thinking

 

about the impermanence of motion.

He was thinking about the inescapable

 

nothingness he felt on Sunday afternoons.

How life is a series of lightbulbs nobody uses.

 

A series of odd delinquencies called weekends

in which the ancient wabi-sabi drools between them.

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ALL POINTS BULLETIN: Matt Hart to make Saturday worthwhile

Friday, November 14th, 2008

Matt Hart, the genius author of Who’s Who Vivid and editor/publisher of the stellar Forklift, Ohio, will be appearing on The Joe Milford Poetry Show tomorrow, and I hope you will all tune in. Not only is Matt a great editor/publisher, and a fantastic poet, but he’s got a bar-none reading style that pretty much doubles the pleasure of what was already some of the best shit going these days. Don’t screw this one up.