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Ben Mirov is Unemployed, Reads Books, Lives in Oakland

Friday, July 1st, 2011

I just moved to Oakland, CA from Brooklyn, NY. I’m unemployed, so I’m reading more books than usual. And growing a beard.  Here are some of the books surrounding me and some thoughts about them and a pic of my beard.

 

 

 

Moving Day by Ish Klein (Canarium Books, 2011)

Usually when someone says a book of poems is “weird” it means the poems are ephemerally weird. Like the weirdness is a novelty to grab attention. Real weirdness permeates content and form, like it does in Ish’s book. The sentences and lines are like little adjustments to the readers attention. It feels like your being nudged into an ultimately more complex and valenced sensitivity of your self and the world.

sample lines: Yes, yes larval. / Larvelous was the eye—the stars, / they were wondering, “When is X coming out?” /  Considering the material, X will be something!”

 

Nick Demske by Nick Demske (FENCE Books, 2010)

Sometimes when I read sonnets all I can think is “fuck sonnets”. I’m pretty sure Nick Demske thinks this too, which is why he wrote a book of sonnets. Feels like this book was written by your drug dealer friend in high school who was smarter and better read than everyone in your class, but was destined to burn out and spend the rest of his life as a low-level bureaucrat in the same town you grew up in. Poems feel like they are “in your face”. Some lines break in the middle of words in a way that is perturbing/engaging. Funny letter of congratulations on the back from Rep. Paul Ryan (R-WI), better than any blurb.

sample lines: Unsanitized hypodermia. Full dorsal poetry. Homos say / What. Say what? Say when.                  I’m going to buttfuck / You in the mouth. I know where you live.

 

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3 Books I Recently Loved [Cardinale, Brodak, Demske]

Tuesday, December 21st, 2010

The Size of the Universe by Joseph Cardinale [FC2] This is one of the most spiritual books I’ve read in a while, reconceiving memory and mourning and expectation and instance and the animal under god all in six semantically locked stories of beautifully rendered post-Beckettian sentencery: really really refreshing and powerful in a really moving way. Having read certain of these works in past issues of New York Tyrant, I had high expectations already for Cardinale’s full throttle, and even more so the work as a whole functions as a bigger unit, each portrait of ruptured emotion-memory and space fractal mapping kind of splintering and biting into the others, a shell of shells. Logic, faith, lost revelation, searching, repetition, lurching to change the body, histories: “She said as they grow older one eye moves to the other side and the skull twists after it.” A son and mother wait for the reappearance of a water-walking figure they can only assume is god coming across the face of a drowned city; a man enrolls in astronomy classes after the death of his wife in search of sense from math and madness; a child hides in a tree from his sister and stumbles and disrupts space-time. In Cardinale’s pacing, soothe-speak voice portraits of what could seem mass-histrionic, terrifying are somehow dream-made and real once, touching a space that touches back. “And yet if we all joined together to make a living animal out of nothing we would eventually give up.”

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A Little Middle of the Night by Molly Brodak [University of Iowa] The image on the front of this book resembles two things, at least: first, perhaps, a ridiculously fat white gravelly tree rising from a mottled puddle up to a eggy mountain fog that caps the sky; and or second, perhaps, a mushroom cloud explosion placed casually among a landscape of bottlebrush trees, the destruction contained to something like a summit where the apex of the hurt casually, menacingly gathers. I don’t know where the image came from, or how intently it was aimed at the book, but the description of it in my head is more the poems than the image really; the images here, the ideas in them, contain at once a calm air of remove and something of great lurking, a color underneath a ledge. “Once I / woke up laughing. / Saw the limbs of the pine / row and paw. / I heard bells, split geologic. / Did anyone take a photo of me / while I was in the coma? / Why no.” There seems a brain wanting damage and not getting it fully, or not the right way, here in the midst, something joking with its sores, not impressed by lighthouses but still inside them. Ideas snatches from out of old books and placed in between what happens on a paper table or “where my power creeps out.” It’s creeping out all over the place. It’s a milk bath.

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Nick Demske by Nick Demske [Fence Books] I got excited about the results of 2010’s Fence Modern Poets Series contest immediately when I knew that Joyelle McSweeney was the deciding judge; that meant the book was going to bat its face at some shit, make new words, be wild in the eyes and knees and chestmeat, give me something to laugh at in the black parts, go whoa a lot, read while standing up, get slurred the fuck up. Indeed, Nick Demske’s Nick Demske is a mashup city of where am I’s, and who is tickling my other body? “I reinvent the solar / Powered flash light every night. I malfunct / Ion like an elapsed R&B singer’s wardrobe.” Demske freaks words apart, gets nasty a lot, says things you might imagine muttered on gas or syrup. You just want to quote and quote it. “I’m going to buttfuck / you in the mouth. I know where you live.” or “God is a virgin, / Which explains a lot. God is a Christian, / Initiating full-blown AIDS like foreplay.” I mean I’d take this thing to the White House and sneak in the back with some candy and a big torch if being rad wasn’t illegal. Just as fast, too, the getting fucked gets fucked and goes back to real hell logic, real you-can’t-do-this-in-comedyland: “I like banjos. I like / It’ll grow back. You are the first black / Person I have ever met in real life. This / Alcove a strobe so ablaze with resplendence / The sun itself cast doth a shadow! O my nasty God. / Votive pyromania. You people.” Yeah, buy this motherfucker and get busy eating a big one.

Random Live Reading of Recent Books I Liked #4 (take 2)

Monday, November 22nd, 2010

You missed the live random reading, but you can still check out the books I read from (the recorder malfunctioned so there is no video archive):

The Mechanics of Homosexual Intercourse by Lonely Christopher [Little House on the Bowery]
Nick Demske by Nick Demske [Fence]
Orange Juice by Timothy Willis Sanders [Awesome Machine]
Asunder by Robert Lopez [Dzanc]
Ventrakl by Christian Hawkey [UDP]
The Size of the Universe by Joseph Cardinale [FC2]
Glass is Really a Liquid by Bruce Covey [No Tell]
7 Controlled Vocabularies by Tan Lin [Wesleyan]
Avatar by Evan Lavender-Smith [Six Gallery]

New from Fence Books

Monday, November 2nd, 2009

Exciting news from Fence:

lake1. Fence Books has four new titles either out or imminently out. Please visit our new titles page to see them, read a little of them, buy them. If you want to buy all of them at once, you will get a great deal on that ($13 off plus free shipping in the US).

2. HOLIDAY DEALS. Really great options for pleasing your friends with gifts. Giant discounts on: Brandon Downing’s imminent Lake Antiquity; the accurately titled anthology Not for Mothers Only: Contemporary Poems on Child-Getting and Child-Rearing; the shrinkwrapped A Best of Fence: The First Nine Years, Vols 1 & 2; and the aforementioned ALL FOUR NEW FENCE BOOKS BOOKS.

3. Fence Books is delighted to announce the winner of the 2010 Fence Modern Poets Series, selected by Joyelle McSweeney from an excellent bunch of finalists: a self-titled manuscript by Nick Demske, to be published in the fall of 2010.

Nick Demske lives in Racine, Wisconsin, and works there at the Racine Public Library. He curates the BONK! performance series in Racine and is the editor of the online forum boo: a journal of terrific things. Visit Nick at nickipoo.wordpress.com.

jobThe finalists were:

Aquarium, Jon Woodward of Brighton, MA
Blutopic, Shane Book of San Francisco, CA
Cryptography for R. Lansberry, Robin Clarke of Pitttsburgh, PA
From Old Notebooks, Evan Lavender-Smith of Las Cruces, NM
I Saw A Theft Occur, Will Smiley of Cedar Rapids, IA
I Shall Love Death As Well, Brandon Shimoda of Seattle, WA
Negro League Baseball, Harmony Holiday of New York, NY
Palm Trees, Nick Twemlow of Iowa City, IA
Puberty, Michael Thomas Taren of Hanover, PA
Symphony No. 2, Emily Gropp of Pittsburgh, PA
The Accordion Repertoire, Franklin Bruno of New York, NY
The getting rid of that which cannot be done without, Anthony Madrid of Chicago, IL
Whale in the Woods, Blueberry Elizabeth Morningsnow of Iowa City, IA