SAFE TOILET SYNDROME by Prathna Lor
[SAFE TOILET SYNDROME has been published by bearcreekfeed.]
If there is such a thing as ‘deadpan surrealism’ or ‘ironic sci-fi,’ then the elusive Prathna Lor may be their frontman. His poems summon strange kinds of unexpected prosaic epiphany — where the known world is plainly spoke, yet told from an entirely foreign, somewhat extraterrestrial angle; case in point, from “Vulcan”:
A fried spider rubs its body against the inside of my mouth.
It makes me want to crack open the shell of a dehydrated crustacean
and whisper into a ligament that is still sensitive to light.
daniel bailey’s EAST CENTRAL INDIANA is a caulk-gun-i.v. full of morphine
a few weeks ago daniel bailey posted that if anyone wanted to see his new collection of poetry EAST CENTRAL INDIANA they should email him. i emailed him. he emailed me. i read the collection and i am being honest, it is the best book of poems i have ever read. nobody does anything like daniel bailey, and i mean, i’ve probably read close to five books of poetry. colin bassett published it on bearcreekfeed. after noticing that colin bassett published it, i felt close to him, like when you are out with someone and you find out that you both like pink lemonade better than regular lemonade for some reason, and it makes communicating easy for a few seconds. this post is weak. please go read EAST CENTRAL INDIANA. also, i wrote THE DANIEL BAILEY CATECHISM on my blog to celebrate this great publication. i hope that one day the book is in print so i can read it over and over and give it to people. reading it made me feel less inhuman, which is the only way i qualify books now. on a sidenote, i felt really excited about buying these “garden herb” triscuits but now after eating a few, and choking on the little slivers that always fucking catch on your uvula, i regret buying them. unlike “garden herb” triscuits, EAST CENTRAL INDIANA will not piss you off.
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November 3rd, 2008 / 9:25 pm
November 3rd, 2008 / 9:25 pm
i am being honest
I recently read Matthew Savoca’s, i am being honest, over at bearcreekfeed. I’ve been enamoured with this site since its first story by Kim Chinquee. Editor Colin Bassett has yet to leave me feeling anything but happily morose and disheartened.
i am being honest has this tender sensibility about domestic life, but it’s still very dour and a little sad. It reminded me of small pale humans, by daniel spinks. They both have this way of displaying the repetitive quality of relationships that is comforting but ultimately depressing as hell. I would like to marry either of these writers, but after reading their lovely work, it suddenly seems like a bad idea.
Here is Matthew reading the last (and my favorite) poem of the book. He talks in a funny voice, and I like it.