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Department of New Stuff: Vehicular, a zine from The Press Gang

 

A press gang.

A press gang.

 

Qin Gangs Press Conference

Qin Gang's Press Conference

So last Tuesday I read some poems at an event put on by Boog City (site seems out of date) which featured four indie presses: X-ing Books (my guys), Open 24 Hours Press (no site I could find), Farfalla Press, and The Press Gang.  Well, as you might imagine, everybody had the best time ever. I ate some cheese, and Anne Waldman did this terrifying thing where she shouts what might be Wikipedia entry about manatees over a boombox soundtrack of something that sounds like the music on the first Ani Difranco/Utah Philips collaboration. (I’ve actually seen her do this twice now, so I guess it’s like a thing.) Anyway, my favorite thing was The Press Gang, who put up an impossibly emo young poet named Evan Kennedy, who compulsively kicked the floor with his boot while he read. After the reading, one of the editors high-fived m and then gave me a copy of issue #1 of their ‘zine, vehicular. Then they wanted to come out drinking with us and I wanted them to come but then someone I was with said where we were going wasn’t really that kind of place, and her brother was in town visiting–all of which was true–so we didn’t get to hang out. Next time, next time. 

 

Anyway, the zine, which is photocopied unbound pages tied up with a string, is a split between two writers: J.D. Mitchell-Lumsden and Evan Kennedy. JDM-L makes weird blocks of prose and presents things that look like they are diagrams, or used to be, or maybe will be soon. Kennedy, writing as “Evan Abandoned,” presents a sequence (?) of Bowie/club-kid inspired poems. Despite one poem actually containing the refrain “I am as lonely as a poetry reading,” it’s really interesting work, and I think he’s onto something. Evan’s section of vehicular is entitled “All the Young Dudes,” and here’s a poem from it, which I typed up just for you (I tried to approximate his spacing, but it’s admittedly a best-guess sort of job). 

 

“In a Season of Switchblades”

for Saint Augustine

 

After an awkward phase,     our bodies

became a pleasure to look at;

 

we got the hint that things    were starting

to fill out.

                We joined the Wreckers and

 

received matching coats. We bred

a subtle trouble      through the school halls.

 

Even a little danger loved was death won.

There were the bloody-nosed    at the video arcade

 

and haircuts in the bowling alley bathroom.

On one wall     a portrait of Cabeza de Vaca,

 

another, all the animals he brought.

There were Swishers to smoke and

 

showers to get the stink off. The Cineplex

was brimming with unheard-of poetries.

 

The heroes were attributed human sins,

but not ours. 

                      There was the tree we shook

 

after skinny dipping;     pears fell into

mud that was     up to our knees. Two eggs

dropped as well, and we     palmed them.

 

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BONUS: REFERENCE GUIDE TO EVAN “ABANDONED” KENNEDY’S “IN A SEASON OF SWITCHBLADES.”

 

 

Saint Augustine

Saint Augustine

Saint Augustine, FLA

Saint Augustine, FLA

 

The chorus of Saint Augustine by moe. goes God is light, light is good, yeah God is good.

The chorus of "Saint Augustine" by moe. goes "God is light, light is good, yeah God is good."

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November 29th, 2008 / 3:23 pm