some poetry, politics & what have you

Sunday, January 31, 2010

oh, yes. ungovernable press expands into new vast buddha fields of writing. Today i bring you

Tie One On part 1 & part 2 by Alex Gildzen being 25 ties

Traveling with Virginia Woolf by Kristina Marie Darling being an essay. & it was reviewed even before it was published

coming up next is Connor Stratman

Saturday, January 30, 2010

& i found these lovely parts on Tom Beckett's new blog. which reminded me to remind you of his Another Shadow?

two poems of mine in the autumn 2009 issue of simply haiku

Friday, January 29, 2010

ungovernable press is back. today i bring you no less than three new books. this is sort of an experiment. i'm hoping each of them may get the others some extra readers

Passages: Annotations by Jill Jones is 35 pages of extracts from a work book

Intersecting Views of the Possible Interaction
by Felino A. Soriano is 23 painter's exhalations

Take It by Amanda Laughtland is 19 poems inspired by ads for free things on various craigslist communities

in a very near future you may look forward to books by Kristina Marie Darling & Alex Gildzen

also yours truly had a short manuscript accepted for publication in may or june from Sacrifice Press

Saturday, January 23, 2010

ubuweb publishes the unpublishable

Friday, January 22, 2010

as i was collecting links for a post planned for tomorrow or sunday i came across two chapbooks i hadn't seen from the ongoing collaboration between diana magallón & jeff crouch (both from vugg books)

bully null

piano for the left ear

i'd also like to remind you of their ungovernable book

riot wrong

i am, by the way, going into production mode & you may look forward to new ungovernable books shortly

Thursday, January 21, 2010

so today i go to silliman's blog only to find that robert b. parker died a few days ago. i read many of his books, mostly from the spenser series, but also recently all our yesterdays, with great pleasure. mr. parker will be missed by me &, i suspect, many more readers of crime fiction

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

my thoughts go to juliet cook, may she have a speedy & complete recovery

Monday, January 18, 2010

the nation on how haiti was made the poorest country in the western hemisphere

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Lars Palm - fragments from this

just as i had posted the prevoius note i saw that fragments from this had been published by chalk editions. huge thanks to peter ganick & jukka-pekka kervinen

is this my war? that
person shovelling snow
down in the yard dressed for
going to the north pole. no
this is not my war. not even
a battle. filibuster all you
like. this issue will be
settled & made public. going
down to the water's edge
they see another town near
by. & maybe a fishing
boat. & a bridge landing on
an artificial island where it
becomes a tunnel. that was
a battle for many years. be
fore the scoreboards got
first mechanized & then digital
some janitor had to hang
the numbers on them. how
exciting might that task have
been he wonders. nowhere is
a towel to be found. only
towers with spiral stairways
& ceilings stained with
wine & wild damp cells. bells
call you to arms & me to
torsos turning. learning lower
registers. barbarisms clashing
flashing their scars. cars
leaning over whispering in
their drivers' ears. hear ye. here
yeast stays at least three
days befor the rain comes
sweeping it off by then not
so dry land. don't fret. there
are very few true words hiding
here. severe trees look up to
the airplanes making tracks
in the sky. those ghost riders
are elsewhere. maybe jumping
ship. skip the next skipper. &
those tiles are beautifully over
stated. statements coincide
with harvest. moon over
some marina. are those really
flowers? they do look a lot like

this is the beginning of a longish poem in progress titled, not surprisingly, this is my war. most of it was written in the wee hours of last night. am thinking it might become "chapbook-length" when it's done

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

a couple of days ago when me & petra were at one of our local pubs the staff played this song. la camisa negra was something like the soundtrack to my time in las palmas. it was strange going outside in winter clothes after hearing it. ah, the force of habit