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Inquistor: Ray DeJesús Participants: Christine N. Kanowink, Jeff T. Johnson, Claire Donato, Mark Guarie, Amanda SmeltzScene: Virtual round table discussion. Questions are posed by the inquisitor. Panelists eag, Allison Power, David Blasco Let's get it on! Do you consider yourself 'poets'? If so, how do you negotiate around the traffic of social conversations that would require you to admit such a label, or is it as my friend Lauren Hunter says, "your dirty little secret"? CK: It helps that 90% of my friends are also poets or something equally silly, but, yes, it is hard to say it with a... Continue reading
Posted May 28, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
(drawing by Raymond Pettibon) Take heed of the silence of mind in sound.; the serenity of frenzy. Those records that have moved you, shook you, crushed you, those records that you have risen to, hold on to them, use them wisely. Hold on to the music, it's as necessary as oxygen, sleep, bathroom visits, I'm sure of it. Here is a list of bands, records, albums that have, and continue to be, my salve. Minor Threat: Complete Discography Charles Bronson: Complete Discography Husker Du: Zen Arcade, New Day Rising, Flip Your Wig. Everything Falls Apart (a collection of singles), Metal... Continue reading
Posted May 27, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
After much discussion with friend, Jeff T. Johnson, I decided on his advice: I went for a drive to figure, to compose, ponder, to breathe. Here are the ramblings of a mad man gone mad. 1. So much for a visit to the psychiatrist's office: 10 minutes, 1 script, twenty dollar co-payment. 2. I tend to do my finest thinking in the shower, and by finest thinking, I don't mean, in any way, that it is lucid, complex thought, but it's fine enough for me. Warm water: focus. Warm water for twenty minutes: discipline. Warm water for twenty minutes, at... Continue reading
Posted May 26, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
During a conversation with Samantha the other day, it was suggested that my next post simply be about things that make me happy. Below, you will a find a harum-scarum list of some of the things that happen to make this crazy cat smile. This one is for you, Sam. Books by Rod Smith: Deed, Protective Immediacy, Music or Honesty, In Memory of My Theories, et al Reruns of Three's Company Jim Jarmusch Books by Rachel Zolf: Human Resources, Masque, Neighbour Procedure, et al Claire Donato's chapbook and website: Someone Else's Body and somanytumbleweeds, respectively Supermachine Magazine Books of Ben... Continue reading
Posted May 25, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
The following post is dedicated to my grandmother Raquel "Quequi" Maldanado Rodriguez (1926-1994). Me haces falta, mami. Te amo. i) For the past several weeks I have given much thought to the idea of identity crisis in poetics. I've been much beleaguered with conflict: Do I keep my mouth shut? Don't agitate, to I need this discussion in order to sleep soundly, even if this discussion is whispered, a monologue. ii.) My conscience directs me towards that second choice. Dad: "Don't get on some soapbox!" Me: "I won't!" Mom: "You need to do it! Why not?" 1) There is a... Continue reading
Posted May 24, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
Thank you, V. Hope all is well with the family.
THAT OLD WOOLLY BLOODLETTING by Macgregor Card In youth you tend to look rather frequently into a mirror, not at all necessarily from vanity. You say to yourself, “What an interesting face; I wonder what he’ll be up to?” —J. M. Barrie, “Courage” Here is how pussycat / I will show you to carry / your unframed Cortez / the conqueror portrait / out of your nursery and into the forest you’ll kneel in to sleep the cock of the walk through falling of dead unalterable leaves you cannot yearn to ally your friends with influence of law Learn your... Continue reading
Posted May 23, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
You are it, Leah. Brooklyn loves you very much, and so do I.
Karen, thank you for the kind words, really. Thank you.
i. Is it Barcelona? Is it Brooklyn? Paris? No, Brooklyn, I'm sure of it. After all,for 37 years it's the city that's taken so much from me, but, simultaneously, givenme its heart and marrow. I owe this cement and tar; this cement and tar knows of my debt. Whether we’re talking Dyker, Carroll Gardens, Bushwick, Canarsie, Windsor, Kensington, Manhattan Beach, Brighton, and ah, Sunset Park (Gunset to its natives, me included), et al, home. ii. Sunset for 28 years. My first kiss; first love, Kim Toler; loves come and gone; first making whoopee; mortality here and there; loves gone and... Continue reading
Posted May 22, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
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