Narrative how narrative was meant to be written, and read. Brutally darkly comic indictment of the political left’s successes and failures. Starkly reNarrative how narrative was meant to be written, and read. Brutally darkly comic indictment of the political left’s successes and failures. Starkly realistic depiction of human sexual interaction and its fallouts. ...more
Just Twelve Bars: On Adam Seelig's Every Day in the Morning (Slow)
My first problem, after reading Adam Seelig’s Every Day in the Morning (Slow), and hJust Twelve Bars: On Adam Seelig's Every Day in the Morning (Slow)
My first problem, after reading Adam Seelig’s Every Day in the Morning (Slow), and having decided to review it, involved how to curb my penchant for superlatives, chiefly because, let’s be honest, it reads as unlearned and juvenile, and secondarily because I wanted to shout that the work is orginal! breathtaking! brilliant! inspiring! when the very words have been rendered meaningless by overuse.
Ok, Every Day in the Morning (Slow) scans like poetry but claims to be fiction, or reads like fiction but sounds like monologue, or looks like nothing I’ve ever seen and reads like the voice in my head, or sounds like a poetically arranged first fiction laid out as a musical score, note to note to note across the page and breath and breath and breadth.
The physical experience of reading the book. Seated in the cafeteria at the College on lunch break, I flatten the book open on it’s spine to read the words printed at the very edge of each margin on each page. Every sentence letter and every gesture word signifies a decision—Brecht via Seelig. The space on the page leaves room for my own breath, leaves space to pay attention to the power of one word to turn meaning on its edge.
(Slow) is the opposite of the blog: There is space. There is time. There is room to consider. There are no hyperlinks. There are no distractions. There is the word and the note and the voice and the man and the woman and the father and
Not a bore never a bore a book best read in one sitting (slow). ...more
Jon Paul Fiorentino's latest poetry book is Indexical Elegies, out recently from Coach House. Though the book's cover includes the words "Includes indJon Paul Fiorentino's latest poetry book is Indexical Elegies, out recently from Coach House. Though the book's cover includes the words "Includes index", no index was included in my copy. I thought this a grave oversight and sought to rectify it.
Herewith, an incomplete index on Indexical Elegies.
Death, 70 all the expensive/whiskey at your wake, 52 all the way to hospice, 41 appalled I grieve, 36 at the floodway burying Saturday, 70 but in dead event (Gilbert Sorrentino), 30 Comedic grievers, 27 dead locution, 23 edge into elegy, 31 everyone dying or leaving or straying, 27 He's dead, 50 I plan on dying in Winnipeg, 73 Icons bore us to death, 41 kindness kills, 39 Maybe a funeral, 64 November swallows the widowed, 27 our dead dreams, 59 poets trying to die, 31 tester bleach widows, 32 that toe tag, 27 The high ones die, die. They die (John Berryman), 8 the laminated coffin, 27 The old dreams never die, 68 The palliative strain, 31 the side effect is death, 71 the very second/you died, 48 Winnipeg is where everything always dies, 73 you can't make him drink himself to death, 70
Dream, 15, 25, 31, 67 Dream curvature, 25 dream the Albert, 67 dreaming of floods and rivers woke/gagging (Jessica Grim), 58 itches and pre-dream clutter, 25 our dead dreams, 59 She stirs out of a dream, 15 Steven dreamed of you the very second, 48 The dreams you don't know you know/and the dreams you know all too well, 59 The old dreams never die, 68 Trick your dreams, 28 Tried to dream him/back, 31
Hymns, 23, 32, 34, 37, 40, 43 "Menthol Hymn," 23
Job, 10, 17, 21 Job, Uncle, 21 jobber, 10 jobless, 10 project to work on, 17 strike for, 21
Smoke, 11 and smoked, 69 cigarette drama, 31 last last cigarettes, 19 "Menthol Hymn," 23 menthol, 37 mentholism, 11 Smoke Craven Menthols, 11
Time, 25, 36, 60 1983, 10 2008, 9 4 pm, 20 4:07 am, 16 again, 70 all memories, winter, 47 all seasons, autumn, 47 always, 60, 65 and at night, 19 at dreadful times, 25 at the floodway burying Saturday, 70 at three in the morning, 70 autumn slippage, 46 Because we never have, 45 composed in 1946, 55 countless hours, 11 Drive by the winter, 67 follows, 38 in October, 19 in the spring on the early news, 70 infinite use, 54 it’s over, 53 just five seconds, 66 just in time, 9 last call, 11 last night, 11 later, 9 March 1994, 62 never, 10, 23, 45, 54, 68 not now, 23 November, 27, 36 -I lost you in November, 36 -in November treble, 27 -it’s November again, 36 -Next to November, 67 -November swallows the widowed, 27 on Sundays, select Mondays, 9 on these days, 9 one day, 10 post-happen, 25 Proceed, 52 Saturday evening, 70 Shower three times a day, 60 sleep summerfall, 67 slow, 42 standby, 59 start again, 52 stay a while, 60 Sunday morning, 70 tensor black winter, the fall takes forever, 44 the rush hour dust, 73 the very second/you died, 48 the/summer, 31 this continual troubling, 17 time is subjunctive, 36 time isn’t subjunctive, 36 tonight, 20, 73 until, 69 when the punchline, 71 -is adjunct, 71 -is Advair, 71 -is chlorine, 71 -is hockey, 71 -is prairie, 71 -is stop, 71 you like it in winter, 72...more
This book encompasses three books of Waldrop’s poetry: The Reproduction of Profiles, Lawn of Excluded Middle (which is out of print) and Reluctant GraThis book encompasses three books of Waldrop’s poetry: The Reproduction of Profiles, Lawn of Excluded Middle (which is out of print) and Reluctant Gravities. May I gush? Waldrop has me rethinking my approach to the prose poem. I have half the book flagged and will be placing it in a place of honour in my bedside reading stack…unless Wilcke fights me for it....more
I didn’t have the same problems with this book as ryan. ( http://95books.tumblr.com/post/684892...) Sure the book copy would have us believe that DaveI didn’t have the same problems with this book as ryan. ( http://95books.tumblr.com/post/684892...) Sure the book copy would have us believe that Davey “reinvents these formal boundaries within the frame of our wired world,” but isn’t that typical of book jacket copy? We can complain all we want about publicity tactics, but publisher are in the business of selling books. In any case, I found it an enjoyable if at times disconcerting read, reflective as it is at times of “the public’s” concerns and lack of care towards language....more
Of fountains and vanities and font and avail to avail to no avail. This is what contemporary lyric poetry should be. Carr translates and organizes linOf fountains and vanities and font and avail to avail to no avail. This is what contemporary lyric poetry should be. Carr translates and organizes lines in the keyword index to the 13th century poem, Roman de la Rose by Guillaume de Lorris. It is beautiful, elegant, complex and playful. I’ll be putting this one on the bedside pile to return to again and again....more
Full disclosure would dictate I mention that Mr. Wilcke is my spouse.
Nevertheless, Dupe! by Jonathon Wilcke is as insane and clever as is the man himsFull disclosure would dictate I mention that Mr. Wilcke is my spouse.
Nevertheless, Dupe! by Jonathon Wilcke is as insane and clever as is the man himself. I especially like his formal inventiveness as he takes on industrial capitalism and Christianity. He’s an old school orator with new school problems. Don’t be a dupe, read this book!...more