G.M. Palmer's Blog, page 10
July 13, 2012
With Rough Gods: The Album
Hello everyone!
After I recorded (but not yet publishing) a traditional audiobook, I got a sneak preview of the audiobook album for Ernest Hilbert's Sixty Sonnets and was blown away--live band, orchestra, all sorts of stuff.
So I rethought the audiobook for With Rough Gods. Collaborating with a few friends (calling themselves Girl Scout Fight Club), I produced With Rough Gods: The Album which is available to download for only 99 cents from Bandcamp.
I hope you enjoy the album as much as we enjoyed making it.
After I recorded (but not yet publishing) a traditional audiobook, I got a sneak preview of the audiobook album for Ernest Hilbert's Sixty Sonnets and was blown away--live band, orchestra, all sorts of stuff.
So I rethought the audiobook for With Rough Gods. Collaborating with a few friends (calling themselves Girl Scout Fight Club), I produced With Rough Gods: The Album which is available to download for only 99 cents from Bandcamp.
I hope you enjoy the album as much as we enjoyed making it.
June 11, 2012
Recent Publications
I'd like to thank the good folks Ernest Hilbert of
E-Verse Radio
, Rusty Barnes of
Fried Chicken and Coffee
, and Jeni Stewart of
Burlesque Press
for publishing these works in the last two months. Not only are they awesome for publishing my work, they're just plain awesome. If you're not reading their magazines, you should be.
"Now is the Winter's End" and "Wedding Spring" at Burlesque Press
"Translated from the Greek (for Alicia Stallings)", "On the Sixth Day", and "This Fond Imprisonment" at Burlesque Press
"September" and "Rawhide" at Fried Chicken and Coffee
"Catullus 16 (Pedicabo)" (translation) at Burlesque Press
"Hemiplegia", "The Long Defeat", "Pushing the Muse", "The Wind & the Willow", "Winemaking", and "Contemporary Poetry" at E-Verse Radio
Enjoy and give these folks your love!
"Now is the Winter's End" and "Wedding Spring" at Burlesque Press
"Translated from the Greek (for Alicia Stallings)", "On the Sixth Day", and "This Fond Imprisonment" at Burlesque Press
"September" and "Rawhide" at Fried Chicken and Coffee
"Catullus 16 (Pedicabo)" (translation) at Burlesque Press
"Hemiplegia", "The Long Defeat", "Pushing the Muse", "The Wind & the Willow", "Winemaking", and "Contemporary Poetry" at E-Verse Radio
Enjoy and give these folks your love!
May 2, 2012
Gatsby Vocabulary Fun
Was Daisy Gatsby's goal or gaol?
April 24, 2012
Things you don't learn until after publication
That the "good" review outlets want the book before publication and sent by the publisher.
That no one really cares about your book like you do.
That getting friends to like a book on Amazon or tweet about it is like pulling teeth or herding cats.
That one sale on Amazon can jump you up 500,000 spots in their sales rankings.
That anyone might read your book and love it.
That the work is never over.
If you want to help, apart from buying a book, you can head over to my twitter and retweet something about the book or just talk about it with the hashtag #withroughgods. Or you can write about it on your blog or facebook. Thanks!
That no one really cares about your book like you do.
That getting friends to like a book on Amazon or tweet about it is like pulling teeth or herding cats.
That one sale on Amazon can jump you up 500,000 spots in their sales rankings.
That anyone might read your book and love it.
That the work is never over.
If you want to help, apart from buying a book, you can head over to my twitter and retweet something about the book or just talk about it with the hashtag #withroughgods. Or you can write about it on your blog or facebook. Thanks!
April 13, 2012
March 28, 2012
Goodnight, my next to last love
Adrienne Rich has died. The penultimate love of my poetic life--one of only three who were alive when I was writing. Gwendolyn Brooks died a few years ago. Mary Oliver still lives.
The Observer (by Adrienne Rich)Completely protected on all sides by volcanoes
a woman, darkhaired, in stained jeans
sleeps in central Africa.
In her dreams, her notebooks, still
private as maiden diaries,
the mountain gorillas move through their life term;
their gentleness survives
observation. Six bands of them
inhabit, with her, the wooded highland.
When I lay me down to sleep
unsheltered by any natural guardians
from the panicky life-cycle of my tribe
I wake in the old cellblock
observing the daily executions,
rehearsing the laws
I cannot subscribe to,
envying the pale gorilla-scented dawn
she wakes into, the stream where she washes her hair,
the camera-flash of her quiet
eye(The Floating Poem, Unnumbered)Whatever happens with us,
your body will haunt mine--tender, delicate
your lovemaking, like the half-curled frond
of the fiddlehead fern in forests
just washed by the sun. Your traveled, generous thighs
between which my whole face has come and come--
the innocence and wisdom of the place my tongue has found there--
the live, insatiate dance of your nipples in my mouth--
your touch on me, firm, protective, searching
me out, your strong tongue and slender fingers
reaching where I had been waiting years for you
in my rose-wet cave--whatever happens, this is.
The Observer (by Adrienne Rich)Completely protected on all sides by volcanoes
a woman, darkhaired, in stained jeans
sleeps in central Africa.
In her dreams, her notebooks, still
private as maiden diaries,
the mountain gorillas move through their life term;
their gentleness survives
observation. Six bands of them
inhabit, with her, the wooded highland.
When I lay me down to sleep
unsheltered by any natural guardians
from the panicky life-cycle of my tribe
I wake in the old cellblock
observing the daily executions,
rehearsing the laws
I cannot subscribe to,
envying the pale gorilla-scented dawn
she wakes into, the stream where she washes her hair,
the camera-flash of her quiet
eye(The Floating Poem, Unnumbered)Whatever happens with us,
your body will haunt mine--tender, delicate
your lovemaking, like the half-curled frond
of the fiddlehead fern in forests
just washed by the sun. Your traveled, generous thighs
between which my whole face has come and come--
the innocence and wisdom of the place my tongue has found there--
the live, insatiate dance of your nipples in my mouth--
your touch on me, firm, protective, searching
me out, your strong tongue and slender fingers
reaching where I had been waiting years for you
in my rose-wet cave--whatever happens, this is.
March 11, 2012
With Rough Gods--Now Searchable!
Howdy folks!
Those of you who've been waiting to "try before you buy" With Rough Gods can now search inside the book for a preview.
Enjoy!
Those of you who've been waiting to "try before you buy" With Rough Gods can now search inside the book for a preview.
Enjoy!
