Mick and Dotty at Katalanche Press have posted a PDF version of the venerable Dachshund Magazine. Give it a read, if you have not. Also give all of their other chapbooks a read, if you have not.

My two cents: one of the problems manifest in this here blogosphere is that we can't really see/hear/smell/bask in each other's auras--it's harder to call someone a nitwit when you think they're hot/cute/handsome or whatever. That's why parties don't turn into the same sort of slap-fights as we find hereabouts (well, not *here*-abouts, I think my general tangentiality has long since exceeded anyone's ability to give a shit...). Flame wars are the dark side of the etherial community which the internet provides. The advent of the comment-box may have changed the tenor of the scene a little bit, made it a little less diaristic with the addition of the notion that someone can respond to what you are saying; enter the social dynamic sans the corporeality of actual society; and thus I guess begins some kind of demolition derby of little id-homunculi. A necessary evil I suppose, though it might be more fun to just play some online Unreal Torunament or something ("Look out, Quietude has a railgun!...) Yes, I am neglecting the aesthetic shibboleths at stake here. Mostly because I am generally freaking sick of them...

Does anyone else feel like we are being cursed by the gods? Who wants to help me build a cloudbuster?

If only I had a yard and a shed. ("What's he building in there?") Actually, I don't honestly want either a yard or a shed. OK, maybe a shed, on the roof of a skyscraper or something. As part of the Weed (no, not that kind) Liberation Front, I am ethically opposed to lawns...

I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. Once again it is Josh's fault....



(Note: links to get to this quiz not entirely 100% worksafe if you work in an uptight environment...)

I am having problems with my Yahoo email account. It seems that for the past few days, people have been receiving emails I sent during the past month or so at random intervals. So if I owe you an email and you never received it, please contact me. It seems to have been sporadic, so I have no idea which emails I have sent during the past month or so have reached their destination.

So if you are wondering what the hell my problem is, my problem is Yahoo!...

Sonaweb 3 is live.

Featuring new work by

Jennifer Firestone
Laura Hinton
Brenda Iijima
Eugene Lim
Sarah Rosenthal

"And if you're in the Brooklyn area on June 4, visit the Brooklyn Alternative Small Press Fair from
10-4 at Camp Friendship, 339 8th Street in Park Slope. Look for Sona Books--we'll be there.

All the best,

Jill Magi
Editor/Publisher"

Criminy, an allusion & a pastoral meditation. I'm hemorrhaging street cred like there's no today. Faith: that on the last scale the double-agent's heart is still light as a feather...

Kneel before ZOD!

Stuart Kelly reviews 4 Pressed Wafer chapbooks (Jack Evans's Work, Joe Torra's After the Chinese, Sean Cole's Itty City, and mine) in the most recent (or at least I think it's the most recent) Poetry Review from the UK.

This review of my 29 Cheeseburgers, which is one of the most generous and astute reviews I have received thusfar:

"29 Cheeseburgers is a more complex volume. Like a more
calorific Proustian madeleine, these "edged
circle[s] of nausea" conjure various losses.
Lamoureux has a quiet but convincing surrealism;
as he says "whenever tragedy smacks / I think of
smiling elves." The poetry reflects the
"constant crush of tongues" in the modern city:
Japanese cartoons and bureaucratic jargon,
advertising jingles and ouija board jinks. It's
an interzone, where you "can't tell the cafes
from the bars." Cutting thorugh the white noise
is a powerfully articulated vision of complex
emotions; a simultaneous blending of cynicism and
hopefulness. "Would that I were/ punk rock &
could/ care less about those girls". Evoking, as
in [Joe] Torra ['s "After the Chinese" from PW]
also involves admitting absence."

You scored as Postmodernist. Postmodernism is the belief in complete open interpretation. You see the universe as a collection of information with varying ways of putting it together. There is no absolute truth for you; even the most hardened facts are open to interpretation. Meaning relies on context and even the language you use to describe things should be subject to analysis. Postmodernist 100% Cultural Creative 81% Idealist 75% Existentialist 69% Materialist 69% Modernist 63% Romanticist 19% Fundamentalist 13% What is Your World View? created with QuizFarm.com

Reading W.G. Sebald's Austerlitz and enjoying it immensely. To me it is demonstrative of what the tenets of Postmodernism (or Derrida's conception of history) look like when conveyed in modernist terms. It is a sort of slow-motion depiction of the moment of impact, those years and events which made Postmodernism necessary. It is powerful in the oblique way it addresses matters of utmost gravity (prison camps, fascism), as if one can no more look into the black sun directly than the real sun itself. Though looking at Amazon.com reviews (why do I do this?) and other criticism, people seem to have reacted to this novel as if it WERE nonlinear. Which is insane. It is completely linear, you could script it as a radio play, ableit the narrative contains many stories-within-stories (the Austerlitz character recounts most of them). But it is a NARRATIVE, which goes from point A to point B in an explicable fashion. Peoples' reactions to this book make me worried about what our reading public has come to expect--Cold Mountain and Stephen King ad infinitum? Sebald if explicity laying things out for the reader with Austerlitz's mouth, I think it provides a fabulous segue into pomo, were I teaching a course where I had to introduce pomo students unfamiliar with the concept, I would employ this text.

KILL YR ARCHONS

Some cultures locate the heart as the seat of consciousness. Others make no distinction between poetry and prose. Dithyrambs, folks, and hymns. We need new categories, new terminology, new structures. Kuhn's shattering crystal. Raw or cooked or hot or cold or left or right or up or down, why is this pigpile so adamant? Saxifrage breaks the rocks but what cuts a diamond? Alien alloy. But I am an onanistic Deleuzian...

The Robert Creeley memorial reading was, well, memorable.

I have been sick with food poisioning for a few days. A word of advice: if you ever find yourself asking yourself if an item in your freezer has been there too long to eat--don't eat it! The gamble isn't worth it. It really felt as if an alien was going to burst out of my stomach.

While I was sick I read Eleni Sikelianos's The Book of Jon, while our backgrounds are somewhat different, I could relate pretty explicitly to the world from whence this book comes--a kind of poisonous vernacular. And also the subject matter: the father as an unreachable, doomed anti-hero. Sikelianos engages with the subject matter in a vital fashion, interacting with it on its own terms, but never becoming poisoned by its refulgent mediocrities. A kind of postmodern rethinking of "On the Road," peering unflinchingly at the realities behind the myth of "rugged American individualism." Though it atones all involved with its reaching, a kind of absolution by way of narrative blurring, an alchemy that turns plastic fake wood panelling into gold...

I added a list of funny links to the left. "JOKES!... I GET JOKES!"

I did a few more film poems at the Video Balagan Choreographing Cinema event at the MFA this weekend.

These are all done during the films, in the dark, writing on a square notepad. I try to recreate the spacing in word documents as best I can. Using the PRE tag does not quite capture the actual appearance, but it is close enough.

(They won't display correctly in Internet Explorer. Say 'fuck you' to the man and download Firefox (link at the bottom of my blog)...)

ROSA--Peter Greenaway

Bartok   chasm


pneumatic pinwheel

 cinema  fragments

   dissect

 hook  caesura

stuttering  mirror

& propelled

   collision
delta   vectors



crab sideways tumble

   Budapest
   chandelier
   pinion
   exuent
 
KAZUO OHNO--Daniel Schmid

   trail  barcarole

shadow fold shrinking

   bloom
white to orange or red

   aisle  creep

* * * *

cobalt   lust  lantern
     blade

bluejay  cavern


* * * * 
harbor   extant
   Nereid-shadow
  cloud  pillar
shelter  birds

  grasp  edifice

* * * * 

shiny  & carol  flying

     bridge

 obelisk ascent

* * * *
     bower
     leaves
     livre
     face
drop
 



CLOWN--Irina Evteeva

Moon noose

flatfoot raven

cosmos comrade

  a fly buzzed

bison speech  history errant

  fish mouth chrysalis

Herculean shoals

brown  prow  spectre

    figurehead
    cherish
boats  such  angels

    or

    cupid
    clock
 locomotive snow

   loss parade

sea  self  rain



 
DOM SVOBODE--Saso Podgorsek

Line  company
   this wall

  vodka random

bad sneakers-- bad building

   alleycat concur

   catacomb

  ice ballet  breath
     stop


Tuba

* * * * 

Corner fire need
   dirt pirouette



rose chorale
chthonic  composition
   element


Bowler  lawn

   crane  shyster

   shrub  furies

propaganda tombeats

buckle   crane

   smokestack pastoral

   cruciform

   diamond
   suspension

choreograph
     braided
         line
        cycle


 
GOD--Konstantin Broznit

Shiva  twitch

 imortal fly sure

  limb riot
  
  scripture
  tumble
 



HEART OF THE WORLD--Guy Madden

Cadaver Christ
  triangle


  dead world
  heart

JEEZUS!

  tragic bangs

  BIG CIGAR!

  treachery
  surgery

 M C
 O I
 V N
 I E
 E M
 S A
 



LOVESONG--Stan Brakhage

Capillary view  atrium

 flux  ganglia origin

honey  cloud  collision

 refractory  ecto-

cosm  rapport wash

  petrol

  rain  bug

collusion back

 elation carapace

 plastic  heart  chamber

   taffy  sutra

chalice layer  foyer

   spermata

Zoroastrian  comma blur

radio  membrane  passion

 lichen  syrup  burr


rotunda ribcage scorch

    pestle

prism  plasm  proto

 zoan  ecstatic

spinal  lapse  traffic

   figure flutter

erasure solo map

   blossom slime

sludge  stanza

  strophe


  pause

  tendon rain


damp rush rush pupa leaves

  

  left open


orifice  bloom  cousin

fountain charge  flotsam
 
  fecund bliss  token

dark  swimming

  fire

  basin, resin
 
 blink
  fraction


ink tumble

 stained back black

glass  tunnel  light

    iris mask

 ochre  dance

tension
suite
 



ELLIS ISLAND--Meredith Monk

Inner aria   lapse


* * * *

Chain throng cadre

    suture culture
    houseboat dumping

    variegated 
    stick waiting
    haunch traffic

cotton  threshold

   manes rest

white divider
 Hasidic stairs

   Name bingo

     #79

  Fauna erasure

   glottal stop

past dance  chair trance

 ceilidh queue

 dismorphic century