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