Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Here Come the M_n

Citizens of the world!

H_NGM_N #9 is locked & loaded & ready to be dropped from a low flying plane on some unsuspecting country whose regime is in need of being toppled.

& if that country is CONTEMPORARY LITERATURE you can start to see how my metaphor is apt:

http://www.h-ngm-n.com/cur_ent-i_sue

Please note that we are currently open to submissions until November 30th & be sure to check out the updated info on H_NGM_N Books:

http://www.h-ngm-n.com/h_ngm_n-books/

Friday, October 23, 2009

Plug!

Got Matthew Thorburn's new chapbook, Disappears in the Rain, in the mail a couple days ago, and it's a beaut. The book itself is one long poem, kind of a meditation on meditations, with this subtle narrative chord that hums through it with this voice that balances between an American idiom and eastern quietness. I'm not sure if that made any sense to you, but if you read the book, wonderful things will happen to you, I promise. It's an intricate collage of the natural and modern and simulation. There's too much good stuff to pick from here for a sample (but I did, anyway, for you). And, like the conveyor belt in the passage below, this book just continually brings beautiful sustenance to its lucky readers. You can get a copy over at Matt's blog, which you should do as soon as possible.


peering into her compact
a geisha checks her make-up
on the subway

lobster sashimi gleams silver-white
plucked up in Lily's chopsticks

the kimono'd tea server pauses
mid-pour
to tell a secret

down one hill and up another
that's my life

the sushi chef loads
more red and yellow plates
onto his conveyor belt


--Matthew Thorburn, Disappears in the Rain

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Coming Soon...

I'm happy to report that my second book, RUNOFF, will be published sometime in the Winter by BlazeVOX Books. The book itself is four long poems, one for each season, each collectively marking the passing of one year. In the meantime, to whet your appetite, here's the cover:



Sunday, October 11, 2009

Yesterday in Brooklyn

I dug these poems by Phil Levine at Poetry Daily earlier this week, and thought you might want to check them out. As of fan of Levine's older stuff, I'm really excited to see him writing about life as it looks to him today (versus way back when in Detroit). Good stuff.