Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Ore

This by Josh Ware is gold.

I am also excited to announce that my book Prose: Poems, a Novel is now available for preorder from Orange Alert Press.



There's a discount for preordering, and the book will ship on its release: 10/20/09.

Word.

And Steve Himmer's So New/Necessray Fiction has published a story of mine. Thanks Steve. I'm stoked to share space with the great lineup he's put together over there so far.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

More of what I think is awesome

Sean Lovelace points out the fact that what's going on with Shane Jones has been "under-blogged" (Sean's term, licensed). So I shall rise to the challenge and point to the fact that Light Boxes has 1) sold out; 2) been optioned for film, to be produced by Spike Jonze; and 3) has been picked up for re-print by Penguin.

Congratulations to Shane! This is really great news for him--for all of us working our fingers off to write things we believe in. Someone (who I now see was fucking with folks to see what kind of reaction it would spawn) wrote "sellout" in the comments of Shane's blog. But I'm sure (I'm just guessing) that some people maybe feel that way. If you feel that way, that's pretty juvenile. Light Boxes is a fantastic novel, worthy of readers the world over, and Penguin has the capability of making that reality. So: word.

Here's other stuff that I think is great, and I think the editors of these magazines should consider nominating these pieces for Dzanc's Best of the Web anthology:

From Above the Fold, "Long Live the Riot Squad," by Mathias Svalina
All 3 of these by Alexis Orgera
These by Sarah Manguso
"Let x" by Chad Simpson
"Memoirs of a Secret Agent" by Mark Leidner
"Experiment" by Amelia Gray
also, "The Cottage Cheese Diet" by Amelia Gray
"Heartbreak Haircut" by Ricky Garni
"Matt: How it Will Happen" by Amanda Nazario
"After Jumping Some Kids and Taking Their Money, 1988" by James Tyner
"Eat Something" by Marie-Helene Bertino

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Matt Bell & Kathy Fish

have extended their welcome for nominations for Dzanc's 2010 Best of Web Anthology.

I am not an editor of an online journal. However, if I were I would nominate the following (these are only some I would nominate; I can think of many many more, and maybe post them all here over the next few weeks.):

"nomenclature" by Joseph V. Milford
"Another Map of Here and There" By Rebecca Keith
"Ethics" by Ravi Mangla
Last time it rained this hard the dog drowned" by Molly Gaudry
This is not on the web, but fuck it it's badass: Who's Who Vivid by Matt Hart
"Earthrise" by Christopher Bundy
Amanda Nazario's "My Signature Moves"
"Letter to So and So From Wherever" by Mike Dockins
"Shredded Tire" by Rose Hunter
"Mosquitoes Won't Bother Him None" by Man Martin

The Heathen are Coming


I had a good time designing this one. The cover's made up of the following: The central image is "16 Circles," by Rosemary Starace. Rosemary's art is badass. You should go to her site and just cruise around.

The background on this image comes from part of a blank page from Century Magazine Volume VII (1884-85). The font for the title was created from the title page of the Century, and the font for Lesley Wheeler's name is manipulated from an inscription printed from Mark Twain's handwriting in the early editions of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Coincidentally, some of the first serialized passages of Huck Finn were in Volume VII of the Century.

Then there are the poems. Here's the title poem:

HEATHEN


My son fits his ear to my ear
so that the god in your head can talk
to the god in mine. I hear a forest
creak like the binding of a book.

It is full of red wings, bogs,
and ravenous beasts, yet he treads
safely in his own wildness.
Me, I’m afraid. The god in my head

is a bear and not the talking kind.
He rears up, slavering, unsheathes
his nails, famished for sacrifice.
His prison is a vast cold heath.

I hope the bear is asleep. At the edge
of his cave, flowers breathe. Scent blows
from me and the she-wolf in my son
catches it, pushes her snout to the rose

canal and snuffles. He likes to leash
her in vines and she likes to snap them. Gods
abhor quiet, the skull-bone closing.
Walls that mount clod by clod.

Yeah, the whole book's like that.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Stuf

I spelled that with one f 'cause I think--but I didn't check--that's the way that S.E. Hinton spelled "tuf" in The Outsiders. I'm probably wrong, but whatever.

I finally slept for ten hours last night. It was the shit. My wife said that I was talking about sleeping like I was talking about sex. I had to admit that it was probably better than sex, simply because sex only lasts for four hours for me (yes, ladies, that's right; no that's totally bullshit). It wasn't exactly the same as sex, but it was pretty badass.

The ever holy goon Matt DeBenedictis interviewed me for The Chapbook Review.

It is awesome. I say that former President Eisenhower was probably a cocksucker, among other outragies.