Brian Howe and Marcus Slease
This is the motherfucking remix
31 July 2009
30 July 2009
Elblag
Turkey did not work out due to financial constraints with paying for visas and notarizing diplomas etc. (over £500). So I am off to Poland in a few days. We are all moving out of this London flat and going separate ways.
Strange feeling. Narrowing my life to one bag again. Staying at a friends house on Saturday. Flight from Luton to Gdansk on Sunday.
This is the new city for a while. Will use the time to finish London manuscript.
Elblag history
28 July 2009
Set magazine from 1961 and 1963
SET
Edited and published by Gerrit Lansing, copyright 1961. Cover by Harry Martin.
Includes:
Robert Duncan, Charles Olson, Stephen Jonas, Edward Dorn, John McGavern, Robert Kelly, John Wieners, Frater Perdurabo, Gerrit Lansing.
Issue #1 available NOW in pdf format.
SET 2
Edited and published by Gerrit Lansing. Cover by Harry Martin. Copyright 1963.
SET 2 features LeRoi Jones, Diane Wakoski, Robert Kelly, Kenward Elmslie, John Wieners, Stephen Jonas, Gerrit Lansing.
Issue #2 available NOW in pdf format.
SET magazine
Edited and published by Gerrit Lansing, copyright 1961. Cover by Harry Martin.
Includes:
Robert Duncan, Charles Olson, Stephen Jonas, Edward Dorn, John McGavern, Robert Kelly, John Wieners, Frater Perdurabo, Gerrit Lansing.
Issue #1 available NOW in pdf format.
SET 2
Edited and published by Gerrit Lansing. Cover by Harry Martin. Copyright 1963.
SET 2 features LeRoi Jones, Diane Wakoski, Robert Kelly, Kenward Elmslie, John Wieners, Stephen Jonas, Gerrit Lansing.
Issue #2 available NOW in pdf format.
SET magazine
25 July 2009
22 July 2009
Kerouac Song
From Chris Hickey:
In March, I wrote and recorded a song, each day, for about three weeks. The result is "Razzmatazz" - 16 songs, just vocal & guitar, recorded in my bedroom on a hand-held voice recorder.
Here's a link to listen to or download "Kerouac" from the new CD:
Thanks! - Chris Hickey
Kerouac Song
Chris Hickey
In March, I wrote and recorded a song, each day, for about three weeks. The result is "Razzmatazz" - 16 songs, just vocal & guitar, recorded in my bedroom on a hand-held voice recorder.
Here's a link to listen to or download "Kerouac" from the new CD:
Thanks! - Chris Hickey
Kerouac Song
Chris Hickey
20 July 2009
check it!!!
Welcome to Tony Tost's America. My name is Tony Tost, and this is my America:
Tony Tost's America
Set 1
Big Maybelle, “Ocean of Tears”
Billie Jo Spears, “Get Behind Me Satan and Push”
Leonard Cohen, “Don’t Go Home With Your Hard On”
Carl Story, “You Don’t Love God (If You Don’t Love Your Neighbor)”
(Tony Tost is authorized by the soul saving station to perform such duties consistent with his special advisory position)
Set 2
Johnny Burnette Trio, “The Train Kept A-Rollin’”
Jerry Lee Lewis, “Honey Hush”
Billy Lee Riley, “Saturday Night Fish Fry”
The Blenders, “Don’t Fuck Around With Love”
(Tony Tost explains: America leads a life of allegory; its works are comments upon it)
Set 3
Sister Wynona Carr, “Dragnet for Jesus”
Skeets McDonald, “The Tattooed Lady”
John Anderson, “Tokyo, Oklahoma”
The Rio Rockers, “Mexicali Baby”
Little Walter & Baby Face Leroy, “Rollin’ & Tumblin’ (Part 1)
(Charles Manson discusses doors, perfection, and conditioning.)
Set 4
John Phillips, “She’s Just 14”
Tanya Tucker, “Blood Red and Going Down”
David Allan Coe, “Death Row”
Bob Dylan, “Man Gave Names to All the Animals”
Slim Gaillard, “Fuck Off (The Dirty Rooster)”
(By the touch of America's wand, divine troublemakers are transformed into porcine stone figurines)
Set 5
Memphis Minnie, “Ma Rainey”
Robert Gordon, “It’s In the Bottle”
Sisters of Saint Francis, “In Heaven There Is No Beer”
Sonic Recycling Program, “I’m Fucked Up, I’ve Got Problems, and I’m Dangerous”
Charles Manson, “Arkansas”
(At the nethermost core of Tony Tost, and at the underside of his America, lay novelty, terror, and the transcendence of good taste)
Set 6
Robert Mitchum, “The Ballad of Thunder Road”
The Blue Sky Boys, “I Wish I Had Never Seen Sunshine”
Judy Lynn, “The Calm Before the Storm”
Scott Walker, “The Lady Came From Baltimore”
Tony Tost's America
Set 1
Big Maybelle, “Ocean of Tears”
Billie Jo Spears, “Get Behind Me Satan and Push”
Leonard Cohen, “Don’t Go Home With Your Hard On”
Carl Story, “You Don’t Love God (If You Don’t Love Your Neighbor)”
(Tony Tost is authorized by the soul saving station to perform such duties consistent with his special advisory position)
Set 2
Johnny Burnette Trio, “The Train Kept A-Rollin’”
Jerry Lee Lewis, “Honey Hush”
Billy Lee Riley, “Saturday Night Fish Fry”
The Blenders, “Don’t Fuck Around With Love”
(Tony Tost explains: America leads a life of allegory; its works are comments upon it)
Set 3
Sister Wynona Carr, “Dragnet for Jesus”
Skeets McDonald, “The Tattooed Lady”
John Anderson, “Tokyo, Oklahoma”
The Rio Rockers, “Mexicali Baby”
Little Walter & Baby Face Leroy, “Rollin’ & Tumblin’ (Part 1)
(Charles Manson discusses doors, perfection, and conditioning.)
Set 4
John Phillips, “She’s Just 14”
Tanya Tucker, “Blood Red and Going Down”
David Allan Coe, “Death Row”
Bob Dylan, “Man Gave Names to All the Animals”
Slim Gaillard, “Fuck Off (The Dirty Rooster)”
(By the touch of America's wand, divine troublemakers are transformed into porcine stone figurines)
Set 5
Memphis Minnie, “Ma Rainey”
Robert Gordon, “It’s In the Bottle”
Sisters of Saint Francis, “In Heaven There Is No Beer”
Sonic Recycling Program, “I’m Fucked Up, I’ve Got Problems, and I’m Dangerous”
Charles Manson, “Arkansas”
(At the nethermost core of Tony Tost, and at the underside of his America, lay novelty, terror, and the transcendence of good taste)
Set 6
Robert Mitchum, “The Ballad of Thunder Road”
The Blue Sky Boys, “I Wish I Had Never Seen Sunshine”
Judy Lynn, “The Calm Before the Storm”
Scott Walker, “The Lady Came From Baltimore”
19 July 2009
from the korean notebooks
The sumptial colonel is losing weight with Zoloft
& gaining weight with prozac. Wings have been useless.
He walks the stairs to Wonderland.
He's an eliptical machine.
Fingernails chalk
the walls.
The sumptial colonel has headed
east has
dropped
verbs into
simple tenses.
His marriage loins gone drury.
Sugar in a round
clay pot.
The peace. The wasp. The slope.
Singing nettles under
a black
umbrella.
Behold the no-lid.
Mops
and old rugs
on a metal staircase.
& gaining weight with prozac. Wings have been useless.
He walks the stairs to Wonderland.
He's an eliptical machine.
Fingernails chalk
the walls.
The sumptial colonel has headed
east has
dropped
verbs into
simple tenses.
His marriage loins gone drury.
Sugar in a round
clay pot.
The peace. The wasp. The slope.
Singing nettles under
a black
umbrella.
Behold the no-lid.
Mops
and old rugs
on a metal staircase.
18 July 2009
bits and bobs unmolded from the London notebook
I'm testing my banality.
Do you see this moon tissue?
Snail shells were once used as an allegory for both grave and resurrection.
The bright green and orange parrots are outside my window. They are beautifully lost.
There are more things in a closed box than an open one.
Make haste yea gentlemen who ride across the seas. My housemate awakens furniture that once slept.
Every morning I give a thought to saint Robinson Crusoe. Waterbugs floated on the china plate.
----------------------------------------------------
Q: Was I in yr tummy when you were dancing?
A: No!
Q: Where was I?
A: No where.
Q: Where is no where?
----------------------------------------------------
If you want to see the mirror then say please. The banality of the situation requires attention. A small lint free cloth, two pound coins, a small twig, and unresolved scum clogged the washing machine. I cannot proper myself completely. I imagine a forest life surrounded by friends in plaid shirts and muddy boots. That lady told me I lack male role models. I'm still forever spelling my selves. Every poem wants a freedom. Give me back my bones. What hides you? Who is giving you a hiding? How do you hide? Being starts with well-being. Lithocardites are heart shells. Images set verbs in motion. The French proverb says if you steal an egg you steal an ox. Houses are made from liquor and saliva. What is the dreamlife of language? The wing is near the engine. Every land a jigsaw. Etwas schnell. Eat the snail. Listen to me. I need a goading. Will you goad me? A tight squeeze of the lid doth not drive away wrath. Behold my face how it bores me. More and more went in and more and more came out. Folks pay a fortune for their lives.
Do you see this moon tissue?
Snail shells were once used as an allegory for both grave and resurrection.
The bright green and orange parrots are outside my window. They are beautifully lost.
There are more things in a closed box than an open one.
Make haste yea gentlemen who ride across the seas. My housemate awakens furniture that once slept.
Every morning I give a thought to saint Robinson Crusoe. Waterbugs floated on the china plate.
----------------------------------------------------
Q: Was I in yr tummy when you were dancing?
A: No!
Q: Where was I?
A: No where.
Q: Where is no where?
----------------------------------------------------
If you want to see the mirror then say please. The banality of the situation requires attention. A small lint free cloth, two pound coins, a small twig, and unresolved scum clogged the washing machine. I cannot proper myself completely. I imagine a forest life surrounded by friends in plaid shirts and muddy boots. That lady told me I lack male role models. I'm still forever spelling my selves. Every poem wants a freedom. Give me back my bones. What hides you? Who is giving you a hiding? How do you hide? Being starts with well-being. Lithocardites are heart shells. Images set verbs in motion. The French proverb says if you steal an egg you steal an ox. Houses are made from liquor and saliva. What is the dreamlife of language? The wing is near the engine. Every land a jigsaw. Etwas schnell. Eat the snail. Listen to me. I need a goading. Will you goad me? A tight squeeze of the lid doth not drive away wrath. Behold my face how it bores me. More and more went in and more and more came out. Folks pay a fortune for their lives.
15 July 2009
my intro to poetry blog from 2005
Interesting to revisit this blog for an intro to poetry class I taught at UNC Greensboro. All non-poets and non-English majors. A lot of fun. I miss it!!!
intro to poetry
intro to poetry
13 July 2009
Mike Wallace interview with Jack Kerouac (1958)
MW: Sounds like a self-destructive way to seek God
JK: Oh, it was tremendous. I woke up sick about the fact that I had come back to
myself, to the flesh of life...
MW: You mean the Beat people want to lose themselves?
JK: Yeah. You know, Jesus said to see the Kingdom of Heaven you must lose
yourself...something like that.
MW: Then the Beat Generation loves death?
JK: Yeah, They're not afraid of death.
MW: Aren't you afraid?
JK: Naw... What I believe is that nothing is happening,
MW: What do you mean?
JK: Well you're not sitting here. That's what you *think*. Actually we are great
empty space. I could walk right *through* you... You know what I mean, we're
made out of atoms, electrons. We're actually empty. We're an empty vision...in
one mind.
MW: In what mind--the mind of God.
JK: That's the name we give it. We can give it any name. We can call it
tangerine...god...tangerine...But I know we are empty phantoms sitting here
thinking we are human beings and worrying about civilization. We're just empty
phantoms. And yet, all is well.
MW: All is well?
JK: Yeah. We're all in Heaven, now, really.
MW: You don't sound happy.
JK: Oh, I'm tremendously sad. I'm in great despair.
MW: Why?
JK: Its a great burden to be alive. A heavy burden, a great big heavy burden. I
wish I were in Heaven, dead.
MW: But youa re in Heaven, Jack. You just said we all were.
JK: Yeah. If I only knew it. If I could only hold on to what I know. [Then,
casually, rising] "You must meet my friend Phillip Lamantia. He was knocked off
a bench by an angel last week."
JK: Oh, it was tremendous. I woke up sick about the fact that I had come back to
myself, to the flesh of life...
MW: You mean the Beat people want to lose themselves?
JK: Yeah. You know, Jesus said to see the Kingdom of Heaven you must lose
yourself...something like that.
MW: Then the Beat Generation loves death?
JK: Yeah, They're not afraid of death.
MW: Aren't you afraid?
JK: Naw... What I believe is that nothing is happening,
MW: What do you mean?
JK: Well you're not sitting here. That's what you *think*. Actually we are great
empty space. I could walk right *through* you... You know what I mean, we're
made out of atoms, electrons. We're actually empty. We're an empty vision...in
one mind.
MW: In what mind--the mind of God.
JK: That's the name we give it. We can give it any name. We can call it
tangerine...god...tangerine...But I know we are empty phantoms sitting here
thinking we are human beings and worrying about civilization. We're just empty
phantoms. And yet, all is well.
MW: All is well?
JK: Yeah. We're all in Heaven, now, really.
MW: You don't sound happy.
JK: Oh, I'm tremendously sad. I'm in great despair.
MW: Why?
JK: Its a great burden to be alive. A heavy burden, a great big heavy burden. I
wish I were in Heaven, dead.
MW: But youa re in Heaven, Jack. You just said we all were.
JK: Yeah. If I only knew it. If I could only hold on to what I know. [Then,
casually, rising] "You must meet my friend Phillip Lamantia. He was knocked off
a bench by an angel last week."
6 July 2009
soundeye festival in cork
Leaving Wednesday morning. Lots of great poets to mingle with. My first public reading from Godzenie.
Super stellar lineup:
SoundEye #13
8-12 July 2009
Cork, Ireland
Wed July 8 • 18:00 • admission free
Firkin Crane, Shandon, Cork
Reading: Sean Bonney (UK) + Mairéad Byrne (Irl/USA) + Keith Tuma (USA)
Thu July 9 • 18:00 • admission free
Firkin Crane, Shandon, Cork
Reading: James Cummins (Irl) + Frances Kruk (UK) + Keston Sutherland (UK)
Thu July 9 • 20:30 • admission €5
The Other Place Club, St. Augustine St. (just off Paradise Place / Western Rd.), Cork
SoundEye Cabaret (Programmed by Fergal Gaynor)
With Isabella Oberlander (dancer AUT) + Boiled String (performance poetry CYM) + Mathematical Muse (poetry / performance / music) + Retorika Quartet with Camilla Griehsel (baroque and renaissance strings with soprano) + many more
Fri July 10 • 14:00 • admission free
The Guesthouse, 10 Chapel Street, Shandon, Cork
Reading: Swantje Lichtenstein (Ger) + Kevin Perryman (Ire/Ger) + Stephen Rodefer (USA/Fr) + Michael Smith (Ire)
Fri July 10 • 17:30 • admission free
Firkin Crane, Shandon, Cork
Reading: Jerome Rothenberg (USA) + Geoffrey Squires (Ire/UK) + Christine Wertheim (Aus/UK/USA)
Fri July 10 • 21:00 • admission free
Meade's Wine Bar, 126 Oliver Plunkett Street, Cork
Couscous@Meade's with M/C Mairéad Byrne
(Pre-programmed open-mic)
Sat July 11 • 11:30 • admission free
Firkin Crane, Shandon, Cork
Poetry by Default programmed by Jimmy Cummins
Reading: Jim Goar (USA) + Marcus Slease (NIre) + David Toms (Ire)
Sat July 11 • 17:00 • admission €3 (towards the upkeep of the building)
(Sonic Vigil runs continuously 12:00 - 18:00)
St. Fin Barre's Cathedral, Cork
SoundEye/Sonic Vigil sound event
Performance: Jaap Blonk (Nl) + Jerome Rothenberg (USA) + Christine Wertheim (UK/USA)
Sat July 11 • 20:00 • admission free
Eason's Hill Community Centre, Eason's Hill, Shandon, Cork
Reading: Peter Manson (UK) + Maggie O'Sullivan (UK) + Tom Raworth (UK/Ire)
[Tom Raworth's reading is generously supported by Poetry Ireland]
Sun July 12 • 11:00 • admission free
Firkin Crane, Shandon, Cork
Reading: Thomas McCarthy (Ire) + Mark Mallon (Ger/Fin) + Luke Roberts (UK)
Sun July 12 • 13:00 • admission free
The Guesthouse, 10 Chapel Street, Shandon, Cork
Reading: Billy Mills (Ire) + Martin Corless-Smith (UK/USA) + Catherine Walsh (Ire)
[The SoundEye Festival is made possible thanks to the Small Festivals Scheme of The Irish Arts Council]
Soundeye 2009
Super stellar lineup:
SoundEye #13
8-12 July 2009
Cork, Ireland
Wed July 8 • 18:00 • admission free
Firkin Crane, Shandon, Cork
Reading: Sean Bonney (UK) + Mairéad Byrne (Irl/USA) + Keith Tuma (USA)
Thu July 9 • 18:00 • admission free
Firkin Crane, Shandon, Cork
Reading: James Cummins (Irl) + Frances Kruk (UK) + Keston Sutherland (UK)
Thu July 9 • 20:30 • admission €5
The Other Place Club, St. Augustine St. (just off Paradise Place / Western Rd.), Cork
SoundEye Cabaret (Programmed by Fergal Gaynor)
With Isabella Oberlander (dancer AUT) + Boiled String (performance poetry CYM) + Mathematical Muse (poetry / performance / music) + Retorika Quartet with Camilla Griehsel (baroque and renaissance strings with soprano) + many more
Fri July 10 • 14:00 • admission free
The Guesthouse, 10 Chapel Street, Shandon, Cork
Reading: Swantje Lichtenstein (Ger) + Kevin Perryman (Ire/Ger) + Stephen Rodefer (USA/Fr) + Michael Smith (Ire)
Fri July 10 • 17:30 • admission free
Firkin Crane, Shandon, Cork
Reading: Jerome Rothenberg (USA) + Geoffrey Squires (Ire/UK) + Christine Wertheim (Aus/UK/USA)
Fri July 10 • 21:00 • admission free
Meade's Wine Bar, 126 Oliver Plunkett Street, Cork
Couscous@Meade's with M/C Mairéad Byrne
(Pre-programmed open-mic)
Sat July 11 • 11:30 • admission free
Firkin Crane, Shandon, Cork
Poetry by Default programmed by Jimmy Cummins
Reading: Jim Goar (USA) + Marcus Slease (NIre) + David Toms (Ire)
Sat July 11 • 17:00 • admission €3 (towards the upkeep of the building)
(Sonic Vigil runs continuously 12:00 - 18:00)
St. Fin Barre's Cathedral, Cork
SoundEye/Sonic Vigil sound event
Performance: Jaap Blonk (Nl) + Jerome Rothenberg (USA) + Christine Wertheim (UK/USA)
Sat July 11 • 20:00 • admission free
Eason's Hill Community Centre, Eason's Hill, Shandon, Cork
Reading: Peter Manson (UK) + Maggie O'Sullivan (UK) + Tom Raworth (UK/Ire)
[Tom Raworth's reading is generously supported by Poetry Ireland]
Sun July 12 • 11:00 • admission free
Firkin Crane, Shandon, Cork
Reading: Thomas McCarthy (Ire) + Mark Mallon (Ger/Fin) + Luke Roberts (UK)
Sun July 12 • 13:00 • admission free
The Guesthouse, 10 Chapel Street, Shandon, Cork
Reading: Billy Mills (Ire) + Martin Corless-Smith (UK/USA) + Catherine Walsh (Ire)
[The SoundEye Festival is made possible thanks to the Small Festivals Scheme of The Irish Arts Council]
Soundeye 2009
4 July 2009
3 July 2009
pinhole visions
A pinhole camera is a very simple camera with no lens and a single very small aperture. Simply explained, it is a light-proof box with a small hole in one side. Light from a scene passes through this single point and projects an inverted image on the opposite side of the box. Cameras using small apertures, and the human eye in bright light both act like a pinhole camera.
pinhole visions
pinhole visions
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