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sexual healing

My hacky sacks are full of beans

and you are full

of beans

too




Transmission 3. Katowice. Southern Poland.

HAVE U SEEN MY WHALE

freudian comics with my Polish girlfriend Ewa

over at Keep This Bag Away from Children:



http://keepthisbagawayfromchildren.com/






TRANSMISSION 2. CHRISTMAS EVE. KATOWICE POLAND

or bodies made of smoke
or a giant made of meat hearts




*****

I want a floor

like this

laminated

and shining

everything in its right place

even when

it's not

*****

we are bathed in green lights
the first star is still waiting
to arrive
to Katowice

*****

I'm sitting in a little wooden room
typing this
in a room full of Russian dolls
all different sizes
inside each doll is another doll and another and so on
we all know about those Russian dolls

******

A large snowman is sitting on the stool next to me. It has a blue hat, red scarf, and red nose. It is lit from the inside. By 25 white lights.

*****

There are two pots on the balcony. I have opened one. It is a large pot of onions. Swimming in oils. Beautiful oils. There are also hideen chunks of Herring.

******

I stood on the balcony to watch the snow melt into mud. Fur hooded Polish girls were walking their sausage dogs. They pull down their fur hoods and wish each other a merry Christmas.

******

I cannot believe the feelings thos…

TRANSMISSION 1. CHRISTMAS EVE. KATOWICE POLAND

My body ballooned in the bathtub. My scrotum was a magical sea creature. I watched it bob before annointing myself with oils.

Then I ate a plate of bigos. No two plates.

Then I entered the house of zabka and said pa prush sha do va LM na bel ski. That means two packs of cigarettes. The lady who served me was missing her eyebrows.

I want to be an interesting story like a bowl of tangerines.

We are waiting for the first star. It is 16.03. It should arrive at 16.40. When it arrives we will break bread wafers. And then the carp will arrive. Spineless. At the table.

It's Christmas Eve in Poland. And other places. Too.




MARYNOWANE NIEBO AT DOGZPLOT

my flash fiction up at DOGZPLOT. Great issue. Great illustrations/paintings!!! Thank you Jesse Eagle.  Super happy.


MARYNOWANE NIEBO means "pickled heaven" in Polish. Flash fiction takes place in Manhattan estate in Katowice, Poland.

Check it out:

http://dogzplot.blogspot.co.uk/2012/12/marynowane-niebo-marcus-slease.html




Painting by Lea Barozzi: http://leabarozzi.com/

THE BLUE RIDER BY MARCUS SPEH

check it . . dig it . .

http://www.metazen.ca/?p=11843




gonna do a Mu (so) Dream (Window) reading in Manchester in Feb

If you are in Manchester . . come on out . . . 6th Feb 2013 . . .


I luved this city by Stephanie Gray

what overly optimistic candy must feel . .




http://paperbagazine.com/IssueNo4/Gray_Loved.html







A Mayan ride in the soft machine

If you are in London come on out. Will be reading some fucked up elfish mayan house of Zabka bizarro in honour of Mr. Burroughs. 
Tues Jan 15th 2013.  Parasol Unit is the place: http://parasol-unit.org/on-beat

Mu (so) Dream (Window)

available for pre-order over here at Poor Claudia:

http://www.poorclaudia.org/details_slease.php

A informal reading of some of the poems:












how the strip club is a constellation & other poems By Julia Clare Tillinghast-Akalin

http://www.3ammagazine.com/3am/julia-tillinghast-akalin-how-the-strip-club/





She has spent a number of years, on and off, living in Istanbul, Turkey, and is Co-Translator ofDirty August, a selected poems of the experimental 20th-century Turkish poet Edip Cansever. 

This mades me very curious. I loved living in Turkey and exploring experimental Turkish poetry. Must find this Dirty August!!!


NEW CRUSH AT POOR CLAUDIA: SARA RENEE MARSHALL

Alan Watts - On Nothingness

THE BOOK I TOSS BY TED GREENWALD

THE BOOK I TOSS BY TED GREENWALD
The book I toss is Boss It bangs against the walls And gets me working I watch its thin green Recede into a reed And think the time right To set the Boss right We argue Cops suddenly appear I throw them and Boss Out the window And unscrew my ankles I be my own boss I be my own police

Jake Adam York

I met Jake Adam York when I lived in North Carolina. He published one of my first poems "Mr Whiskers and the Picnic Basket." I have a broadside of one of his poems celebrating the sensuality of southern BBQ.

It was a shock to hear that he has died this past weekend. Close to my own age.

You can hear him read here:

http://www.kenyonreview.org/2012/12/in-remembrance-of-jake-adam-york/


Husbandry by Hajara Quinn

how to waste your lunch hour

how to waste your lunch hour by Jennifer Omegahttp://www.metazen.ca/?p=11662

FEELINGS POETRY READING (NORTH LONDON)

If you are in London, check this reading out tomorrow. Jeff Hilson rocks my world. Amy De’Ath is cool too. The sad dj is cool. Lots of cool shit.


Thursday 20:00 An evening of film, poetry and sad disco.

Poetry:
Amy De’Ath
Marianne Morris
Sophie Mayer
Jeff Hilson
Samantha Walton
!more tbc!

Film:
Liz Rosenfeld

Sad Disco:
DJ Dr Kemp

IT DOESN'T GET ANY BETTER THAN TIM ATKINS . . ON ANY PLANET

"English poetry is suddenly in the happy state of being wide and generous enough to feel confident in its ability to draw upon art, music, the emotions, beauty, surrealism, language writing, comedy, the diverse strands of the New American Poetry, and, even (after a long time being banned by an academy which valorizes overwrought language and intellectual showing off) some kind of recognizable, erotic, and enjoyable LIFE. This is the happy and generous environment in which we find ourselves — at last! It has been a long time coming." -- Tim Atkins




Contemporary English Poetry and North American influences

Some of the very best poetry coming from the United Kingdom. And it rocks. Big time! Small group but fuckin brilliant!!!

http://jacket2.org/feature/contemporary-english-poetry-and-north-american-influences

Melissa Broder over at the new coconut

" Beirut, I Love You " booktrailer for Zena el Khalil

chips and curry

in honour of my brother's birthday today. He died unexpectedly six months ago. Heroin overdose in Spanish Fork Utah. Miss him a shitload. He would have turned 30 today. We were very close growing up together. Took care of him when he was a baby. Bathed him in a plastic baby tub in Milton Keynes, England. Rode bikes together in the deserts of Las Vegas and collected lizards and rocks. Spent the last two New Years and Christmas with him in Spanish Fork Utah. We were reconnecting as adults. Best time of my life. Things change. Nothing can be taken for granted.



alan watts

kindly help me or you’ll drown said the monkey putting a fish up in a tree


Dorothea lasky in spanish

tanfachoelbobo:

La gente empieza tragedias luego le echa la culpa al mundo
No fue la culpa del mundo que tengo miedo
Que la gente empezó
El quilombo que no pude arreglar
La gente como universo
La gente se muere también
La gente como oscuro cielo gris, las luces atizan
Puntos amarillos de azul y plata
Qué es...

Throb and Gristle on Exile TV

is it where I am going? 
or where I have gone?
is where I am going far?


what i'd like for christmas by ted berrigan

What I'd Like For Christmas, 1970
by Ted Berrigan


Black brothers to get happy
The Puerto Ricans to say hello
The old folks to take it easy &
as it comes
The United States to get straight
Power to butt out
Money to fuck off
Business with honor
Religion
& Art
Love
A home
A typewriter
A GUN.



ipad edition of poets and artists

video reading of "Regent Street" in new ipad edition of poets and artists. Happy to be in there. Thank you Didi Menendez. Maybe someday I'll get an ipad.

subscribe for free to the mag here:

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/ipoetsartists/id586627484?mt=11



NEW ISSUE OF INDIGEST MAG

a mauling cat named dracula . . a dog named dookie . . a chaise lounge  . .
easy rabbit soup . . sugar free gum  . ok cupid . . and a whole
lot more . .

http://indigestmag.com/blog/?p=17947#.UMYsqo4aBGo







The Fall (hit the north) makes me wanna go to Blackpool!!!

A SHORT STORY ABOUT TWIGGY

Poor Claudia and Emily Pettit

Poor Claudia (doesn't get any better) from Nick van Eck:
Something beautiful about swinging! Feel like getting away from the holiday hustle and leaping mid-air into a white hot void of weightless language? Look at that. We’ve got four new poems from EMILY PETTIT.

Emily Pettit’s the author of Goat in the Snow (Birds LLC). She’s also an editor for notnostrums, jubliat, and Factory Hollow Press. She teaches at Flying Object and Elms College. 

http://poorclaudia.org/crush_pettit.php

poems from the circle line

A METAZEN CHRISTMAS

A METAZEN CHRISTMAS

I am designing an alt lit Christmas in Poland. At the house of Zabka.
We will club the carp in the bathtub and then we will cook it and eat it. We will eat pierogi and break bread crackers when the first star arrives. And everyone will speak Polish and wish good tidings and I won’t understand the words. But that’s OK.
At the end of the night I will go to the quiet room and open up my inbox where all my friend’s live. And I will unwrap my Metazen ebook. And I will read and be happy.
I am glad TB is gone. All the great Romantics died from TB.

cannibal manifesto

Wikipedia:


The Manifesto Antropófago (Cannibal Manifesto in English) was published in 1928 by the Brazilianpoet and polemicistOswald de Andrade. The essay was translated to English in 1991 by Leslie Bary. Its argument is that Brazil's history of "cannibalizing" other cultures is its greatest strength, while playing on the modernistsprimitivist interest in cannibalism as an alleged tribal rite. Cannibalism becomes a way for Brazil to assert itself against European post-colonial cultural domination. The Manifesto's iconic line is "Tupi or not Tupi: that is the question." The line is simultaneously a celebration of the Tupi, who practiced certain forms of ritual cannibalism (as detailed in the 16th century writings of André ThévetHans Staden, and Jean de Léry), and a metaphorical instance of cannibalism: it eats Shakespeare.



http://dmp.bard.edu/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/Andrade_CannibalistManifesto.pdf



new issue of Rampike

happy for my work to be in great company. Peter Jaeger, Tim Atkins, Richard Parker, Amy De'Ath, Cathy Wagner, bill bissett, Sachiko Murakami and lots more . .  My poem is "Song of the Open Road." A creative translation of Walt Whitman.  lots to explore . .
Fantastic issue that opens up possibilities.  .  the only kind of reading worth reading . .
http://web4.uwindsor.ca/rampike

TEMPLE OF THE TIGERS (Documentary)

USA: Poetry, Frank O'Hara (1966)

metazen christmas

cloud/moustache by robert duncan gray

great start to my Sunday:




check it out:

http://naplitmag.com/echapbooks/cloud.pdf