Thank you, Cutbank, for publishing "Fort Cochi, India" in your latest issue. If anyone is interested, it is available here:
http://www.cutbankonline.org/2013/10/07/cutbank-79-now-available/
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
LAMENTATION ENDING WITH LOTUS BLOSSOM
New long poem up at Sixth Finch.
http://sixthfinch.com/reynolds5.html
Plus new work by the likes of Jeremiah Gould (publisher of Buenos Aires!), Sarah Green (former colleague and friend!), and many excellent others. Lots of reading to do, but after a quick glance, this poem by Christoper DeWeese stands out:
http://sixthfinch.com/deweese3.html
Ah man, Christopher, how I can relate to the "careful tired air" out of which we try to make song.
http://sixthfinch.com/reynolds5.html
Plus new work by the likes of Jeremiah Gould (publisher of Buenos Aires!), Sarah Green (former colleague and friend!), and many excellent others. Lots of reading to do, but after a quick glance, this poem by Christoper DeWeese stands out:
http://sixthfinch.com/deweese3.html
Ah man, Christopher, how I can relate to the "careful tired air" out of which we try to make song.
CITY OF TOMORROW CITY OF TODAY
Thank you, Carl at Greying Ghost. It is beautiful.
http://greyingghost.tumblr.com/post/62194325822/city-of-tomorrow-chad-reynolds-i-like-to
Here's what Carl says about it:
"I like to imagine these poems being read on the fresh ruins of a city that used to be a city that, too, was once a city before. One line flakes away into the dust congress of the next; another explodes like a hidden sex organ. In two hundred years maybe these poems will be rediscovered underneath the burnt out chassis of a party bus and people will be envious of you for having been the first to expound on the truths of this collection. City of Tomorrow sidearm-swipes the bookshelf of your mind clean only to build a new shelf and destroy that one, too.”
http://greyingghost.tumblr.com/post/62194325822/city-of-tomorrow-chad-reynolds-i-like-to
Here's what Carl says about it:
"I like to imagine these poems being read on the fresh ruins of a city that used to be a city that, too, was once a city before. One line flakes away into the dust congress of the next; another explodes like a hidden sex organ. In two hundred years maybe these poems will be rediscovered underneath the burnt out chassis of a party bus and people will be envious of you for having been the first to expound on the truths of this collection. City of Tomorrow sidearm-swipes the bookshelf of your mind clean only to build a new shelf and destroy that one, too.”
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