Salacious Banter

John Coletti
Arlo Quint

Saturday February 7 8pm
900 S. 5th St.
$5 suggested donation

why, the reading's in Milwaukee, of course...
come early for fun & frivolity but bring some of your own too.

John Coletti is the author of books such as Physical Kind, from Boku Books and Portable Press at Yo Yo Labs, and recently Same Enemy Rainbow, from Fewer & Further Press. He edits The Poetry Project Newsletter and lives in Brooklyn. He co-edits Open 24 Hours Press with Greg Fuchs.

Arlo Quint works at the The Poetry Project at St Marks in the Bowery, and is the author such books as Photogenic Memory, from Lame House Press, and Days On End, from Open 24 Hours Press. We believe him to be a church-going lad.

Still Life With Lotion

I didn't really splurge on lotion.

Think what you will, but lotion is actually rather utilitarian!

It can coo, for christsake!!

Paralysis

I've been paralyzed from doing any kind of blogging outside event-posting, appreciative linking or solicitation of sponsorship for a certain worthy cause in the past few weeks. Maybe it's feelings of nervous chest-weirdness, but that hasn't stopped this particular activity recently. Most people have probably stopped checking this blog, I'd say 8 out of the 11 people who've read this blog have probably given up on it, and the rest are stalking me. I have an extremely irrational inner monologue. And I think it's the one I've had for awhile. And so when I start to blog, it turns into what is called "stinking thinking", and what else would I expect to come out. It's extremely hard to express this, because I don't want to bring anyone down, or creep anyone out. I'll read this in the future and cringe, though that's not so unusual. There is something either in the spontaneous nature of this activity, or in my own anticipation of how others will receive it that paralyzes most any expression of it, the thing, whatever this blog is for. I originally started doing this blog and eventually focusing mainly on it in lieu of another blog that's still up and has a large output that anyone could look at called dodo with the idea of developing my own critical writing, or having a body of critical writing. I think this blog for the most part fails in that respect. It has other qualities. Poetry, and other "arts" do have a huge impact on my life. Besides the people who I consider closest to me, they are the main influence on my life. But I find that when I try to write about poetry for instance, I am almost completely unable to articulate why it's so important. Which seems like it might be a good skill to have. I once heard the phrase "articulation anxiety", and without having any idea whether that phrase has a larger context or not (you're gonna tell me that it's from some writer who I'm totally embarrassed to be referencing), I think that's what it is. I promise not to take this post down, even though I'm no longer sure even now as I'm revising it a few minutes after the fact what it's for.

Salacious Banter

John Coletti
Arlo Quint

Saturday February 7 8pm
900 S. 5th St.
$5 suggested donation

why, the reading's in Milwaukee, of course...
come early for fun & frivolity but bring some of your own too.

John Coletti is the author of books such as Physical Kind, from Boku Books and Portable Press at Yo Yo Labs, and recently Same Enemy Rainbow, from Fewer & Further Press. He edits The Poetry Project Newsletter and lives in Brooklyn. He co-edits Open 24 Hours Press with Greg Fuchs.

Arlo Quint works at the The Poetry Project at St Marks in the Bowery, and is the author such books as Photogenic Memory, from Lame House Press, and Days On End, from Open 24 Hours Press. We believe him to be a church-going lad.

THE POEM OF THE FUTURE by Anne Boyer

I need your sponsorship in the Woodland Pattern poetry marathon and benefit. This would benefit one of the greatest bookstores in the country. Though no amount is too small, 35 bucks is nice and generous. This is an opportunity for you too! For I will write a love poem, yes, a love poem, for whomever so chooses to engage in sponsorship! Or if that makes you uncomfortable, it can be something of your choosing. I'll try not to break up any marriages or burden anyone with a burgeoning Hauser-obsession but I can't make any promises. Like John Candy's tail in the movie Spaceballs, the poetry tends to have a mind of it's own.

And here is a copy of the pledge sheet and a link to the event. They're asking for the pledges by the 26th. And as always I'm at flabscoresbig@yahoo.com.

Anne Boyer writes about the borderless internet, the Harriet blog and such.

One year at the Woodland Pattern Poetry Marathon, I felt compelled to try explain what flarf is to the audience. To see how I'll embarrass myself this year, and hear some authentic Saffran-Hauser banter, you'll just have to be in attendance. I'm reading in the 11 o'clock hour.

Rumors of a Gaustad-Saffran-Hauser recreation of this video are not true.

The Woodland Pattern Poetry Marathon 2009: this time it's blerrsonal.

(Slogan is not connected with Woodland Pattern.)

PS: I'll be at the Spicer reading too.

Here is the wonderful Activities compilation available in MP3 form. I lent my vocal talents to Nothing in that Drawer.

A quick note: I want to use this quick note to say that you should read The Golden Age Of Paraphernalia by Kevin Davies. Besides having just about the coolest title in a long time, I can't think of a better book with which to think about the current dwindling "golden age" we're experiencing. I also propose a reading group that would groupthink through its intertwining sequences together. But since that might not happen, I'll say that The Golden Age Of Paraphernalia offers the best of a certain kind of reading experience, which is to open to a random page and begin reading. It's like the most invigorating episode of getting lost in an old city imaginable. Following one sequential route until that route intersects with, and consequently is interrupted by, another sequential route, before the resumption of another street precedes the resumption of the street you were following to begin with, but which has changed somehow and isn't going where you expected it to. And in two parts of the city there are large shopping centers with their multiple levels of by turns colloquial and/or narrative language recanting several disastrous and historically omnipotent scenarios, which together form a force field demarcated by radiant neon signs that give you a shock if you touch them. Get the idea? Allow me to end this quick note by (apologies to the author) mangling one passage from Duckwalking a Perimeter:

That place

   where
 when you go there
they have to cast you out