_CRICKET ONLINE REVIEW_ V:1

So, I have no idea how one would “review” a periodical as eclectic as Cricket Online Review, so I’m just going to provide one-line descriptions of the poetry (and some concrete/vizpo). I will identify each piece by title, sans author, so you’ll have to look at the issue to see who wrote it (except in cases where there is more than one piece by a single author, in which case I’ve used the author’s name).

- Taut – implied narrative (scary), lyricized.
- One-Letter – a month-long abecederian romp!
- Somera – scrambled nature poems for the hip-hop gen.
- The Mole – scrambled nature poem for surredadists
- Human/Nature – that’s precisely the point. And theory etc. keeps spoiling the view
- Sanders – wish these were programmable to produce randomly generated animated syntax
- Simplicity – Yes
- $0.What – an able contribution to the poesie du skrilla
- Animate/in/animate – IT’S ALIVE! (and partially upside-down)
- That Desk – plain English, unfinished
- Things Come On – a sad symptom of the degeneration of a once-booming genre
- Gridpattern – Zoom and zoom again – it’s worth it. Docupoem surrounding that which will never disambiguate (by design).
- Huth – NOT Longfellow. Really visual fun.
- Topel – true cut-ups
- Mother-Infant Room – Too close to home, these days
- Tarantino – light! color! action!
- Chirot – indeed.
- Brunet – never mind the bullocks, here’s some collagepo to finish you off.

Best of all, it’s all free

Interesting factoid from NPR: Only one in five people living today were born when the first moon landing happened. I'm one of the elite; I was putting together a model of the LM while the LM landed on the moon.

I'm sure the figure for just the US would be much higher - that stat has more to do with population growth in southern countries than anything.

We can put a man on the moon, but we can't pay for education and health care! That has more to do with tax rates on the upper income brackets and corporations than with space exploration.

STOP ME BEFORE I BUY MORE!!

If you’ve perused these pages before, you probably know I have “issues” with the notion of Genre (and those who Police its boundaries). So I’m always on the lookout for stuff that ignores it (them). Last SPD catalog was light on such material. This one is not. (Oh and I go in for twisted nature poetry and whacky satirical verse, too.)

Anyway, help me out here. If there are any titles on the following list that you would *definitely* get – or definitely NOT get – please let me know. I mean, this is getting out of hand . . .

Baude, Dawn-Michelle. The Flying House. (Parlor)
Beachy-Quick, Dan. This Nest, Swift Passerine (Tupelo)
Bellamy, Dodie. Barf Manifesto (Ugly Duckling)
Blevins, Richard. Captivity Narratives (Meeting Eyes Bindery)
Boykoff, Jules. Hegemonic Love Potion. (Factory School)
de la Perriere, Donna. True Crime (Talisman House)
Farber, Thomas. Brief Nudity (Manoa Books/El Leon Literary Press)
Hamill, Meg. Trillions & Trillions of Heartbeats (Resonant Books)
Lin, Tan. Heath (Plagiarism/Outsource) (Zasterle)
Mara-Ann, M. Containment Scenario: Dislointer Medtextid Entcation: Horse Medicine (O Books)
Nguyen, Hoa. Hecate Lochia (Hot Whiskey)
Nowak, Mark. Coal Mountain Elementary (Coffee House)
Oliver, Akilah. A Toast in the House of Friends (Coffee House)
Rosenfield, Kim. Re:Evolution (Les Figues)
Scappettone, Jennifer. From Dame Quickly. (Litmus)
Schickling, Jared. Submissions. (BlazeVox)
Sims, Laura. Stranger. (Fence)
Zawacki, Andrew. Petals of Zero Petals of One (Talisman House)
Zolf, Rachel. Masque (Mercury Press).

U.S. TO BE DIVIDED BY 18-FOOT WALL

I'm not making this up. Of course, the Conservancy doesn't discuss the effects on people with family on both sides, or the unfortunate symbolism:

http://www.nature.org/wherewework/northamerica/states/texas/features/art26909.html

So what happened to raising taxes on people making more than $250,000 a year

I was about to be outraged about something, but I forgot what it was . . .

Agoos' Property

I Read Julie Agoos’ Property (Ausable) this week. Fairly representational narrative poems about New England, written in loose blank verse: hmm . . . who does this remind me of . . .

Actually, the book diverges from Frost in some important ways, and that has made all the difference. First, the narratives end rather abruptly – almost in media res, just as the story gets going. I like that, b/c stories ought to make you think about why they end – and begin – where and as they do. Not only does one have to piece together a narrative from the shorter poems, one also has to think beyond the ending.

In addition, these poems actually deal with history. With actual history, I mean – tho sometimes quotes are transported into totally different historical contexts. As I’ve said in these pages before, it’s hard to write about the Pequot War, for instance, without some readers’ thinking of Susan Howe, and these are definitely not Howe poems: for one thing, they really do tell stories, albeit slant (the “Reading of the Pequot War,” for instance, fast-forwards to later anti-immigrant sentiment at the end).

The best thing in the book is the long poem “Deposition,” composed of 21 “transcripts” – really snippets of imagined cross-examination in a trial. Not only does Agoos maintain her more-or-less consistent blank-verse template, she also (at the same time) presents an Altman-esque rendering of people talking over one another and at cross purposes:

Q: I mean, where had they emigrated from?

From?

Q: Where were they from?

What –

Q: Place.

- place? – Or did you mean –

Q: Where had they come from?

Attorney for the Defense: Let the witness answer.

-- what the last place was?

Q: Yes.

And that’s the entirety of “Transcript II”; some of these exchanges are worthy of Howard Baker and John Dean’s during the Watergate hearings. “Deposition” is not a Reznikoff deposition – indeed, it reads more like a mystery novel.

At other points in Property, the verse sounds a little (little) like North of Boston:

[they] should have foreseen, the signs all in
as they always are after the fact,
when the story becomes like the story again
of the universe starting: never before
was there something like this, at no time, no sir, ask anyone.

There are worse things to sound like. The transcript poems are worth the price of admission.

New CRICKET ONLINE REVIEW

The new Cricket Online Review (V:1) is up - with work by Richard Kostelanetz, Geof Huth, David-Baptiste Chirot, and o yeah me.

Lydick Mastering the Dream

Read an interesting book recently – Mastering the Dream, by Kelly Lydick. It’s published by Mary Burger and Second Story Press, which you should become acquainted with, if you’re interested in innovative narrative forms. Lydick’s book, for instance, alternates between first person (journal entries and dream narratives), second person (letters to self), and (in the second half of the book), third-person narration. All in prose (except for some poems in the letters), interspersed with single quotes from rabbis on otherwise blank pages. Taken together, it forms a story of the protagonist, “Marie,” who seems to be recovering from a suicide attempt, a failed love, but, more importantly, a generalized desire to connect the metaphysical dots (“technically, it is a fallacy to try to look for constellations on my body [freckles], because the mirror shows only the reverse image. // Shin. Mem. Aleph.”). Those last (reversed), “[a]ccording to some mystics . . . comprise what are known as the three ‘mother letters’” – analogous to A-U-M, one gathers. Thesis-antithesis-synthesis, solid-liquid-gas.

In any case, Aleph-Mem-Shin spells “yesternight,” a word that haunts the book. Thankfully, there’s no final word or how-to mysticism here. In fact, you the reader are asked to connect the dots of the story and the reflections (if I may) that punctuate the story. I’m finding it hard to quote anything – I didn’t underline, as is my wont – and many of the sentences describe the sort of routine thoughts that make up one’s day – if one thinks about things like being and non-being. I’d call the writing “simply good.”

If the universe is 99.9% empty space, then “[m]y identity is part of the 0.1% of matter.” Worth bearing in mind. Try tracing the space occupied by your body, for instance: “I try to meditate, Aleph, Mem, Shin, but it’s difficult to do looking only at the ink on the mirror instead of my body.”

If this were a real review (or universe), there would be an ending somewhere.

"The sum total of our thoughts creates the world."
- Cecilia Vicuña

"The world is everything that happens to me."
- Jean-Michel Espitallier

This may just about encapsulate SloPo v. Flarf

What if someone thought they were booking a reading with Laura Moriarity the novelist, and got Laura Moriarity the poet? Or vice versa?

I was talking about this possiblity with a student today, who suggested we invite the poet LM and have a joint reading with the novelist LM. Big Tent indeed!

Off to Busch Stadium for the Cards v. Giants game tomorrow. Hopefully they'll split the series, in spite of my being there to jinx them (with the "luck of the Irish" - an ironical phrase if there ever was one).