A Crackle in Your Ear

Sometimes updating this blog feels like writing "The Glaser Gazette" a twice ever published family newsletter I made in PrintShop (R.I.P.) on our Apple 2 GS (R.I.P.) many many years ago with the help of childhood best friend Jeff Puro (who has since moved on from his position at the Gazette).  But Mike Young updates his blog, and Jono had a pretty serious blog, etc.

Recently I rediscovered how great Jesus' Son is (duh!) and the lesser known collection "Escapes" by Joy Williams.  My copy of Escapes looks nothing like the one pictured.  For the first time I've been reading "Why Did I Ever" by Mary Robison, which is just as amazing as everyone told me it would be.  Who needs friends when you can spend your days with lovable lunatic narrators like this?

October 1st marked an important date in local literature news--It was the 3rd anniversary of Flying Object!  Refurbished firehouse and house of words dreamt and founded by Guy Pettit! For the last three years, I've marveled at it, and parked by it, and taught writing there, and learned about reptiles there, and participated in readings and collaborative drawing nights, and danced and sweated there, and snuck into the apartment there, and fiddled with the lock there, and been surprised to see Luke there, or Ben Roylance there, and tried to discern Guy's moods there, and pushed aside the black curtain there.  (The editors at The Glaser Gazette would have never let such a sentence fly, but here there is more creative freedom).  

On October 18th, we celebrate FLYING OBJECT, and all the poetry of the world, and the people in these towns, and the wildly inspiring performance work of Ben Hersey (who I had the joy of watching perform at the Book Mill last week, in an epically weird display of all the funniest parts of being human, in a tour de force (did I get that right?) that made all other art seem flappy and useless).  I will be reading poems alongside the music of Potty Mouth  (the talented, girl-powered band that reminds us how things used to feel/should feel, who have in the last year grown into their own, outgrowing their own with their new record Hell Bent), and the poems of Sampson Starkweather, a competitive athlete, a necessary dancer, the giant of the poetry world, and author of the murder weapon, The First 4 Books of Sampson Starkweather.  

If we are lucky, woman of grace, maker of beauty, Paige Taggart will show, and Ben Pease and Bianca Stone, and Ben Fama and Monica?  I know Peter Gizzi will be there, come early for a signature, and Dara Wier (in elegant black), and even possibly John Maradik, amateur badminton player, Seth Landman (man of the whale), famous sportswriter Frank Basket , Emily Hunt (artist/poet/beginner poker player), Emily Pettit (who I don't want to embarrass with any quick nickname), newlyweds and hilarious duo, Jacob and Shannon, the voice behind the clouds, Mike Young, gentleman about town, Boomer Pinches, local opinion, Jono Tosch, the beating heart of Brian Foley, neighbor of wit, Jonathan Volk, guys it's an exhausting amount of people... I heard that the ghost of Chris DeWeese will drop by and change the ipod to grunge music, and I know Dan Chelotti will be there, gathering the sticks of a poem the morning after, and is it too much to think new Umass Fiction Professor, Jeff Parker, might stop by? or Lucy from the bookstore, or the first years I haven't met yet, or Luke Bloomfield, mayor of Cattan, or Haley Thompson on her beautiful rescued bicycle, Halie Theoharides, the face inside my ring, Carla Costa brilliant mind in the trees.  Mike Young, is this what it feels like in your head?

If you want to buy tickets for the raffle or learn more about the party, click here.
Also, check out Kelin Loe's newest endeavor: Flying Object Radio!  Her first guest is stunningly amusing poet, Dorothea Lasky

Lastly, thanks to The Atlas Review and Ghost Proposal and Similarpeaks (any day now) for publishing new poems of mine.  Thanks to Better magazine for publishing great works by Emily Toder, Chris Deweese, and Dan Chelotti!  Did you guys check out Sink Review's new issue yet? I liked Jack's new poem in there and excited to read the rest!  Also, thanks to Jacob Kaplan for the shout out in Impose Magazine's new segment about literary happenings in NYC.


THE MIDDLE OF SUMMER (it feels like)

I was excited when a friend told me MOODS was on display at McNally Jackson, a book store I've always wanted to visit.  In this picture it looks so like the Amherst Books Poetry section.  Even that stretching girl seems slightly familiar.  

In local news, no more Kathy's Diner.  Mike Young couldn't be reached for comment. 

Also, if you are looking to read one of the wildest, most sophisticated sex stories of the 70's, find Harold Brodkey's Innocence.  The story appears in Brodkey's "Stories in an Almost Classical Mode" and also in the anthology "My Mistress's Sparrow is Dead" which is the only anthology I've ever loved and carried around with me like a treasure.


"Triple Overtime" and more

My art show "Triple Overtime" opens at P-R-I-M-E-T-I-M-E Gallery on June 15th.  Here is the Facebook invite.  Please stop by!

I've been discovering a lot of interesting sports painting on the internet these days.  Here is one of my favorites:

Shouldn't the Basketball Hall of Fame look more like that??

Two writer friends of mine, Jack Christian and Gabe Durham are about to embark on the tour for their first books!  Are they coming to a place near you?  They are reading with phenomenal people everywhere they go!

Lastly, tonight John and I read aloud the first chapter of one of the Wayside School books and several lines were cracking us up.


3 New Poems in Hobart

Thank You Elizabeth Ellen!

Mike Young suggested I read two books and I loved them!

's review
Apr 16, 13  ·  edit

Read from April 03 to 16, 2013

I hadn't heard of Iris Owens until the night Mike Young gave me this book, and a few pages in I knew she was a legend. Here is the oddness of Purdy and Jane Bowles, and the dreamy inner life of Lore Segal's Lucinella, but this book stands on its own legs, led by the sassiest narrator I've ever met. A bit much at times, and offensive to many, this gem has the most exciting sentences I've read since Gaetan Soucy's The Little Girl Who Was Too Fond of Matches. The descriptions in this book occasionally left me so floored that I had to put the book down and go to sleep.

's review
Apr 20, 13  ·  edit

Read in April, 2012

Amazing. Never has a book so deftly shown the petty nature, social calculations, emotional manipulations, whims and insecurities of the human brain than in this book. Hilarious and thought provoking.

The First Two Reviews of MOODS

First at Vouched Books (along with Seth Landman's 'Sign You Were Mistaken'), and then at Cleaver Magazine.  Hurray and thanks!!


Two New Titles from Factory Hollow Press!

I am pleased to announce that pre-order sales have begun for Seth Landman's collection of poems "Sign You Were Mistaken" and my own collection "MOODS."  Here to celebrate, is a poem from each recorded for Jupiter 88 : A video journal of contemporary poetry.  Seth Landman and myself.  To preorder, click here.