From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Wed Oct 3 19:00:09 2007 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Wed, 3 Oct 2007 22:00:09 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] Dolin, Lin, Hav, Gabbert, Starkweather, Peters tomorrow 10/4 NYC!!! Message-ID: <86a3fe410710031900r3512de48l18ef44b7ba516ed9@mail.gmail.com> Hey forget us not, come come tomorrow! We'll hug you one and all -- or not, if you prefer. Ana&Caroline, RealPoetik REALPOETIK NYC Thursday, October 4, 2007 at 8 pm. Bowery Poetry Club, 308 Bowery, between Houston and Bleecker. $8. +++ RealPoetik is the oldest and most active little magazine on the internet, publishing established & emerging poets since '96. Again we are Real in NYC with SHARON DOLIN TAO LIN NIELS HAV ELISA GABBERT SAMPSON STARKWEATHER & CAROL PETERS!!! Hosted by Editors Ana Bozicevic-Bowling & Caroline Conway +++ Sharon Dolin is the author of three books of poems: Realm of the Possible (Four Way Books, 2004), Serious Pink (Marsh Hawk Press, 2003), and Heart Work (The Sheep Meadow Press, 1995), as well as five poetry chapbooks. Her latest book, Burn and Dodge, is the winner of the Donald Hall Prize in Poetry and forthcoming from the University of Pittsburgh Press. Dolin is Poet-in-Residence at Eugene Lang College, The New School for Liberal Arts. She directs The Center for Book Arts Annual Letterpress Poetry Chapbook Competition and is a Curator for their Broadsides Reading Series. Tao Lin is the author of a novel, EEEEE EEE EEEE, a story-collection, BED, and a poetry-collection, YOU ARE A LITTLE BIT HAPPIER THAN I AM. Melville House will publish his second poetry-collection, COGNITIVE-BEHAVIORAL THERAPY, in 2008. Niels Hav is a Danish poet and short story writer living in Copenhagen with his wife, concert pianist Christina Bjørkøe. His new collection of poetry We Are Here is published by Book Thug, Toronto (books at bookthug.ca), and a selection of his poetry from the early years, God's Blue Morris, was published in Canada in 1992. He is the author of five collections of poetry and three of short fiction. Elisa Gabbert is an editor of Absent. Her recent poems have appeared or will appear in Pleiades, Cannibal, and LIT. A chapbook, Thanks for Sending the Engine , is available from Kitchen Press, and a book of collaborative poems written with Kathleen Rooney, That Tiny Insane Voluptuousness, is forthcoming from Otoliths Books. Sampson Starkweather's poems and essays have recently appeared or are forthcoming in LIT, Octopus Magazine, jubilat, New York Quarterly, and many other publications. He lives in the woods alone. Carol Peters writes poetry and teaches creative writing. Her chapbook, Muddy Prints, Water Shine, will be published in the 2007 New Women's Voices Series by Finishing Line Press out of Georgetown, Kentucky. Carol's work has appeared in Cairn, Pembroke Magazine , miPOradio, Pebble Lake Review, Bamboo Ridge, Ink Pot , Ink Burns, and the anthology Always on Friday. She divides her time between Charleston, SC and Hakalau, HI and blogs at http://carolpeters.blogspot.com . ~ Frequent www.realpoetik.blogspot.com for poems; www.realpoetikblog.blogspot.com for news! From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Wed Oct 3 19:01:01 2007 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Wed, 3 Oct 2007 22:01:01 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] Peter Bogart Johnson Message-ID: <86a3fe410710031901m59dba486nb0d10e10c0a717cc@mail.gmail.com> Peter Bogart Johnson currently works as a grant-writer for a New York City non-profit, and also co-edits the journal LIT. He holds an MFA from The New School, and his work has appeared in "I do this, I do that" and in the chapbook anthology "Earshot: the First Offenders." He lives in Brooklyn with his wife. Victorville A desert ridge over a red roof inn. Day old typewriter, dried up orange juice. Bob's Big Boy, a thermometer. A clean, clean street. A backyard that goes and goes. Irrigation ditch. A tree out of nowhere. A car park and a light bulb store. Street racing and low cloud cover. A jet test. A water park. Snakebites. Lovingly held walkmans. Lovingly stroked velour. Foreign smog. A road to your house, a road over the hill. Long dips in the pool. Long dips between bulwarks and Yucca. A decent price for electricity. Air conditioning before lunch in the yard. Aluminum and stucco over the pool. A bright light, no tunnel. An onramp. A concrete divider. An onramp. Action movies, 32 oz's. A dusty sidewalk. It's dry heat, anyway. A subcontract for garbage disposal. A neon nameplate. ~ Frequent www.realpoetik.blogspot.com for poems; www.realpoetikblog.blogspot.com for news! From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Fri Oct 12 13:42:35 2007 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2007 16:42:35 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] Veronika Reichl Message-ID: <86a3fe410710121342j6550a41dg56f68b94b3e4a75b@mail.gmail.com> Reinhard Reinhard's got himself under control. He's got wires leading to all his organs, but above all to his mouth. No unconsidered word crosses his lips. His mind has looked at everything. His digestion works. When he says, I'll do that, he'll do it. He can be relied on absolutely. If something doesn't want things the way he wants them, his will pulls on the wires, as if he were pulling on reins. The wire cables hang slack most of the time. But when he asks himself, after a Sunday of relaxation, how it actually was, he notices that the cables weren't really slack. His movements were hemmed in. They could have been so much more vast. Alexa There's Good and Bad left over from Alexa's daily life. Nearly every day, there's a piece of Good for the glass case. But the Less Good, that is to say the Bad, that stays too and collects in corners; and it must be eaten; how else is it supposed to disappear? It must be eaten by Alexa, for there's no one else around; eaten up and then the corners licked out. This Bad is a dry lump, it fills her mouth and tastes like communion wafers. But licking the corners out isn't too disgusting. For they're Alexa's corners and they're clean and fresh and sweet—all except for the Bad, which must be eaten up. Florian Florian must become one with himself, or better yet, be one with himself. There are two Florians, the one and the other, that is to say the mirror-image. For Florian One and Two can become congruent. Or better yet, they were so from the start. And it is always a mishap, almost a kind of sin, when Florian One gets out of line. There were always two, and one could say that the second is the mirror-image, the model, the plan, which the first should conform to; the plan that could show how everything ought to be. This plan is beautiful, like Florian himself actually, for Florian does everything he can to match the mirror-image. This is stressful, for the mirror-image has muscles, his eyes shine, and he always reacts with esprit. When Florian has aligned himself sufficiently with the mirror-image, his gaze shifts, the two images become one, and Florian sees himself three-dimensionally. - from the series "33 Functioning Machines." Veronika Reichl was born in 1973 in Baltimore. She grew up in Munich and studied graphic design and media arts in Stuttgart. She is currently completing her PhD dissertation, "Meaning Matches Meaning: Animated Film as Metaphor for Philosophical Texts," in Berlin. Her poems won the prestigious "Open-Mike" prize in 2003 and recently appeared in Circumference and Action, Yes. Donna Stonecipher (the translator) is the author of The Reservoir (Georgia, 2002) and Souvenir de Constantinople (Instance, 2007). Her translations from French and German have been widely published. ~ Frequent www.realpoetik.blogspot.com for poems; www.realpoetikblog.blogspot.com for news! From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Tue Oct 23 13:14:26 2007 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2007 16:14:26 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] Kirby Olson Message-ID: <86a3fe410710231314q14c8d403k28dca7f3254df7e7@mail.gmail.com> Nijinsky's Legacy Nijinsky's powerful upper thighs Friends, Americans, countrymen, Lend Nijinsky a leg Vaslav Nijinsky's missing brain Belated carnation from the early 20th century Our legs take us through summer evenings lawns crickets Our legs erupt into music as we walk. Kirby Olson's chapbook Waiting for the Rapture was published by Persistencia Press in 2006. He teaches philosophy and literature at SUNY-Delhi in the western Catskills. ~ Frequent www.realpoetik.blogspot.com for poems; www.realpoetikblog.blogspot.com for news! From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Tue Oct 23 13:41:00 2007 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2007 16:41:00 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] Sal decides: Sampson Starkweather wins Best Paris Hilton Poem Contest Message-ID: *Winner of the RealPoetik Best Paris Hilton Poem Contest* *AND THE WINNER IS......!!!!!!* Totally arbitrary!! It was difficult to decide! Really!! All the pieces seemed pretty good and/or funny to me and ultimately, my choice was relatively arbitrary. Not that one's choice of any lit over another isn't ultimately arbitrary of course. I note all the entries, visible on the blog (* http://realpoetikblog.blogspot.com/* ) by the way, were real heavy in their applications of registered trademarks and pop culture icons. I have no idea why Paris Hilton should be so universally associated with marketing and schlock culture, but there you have it. The other interesting thing was an apparent inability of RealPoetikers to distinguish between Paris Hilton, Lindsey Lohan and Britney Spears. And, uh, Nicole Richie. I am so sure they are different people!! Although I couldn't for the life of me tell you how to tell. Still...... But I had to chose one and so I chose *Sam Starkweather's *, probably because it used the verb "tivoed" and the proper name "Beyonce." I shall name my first daughter, Beyonce, I swear. AND he took the time and trouble to trick it all out with John Berryman's name (dragged John Berryman's name through the mud, some would say) and some such bullshit as "transcontemporation as a process" which I thought was way cool. OK. Here it is: *Sonnet # 114 * —a transcontemporation of John Berryman You cum Paris Hilton-haired through the J. Lo air bangin' on my split-level mobile-home screen-window and you be cummin' for like ever, up, down straight true through my reality show where I'm pittin'-out like an unused desktop icon: wazz up,— you be da body of the email, my micro-chip's on da fritz so I found when grandma got 86'ed, dial-up speed and I took Jet Blue down dirty South to da cremation jumping with in-laws, Beyonce ring-tone revealed her last text-message, icon still on screen, much less replied: Lewinskied spin-doctored me so effectively I turned off the TV & cringed in my entertainment center for all the re-runs I never TiVoed and never again dazzle coworkers at water coolers, a bitch to your beautiful ability to obsessively compulse. *OK. NEXT CONTEST, BEST PIECE OF SHORT LIT ON THE SUBJECT: "HEY, KIDS, LET'S START A WAR WITH IRAN BECAUSE THE WAR IN IRAQ IS GOIN' SO WELL FOR US (or something vaguely similar).* - Sal ** PS the RealPoetik New York reading was wonderful! 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